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<|description|>Angus de Barra
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Birthday: February 29
Blood Type : B-
Height: 8'2"
Weight: 398 lbs
Measurements: I have no idea how this part works.
Likes: Exercising, Horses, Large hats, Text books, Non-fiction books, Vegtables, Working, Pharona
Dislikes: Cosmetics, Scratchy clothing, Candy, Cars, Explosions, Fire
Parasite/Living Weapon: Pharona: A Remote Parasite that forms itself as a little girl on top of the giant, she stole part of Angus's brain to bond with each other. Pharona must keep constant contact to the head at all times, it can be touched from any point of the small body, but Pharona prefers to sit on Angus's shoulders as it is much more comfortable for her body. For being able to live on his shoulders and feeding her, she is able to give the body an immense amount of growth and muscle generation once combined and making the body extremely agile and flexible making his size deceptive for opponents. She controls Angus's body completely, but Angus can have control of his own body whenever the two aren't fighting. If they would ever be inside of a fight, Pharona and Angus switch between controls to do rather devastating combos.
Apperance:
Biography: Living inside of the Canopy Kingdom, he was always a rather large kid when growing up through his life. However, it wasn't the muscles that made him large, it was actually his fat that made him so big. An easy target for kids to laugh at him at a young age, Angus tried everything to make him lose weight from weight loss pills to becoming a vegan. However, nothing worked for him making the ridiculed boy depressed for several years, even dropping out of school.
When he reached the age of eighteen, his parents as a last ditch attempt to get him out of his depression as nothing seemed to be working, his own personal gym. They set up the rather expensive home gym just for their son and tried to push him to get out of his deep depression. He never used it, making his parents give up on trying to get him to leave his deep sadness. Leaving the house to figure out if they could return the home gym, they were involved inside of a fatal car accident by a random drunk driver hitting them from the side, instantly killing both of his parents. After hearing the news, Angus had decided to use the home gym in honor of his parents and not letting their lives go to waste.
Several years later, Angus is now 25 with his birthday the next day, he was a changed man. The fat that had been retained had become slimier, but it still remained under the fat. However, under that fat was pure muscle that made him able to lift and carry most things than any regular person could ever hold! Later in the day, he was outside ready to get some groceries to celebrate his birthday until in the corner of his eyes saw something stir the trashcans. Curiosity gripped the man, and he peeked his head around the corner to find two large men wearing suits stuffing something that was muffled and squirming into the bag. He immediately knew what to do, grabbing a nearby trashcan lid, Angus quickly threw the disc towards one of the men to hit one directly in the head, immediately knocking the fiend out. The other man, quickly realizing what was happening pulled out his gun, and started firing upon Angus giving time for the squirming thing get out of the bag. Angus ducked behind some trash, but soon realized that the creature they were shoving into some dirty bag was a little girl, and that further enticed him to punch that guy shooting at him. The loud gun shots of the pistol were soon replaced by clicks and Angus knew what to do at that point. Quickly, he ran up to the man and sucker punched that man right into the jaw, leaving his body to slam into a nearby wall and collapse. Angus was finally done with those thugs and looked upon the little girl staring at him with wide eyes, the large man was about to say something to the little girl, but she suddenly latched onto his face with surprising speed and Angus blacked out on touch.
The large man soon found himself waking up on his bed, his head feeling like it was splitting into two while something else was stabbing something into his eye. Angus was thinking if that heroic act was all in his mind produced by drinking? He never drank alcohol that night, however, but when he tried to rub his head, he touched something. Angus quickly screamed, which also made his mind scream like an actual little girl. Angus looked up to see that the little girl he rescued was latched onto the back of his head... After several hours of explaining as her voice echoed through his mind, this entire thing was insane. Several days after staying inside of his house, Angus finally accepted the fact that he now had to share his body with some parasite that took apart of his brain... His life is kinda messed up at the moment.
Special Attacks/Blockbusters:
Iron Thighs(Level One) - If within grabbing range, Pharona commands the body to jump and grab the enemy's head between his thighs. He then squeezes his thighs together and causes moderate damage and smashes them into the ground leaving the enemy dazed for one second.
Running Man(Level Two) - Angus goes into a mad dash, anyone in the path takes a large amount of damage and are thrown into the air. However, if blocked, the damage will be low but will still be thrown into the air.
The Full Workout(Level Three) - Pharona and Angus control the body in sync to create a devastating combo. Angus suddenly tears out a large piece of the ground starts to smashes it against the enemy repeatedly until it is only rubble. Pharona takes control and jumps high into the air, the massive body weight speeds them down and the body points the large knees towards the enemy and directly lands on top of the person, crushing them completely.</s>
<|message|>Ash Nathbakk
Ash looks in between the Egret, and the boxer girl next to her "Your name is Ja--" Ash is interrupted by Gale suddenly leaving her side, scurrying along the road, towards a tall man. The Gigan starts to say something, but stops, resting the barrel of her cannon on the Egret's stomach "Your name is Jane, right?" she continues "Should I just knock this guy out? He seems resilient, and I don't want to wait long enough for more people to get hurt." Ash explains. She begins to tighten her grip on the Egret, in an attempt to suffocate him "Or, do you want your way with him? I just want to get Gale home." she pleads, cocking her head in the bat's direction "If you get arrested, I can pull a few strings."</s>
<|message|>Jane Vermilion
Jane giggled a little as Gale snorted at her joke. Well, it was kinda a joke, she was getting a little bored just waiting around for more people to fight. Luckily, someone appeared to cure her boredom. More specifically, a ridiculously large man, almost as big as a gigan, and a little girl, his daughter she presumed, riding on his shoulder. He asked the three of them to stop with the soldier strangling in a surprisingly calm and well thought out way, even acknowledging he didn't know the full situation. Still though, he was loyal to the Egrets, an idiotic decision at best.
Gale immediately got on his case, explaining herself and their actions. She also called Jane a friend, which was... quite refreshing. She finished her explanation with a rather ominous conclusion. She then said something to Ash after tugging at her and giving a glare to the unconscious body of BE#2. After that, she got curious of the kicking noise the dude's daughter was making. Being a bat she couldn't see, Jane guessed. She violated the dude's space bubble in an attempt to get to it, and he got kinda scared. The little girl clearly didn't understand the gravity of the situation, did she?
Gale and the girl conversed a little more, but Jane's attention was pulled away from that conversation to another. Ash asked if Jane wanted to knock the Renoir crony out, and Jane thought it over for a minute. "Hmm. You do it. You and Gale seem to have a lot of beef with these guys. And, uh, thanks for the help, I guess." Jane said, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly as Ash offered to, quote unquote, pull some strings. Jeez, you didn't have to do that stuff for someone you just met! Though, Jane couldn't say she wasn't happy about it. "By the way, I don't think I caught your name. I'm Jane, duh, and this is Franky." She said, lifting her right arm up to show her new friend her old friend. "Uhm. Hi?" Franky mumbled, not wanting to even be in this situation.</s>
<|message|>Angus de Barra
Pharona quickly pulled back her hand as she was startled from the squeak that was produced from the bat girl, she soon giggled again as she realized that Angus was completely scared of this little feral girl that was currently on him. Once she was finally climbing off Angus, the man could finally relax and not have to punch the bat girl off out of pure panic that was enveloping him, however, he wasn't really ready to talk yet as being quite disturbed so the large man tried to find his happy place as Pharona continued to listen to the girl. "You don't have to worry about this big guy," patting his buzz-cut hair while speaking, "I think he still has problems after having a bad experiences with some animals recently, but I'm sure he will be fine!" She soon started to feel embarrassed as she was corrected about the bat girl actually being the host, not the parasite, it has been quite some time actually talking to someone like her.
After a few moments of silence from the feral and the Gigan asking something to the other parasite, they had finally come up with a response that got Pharona out of her thought bubble. The little girl clapped her hands excitedly as she was given the permission to talk to her own kind, but she first needed to ask Angus about something. "Hey, Angus. I'm going to talk to another parasite if that is ok with you, I'm just warning you since you care all about my safety and you are always nice to me." Angus gave her only a small grunt within his mind, giving her his permission to do so, but was still quite angry at Phrona. "Uh... Ok, I would wish to speak to your sword. I mean parasite!" Pharona sheepishly said.</s>
<|message|>Nikolai V Lacerta
A loud bang attracted Nikolai's attention, and his head snapped in the direction of its source. He weighed his curiosity against his caution, and his curiosity won. In the dark alley way that hid his form, he grabbed a pipe and scrabbled onto the roof, took a run up and started jumping rapidly from rooftop to roof top, towards the source of the loud noise. What he saw when he arrived exceeded his expectations and made him smile.
A chaotic scene met his vision, with a certain group in the middle of it. A gigan holding up a man in uniform, a feral bat sticking close to her and a few others. Quite a curious bunch of others, especially for a town like little Innsmouth. But it wasn't that which made him smile, it was what Oculus had detected.
"Multiple lifeforms detected." Oculus had said. Presence of multiple parasite weapons confirmed.
A red reticule appeared in his vision, outlining the parasites occupying their respective hosts. Nikolai made a mental note of their appearances and what they were doing.
"How convenient." He thought to himself.
Within a half hour of leaving his home, he'd stumbled on several subjects differing natures, which was exactly what he needed. He wanted to study their habits, and how their parasites affected their daily lives. He was especially curious about the gigan girl, who's parasite weapon wasn't apparent.
"Likely an inner organ, or at least internally based..." He observed.
He would've liked to study them and ask them questions, but they were making a scene. Nikolai glared with disdain at the growing crowd. No-he couldn't walk up to them with the crowd like it was. But that was fine.
Nikolai hid his presence on the rooftops instinctively, content to watch the events unfold. This was a good time to collect information.</s>
<|message|>Gale Nathbakk
"Scared of animals..?" Gale repeated in a confused tone, continuing to pick at her teeth before realizing what about her was perceived as scary. "Oh, I get it. These fangs, right?" she asked, flashing him a big, toothy smile. "Don't be afraid. I get woozy when I come near meat or any food with blood in it," she explained, her smile reverting to the thin line of a mouth that it had been, "my family is...was, full of just fruit bats. These teeth are sort of just for show." She inhaled smoothly before exhaling through clenched teeth. "If you're ready," she said in a softer tone, shuddering as Brandy's connections began to override her control. A sharp screech similar to feedback escaped her royal purple lips and pierced the strangely quiet air before dying down, replaced by a dull static.
After a few seconds of that tedious static, Gale's eyes took on that same phantasmic yellow hue with the radiant light seemingly pouring out of her eyeballs. "Hello?" Brandy whispered, speaking in the static accent that only parasites and living weapons could seem to understand. "Who exactly am I speaking to? Gale has been explaining all that she can detect, but not even I can see. There is only so much a parasite like me can do," he breathed, clasping the glowing sword in her small fist.</s>
| <|message|>Angus de Barra
Pharona patted Angus's head once again and started to speak inside his mind, "See, you shouldn't be afraid of her. Even though her temper is quite uncontrollable, she is just a nice bat girl." Angus merely grunted once again, he usually does that when angry and most likely is caused by Pharona, but he will soften against her soon enough as he always does. However, the little girl was quite surprised by the sudden static noise and Angus was the same, but showed no change of expression in his face. Pharona thought it was quite neat that her eyes started to become some bright yellow, but it merely just made Angus uneasy once he saw this, again, no change of expression due to Pharona actually suppressing his facial expression to not make the parasite feel weird. Strangely enough, the static started to morph into actual words inside of her ears and Pharona thought that was pretty awesome, she always thinks most parasite related things are quite cool.
"Oh! I can finally understand you! I was wondering if I could only speak static or something, but very nice to meet you! My name is Pharona, and my host here is called Angus, he is just a huge goofball. Would you care to share anything about yourself?" Pharona was trying to act as nice as possible, she didn't really want to make a bad first impression to the sword. Angus, inside of his mind, had no idea on how Pharona could understand any of this at all as he was only hearing was just static. The large man sometimes wished that sharing the mind happened on both sides, as it was only Pharona who could dwell into his brain, but it made sense that the parasite would be able to get inside of the head and not the host.</s> |
<|description|>Angus de Barra
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Birthday: February 29
Blood Type : B-
Height: 8'2"
Weight: 398 lbs
Measurements: I have no idea how this part works.
Likes: Exercising, Horses, Large hats, Text books, Non-fiction books, Vegtables, Working, Pharona
Dislikes: Cosmetics, Scratchy clothing, Candy, Cars, Explosions, Fire
Parasite/Living Weapon: Pharona: A Remote Parasite that forms itself as a little girl on top of the giant, she stole part of Angus's brain to bond with each other. Pharona must keep constant contact to the head at all times, it can be touched from any point of the small body, but Pharona prefers to sit on Angus's shoulders as it is much more comfortable for her body. For being able to live on his shoulders and feeding her, she is able to give the body an immense amount of growth and muscle generation once combined and making the body extremely agile and flexible making his size deceptive for opponents. She controls Angus's body completely, but Angus can have control of his own body whenever the two aren't fighting. If they would ever be inside of a fight, Pharona and Angus switch between controls to do rather devastating combos.
Apperance:
Biography: Living inside of the Canopy Kingdom, he was always a rather large kid when growing up through his life. However, it wasn't the muscles that made him large, it was actually his fat that made him so big. An easy target for kids to laugh at him at a young age, Angus tried everything to make him lose weight from weight loss pills to becoming a vegan. However, nothing worked for him making the ridiculed boy depressed for several years, even dropping out of school.
When he reached the age of eighteen, his parents as a last ditch attempt to get him out of his depression as nothing seemed to be working, his own personal gym. They set up the rather expensive home gym just for their son and tried to push him to get out of his deep depression. He never used it, making his parents give up on trying to get him to leave his deep sadness. Leaving the house to figure out if they could return the home gym, they were involved inside of a fatal car accident by a random drunk driver hitting them from the side, instantly killing both of his parents. After hearing the news, Angus had decided to use the home gym in honor of his parents and not letting their lives go to waste.
Several years later, Angus is now 25 with his birthday the next day, he was a changed man. The fat that had been retained had become slimier, but it still remained under the fat. However, under that fat was pure muscle that made him able to lift and carry most things than any regular person could ever hold! Later in the day, he was outside ready to get some groceries to celebrate his birthday until in the corner of his eyes saw something stir the trashcans. Curiosity gripped the man, and he peeked his head around the corner to find two large men wearing suits stuffing something that was muffled and squirming into the bag. He immediately knew what to do, grabbing a nearby trashcan lid, Angus quickly threw the disc towards one of the men to hit one directly in the head, immediately knocking the fiend out. The other man, quickly realizing what was happening pulled out his gun, and started firing upon Angus giving time for the squirming thing get out of the bag. Angus ducked behind some trash, but soon realized that the creature they were shoving into some dirty bag was a little girl, and that further enticed him to punch that guy shooting at him. The loud gun shots of the pistol were soon replaced by clicks and Angus knew what to do at that point. Quickly, he ran up to the man and sucker punched that man right into the jaw, leaving his body to slam into a nearby wall and collapse. Angus was finally done with those thugs and looked upon the little girl staring at him with wide eyes, the large man was about to say something to the little girl, but she suddenly latched onto his face with surprising speed and Angus blacked out on touch.
The large man soon found himself waking up on his bed, his head feeling like it was splitting into two while something else was stabbing something into his eye. Angus was thinking if that heroic act was all in his mind produced by drinking? He never drank alcohol that night, however, but when he tried to rub his head, he touched something. Angus quickly screamed, which also made his mind scream like an actual little girl. Angus looked up to see that the little girl he rescued was latched onto the back of his head... After several hours of explaining as her voice echoed through his mind, this entire thing was insane. Several days after staying inside of his house, Angus finally accepted the fact that he now had to share his body with some parasite that took apart of his brain... His life is kinda messed up at the moment.
Special Attacks/Blockbusters:
Iron Thighs(Level One) - If within grabbing range, Pharona commands the body to jump and grab the enemy's head between his thighs. He then squeezes his thighs together and causes moderate damage and smashes them into the ground leaving the enemy dazed for one second.
Running Man(Level Two) - Angus goes into a mad dash, anyone in the path takes a large amount of damage and are thrown into the air. However, if blocked, the damage will be low but will still be thrown into the air.
The Full Workout(Level Three) - Pharona and Angus control the body in sync to create a devastating combo. Angus suddenly tears out a large piece of the ground starts to smashes it against the enemy repeatedly until it is only rubble. Pharona takes control and jumps high into the air, the massive body weight speeds them down and the body points the large knees towards the enemy and directly lands on top of the person, crushing them completely.</s>
<|message|>Ash Nathbakk
Ash sighs "Alrighty, then," she groans, squeezing the Egret as he attempts to free an arm or two, the one arm he manages to free starts pounding into Ash's wrist in a desperate attempt to free its owner. Ash holds tight as the crowd gasps, she can tell the Egret's will is breaking the longer she holds him within her suffocating grasp. Just as she predicted, the Egret known as 'Scott' begins to cease struggling, muttering some nondescript derogatory terms about Parasites, and giants. Ash releases him once he stops moving, she then picks up the other Egret, what's his name, 'Lan' or something? Ash can't remember. She turns to Jane, holding this 'Liam' by his ankle, precariously wedged in between her thumb, and her index finger "Could you help me carry this baggage?" she asks Jane kindly, involuntarily giving Dontores a momentary glance as she sets the Egret down at Jane's feet. 'Another one,' mumbles the cursed voice in Ash's head, 'looks like I was right after all,' the muddled quandary of voices mocks. Ash simply ignores Rorschach, and turns to Gale as the crowd begins to dissipate.
"I know this is a bit much to ask but, would you mind helping Gale and I lug these two to New Meridian? We need to clean up the mess we made." Ash pleads, attempting to clasp her hands together, while balancing an unconscious Scott on her shoulder. "Gale and I could treat you to lunch, or dinner depending how long it will take, I never really got to finish my chicken after all."</s>
<|message|>Gale Nathbakk
Brandy flashed a rather wide smile in the other parasite's direction, tapping on Gale's lower lip as he thought. "My voice is made up of all static," he explained briefly, trying to tune down the cacophony that laced his deep voice. "I'm a parasite that simply inhabits Gale's mind, I've cursed the sword that she wields for years," he revealed, sitting down on the ground and looking up in the other parasite's direction. "I can make myself heard to humans, but I'd rather not," he added, tightly gripping the obsidian blade against Gale's body, "Gale is the only human besides the soldiers that have needed to understand me."
"I'm able to partially take over my host's body if they permit it," he stated, rubbing Gale's temples. "She has a raging headache from what it seems," he thought to himself, wondering why Gale hadn't said anything to him for quite a while. He stood back up and stretched in the small body, wishfully thinking how nice it would be if his host was a tad bit taller. "She told me she's sorta got a feel for your host now and that he's a bit of a giant," he remarked, directly looking at Angus while saying this. "Is he anywhere near as big as her Gigan roommate over there, or something else?" he inquired, shivering slightly as twilight's cool breeze began to blow in. "It's going to get cold soon, isn't it?" he thought with slight frustration, rubbing his arms. "Why does Gale always wear sleeveless things? Crazy bat."</s>
| <|message|>Angus de Barra
Pharona listened to the static heard by everyone, but her and the parasites around them were only able to hear it making it quite a strange experience as some little girl was talking to nothing. It was cool that he was able to possess a sword that her host carries as it is actually able to kill people instead of the weak body that Pharona was given making someone else dependent on fighting. However, she did find it kind of sad with the implications of being a sword, they could not do much in their original form expect when the feral girl only allows it. "Only partially? I can take over my host body whenever I want! I have complete control over this big guy, but he wouldn't really like me having all the control on this duo, so I give him control most of the time! Except whenever I want to do something that he doesn't really find very safe, like now!" Pharona listened upon the other half of the question and was eager to converse with the sword. "I would like to think so, she maybe taller than my host, but he is actually a human! Imagine if he was born a Gigan, he would have been massive! Well, he was already pretty strong and big before I came along, but I made him even taller and stronger when I attached to him."
Angus at the moment was paying close attention to the surroundings they were inside, as it seemed Pharona had complete tunnel vision when she gets excited. He watched as the Gigan almost looked like she was crushing the poor Egret solider to death, and his sympathy for the mistreated human grew even further. He tried to listen on what they were saying as the static was making it quite hard to hear and Pharona was basically talking right next to his ears. However, once his eyes glanced upon the shivering girl, instincts started to take over the large man. "Pharona. Give the girl my coat. She seems cold and I would rather not for anyone to catch a cold." Angus said to Pharona through his mind.
"Oh, when did you finally start to talk grumpy pants?" She giggled and soon noticed that the parasite was rubbing their arms and patted Angus on the head. "You are such a nice guy Angus, you always try to help everyone don't you? Even if they scare you." Pharona quickly ordered the body to remove the rather large coat and started to move it towards the parasite. "Here. I think you need this more than Angus at the moment, and don't worry about this guy, he can keep his own body heat going without being cold." Pharona smiled towards him and gestured to the coat once again, Angus and Pharona hoping that they would take it.</s> |
<|description|>Angus de Barra
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Birthday: February 29
Blood Type : B-
Height: 8'2"
Weight: 398 lbs
Measurements: I have no idea how this part works.
Likes: Exercising, Horses, Large hats, Text books, Non-fiction books, Vegtables, Working, Pharona
Dislikes: Cosmetics, Scratchy clothing, Candy, Cars, Explosions, Fire
Parasite/Living Weapon: Pharona: A Remote Parasite that forms itself as a little girl on top of the giant, she stole part of Angus's brain to bond with each other. Pharona must keep constant contact to the head at all times, it can be touched from any point of the small body, but Pharona prefers to sit on Angus's shoulders as it is much more comfortable for her body. For being able to live on his shoulders and feeding her, she is able to give the body an immense amount of growth and muscle generation once combined and making the body extremely agile and flexible making his size deceptive for opponents. She controls Angus's body completely, but Angus can have control of his own body whenever the two aren't fighting. If they would ever be inside of a fight, Pharona and Angus switch between controls to do rather devastating combos.
Apperance:
Biography: Living inside of the Canopy Kingdom, he was always a rather large kid when growing up through his life. However, it wasn't the muscles that made him large, it was actually his fat that made him so big. An easy target for kids to laugh at him at a young age, Angus tried everything to make him lose weight from weight loss pills to becoming a vegan. However, nothing worked for him making the ridiculed boy depressed for several years, even dropping out of school.
When he reached the age of eighteen, his parents as a last ditch attempt to get him out of his depression as nothing seemed to be working, his own personal gym. They set up the rather expensive home gym just for their son and tried to push him to get out of his deep depression. He never used it, making his parents give up on trying to get him to leave his deep sadness. Leaving the house to figure out if they could return the home gym, they were involved inside of a fatal car accident by a random drunk driver hitting them from the side, instantly killing both of his parents. After hearing the news, Angus had decided to use the home gym in honor of his parents and not letting their lives go to waste.
Several years later, Angus is now 25 with his birthday the next day, he was a changed man. The fat that had been retained had become slimier, but it still remained under the fat. However, under that fat was pure muscle that made him able to lift and carry most things than any regular person could ever hold! Later in the day, he was outside ready to get some groceries to celebrate his birthday until in the corner of his eyes saw something stir the trashcans. Curiosity gripped the man, and he peeked his head around the corner to find two large men wearing suits stuffing something that was muffled and squirming into the bag. He immediately knew what to do, grabbing a nearby trashcan lid, Angus quickly threw the disc towards one of the men to hit one directly in the head, immediately knocking the fiend out. The other man, quickly realizing what was happening pulled out his gun, and started firing upon Angus giving time for the squirming thing get out of the bag. Angus ducked behind some trash, but soon realized that the creature they were shoving into some dirty bag was a little girl, and that further enticed him to punch that guy shooting at him. The loud gun shots of the pistol were soon replaced by clicks and Angus knew what to do at that point. Quickly, he ran up to the man and sucker punched that man right into the jaw, leaving his body to slam into a nearby wall and collapse. Angus was finally done with those thugs and looked upon the little girl staring at him with wide eyes, the large man was about to say something to the little girl, but she suddenly latched onto his face with surprising speed and Angus blacked out on touch.
The large man soon found himself waking up on his bed, his head feeling like it was splitting into two while something else was stabbing something into his eye. Angus was thinking if that heroic act was all in his mind produced by drinking? He never drank alcohol that night, however, but when he tried to rub his head, he touched something. Angus quickly screamed, which also made his mind scream like an actual little girl. Angus looked up to see that the little girl he rescued was latched onto the back of his head... After several hours of explaining as her voice echoed through his mind, this entire thing was insane. Several days after staying inside of his house, Angus finally accepted the fact that he now had to share his body with some parasite that took apart of his brain... His life is kinda messed up at the moment.
Special Attacks/Blockbusters:
Iron Thighs(Level One) - If within grabbing range, Pharona commands the body to jump and grab the enemy's head between his thighs. He then squeezes his thighs together and causes moderate damage and smashes them into the ground leaving the enemy dazed for one second.
Running Man(Level Two) - Angus goes into a mad dash, anyone in the path takes a large amount of damage and are thrown into the air. However, if blocked, the damage will be low but will still be thrown into the air.
The Full Workout(Level Three) - Pharona and Angus control the body in sync to create a devastating combo. Angus suddenly tears out a large piece of the ground starts to smashes it against the enemy repeatedly until it is only rubble. Pharona takes control and jumps high into the air, the massive body weight speeds them down and the body points the large knees towards the enemy and directly lands on top of the person, crushing them completely.</s>
<|message|>Ash Nathbakk
"No," Ash responds, simply enough "We might dump him in a dumpster and go flower shopping." she continues with a dreamy smile, already hoisting Liam over her shoulder. Ash turns around, and scans the crowd for Gale, until she finds her feral companion standing in front of a tall man in a onyx tuxedo, how strange. Ash begins to walk forward, but pauses when she senses Rorschach's attention shifting from that Jane girl, to a little girl standing at the large man's feet 'What is that?' Ash asks Rorschach, who says nothing. Nervously, Ash tip toes through the crowd, until she's standing behind Gale, looking down at the trio, as disgruntled Ferals and Dagonians press past the trio "Come on Gale, we're going to dump our Egret friends in a dumpster somewhere in the Meridian, then get more flowers!"</s>
<|message|>Morgann Lacroix (Stage Name: "Morrgan the Magnificent")
Morgann
After walking around for hours now, Morgann's heels were killing her. It was not a good idea to go out for a stroll in these golden stilettos, but there weren't any other shoes that would quite match the entire outfit, and she always wore at least some part of Magnolia. Not only were all of her weapons in there, but her wallet, her money, and all kinds of goodies. It was easier having all of the necessities conveniently stored within your suit's never-ending "body", and that was exactly how she liked it. In past incidents, those who had attempted to mug Morgann and threaten her through physical contact found their bodies full of either holes for her tommy gun or wound up as a snack for the suit. She had no problem with causing physical harm to thieves or, to be honest, anyone that even looked at her wrong. She simply didn't.
As she waltzed herself closer and closer to the circus, she also became closer to the country's coast. Walking along the bay and adjusting her mask each time the wind moved it even an inch, she noticed a commotion going on a far distance away from her. It was quite a scene to take in form such a long ways away, and to be honest, she wasn't quite keen on what was going on. "What the hell?" she breathed through clenched teeth, shoving her hand into her coat and pulling a pair of opera glasses from within her coat. After fiddling with its burgundy handle for a few moments, she finally had it adjusted so that it would lock in place and took a look. It looked like some sort of ginormous figure holding up another...pedestrian, she was assuming, and to top it off, some other girl was running away. "Now why would she be running away?" the magician wondered while tossing the tool back into the coat, tapping on her chin as she thought of the possibilities. She narrowed her leafy green eyes as she stared out through the mask's white fabric before thinking, "No one runs like that unless they've got something to hide..." Her attention shifted from the fleeing passerby to the woman being held upside down. "But damn, no one gets held up by some big lug like that for no reason, either."
"Hold on tight," she murmured to her hat, whose multiple hands held onto her light brown hair from the inside. "From now on, I wear some sort of flats when I go out," she growled, dashing as fast as she could in these heels that she could towards the situation. Skidding to an abrupt halt, she stared up at what seemed to be a man who was a few inches shorter than her. She looked at his black cloak that covered him to the axe in one of his hands, grimacing. "What drab attire," she thought in a disgusted tone, clearing her throat loudly. "Excuse me," she announced loudly, tapping her shoe's tip against the ground. "What are you doing to this woman?"
Gale
Turning his attention from Pharona to Ash, Brandy nodded and relinquished Gale's body back into its rightful owner's control, her entire body shuddering visibly from the abrupt transition. "Just going to toss him into a dumpster?" she whispered to her roommate, scuttling back up her tall form to rest on her shoulder. "Are you sure that this is the right thing?" she asked, before shaking her head, "No, you're right. The bosses wouldn't like us throwing this trash at their feet." Curling up on the Gigan's shoulder, she yawned and stretched her small wings before uttering a small, "Let's go."</s>
<|message|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
Upset that some random stranger had dared to break the normal order and intrude upon his doings, Grumm whirled around. The clockwork arm flashed by, easily forty pounds of solid metal thrown in a vigorous slap that could have dislocated Morgann's jaw had it connected. Fortunately, the savage blow fell short, and when he saw that it had, Grumm spewed forth a spray of bile that created a miniature miasma between the monster and the magician. While he didn't speak, punctuating his attack with an angry sputtering noise instead, the message was clear: back off.
Grumm then turned away, with no reason to believe that a simple civilian would persist in the suicidal act of provoking an undead armed with a Living Weapon. A flick of the mechanical tentacle whose maw was holding Halte aloft flung the former pirate in the ghoul's direction. With practiced efficiency not completely offset by the sorry state of his body, Grumm brought his axe up in a cruel diagonal arc meant to cleave the incoming Halte in two. At the last moment, however, Halte brought her boots around so that they were facing Grumm, and from their soles twin blasts of water gushed forth. They splashed against Grumm's face, disorienting the creature and slowing down Halte's fall enough to avoid the headsman's weapon completely. Immediately after, Halte landed with both feet planting on Grumm's face, causing him to grumble in protest. Before he could grab her, however, Halte kicked off, flipping through the air to land twenty feet away in a spray of mist.
The next second, Grumm leaped into the air, hissing like a sick cat. More noxious bile spewed from his face as he sailed toward his target. Halte steadied herself before raising a leg and slamming her boot into the ground, causing a jet of water to erupt from the marble beneath Grumm as he landed a yard away from her. Beneath her mouthpiece, Halte smiled grimly, only to cry out in pain as her foe dealt her a crushing hydraulic punch. She staggered away and collapsed to the ground, holding her stomach as if her guts had been liquified, her vehement curses lost in a wave of furious static from her mouthpiece. Though sopping wet and even more flustered than normal, Grumm had executed his Rot Wrecker without more than a split-second's delay. Only a few seconds had passed, but it already seemed that the duel had been decided.</s>
| <|message|>Angus de Barra
Pharona smiled brightly as Brandy took the coat, even though Angus could see the hesitation when he took it, the large man always wanted to help people even if they did not really want it. Angus kept his gaze upon the downed Egret solider, feeling like these people did not really have to put so much pain upon the Egret and so much ridicule. However, Pharona on the other hand was having quite the time of her little life as she had managed to meet up with several parasites, but one of them had even offered for the two to come with them on their adventure! This made her feel all warm inside and quickly asked permission for Angus to see if they could actually go with the two. "Angus! Brandy just asked us to come with them! Can we please go with them! I want to just continue this amazing day!"
"Well, even if I said no. I bet you would ignore me anyone and follow them," mumbled Angus within his own head which only hurt Pharona as she did actually respect and care for him... Most of the time.
"Hey, I think your opinion still matters, and if you don't want to go, we don't have to. I think I have had enough exposure to Brandy to have this day as pretty successful." Angus smiled slightly at the thought of leaving these strange people and going back to their daily lives, but he could not abandon this victim to these parasites and he must follow them to see if they don't merciless murder him or something similar in that manner.
"No, we can go with these people. I just need to keep a watchful eye upon the solider, and I hope that you will understand if they try to further hurt this man. I will have to intervene." Pharona thought about the proposition and nodded to it, she knew that these people were good and wouldn't murder someone. Even if they have different beliefs than them. The little parasite girl used the massive arm to tap the shoulder of the the curled up Gale and started to say something, "I think we would be delighted to join you and the merry entourage of strangers! Also, if you were wondering, my name is Pharona!"</s> |
<|description|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Race: Formerly Canopian human, now effectively undead with living weapon
Death Day: February 26th
Blood Type: B-
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 292 lbs
Likes: Desperation, not dying, karmic justice, underdogs, getting points across, and using the wild part of his brain
Dislikes: Pride, envy, wrath, greed, lust, sloth, gluttony, and having to use the human part of his brain
Living Weapon: Tick Tock – a clockwork heart of dizzying complexity, built to function like a parasite. Tick Tock has no mind of its own, performing an autonomous function. When Grumm's body is damaged, it goes into overdrive with tiny clockwork drones and chemical cocktails to repair the damage as quickly as possible. If part of Grumm is irreparably destroyed or separated from the whole, it uses scrap metal that Grumm has ingested to create new clockwork body parts.
Blockbusters:
Level One – Rot Wrecker - Grumm springs forward, spewing bile, and delivers a crushing hydraulic punch with his clockwork arm that will often cause a wallbounce.
Level Two – Clockwork Carnage – All seven tentacles erupt from Grumm's belly, weaving through the air in search of a target. Upon contact, they chomp down on the victim repeatedly before flinging it away.
Level Two – Grave Filler – Grumm hurls his axe ahead, and when it embeds itself in the target, he rushes across the ground, grabs the axe's handle, and then punches the enemy off of it with his clockwork arm.
Level Four – Vigilante Justice – Reaching out with his clockwork arm, Grumm grabs a close-by opponent. He forces it to its knees, spewing disease-ridden bile over their head as he does so. Finally, Grumm performs an inside-out cut with his axe, dealing both incredible damage and a DoT to boot.
Bio:
The esoteric Gurghamstead Revolt failed almost as soon as it was started. The Canopy armed forces overran the small but petulant cluster of farming villages, crushing their one uniting factor -political conservatism- by taking out the ringleaders and then extinguishing any fire that remained. One noteworthy thing did result of the Revolt, however; Percival Botley. The cold-eyed man because a vigilant, taking justice into his own hands when the hard-handed government failed to serve the people that it claimed to. Cloaked in black, he sought out and brought unnecessarily merciful ends to the cruel underlings of corrupt officers, executives, and politicians; soon, he targeted the string-pullers themselves. Canopy Kingdom was better served for his illegal but morally justified activity, however bloody and unlawful.
Still, Percy deeply regretted what he had done. However just his actions, he had still killed people—which flew in the face of his own moral code and religion, making him a glorified hypocrite. In the early days, after leaving his wife and child behind for their own safety and pledging to return, he had told himself that he was doing what needed to be done, and that nobody else had the courage necessary...but now, the veil grew ever thinner. Percy developed a consuming fear of death and judgment, fearing he'd be sent to hell despite all the good resulting from his vigilante campaigns. Terrified, he sought out what some might term a mad scientist and begged of him a means to cheat death. The man he pleaded with turned a sympathetic ear to his claims; the corrupt officials Percy strove to remove had confiscated his medical degree (For what ultimately proved to be good reasons) and subsequently ruined his life, turning him from an esteemed doctor into a crazed tinkerer. At Percy's behest, the scientist created one of the first living weapons, a clockwork heart which he dubbed Tick Tock, and installed the device in Percy's body. The incredible machine was designed to sustain him from the inside out, replacing Percy's organs from the inside as they failed.
At first, it seemed lucrative. Thanks to Tick Tock, Percy redoubled his efforts, finding death would always ellude him. Poison was ineffective; being shot a minor inconvenience. Even when Percy was seized by a crooked police squad, tortured, and robbed of his left arm, bronze mechanisms replaced what was lost. Suddenly, no mission was too dangerous and Percy could cast out for the biggest fish to fry. Justice, though, awaited the vigilante too. As time wore on, Percy found himself changing. Tick Tock was malfunctioning. It made more and more errors, failing to keep him healthy. Percy's skin turned pale and bloated, his blood clotted and green, and when his intestines were torn out by a particularly vicious street gang they were replaced were clockwork tentacles tipped with fearsome mechanical maws. All this, however, failed to alarm him. His mind was withering too, leaving only feral, killer instincts where a brilliant psyche had been. And yet, Grumm could not die. Finally, the Black Egrets captured the monster and, unable to kill him, made him into a secret weapon—a loose cannon able to be thrown at an enemy as a last resort. This was achieved by tapping into the part of Grumm's brain that was still human, and helping it to forget what it was fighting for.</s>
<|message|>Gale Nathbakk
"Scared of animals..?" Gale repeated in a confused tone, continuing to pick at her teeth before realizing what about her was perceived as scary. "Oh, I get it. These fangs, right?" she asked, flashing him a big, toothy smile. "Don't be afraid. I get woozy when I come near meat or any food with blood in it," she explained, her smile reverting to the thin line of a mouth that it had been, "my family is...was, full of just fruit bats. These teeth are sort of just for show." She inhaled smoothly before exhaling through clenched teeth. "If you're ready," she said in a softer tone, shuddering as Brandy's connections began to override her control. A sharp screech similar to feedback escaped her royal purple lips and pierced the strangely quiet air before dying down, replaced by a dull static.
After a few seconds of that tedious static, Gale's eyes took on that same phantasmic yellow hue with the radiant light seemingly pouring out of her eyeballs. "Hello?" Brandy whispered, speaking in the static accent that only parasites and living weapons could seem to understand. "Who exactly am I speaking to? Gale has been explaining all that she can detect, but not even I can see. There is only so much a parasite like me can do," he breathed, clasping the glowing sword in her small fist.</s>
<|message|>Angus de Barra
Pharona patted Angus's head once again and started to speak inside his mind, "See, you shouldn't be afraid of her. Even though her temper is quite uncontrollable, she is just a nice bat girl." Angus merely grunted once again, he usually does that when angry and most likely is caused by Pharona, but he will soften against her soon enough as he always does. However, the little girl was quite surprised by the sudden static noise and Angus was the same, but showed no change of expression in his face. Pharona thought it was quite neat that her eyes started to become some bright yellow, but it merely just made Angus uneasy once he saw this, again, no change of expression due to Pharona actually suppressing his facial expression to not make the parasite feel weird. Strangely enough, the static started to morph into actual words inside of her ears and Pharona thought that was pretty awesome, she always thinks most parasite related things are quite cool.
"Oh! I can finally understand you! I was wondering if I could only speak static or something, but very nice to meet you! My name is Pharona, and my host here is called Angus, he is just a huge goofball. Would you care to share anything about yourself?" Pharona was trying to act as nice as possible, she didn't really want to make a bad first impression to the sword. Angus, inside of his mind, had no idea on how Pharona could understand any of this at all as he was only hearing was just static. The large man sometimes wished that sharing the mind happened on both sides, as it was only Pharona who could dwell into his brain, but it made sense that the parasite would be able to get inside of the head and not the host.</s>
| <|message|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
New Meridian was a city of many faces. At its apex was a gilded facade, stuffed to the brim with cinema, showtime, martinis, penthouses, lightshows, and business. Of course, there was also the negative: the Medicis, the fraud, the extortion, the intimidation, and other such abnormalities more pleasant for those at the top to ignore. Even the throes of organized crime, at least, were glamorous. Below the pinstriped cigar-chompers were their less cultured brethren, no more villainous but far less efficient, whose perpetual duty it was to ensure that the backalleys and slums and warehouses of New Meridian were inhospitable places for man and beast. It was in those conditions, the cesspools of the city be their contents criminal or not, that the hierarchy of law was forced to operate.
To be sure, much of the police force in New Meridian was -at best- a bad joke. Even a department that survived by allowing the big fish to have their way was swamped with trouble caused by the small fry. As such, the valiant NMPD only poked its head out of its shell for serious cases, and the reprehensible underbelly of the city knew how to operate it. Unbelievable it was, then, that there were still some police officers trying to stick to the code and make a difference.
Not for the first time, detective Camilia Henry wished that she wasn't one of those cops. Trouble was, this time she worried something fierce that this time it would be her last; she was running for her life, after all.
Breathing heavily and heart pounding against her ribcage like a bongo drum, Camilia ducked behind a dumpster. The smell didn't exactly appeal to her, but compared to forcible disembowelment pretty much anything was appealing. Under her breath, the tawny-haired detective vehemently cursed the Black Egrets. They were, after all, why she was here. The Canopy Kingdom's number-one anti-parasite task force had a lot on its plate, so whenever a particular case seemed uncertain, the communications staff seemed very willing to delegate the investigations down to the local police department, which the chief had delegated to Camilia. And now, a raincoat-wearing girl with four massive bony arms growing out of her back wanted her in pieces.
Camilia heard footsteps against the asphalt, and wished that she had been able to run farther. Unfortunately, with a gut like this, the detective ruefully thought, Ain't no way I'm gonna get far enough. For the millionth time she wondered where backup was—she had radioed the Black Egret's local com officer, saying that yes, the investigation was going well, the suspect was indeed a parasite's host, only now she wanted to beat the detective bloody for disturbing her. "Sorry, we're getting a lot of these calls right about now," had been the gist of the operator's response, so Camilia figured that she was in trouble.
There came a noise several meters away, but rather than the girl shouting, 'Ah-hah, I've found you, say your prayers', it was a surprised cry followed by the unmistakable sounds of a scuffle. Suddenly hopeful, Camilia heaved herself to her feet to get a better look, and instantly wished that she hadn't. Wrestling with the parasite's host tooth and nail was a creature far ghastlier, a corpselike being cloaked in black with a clockwork arm. As Camilia watched, the ghoul dealt a piston-powered punch to the girl that sent her reeling, and just like that, the fight was reversed. Realizing the precious frailty of life, the girl departed in a haste, using her extra arms to ascend the building. The monster lurched forward to follow, but abruptly whirled around when Camilia ventured to draw a breath. She stared at its black eyes and corroded bronze faceplate, looking with revulsion at the perpendicular scars on its chest and the open vertical cut all along its belly. She knew it only by local legend, but whether it was the Headsman, the Scourge, the Cleaner, or just 'Grumm' she had no idea. "You're...not...Egrets...are you?" Camilia managed, her formerly-dulcet tones quavering in suppressed fear.
In reply, the ghoul hacked up a wad of foamy yellow bile. When it hit the pavement, it sizzled slightly, and Grumm -bent over double by the force of its vomit- observed it for a brief moment. Then it straightened up, holding its clockwork had to the side of its head as if it were trying to think. "Egrets sent me," it grumbled in a guttural voice that reverberated through the metal that partially covered its mouth. "Are you a parasite?"
In all her life, Camilia had never considered such a question, but the answer was easily enough obtained. Still, she answered with hesitation, as if she couldn't believe that Grumm's axe wasn't already lodged in her sizable stomach. "...no. I'm not a...no."
Seemingly satisfied, or at least no longer in a murderous mood, Grumm turned away and fell flat on its face. Half a minute past before the thing pushed itself to its feet. Camilia got the impression that the event was less run-of-the-mill clumsiness, and more like Grumm's muscles briefly failing. With its back turned to her, she couldn't see very well what it did, but four mechanical tentacles the size of anacondas emerged from its torso, latched onto the face of the building that the parasite-hosting girl had scaled, and rapidly ferried Grumm upward in pursuit. Camilia might have sunk back to the ground in a mixture of relief and confusion, but the stench of the dumpster was unpleasant enough to send her packing, shaking her head in disbelief. Perhaps the Cleaner was one of those things best forgotten.</s> |
<|description|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Race: Formerly Canopian human, now effectively undead with living weapon
Death Day: February 26th
Blood Type: B-
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 292 lbs
Likes: Desperation, not dying, karmic justice, underdogs, getting points across, and using the wild part of his brain
Dislikes: Pride, envy, wrath, greed, lust, sloth, gluttony, and having to use the human part of his brain
Living Weapon: Tick Tock – a clockwork heart of dizzying complexity, built to function like a parasite. Tick Tock has no mind of its own, performing an autonomous function. When Grumm's body is damaged, it goes into overdrive with tiny clockwork drones and chemical cocktails to repair the damage as quickly as possible. If part of Grumm is irreparably destroyed or separated from the whole, it uses scrap metal that Grumm has ingested to create new clockwork body parts.
Blockbusters:
Level One – Rot Wrecker - Grumm springs forward, spewing bile, and delivers a crushing hydraulic punch with his clockwork arm that will often cause a wallbounce.
Level Two – Clockwork Carnage – All seven tentacles erupt from Grumm's belly, weaving through the air in search of a target. Upon contact, they chomp down on the victim repeatedly before flinging it away.
Level Two – Grave Filler – Grumm hurls his axe ahead, and when it embeds itself in the target, he rushes across the ground, grabs the axe's handle, and then punches the enemy off of it with his clockwork arm.
Level Four – Vigilante Justice – Reaching out with his clockwork arm, Grumm grabs a close-by opponent. He forces it to its knees, spewing disease-ridden bile over their head as he does so. Finally, Grumm performs an inside-out cut with his axe, dealing both incredible damage and a DoT to boot.
Bio:
The esoteric Gurghamstead Revolt failed almost as soon as it was started. The Canopy armed forces overran the small but petulant cluster of farming villages, crushing their one uniting factor -political conservatism- by taking out the ringleaders and then extinguishing any fire that remained. One noteworthy thing did result of the Revolt, however; Percival Botley. The cold-eyed man because a vigilant, taking justice into his own hands when the hard-handed government failed to serve the people that it claimed to. Cloaked in black, he sought out and brought unnecessarily merciful ends to the cruel underlings of corrupt officers, executives, and politicians; soon, he targeted the string-pullers themselves. Canopy Kingdom was better served for his illegal but morally justified activity, however bloody and unlawful.
Still, Percy deeply regretted what he had done. However just his actions, he had still killed people—which flew in the face of his own moral code and religion, making him a glorified hypocrite. In the early days, after leaving his wife and child behind for their own safety and pledging to return, he had told himself that he was doing what needed to be done, and that nobody else had the courage necessary...but now, the veil grew ever thinner. Percy developed a consuming fear of death and judgment, fearing he'd be sent to hell despite all the good resulting from his vigilante campaigns. Terrified, he sought out what some might term a mad scientist and begged of him a means to cheat death. The man he pleaded with turned a sympathetic ear to his claims; the corrupt officials Percy strove to remove had confiscated his medical degree (For what ultimately proved to be good reasons) and subsequently ruined his life, turning him from an esteemed doctor into a crazed tinkerer. At Percy's behest, the scientist created one of the first living weapons, a clockwork heart which he dubbed Tick Tock, and installed the device in Percy's body. The incredible machine was designed to sustain him from the inside out, replacing Percy's organs from the inside as they failed.
At first, it seemed lucrative. Thanks to Tick Tock, Percy redoubled his efforts, finding death would always ellude him. Poison was ineffective; being shot a minor inconvenience. Even when Percy was seized by a crooked police squad, tortured, and robbed of his left arm, bronze mechanisms replaced what was lost. Suddenly, no mission was too dangerous and Percy could cast out for the biggest fish to fry. Justice, though, awaited the vigilante too. As time wore on, Percy found himself changing. Tick Tock was malfunctioning. It made more and more errors, failing to keep him healthy. Percy's skin turned pale and bloated, his blood clotted and green, and when his intestines were torn out by a particularly vicious street gang they were replaced were clockwork tentacles tipped with fearsome mechanical maws. All this, however, failed to alarm him. His mind was withering too, leaving only feral, killer instincts where a brilliant psyche had been. And yet, Grumm could not die. Finally, the Black Egrets captured the monster and, unable to kill him, made him into a secret weapon—a loose cannon able to be thrown at an enemy as a last resort. This was achieved by tapping into the part of Grumm's brain that was still human, and helping it to forget what it was fighting for.</s>
<|message|>Jane Vermilion
Jane, still focused on she and Ash's conversation, watched as she choked BE#1 into an unconscious state. As he joined his brother in dreamland, Ash asked Jane if she could be of assistance. She lightly kicked the body placed in front of her while Ash literally begged Jane to help. Her hands were clasped together and everything. Jane guessed Gale wasn't exactly good at lifting heavy objects all things considered. Ash also offered Jane food, which was one thing she could never refuse. "Hmm. I guess I could help. But it's only cuz food is involved!" Jane joked, a grin plastered onto her pale face. With a grunt she picked up the body of BE#2 and lugged him over her shoulder. She wheezed a little, jeez all this military gear really weighed a person down.
"Jane!" Franky whispered, trying to get her attention. She placed him up against her ear to allow him a bit of privacy. "I-I'm not sure we should be helping these guys. There with the Medici's, so...?" He stuttered, dancing around the issue. In all honest he just wanted to save his own bacon, but he couldn't do that without a host. "Bah, it'll be fine Franky." She assured. "So, where am I dragging this dude? Do you have a super secret base that we're dropping these guys off at? Or are we just gonna ditch them in some dumpster in New Meridian?" Jane asked, curious as to how formal the Medici operation was.</s>
<|message|>Morgann Lacroix (Stage Name: "Morrgan the Magnificent")
Morgann, quite keen on the fact that the mysterious girl was awestruck by the hat's sudden action, tossed the hat into the air. Magnolia, fearful at the fact that a part of its "body" was being carelessly tossed, let its purple, yellow, and white fists shoot out of the hat and grab onto the magician's head before pulling itself back down and landing with a quiet bump. "Any fan of mine," she began, standing up to reveal her looming stature of about 6'1" while slowly crossing her arms, "should know my schedule by heart." Raising one of her light brown eyebrows, she continued on, "If you want to know when my shows are, I suggest you keep your ears open on the streets." After finishing her statement, she took her gleaming purple wand and shoved it listlessly into her jacket, exhaling slowly. The entire suit seemed to tense at the unknown object before calming down and accepting it.
"Now if you'll excuse me," she grunted, turning away from the girl and heading towards the door, "I think I'd like to take my leave before that bus boy comes running back. I am no longer in the mood to hear his cries of agony and disdain." Morgann definitely thinks she is of a higher standard than most, and living-wise, perhaps. Regarding her narcissistic personality and lack of social etiquette, definitely not. What did it matter for a stellar performer like herself? Everyone just wanted to see some magic.
It definitely did matter, though, considering she was a fairly big player in the field of magic and trickery. Her father would definitely be appalled at her mischievous behavior. The thought of her father led to thinking about the past and left Morgann slightly melancholic, recalling every malicious prank she'd played on her classmates and friends. "How the hell did I get from there to some big-shot magician role?" she wondered, snapping her fingers several times in a prompt manner to conjure up her mask as it landed in the palm of her hand. "Oh, right," she replied to her previous question, gently placing it on her face as if she was crowning herself, "I obliterated that entire school. I guess that's where this started." Hands in her pockets, the magician set off to simply wander the streets for an hour, and afterwards, she would head back to the circus.</s>
| <|message|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
Forty minutes was a long time to be on the run from anyone, even with four extra skeletal arms that never got tired as support. The girl's feet hurt so abominably that she could feel the beats of her heart pumping blood through them, and her every breath tore through her throat. A while back she had thrown out the idea of taking on Grumm in a fair fight. It wasn't that she couldn't win, no—simply that she had never been very good at tackling her problems head-on. Town bully got her down? Fester with resentment. Envious of older sister? Plant bones among her things to get her ousted as a witch. Infested with the parasite Thanatos, siphoning the emotions of her and those around her in exchange for freakish abilities? Let it happen. It was all that easy.
Breathing, though...breathing came hard now. Belle Osburn stumbled a few more steps and fell into a bench, half sitting and half sprawling. Thanatos had wisely retracted the arms -his 'fingers'- into her back now, hidden beneath her blue hoodie. The bench sat on the edge of a walkway along the edge of New Meridian's resident bay. There were not many people around, but those who saw her recognized the look of someone being hunted, and hurried on their way. Who was doing the hunting mattered not. As she panted, Belle stared at the water, glinting with the day's sun in places, obscured by the long shadows of the city's highrises in others. She wondered how it would feel to allow the water to swallow her up. "A nice swim..." she rasped, thinking of how cool it would feel.
Thoughts like those are unbecoming of a young lady.
Belle buried her face in her hands. She loathed her parasite, and didn't mince her words about him, but he didn't seem to care. Thanatos was a proud and quiet being; he only spoke when he was in danger or to make sure that Belle was doing his will, and even then nobody but his host could hear him. Since he thrived on human emotions, he required her to seek people out near death and be present at their departure, for no event but death could hold more feeling. The hatred, the sorrow, the loss, the insanity, and even the feelings that came afterward were savory to him. Naturally, Belle had seen a lot, but even still, she was hesitant to meet her own end at the hands of some gruesome ghoul. Water would be a much kinder fate.
If you were to drown yourself, I would put you into a coma to sustain yourself. Your dreams would keep me alive until I could escape, but until then it would be very unpleasant for both of us.
A surge of anger and hatred caused Belle to scream into her hands. "Wouldn't being hacked to bits by an axe and thrown in the sewers be more unpleasant!? Tell me how to beat him!"
Now, the illustrious 'Hand of Death' was silent. No doubt he wanted her to figure out her own earthly problems and build character. The injustice of it all made the water seem all the more appetizing.
A few moments later, he appeared. Grumm lurched onto the scene from between two buildings. He was every inch a horror meant to creep in the shadows, but he didn't seem to have any hesitation when it came to stepping out into the open. His own breath was thick and wet, dripping bile from a brazen mouthplate to sizzle on the marble tiles. Leaning upon his axe at intervals, he approached.
From the bay there came a noise like a wave crashing. Over the edge of the walkway came something very new and unexpected, and she did a flip as she landed on the ground. Her skin was very tan, her wet hair a dark blonde, and her garb decidedly piratical. Interestingly, she also had a mouthpiece, though this one seemed more like something a soldier would wear, rather than a science experiment. She also wore elaborate knee-high boots that appeared to be made of wood.
With no further delay, the woman threw a sidekick Grumm's way, and a blast of water erupted from her boot and smashed into him, sending him tumbling away with a snarl. She quickly turned to Belle, who wore a nonplussed expression. "Sorry for ya, hon," she declared in a flighty cockney accent. "This poor monster's gonna be after ya fer a while. I'll 'old 'im fer the nonce, you get lost. 'E's got it in fer folks wit parasites." Though he was having some trouble, Grumm had pulled himself to his feet and was advancing on the ladies once again. "If I die before I can fix 'im one way or another, remember that Caitlin Halte did you right. Now, off you go."
A clockwork tentacle latched onto Halte's boot and pulled her off her feet. She did not seem unduly bothered by it. "Run!" She advised as she was dragged toward Grumm.
Slow and exhausted, Belle ran.</s> |
<|description|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Race: Formerly Canopian human, now effectively undead with living weapon
Death Day: February 26th
Blood Type: B-
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 292 lbs
Likes: Desperation, not dying, karmic justice, underdogs, getting points across, and using the wild part of his brain
Dislikes: Pride, envy, wrath, greed, lust, sloth, gluttony, and having to use the human part of his brain
Living Weapon: Tick Tock – a clockwork heart of dizzying complexity, built to function like a parasite. Tick Tock has no mind of its own, performing an autonomous function. When Grumm's body is damaged, it goes into overdrive with tiny clockwork drones and chemical cocktails to repair the damage as quickly as possible. If part of Grumm is irreparably destroyed or separated from the whole, it uses scrap metal that Grumm has ingested to create new clockwork body parts.
Blockbusters:
Level One – Rot Wrecker - Grumm springs forward, spewing bile, and delivers a crushing hydraulic punch with his clockwork arm that will often cause a wallbounce.
Level Two – Clockwork Carnage – All seven tentacles erupt from Grumm's belly, weaving through the air in search of a target. Upon contact, they chomp down on the victim repeatedly before flinging it away.
Level Two – Grave Filler – Grumm hurls his axe ahead, and when it embeds itself in the target, he rushes across the ground, grabs the axe's handle, and then punches the enemy off of it with his clockwork arm.
Level Four – Vigilante Justice – Reaching out with his clockwork arm, Grumm grabs a close-by opponent. He forces it to its knees, spewing disease-ridden bile over their head as he does so. Finally, Grumm performs an inside-out cut with his axe, dealing both incredible damage and a DoT to boot.
Bio:
The esoteric Gurghamstead Revolt failed almost as soon as it was started. The Canopy armed forces overran the small but petulant cluster of farming villages, crushing their one uniting factor -political conservatism- by taking out the ringleaders and then extinguishing any fire that remained. One noteworthy thing did result of the Revolt, however; Percival Botley. The cold-eyed man because a vigilant, taking justice into his own hands when the hard-handed government failed to serve the people that it claimed to. Cloaked in black, he sought out and brought unnecessarily merciful ends to the cruel underlings of corrupt officers, executives, and politicians; soon, he targeted the string-pullers themselves. Canopy Kingdom was better served for his illegal but morally justified activity, however bloody and unlawful.
Still, Percy deeply regretted what he had done. However just his actions, he had still killed people—which flew in the face of his own moral code and religion, making him a glorified hypocrite. In the early days, after leaving his wife and child behind for their own safety and pledging to return, he had told himself that he was doing what needed to be done, and that nobody else had the courage necessary...but now, the veil grew ever thinner. Percy developed a consuming fear of death and judgment, fearing he'd be sent to hell despite all the good resulting from his vigilante campaigns. Terrified, he sought out what some might term a mad scientist and begged of him a means to cheat death. The man he pleaded with turned a sympathetic ear to his claims; the corrupt officials Percy strove to remove had confiscated his medical degree (For what ultimately proved to be good reasons) and subsequently ruined his life, turning him from an esteemed doctor into a crazed tinkerer. At Percy's behest, the scientist created one of the first living weapons, a clockwork heart which he dubbed Tick Tock, and installed the device in Percy's body. The incredible machine was designed to sustain him from the inside out, replacing Percy's organs from the inside as they failed.
At first, it seemed lucrative. Thanks to Tick Tock, Percy redoubled his efforts, finding death would always ellude him. Poison was ineffective; being shot a minor inconvenience. Even when Percy was seized by a crooked police squad, tortured, and robbed of his left arm, bronze mechanisms replaced what was lost. Suddenly, no mission was too dangerous and Percy could cast out for the biggest fish to fry. Justice, though, awaited the vigilante too. As time wore on, Percy found himself changing. Tick Tock was malfunctioning. It made more and more errors, failing to keep him healthy. Percy's skin turned pale and bloated, his blood clotted and green, and when his intestines were torn out by a particularly vicious street gang they were replaced were clockwork tentacles tipped with fearsome mechanical maws. All this, however, failed to alarm him. His mind was withering too, leaving only feral, killer instincts where a brilliant psyche had been. And yet, Grumm could not die. Finally, the Black Egrets captured the monster and, unable to kill him, made him into a secret weapon—a loose cannon able to be thrown at an enemy as a last resort. This was achieved by tapping into the part of Grumm's brain that was still human, and helping it to forget what it was fighting for.</s>
<|message|>Ash Nathbakk
"No," Ash responds, simply enough "We might dump him in a dumpster and go flower shopping." she continues with a dreamy smile, already hoisting Liam over her shoulder. Ash turns around, and scans the crowd for Gale, until she finds her feral companion standing in front of a tall man in a onyx tuxedo, how strange. Ash begins to walk forward, but pauses when she senses Rorschach's attention shifting from that Jane girl, to a little girl standing at the large man's feet 'What is that?' Ash asks Rorschach, who says nothing. Nervously, Ash tip toes through the crowd, until she's standing behind Gale, looking down at the trio, as disgruntled Ferals and Dagonians press past the trio "Come on Gale, we're going to dump our Egret friends in a dumpster somewhere in the Meridian, then get more flowers!"</s>
<|message|>Morgann Lacroix (Stage Name: "Morrgan the Magnificent")
Morgann
After walking around for hours now, Morgann's heels were killing her. It was not a good idea to go out for a stroll in these golden stilettos, but there weren't any other shoes that would quite match the entire outfit, and she always wore at least some part of Magnolia. Not only were all of her weapons in there, but her wallet, her money, and all kinds of goodies. It was easier having all of the necessities conveniently stored within your suit's never-ending "body", and that was exactly how she liked it. In past incidents, those who had attempted to mug Morgann and threaten her through physical contact found their bodies full of either holes for her tommy gun or wound up as a snack for the suit. She had no problem with causing physical harm to thieves or, to be honest, anyone that even looked at her wrong. She simply didn't.
As she waltzed herself closer and closer to the circus, she also became closer to the country's coast. Walking along the bay and adjusting her mask each time the wind moved it even an inch, she noticed a commotion going on a far distance away from her. It was quite a scene to take in form such a long ways away, and to be honest, she wasn't quite keen on what was going on. "What the hell?" she breathed through clenched teeth, shoving her hand into her coat and pulling a pair of opera glasses from within her coat. After fiddling with its burgundy handle for a few moments, she finally had it adjusted so that it would lock in place and took a look. It looked like some sort of ginormous figure holding up another...pedestrian, she was assuming, and to top it off, some other girl was running away. "Now why would she be running away?" the magician wondered while tossing the tool back into the coat, tapping on her chin as she thought of the possibilities. She narrowed her leafy green eyes as she stared out through the mask's white fabric before thinking, "No one runs like that unless they've got something to hide..." Her attention shifted from the fleeing passerby to the woman being held upside down. "But damn, no one gets held up by some big lug like that for no reason, either."
"Hold on tight," she murmured to her hat, whose multiple hands held onto her light brown hair from the inside. "From now on, I wear some sort of flats when I go out," she growled, dashing as fast as she could in these heels that she could towards the situation. Skidding to an abrupt halt, she stared up at what seemed to be a man who was a few inches shorter than her. She looked at his black cloak that covered him to the axe in one of his hands, grimacing. "What drab attire," she thought in a disgusted tone, clearing her throat loudly. "Excuse me," she announced loudly, tapping her shoe's tip against the ground. "What are you doing to this woman?"
Gale
Turning his attention from Pharona to Ash, Brandy nodded and relinquished Gale's body back into its rightful owner's control, her entire body shuddering visibly from the abrupt transition. "Just going to toss him into a dumpster?" she whispered to her roommate, scuttling back up her tall form to rest on her shoulder. "Are you sure that this is the right thing?" she asked, before shaking her head, "No, you're right. The bosses wouldn't like us throwing this trash at their feet." Curling up on the Gigan's shoulder, she yawned and stretched her small wings before uttering a small, "Let's go."</s>
| <|message|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
Upset that some random stranger had dared to break the normal order and intrude upon his doings, Grumm whirled around. The clockwork arm flashed by, easily forty pounds of solid metal thrown in a vigorous slap that could have dislocated Morgann's jaw had it connected. Fortunately, the savage blow fell short, and when he saw that it had, Grumm spewed forth a spray of bile that created a miniature miasma between the monster and the magician. While he didn't speak, punctuating his attack with an angry sputtering noise instead, the message was clear: back off.
Grumm then turned away, with no reason to believe that a simple civilian would persist in the suicidal act of provoking an undead armed with a Living Weapon. A flick of the mechanical tentacle whose maw was holding Halte aloft flung the former pirate in the ghoul's direction. With practiced efficiency not completely offset by the sorry state of his body, Grumm brought his axe up in a cruel diagonal arc meant to cleave the incoming Halte in two. At the last moment, however, Halte brought her boots around so that they were facing Grumm, and from their soles twin blasts of water gushed forth. They splashed against Grumm's face, disorienting the creature and slowing down Halte's fall enough to avoid the headsman's weapon completely. Immediately after, Halte landed with both feet planting on Grumm's face, causing him to grumble in protest. Before he could grab her, however, Halte kicked off, flipping through the air to land twenty feet away in a spray of mist.
The next second, Grumm leaped into the air, hissing like a sick cat. More noxious bile spewed from his face as he sailed toward his target. Halte steadied herself before raising a leg and slamming her boot into the ground, causing a jet of water to erupt from the marble beneath Grumm as he landed a yard away from her. Beneath her mouthpiece, Halte smiled grimly, only to cry out in pain as her foe dealt her a crushing hydraulic punch. She staggered away and collapsed to the ground, holding her stomach as if her guts had been liquified, her vehement curses lost in a wave of furious static from her mouthpiece. Though sopping wet and even more flustered than normal, Grumm had executed his Rot Wrecker without more than a split-second's delay. Only a few seconds had passed, but it already seemed that the duel had been decided.</s> |
<|description|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Race: Formerly Canopian human, now effectively undead with living weapon
Death Day: February 26th
Blood Type: B-
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 292 lbs
Likes: Desperation, not dying, karmic justice, underdogs, getting points across, and using the wild part of his brain
Dislikes: Pride, envy, wrath, greed, lust, sloth, gluttony, and having to use the human part of his brain
Living Weapon: Tick Tock – a clockwork heart of dizzying complexity, built to function like a parasite. Tick Tock has no mind of its own, performing an autonomous function. When Grumm's body is damaged, it goes into overdrive with tiny clockwork drones and chemical cocktails to repair the damage as quickly as possible. If part of Grumm is irreparably destroyed or separated from the whole, it uses scrap metal that Grumm has ingested to create new clockwork body parts.
Blockbusters:
Level One – Rot Wrecker - Grumm springs forward, spewing bile, and delivers a crushing hydraulic punch with his clockwork arm that will often cause a wallbounce.
Level Two – Clockwork Carnage – All seven tentacles erupt from Grumm's belly, weaving through the air in search of a target. Upon contact, they chomp down on the victim repeatedly before flinging it away.
Level Two – Grave Filler – Grumm hurls his axe ahead, and when it embeds itself in the target, he rushes across the ground, grabs the axe's handle, and then punches the enemy off of it with his clockwork arm.
Level Four – Vigilante Justice – Reaching out with his clockwork arm, Grumm grabs a close-by opponent. He forces it to its knees, spewing disease-ridden bile over their head as he does so. Finally, Grumm performs an inside-out cut with his axe, dealing both incredible damage and a DoT to boot.
Bio:
The esoteric Gurghamstead Revolt failed almost as soon as it was started. The Canopy armed forces overran the small but petulant cluster of farming villages, crushing their one uniting factor -political conservatism- by taking out the ringleaders and then extinguishing any fire that remained. One noteworthy thing did result of the Revolt, however; Percival Botley. The cold-eyed man because a vigilant, taking justice into his own hands when the hard-handed government failed to serve the people that it claimed to. Cloaked in black, he sought out and brought unnecessarily merciful ends to the cruel underlings of corrupt officers, executives, and politicians; soon, he targeted the string-pullers themselves. Canopy Kingdom was better served for his illegal but morally justified activity, however bloody and unlawful.
Still, Percy deeply regretted what he had done. However just his actions, he had still killed people—which flew in the face of his own moral code and religion, making him a glorified hypocrite. In the early days, after leaving his wife and child behind for their own safety and pledging to return, he had told himself that he was doing what needed to be done, and that nobody else had the courage necessary...but now, the veil grew ever thinner. Percy developed a consuming fear of death and judgment, fearing he'd be sent to hell despite all the good resulting from his vigilante campaigns. Terrified, he sought out what some might term a mad scientist and begged of him a means to cheat death. The man he pleaded with turned a sympathetic ear to his claims; the corrupt officials Percy strove to remove had confiscated his medical degree (For what ultimately proved to be good reasons) and subsequently ruined his life, turning him from an esteemed doctor into a crazed tinkerer. At Percy's behest, the scientist created one of the first living weapons, a clockwork heart which he dubbed Tick Tock, and installed the device in Percy's body. The incredible machine was designed to sustain him from the inside out, replacing Percy's organs from the inside as they failed.
At first, it seemed lucrative. Thanks to Tick Tock, Percy redoubled his efforts, finding death would always ellude him. Poison was ineffective; being shot a minor inconvenience. Even when Percy was seized by a crooked police squad, tortured, and robbed of his left arm, bronze mechanisms replaced what was lost. Suddenly, no mission was too dangerous and Percy could cast out for the biggest fish to fry. Justice, though, awaited the vigilante too. As time wore on, Percy found himself changing. Tick Tock was malfunctioning. It made more and more errors, failing to keep him healthy. Percy's skin turned pale and bloated, his blood clotted and green, and when his intestines were torn out by a particularly vicious street gang they were replaced were clockwork tentacles tipped with fearsome mechanical maws. All this, however, failed to alarm him. His mind was withering too, leaving only feral, killer instincts where a brilliant psyche had been. And yet, Grumm could not die. Finally, the Black Egrets captured the monster and, unable to kill him, made him into a secret weapon—a loose cannon able to be thrown at an enemy as a last resort. This was achieved by tapping into the part of Grumm's brain that was still human, and helping it to forget what it was fighting for.</s>
<|message|>Juno Bernstein
She simply smiled as Morgann left the building. It's all going well. With luck she could just infiltrate the circus or whatever and make off with whatever she had. Old school burglary on some circus hicks none of the authorities would really care about.
"Miss, your food has arrived." A waiter covered with bandages came and placed several platters of food on her table.
"THANK YOU KIND MEAT MAN!"
Juno froze at Marionette's voice, wondering if the waiter would freak out and sic the cuffers on her. To her surprise, he just nodded and gave a strained smile before leaving. Guess after what happened with the magician, he simply decided to stay low and do whatever it takes to not meet another piranha.
Shrugging, she started on her meal, shoveling food into her mouth as fast as she could. Tomorrow would be a great day.</s>
<|message|>Gale Nathbakk
Morgann
"Gross," Morgann grimaced, hesitant to even breathe after the spray of bile had dissipated. What if it smelled bad? Would it even matter? She was around elephants and Goddess knows what at the circus, so perhaps she shouldn't be such a girl about the possibility of an undesirable scent. After a few moments, she inhaled slowly before letting the cool breath escape her lips once more, relieved that the bile left no scent. She pulled her wand out of her coat, readying herself for the chance that the creature might attack.
Realizing she wasn't going to get an answer nor was the tall figure going to pursue her, Morgann watched helplessly as the woman was attacked before shoving her wand back into her suit, dashing over, and holding her arms out, staring directly up at the attacker. "I'm not going to move until I receive some sort of explanation," she explained slowly through her clenched pearly whites, "as to why you are attacking this woman." She swung one of her gloved hands around to hold up over her face, partially to get his attention and partially to not stare at his face. "As far as you know, I am an innocent bystander who merely works at the circus," she went on, narrowing her eyes through the mask's white film, "so I could damn well put you out of business if you laid a hand on me. You think I'm bluffing, you can take it up with my boss after you crush my face or completely dislocate my jawbone."
Gale
Gale listened from her tall roommate's shoulder to the conversation that the parasite was having with her host. From what she remembers, Brandy had told her at some point that the parasite was named Pharona and the host Angus, but she wasn't quite sure. During the period that Brandy maintained control, memories and conversations seemed to blur together to her, and she didn't particularly care to recall, to be honest. Her parasite had truly heard and experienced plenty that she was not eager to remember, and she was just fine with that. After hearing the parasite confirm her thoughts, she nodded sleepily and flicked her ears before closing her eyes again. "Pharona's voice is so chipper though," she thought sadly, "I actually like hearing it. Too bad I can't see what she or anyone else look like."
"Oh wait," she murmured, sitting up and reaching into one of her boots to grab her bandana. As she delicately wrapped it around her head, she began to address Angus's worries. "We will not harm the two soldiers," she spoke in a somber tone, proceeding to pull a couple of black rubber bands out of her shoe and pulling her spiky, unruly locks into two pigtails. "The mafia does not care for such petty crimes that we have committed, such as the one here today," she explained, moving closer so that she could curl up in the crook of Ash's neck, "they only care for the critical hits that we are ordered to take out. Believe me when I say that Ash has already intervened, so I do not think you will have to do so." Gale tucked her knees up against her chest and curled up in the gigantic jacket that Angus had given her, enjoying the warmth and protection from the wind that it provided. Goddess, it was getting chilly. "If you're so cold all the time, why don't you wear an actual coat instead of this stupid down vest?!" Brandy roared from within the depths of her mind, and though she winced, she did not say anything about how loud his static voice was. "Brandy," she began silently, her thin eyebrows furrowing together, "shut your mouth."
Brandy remained silent for a few moments before responding, "Gale, your mouth is my mouth, remember?" Groaning quietly, she clawed at the sides of her head before deciding it wasn't worth arguing over.</s>
<|message|>Ash Nathbakk
"Alright, we're heading out!"
Ash walks forward, step by long step she navigates the twists and turns of Little Innsmouth, passing by sunken boulevards and overly complex compounds of shacks stacked in uneven piles amongst one another. Ferals and Dagonians pass in droves, making the trip a lengthly venture to the train station to Meridian. On the way Ash has to stop several times, so that she can spot a gap in the crowd to set her foot, or for the crowd to just part to make a path for her. "Is Brandy okay there?" Ash asks Gale as they approach the train station "You guys sound like you're having an argument" Ash adds with a worried smile.
Once the small group is there, it's just a matter of waiting in the deeply congested line to the one ticket booth, surrounded by impatient citizens of Little Innsmouth. "Please be patient." the lone Dagonian pleads, handing out tickets as soon as he's handed loose coins, or change, but the people receiving them are blocked by a pair of large men donning all too familiar gas masks. What would be causing such a horrid back up?
Elsewhere
On the fifth train car (out of twenty) sits a tank, two to be exact, both of which are tied down to their respective car, the pair of armored behemoths appear to be factory new, with barely a thin coat of olive paint to cover the red steel underneath. On top of the car in front of the vehicular dreadnoughts sits a lone, bored Egret smoking a cigarette, letting his gray helmet rest beside him. "By the goddess, where are our Parasitic scum?" he asks himself impatiently, putting out the cigarette on his armored thigh. "Captain, we're holding up service here..." one of his eight guards say nervously, watching the pair of soldiers the Honorable Captain had dispatched at the entrance to the station not ten minutes ago struggle against the mounting crowd. The Captain shrugs, his vaguely blue eyes scanning the crowd outside "Let them in, I think there will be at least one rat for us in there. Hopefully that anonymous tip holds true."</s>
| <|message|>Grumm (Percival Botley)
Faced with Morgann, the monster hesitated. From beneath the mire of rage and confusion bubbled up a shred of Grumm's human consciousness, which busied itself thinking about the situation. The inside of Grumm's head began to pound; rational thought, already so hard to dredge up, hurt worse than a sledgehammer to the cranium. It was so much easier to let go, to let the mind slip away beneath that murky bog of beastliness. Yet, whenever that human side did arise, it asserted that at the very least it was supposed to persevere. Human nature was supposed to be indomitable—all the stories said so. When bombarded by that pain, however, that strain of holding together focus, justifications came easily. No being could have withstood that agony enough to stay sane.
So naturally, Grumm hesitated only a moment, but it was enough to draw a conclusion. In his experience, no normal human, even armed ones, would dare to so boldly interpose herself between a hunter and its prey. That could only mean that the masked woman that stood before him, arms raised in a gesture of placation, was extraordinary. Her words bounced dimly around inside his skull. All he could really gather was that she thought that attacking her would be a mistake on his part. A snorting, ugly laugh escaped the wreckage that was his mouth, rattling through the metal guard that covered it: "Hagh. This individual was keeping him from bringing to justice the water-wielding woman with whom he had a personal quarrel. Halte had been seeking him out lately. He had no clue why, but she seemed determined to keep him from capturing and/or killing his targets. Annoyingly enough, it was working, and that made Halte his dire foe. Anyone who attempted to keep him from his revenge was just as guilty. Besides, Morgann had a strange smell on her. The same aroma wafted from each of the parasites he hunted, slightly different for each, but all still identifiable.
Grumm grunted and raised his axe for an overhead chop, bringing it down with enough force to cleave bone if Morgann allowed it to hit her.</s> |
<|description|>Connor O'Flaherty
Age: 25
Appearance: Connor is a rather unimpressive person, being of average height and build. Muscular enough for people to believe that he is in the militia, but not so muscular that he looks more of a brute than an artist. He has ginger hair, cut short to militia standards, but it still licks at his brows and collar of his shirt. As if nature had decided to make him look like distilled-Irish, he has bright, green eyes.
Occupation: Artist/Militiaman
Personality: Some might call him a coward, but Connor prefers to describe himself as being more discerning as to the types of risks he is willing to take. Who cares if his reputation suffers when he runs from a fight he's absolutely confident of losing? As long as he is in one piece and is able to function properly the next day, it's all fine by him. Besides, he never puts himself forward as a warrior; he's an artist first and a soldier second. A very, very, very far second.
He is rather open with his thoughts, though that has less to do with lack of tact and more to do with having lived much of his adult life on an island faraway from civilization. Sometimes it may even appear that he is talking to himself, but he's not crazy. It's just a method he uses to prevent his train of thought from derailing, though from the disjointed thoughts that comes of his mouth, it can be hard to believe. Just trust in that he knows what he's doing. Most of the time.
History: An Irishman living in Scotland while serving an Englishman trying hard to be Scottish. Don't worry if that confuses you; sometimes Connor feels the same as well. Born to an impoverished Irish family in Victorian-era London, to say that Connor had a rough childhood would be an affront to the phrase 'massive understatement'. If the other - usually English - street urchins didn't make his life hell, then the deep-seated against the Irish, especially Irish Catholics like his family, did. If a day went past without him or his family being wrongfully accused of a crime, or he did not have to run away from anyone, Connor would have taken it as a wonderful day.
In a rather roundabout attempt to show others that they were a good, British family, Connor's father pressured him to join the army in some capacity. The best outcome would be that Connor would be sent off to fight in some faraway corner of the globe for Queen and Country, and his father would be able to proudly say that at least one member of his family was doing some good to the British Empire. Connor, however, wanted to have none of that. He loved drawing, and usually spent whatever spare time he had sketching out scenes from his life onto whatever scraps of paper he had. Soldiering was not for him; Connor wanted to be an artist.
After several arguments and failed attempts to physically pull Connor to a recruitment office, he and his father settled on a compromise. Instead of joining the regular force, Connor would join the territorial army. He would never be sent overseas, and as long as he pretended to be sad about it every time a war broke out, he would still appear to be a good little patriot. Even better, Connor had to option of choosing where he wanted to be posted, and he chose to be sent to the Shetland Islands, or as his father called it, the 'arse of the British isles'.
It was a perfect life for Connor. The Shetlands were faraway from the mainland enough that he was rarely ever called for service, and as long as he fulfilled his yearly requirements of showing up to prove that he could still fire a rifle, stand in a file and fight alongside his regiment of fellow misfits, he was left alone. The islands were also quiet, and provided no shortage of scenery for him to sketch, and eventually, paint. It was not long before his talents were noticed by a rather wealthy local who then hired Connor to produce his works of art for various auction houses. The money, while not amazing, was good, and Connor felt himself believing in the whole 'luck of the Irish' thing.
Oh, if only he knew where he would wake up.</s>
<|message|>Elin
MAP ROOM
~~~Dream Sequence~~~
Running wild as he jumps from roof to roof, he flies through the air as he grabs hold of the hang rail as he flips a bit and lands on his feet sliding down as his tail sways from side to side. He hits the bottom crashing through a pool of water before he reached out to his goal, a bright ball of light as he was about to reach it he got hit from the side as he lost reach of his dream and opened his eyes
~~~DS Break~~~
A young boy with cat ears was nudged as this disrupted his dream somewhat, he opened his eyes slightly as he was still sleepy. He was not able to hear what was said and just dosed back off to sleep not even understanding the situation he was in as he curled up into a ball like a cat would. Though it appeared strange from a human body, his flexibility was definitely really good not that it mattered right now as he drifted back off into dream land
~~~Dream Sequence Continued~~~
As he was falling to the side his goal having drifted further away he crashed into the water as he felt his entire world swaying which was strange. He never had this feeling before and did not understand it as he looked around, he was now all alone in a blank empty space as he was not sure what this meant. He forgot what he was chasing and why he was there as he searched in the blank empty space. Things were boring and he began to think he was trapped in some kind of facility like a lab, maybe he got a disease and they were checking up on him. He was a bit worried since sometimes if the disease is too dangerous they take you to a white room and then explode you with explosions. This term would make no sense in the distant past as being exploded with explosions exploding explosions was something invented by a mad man of the past. As he waited he just felt a sharp pain as his entire world exploded.
~~~Dream Ends~~~
He heard some strange noise and he heard some strange language asking what bloody something was there. He could not understand it and then he blinked a few times as his eyes tried to adapt to the light as his cat ears twitched from left to right and all around picking up different sounds. He blinked a few more times before his eyes slowly began to accommodate the lighting of the area. He saw some strange old guy with some strange object over his eyes, he had never seen something like that before and he was about to look around further when he looked at the strange red head, he had not seen that colour in a long time. The last time he saw it was when he jumped and hit a wall and scratched himself a bit, then a while later the healing bots would patch him up and then placed some soft bouncing pad near the wall to make it safer. He did not understand the bots, but then he noticed there were no bots, he could not hear them and further more the strange red head and blinked a few times before realising she had a weapon in her hands as he jumped up he ran as his instincts kicked in.
He dashed around as the parchments and pencils flew all over the place as he scurried around with a pace that was not much faster than a normal human, but he could not balance normally as he fell one, two then finally a third time before stopping and looking to his attacker. This red headed beast must be after his tail as it was something that he learnt. In the world he lived people from outside ate anything from animals to plants to tails and even ears. He held on to his tail tight and finally spoke in his native language which was En, an advanced speech which uses the minimum of sounds to explain meaning. They discovered the spectrum for sound had over fifty billion or more variations and by using those variations they created the language of En.
He spoke and what they heard was "En...hn...." which unknown to him translated to "Leave my tail... alone you red beast". He was struggling to keep his balance as the ground was shaking like an earthquake to him, this ball that kept rolling passed nearly hit him twice as it was bothering him slightly on instinct and partly because it nearly hit him a few times now. His knowledge was not the best in the world but at the very least his basic knowledge was anything strange and anywhere without the bots was outland, the land outside of the Society which was described as Hell. This made him mistake the bloody hell for meaning that she was going to take him deeper into hell. He was not surprised to understand different languages though as in the Society exists a universal translator in every area in order to prevent misunderstandings.
What had the poor boy walked in on and why did they have to be creatures bigger than him. He did not even notice that there was this strange girl laying behind him or that there was this large man also laying around as well. He was scared, confused and all alone</s>
<|message|>Chris Addams
Map Room
Too many questions had been going on in Chris' head to notice Elin's odd appearance. But after Moss exclaimed he stopped and took a close look. There wasn't much time to make it out clearly before the boy jumped up and began to frantically run around. After having fallen a few times there was finally the opportunity to get a good look at him.
At first the young man just stared. There was no way what he was seeing was real. But the ears and tail moved quite naturally which said otherwise. "Okay, I either I'm dreaming or I'm going crazy. Do you see this too? Does he actually have cat ears and a tail?" His head was starting to hurt. Things were starting to look like some bizarre anime or the like. Just for safe measure he double checked nothing had happened to him by running a hand through his hair. Ridiculous? Perhaps, but nothing was out of the ordinary there so that was good he supposed.
Turning back to the red head he grinned slightly. "Well it doesn't sound like he knows what's going on either. It might be safe to assume we're all in this boat together" A bad pun, but it was his style of humor.</s>
<|message|>Moss
When the boy jumped and ran -or rather tried to run- Moss only stood even more on-end. He glared daggers at her, holding onto his tail like it was a lifeline. She gripped the hammer with both hands and glared back. The little demon thing might've looked like child but Moss had heard enough folktales to know that appearances weren't everything. Deception was key, and if this kid was lying behind some disguise she wasn't gonna fall for it.
And yet the other guy was coming to his defense?
"Are you serious it-" she recoiled when Elin spoke, brow furrowing. She'd run with plenty of gypsies before, folks from all over, and not a one spoke like that. "Look it's fok'n speakin in tongues, it's got a tail comin' out its arse for Christ's sake!"</s>
<|message|>Elin
MAP ROOM
He lost focus as the strange guy with the strange glass in front of his eyes spoke and said he was dreaming or going crazy. The dreaming part he understood, however he was not fully brought up with an understanding of what exactly crazy was. The translator seemed to lack a dictionary of sorts to help further the translation for him. The guy made it sound likes his ears and tail were something strange, he wondered if this weird guy grew up inside one of those caves he once read about in history, a hole where people who have nothing live. While he looked slightly at the moving hand through hair movement which also seemed strange before returning his gaze to the red beast. He then mentioned an ancient word known as boat, he had no idea what exactly a boat was other than it used to be used to travel over water and was stupid. He could not remember the rest since he hated history, he also did not get what was going on even more.
The Red Beast held on to her hammer tightly as if about to attack And yet the beast spoke strange, when she listened to his voice and speech he did not understand what she meant by him speaking in tongues and then thought maybe she was not used to speaking with normal people since she was a beast using her stupid long speech primitive language. He then got confused and replied with "en... hn... hne..." which more or less sounded nearly exactly the same as the "eh hn" he said earlier. However it translated into something completely different as he was saying "my tail does not come out of there, stupid red beast" the way he had said the "hne" was in a way that meant stupid and somewhere in the way he spoke the frequency meant red and the way he made it short refered to her being a primitive beast. His language was simple in sound but advanced in a sense that it also relied on frequencies with their even being some words only understood with his own ears. Without the translation there would be nearly no way for these people to communicate.
He was a bit less scared then he was earlier as his tail which he let go of was slowly lowering itself to his side as he stood up a bit, he was short and as he realised he was the smallest one here he knew he had to be careful. He then mumbled softly "hn" which if heard by anyone would translate to "help"</s>
<|message|>Risa Robinson
Engine Room
It did not cross Risa's mind that this person would not understand English. She had just assumed that the people around her would be able to understand her. Everyone were she was from spoke English. While she had in the past thought about learning other languages she had not gone through with it. So when she heard their responses she thought about it. All of them had gone to bed and woke up here. She did not know why they were brought here, but she was getting a really bad feeling about this.
She looked at the two males she was talking with. The one talking to the horn looked normal enough, but the other one was wearing a military uniform. The news often showed military uniforms and none of them looked like that. Maybe he was some from small country that did not get on the news often. That would mean that they were taken from different locations and brought here in one night, unless she had been drugged, then she could have been out for much longer then a single night. This was not good. Maybe calling out for help was a very bad idea.
It was too late to voice any objections to calling out. If there was someone on the other side waiting for them to wake up. At least she would hear them coming since the door had to be unlocked first. So while they waited she was only had two things that they can do. Explore this place or wait and talk with these two. Since the other remaining members were still asleep she thought it would be better to wait a little longer before going to see if there was something that they could do to get out of this place.
It looked like the Asian male was named Suichiro and he also was a gardener. The strange uniform mas was named Connor. At least she knew what to call them now. "I'm a professional writer. Before coming here I was working on my newest novel. This is not going to be good. My agent was supposed to call me this morning."</s>
| <|message|>Connor O'Flaherty
"I was a soldier," Connor said lamely. It was probably painfully evident from his red-and-black uniform that he was from the British Army, but then again, he was not so sure. The other two people - the gardener whose name Connor was not even going to try to pronounce and the writer - wore clothes that were completely unknown to him. Just by the presence of Suichiro, Connor was quite certain that they were all from different parts of the world. That was certainly going to make things difficult; it appeared that Suichiro could speak English, but Connor was not going to count on everyone knowing the language.
"Militia, to be specific. I'm actually an artist. Strictly amateur, but it makes enough money for me to get by." Connor corrected himself. "My regiment went on exercise the day before and I fell asleep as soon as I got home. Pity, I heard that the scenery would have been especially astounding today."
He turned to the writer. "A professional writer? You must be quite well-off, then. You certainly look a lot better than any of the others that I know of, though the Shetlands aren't exactly conducive for anyone hoping to be well-known. Have you written anything that I might have read?"</s> |
<|description|>Connor O'Flaherty
Age: 25
Appearance: Connor is a rather unimpressive person, being of average height and build. Muscular enough for people to believe that he is in the militia, but not so muscular that he looks more of a brute than an artist. He has ginger hair, cut short to militia standards, but it still licks at his brows and collar of his shirt. As if nature had decided to make him look like distilled-Irish, he has bright, green eyes.
Occupation: Artist/Militiaman
Personality: Some might call him a coward, but Connor prefers to describe himself as being more discerning as to the types of risks he is willing to take. Who cares if his reputation suffers when he runs from a fight he's absolutely confident of losing? As long as he is in one piece and is able to function properly the next day, it's all fine by him. Besides, he never puts himself forward as a warrior; he's an artist first and a soldier second. A very, very, very far second.
He is rather open with his thoughts, though that has less to do with lack of tact and more to do with having lived much of his adult life on an island faraway from civilization. Sometimes it may even appear that he is talking to himself, but he's not crazy. It's just a method he uses to prevent his train of thought from derailing, though from the disjointed thoughts that comes of his mouth, it can be hard to believe. Just trust in that he knows what he's doing. Most of the time.
History: An Irishman living in Scotland while serving an Englishman trying hard to be Scottish. Don't worry if that confuses you; sometimes Connor feels the same as well. Born to an impoverished Irish family in Victorian-era London, to say that Connor had a rough childhood would be an affront to the phrase 'massive understatement'. If the other - usually English - street urchins didn't make his life hell, then the deep-seated against the Irish, especially Irish Catholics like his family, did. If a day went past without him or his family being wrongfully accused of a crime, or he did not have to run away from anyone, Connor would have taken it as a wonderful day.
In a rather roundabout attempt to show others that they were a good, British family, Connor's father pressured him to join the army in some capacity. The best outcome would be that Connor would be sent off to fight in some faraway corner of the globe for Queen and Country, and his father would be able to proudly say that at least one member of his family was doing some good to the British Empire. Connor, however, wanted to have none of that. He loved drawing, and usually spent whatever spare time he had sketching out scenes from his life onto whatever scraps of paper he had. Soldiering was not for him; Connor wanted to be an artist.
After several arguments and failed attempts to physically pull Connor to a recruitment office, he and his father settled on a compromise. Instead of joining the regular force, Connor would join the territorial army. He would never be sent overseas, and as long as he pretended to be sad about it every time a war broke out, he would still appear to be a good little patriot. Even better, Connor had to option of choosing where he wanted to be posted, and he chose to be sent to the Shetland Islands, or as his father called it, the 'arse of the British isles'.
It was a perfect life for Connor. The Shetlands were faraway from the mainland enough that he was rarely ever called for service, and as long as he fulfilled his yearly requirements of showing up to prove that he could still fire a rifle, stand in a file and fight alongside his regiment of fellow misfits, he was left alone. The islands were also quiet, and provided no shortage of scenery for him to sketch, and eventually, paint. It was not long before his talents were noticed by a rather wealthy local who then hired Connor to produce his works of art for various auction houses. The money, while not amazing, was good, and Connor felt himself believing in the whole 'luck of the Irish' thing.
Oh, if only he knew where he would wake up.</s>
<|message|>Innocent Sidwell.
Observatory.
Sidwell spun at the noise of the voice but was already throwing his arms to his temples with a pained face, blotting out the sensory world. The lordling had not even yelled, but his fragile, dreamy sense of calm had cracked and was shattering under the angry, questioning torrent. "Oh mercy," he gasped, dropping to his knees, an imperfect prayer position on the hard timber, and the prayer was already spouting. "Et dimitte nobis debita n-nostra sicut et nos dimisimus debitoribus nost-t-tris," he murmured rapidly, only slightly breaking the latin rhythm as the prayer ground to a halt at its end. 'And forgive us our debt as we forgive our debtors'. Mildly appropriate for Hell, but the teenager in finery was not quite Satan.
The questions Sidwell had heard were foreign to him, but even as they spoke a meaning was assembling itself out of them. Complete memories of words in perfect Frankish, as if there had never been another language. Voice, tone and and accent were all preserved to the finest, most human detail.
A cautious lift of the head to look at his speaker again. Not in the face, of course. "My, ah, my la- Liege," he addressed, unsure of the sex of his fellow damned soul but unwilling to stare. "Your friend is named Innocent, of the Sidwells. I believe I am dead, but I do not know."</s>
<|message|>Tommy Burma
Map Room
Tommy had been dreaming of beer....lots of beer. A fountain of it, he and his buddies filled their glasses and clinked them together and sang and old hymn.
He awoke with a startle, not the way you want to end a good beer dream, the floor that he was sleeping on scratched his back, like bark...he knew bark, he was a lumberjack! Had he fallen asleep in a tree again?!?! The room spun with sleepyness before he finally came to. There was, what seemed to be a boy with a tail and cat ears...a woman threatening him with a hammer, and a young man with glasses. In situations like this, Tommy was more in the "Wait and See How It Plays Out" camp...but given the circumstances that he had no clue where he was or who any of these people were, he felt the need to say something. He stood up, a tall man, when he stands up people notice.
"Now let's just wait a minute here." He said in his deepest voice, "First....why don't we lower that-there hammer real slow. Secondly, where in the name of maple syrup and whiskey are we, and what is going on?</s>
<|message|>Chris Addams
Map Room
"We're all trying to figure out where we are. So far it's a pretty safe bet that we're on a ship." Deciding that it would be better not to trapped in a room with strangers Chris opened the door. The wind rushed in and the loose maps strewn about began to flutter around. Not seeing that as a critical thing he took a look outside.
Out in the open the scene looked slightly familiar, from what little he knew of ships, but as the room already showed it was not ordinary in its own right. His observation was interrupted by flying paper. He had misjudged the mess the wind was creating and closed the door a bit so they would at least have the light without so much of the wind. "Sorry. That was a bit more than I expected. I was also kind of expecting it to be locked so that's weird." With better vision he looked about the room again. The flash of metal on the shelf caught his eye and he walked over to it but waited on reaching for it. He still didn't know enough about these people so better to be cautious.</s>
<|message|>Risa Robinson
Engine room
So she was right he was a solder, she still did not know from where. Just because a person talked in an accent it did not mean they currently lived there. She was just going to have to wait until he gave some sort of clue where he lived. She was a little surprised that to hear that he was also an amateur artist. For some reason she did not think that someone in the military would be into anything like that. Then again she did not know anyone in the military.
"Well my book The Reaper's Lie is on the New York Times Best Sellers list right now. That would be the one I am most known for. It's being sold in many countries right now so it should be available in any book store."
She personally did not think she was that well off. She had been careful about spending her money. Her second book was not out yet and she did not want to risk not having money if it did not turn out as good as the first. "It makes enough to get by. I really don't want to go back to school to be an accountant. Being at a desk all day is not the life for me. I'd rather go to a park and wrist a novel any day."
She took a look back at the two sleeping members. She wanted to make sure that they were okay when they got up. If they were anything like her they would start thinking the worst right away. The last thing she needed was a fight occurring and someone getting injured. She doubted the room had a first aid kit anywhere. So when she saw that there was one sleeping body she looked around.
She saw the girl on the other side of the room. She was hold something that she could use as a weapon. "Hey put that down. You're going to get your clothes dirty. I've already tried the door, it's locked." She then pointed to the horn. "We're waiting to hear a response for the speaker here. Maybe someone can come and let us out."
She hoped that was enough to get her to drop the weapon and come join the group, she doubted it. She barely trusted these guys, but right now this was the best opportunity to get out of this place. Or at least find something to eat.</s>
<|message|>Dakota Cross
OBSERVATORY
"Mhm?"
Dakota rolled over slightly. He was roused by the soft murmur of voices. It was probably his mom on the phone. He rolled over the rough bark, reaching out onto the bedside table to shut the lamp off -
There was no lamp.
Dakota quickly snapped out of his blind groping. He was on the floor, not in a bed. And what's more, he was supposed to be leaning over Karl's cage, feeding the Siberian husky doggie treats, not... not whatever the heck this was.
His leg began to quiver and his heartbeat began to quicken as he was hit with the frightening, abrupt realization that he was not at home. He wanted to scream, to call for help, but something told him that wouldn't be a smart move. He subconsciously felt his headphones resting on his neck. His eyes followed the wires to his pocket, and pulled out his iPhone. No service, no WiFi -
Dakota grumbled under his breath as the battery icon gave way and the screen turned black. No battery.
Slowly, he brought the shattered pieces of his resolve together, taking a clearer note of his surroundings. The faint rolling and bobbing of the floor indicated that they were at sea. The wood looked like it had aged quite a bit, but it seemed... living, uncomfortably reminscient of the belly of a great beast. Looking around, Dakota noticed the brass telescope and the domed ceiling were clues that the room was an observatory of a sort. He involuntarily made the sign of the cross. He wasn't Catholic, but it helped still the nerves.
Suddenly, his observations were interrupted by the sudden outburst of noise. A quivering middle-aged man, a girl in Egyptian garb speaking in a foreign Arab-ish language, and a burly tattooed Caucasian man with a considerable amount of facial hair. Dakota took a deep breath as he tied his thick winter hoodie around his waist - were these people his captors, or fellow prisoners?
"...Uh.. h-hello? Who are you?"</s>
| <|message|>Connor O'Flaherty
Now that Connor thought about it, the writer's accent did not match any of those that could be found on the British isles, or at least those that he knew of. Her mention of New York was what made Connor guess that she was an American, and that simply added to the mystery of their presence in the room. Whoever, or whatever had brought them here certainly made sure that everyone came from different parts of the world, and if Connor was willing to entertain the idea, different periods of time as well. He had decided that the clothes everyone else wore looked far too strange and different to be from any part of the world that he knew; even the French probably did not dress the way the other two did.
Still, Connor decided to keep that theory to himself for now. It sounded ridiculous and silly even in his head, and the last thing he wanted was to make a fool of himself. There were still parts of the world unknown to him, like the deepest parts of Siberia, the central Asian plains and Canada. That made for a lot of places the other two could have come from. "Ah, I apologize. I haven't heard of that book." Connor said sheepishly and scratched the back of his head. "I don't think there was a bookstore on the part of the Shetlands I lived in, and we only do get books every once in a while from the steamers that roll through every week or so."
He cleared his throat. "But New York? I hear that it's more Irish than Ireland nowadays. Can't say I'm surprised. The English are doing grand ol' job in making us leg it for the New World." He said with a grin, and was about to ask about what the writer had meant when she said that she was going to school to be an accountant. As far as Connor knew, that was something you learned as an apprentice, not something you could master by simply flipping through a book. However, he noticed that her attention had be drawn by another person who had woken up.
The other girl looked terrified, though Connor could not say he blamed her. He could tell that she too had come from somewhere far away - the newspapers and tabloids had been filled with news about the ongoing war in some nation in the middle east, and if he ignored all the traits that were obviously added in for propaganda purposes, the girl more or less fitted the description of someone from the region. Or, at least according to Fleet Street. "Don't be too afraid, we're all friends here." Connor said, though he kept his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword bayonet. He nodded to the other two with him. "They haven't tried to lynch me for being Irish, so I'll vouch for them."</s> |
<|description|>Connor O'Flaherty
Age: 25
Appearance: Connor is a rather unimpressive person, being of average height and build. Muscular enough for people to believe that he is in the militia, but not so muscular that he looks more of a brute than an artist. He has ginger hair, cut short to militia standards, but it still licks at his brows and collar of his shirt. As if nature had decided to make him look like distilled-Irish, he has bright, green eyes.
Occupation: Artist/Militiaman
Personality: Some might call him a coward, but Connor prefers to describe himself as being more discerning as to the types of risks he is willing to take. Who cares if his reputation suffers when he runs from a fight he's absolutely confident of losing? As long as he is in one piece and is able to function properly the next day, it's all fine by him. Besides, he never puts himself forward as a warrior; he's an artist first and a soldier second. A very, very, very far second.
He is rather open with his thoughts, though that has less to do with lack of tact and more to do with having lived much of his adult life on an island faraway from civilization. Sometimes it may even appear that he is talking to himself, but he's not crazy. It's just a method he uses to prevent his train of thought from derailing, though from the disjointed thoughts that comes of his mouth, it can be hard to believe. Just trust in that he knows what he's doing. Most of the time.
History: An Irishman living in Scotland while serving an Englishman trying hard to be Scottish. Don't worry if that confuses you; sometimes Connor feels the same as well. Born to an impoverished Irish family in Victorian-era London, to say that Connor had a rough childhood would be an affront to the phrase 'massive understatement'. If the other - usually English - street urchins didn't make his life hell, then the deep-seated against the Irish, especially Irish Catholics like his family, did. If a day went past without him or his family being wrongfully accused of a crime, or he did not have to run away from anyone, Connor would have taken it as a wonderful day.
In a rather roundabout attempt to show others that they were a good, British family, Connor's father pressured him to join the army in some capacity. The best outcome would be that Connor would be sent off to fight in some faraway corner of the globe for Queen and Country, and his father would be able to proudly say that at least one member of his family was doing some good to the British Empire. Connor, however, wanted to have none of that. He loved drawing, and usually spent whatever spare time he had sketching out scenes from his life onto whatever scraps of paper he had. Soldiering was not for him; Connor wanted to be an artist.
After several arguments and failed attempts to physically pull Connor to a recruitment office, he and his father settled on a compromise. Instead of joining the regular force, Connor would join the territorial army. He would never be sent overseas, and as long as he pretended to be sad about it every time a war broke out, he would still appear to be a good little patriot. Even better, Connor had to option of choosing where he wanted to be posted, and he chose to be sent to the Shetland Islands, or as his father called it, the 'arse of the British isles'.
It was a perfect life for Connor. The Shetlands were faraway from the mainland enough that he was rarely ever called for service, and as long as he fulfilled his yearly requirements of showing up to prove that he could still fire a rifle, stand in a file and fight alongside his regiment of fellow misfits, he was left alone. The islands were also quiet, and provided no shortage of scenery for him to sketch, and eventually, paint. It was not long before his talents were noticed by a rather wealthy local who then hired Connor to produce his works of art for various auction houses. The money, while not amazing, was good, and Connor felt himself believing in the whole 'luck of the Irish' thing.
Oh, if only he knew where he would wake up.</s>
<|message|>Innocent Sidwell.
Observatory.
A sliver of good fortune had positioned Innocent beside the brasswork-bearing table in the same direction that the floor swung, giving him something to hold on to. Though his feet slipped out sideways between the table legs, he caught himself at a kneel and braced against the floor. There he stayed a few seconds, head spinning, not sure if the floor was stable of if they would all keep tipping sideways until they fell through the roof, or perhaps through the roof and up into Heaven. Sidwell's dreams hadn't prepared his expectations well for a place so surreal.
Standing up to the complaints and questions of his fellow dead, he readjusted his hat silently, feeling numb. Perhaps I have run through my stock of shock, he thought, bringing down his hand to find a wisp of silver-grey resting on it in perfect, contagious calm. ...And for what sin did you need to fall from grace, little angel? The insect avoided the question, flitting back upwards and onto the brim of Sidwell's hat where so many others had rested in the past.
A sound of knocking wood tugged his attention back to the room. Zosime had put her attention back to the pillar, but Christopher was tapping on the floor like a door. Listening in as closely as he could, Sidwell could hear what Christopher had picked up on before him, though of course, he did not recognise the voices. Many die and few go straight up, so it's a small wonder that the grave is crowded, he explained to himself, but did not stoop down to listen to the floor. The voices could wait until he found their owners, wherever they were.
Innocent had only explored part of the room around the pillar, and with two of the other three wakeful lost in their own worlds of exploration (The boy still seemed to be fiddling with his dull black jewellery; The poor fellow was likely stunned by shock), he thought it appropriate to follow suit. The books in the walls were, as Christopher had shown to his frustration, adjoined to their shelves, and to try and remove them himself when Christopher had already tried felt like it would be a slight against all his effort. Besides, there was an odd, shifty quality to the vines that he didn't like, as if they were crawling around when they knew he wasn't watching. Sidwell left them be and continued to the far side of the pillar, where a door waited for him. He knocked, to no reply other than the snapping of some leaves on the wood, which smelled familiarly of strawberries.
Facing the pillar again to address the others, perhaps ask their thoughts on opening this door, Innocent's eye caught on a gleam in the dark on the top of the pillar device. The shape was too small and distant to make out easily until it moved, and Sidwell squinted at it. A little tailed animal, perhaps a rat, glinting like the flutterby on his hat and just as still. He let go of the doorknob he didn't realise he'd been holding, but the animal was too far to reach, and Sidwell was not a cat, that he could climb up and look for it. Still distracted, he put his hand back on the doorknob, neglecting to use Latin when he stated that "...I am going to open this door and see what's outside."
The door opened with more of a wooden creak than a hinged metal one, and dull light shone in, dazzling the night-eyes he'd been using since he awoke. The scene was a mangle of conflicting elements. The leaves and vines in his awakening room were a shadow of what he saw here. The ground was almost completely overgrown with roots, and trees were rising. This wasn't a forest, though, for at the edges of it all was a railing, and beyond that railing, seething grey. It took landlocked Sidwell several seconds to recognise the movement as water, unholy amounts of water that stank of salt and mysteries.
"Et dedit mare mortuos qui in eo eran." And the sea gave up the dead that were in it. From the Apocalypse of Saint John, from the very end of life and the Good Book. Sidwell didn't take his eyes from the water as he walked down to it, nearly tripped by the stairs between the deck and the domed observatory. His hands clutched the railing and he watched the sea, unafraid of the mute idiot mass of water crawling below him. He was dead, and had nothing to fear from this natural world.
The sound of tears didn't reach him for quite some time. Innocent turned his head without averting his stare from the water until he caught sight of a human figure in the periphery of his gaze. His rapture broke and his tense body slackened back into small, humble Sidwell. The woman was kneeling in front of a fox, talking in distress, mourning her lost child to it. "...Soso sorry, baby... I didn't mean to get you killed. I'm so sorry..."
Wavering, he stepped a little closer and spoke, unsure of exactly what he was interrupting. "Forgiveness comes to all good souls," he offered, trying to compensate for the regret the woman was clearly showing. No doubt this was the sin which she rests in Purgatory to pay off.</s>
<|message|>Risa Robinson
Engine Room
When the floor suddenly moved under her Risa she crashed into pipes. When she heard the hiss she grabbed a pipe that was nearby. She looked around in a panic. She did not care if the other person was holding a tool, there was something else here, something more dangerous. She looked around suspiciously holding the pipe close to her.
In her paranoid state she saw the leaves move at the top of the ladder. Whatever was in here she was sure it was there. She was relieved that it was up there. She was scared of heights and was not sure if she would be able to climb up a ladder to get away. As long as that creature stayed up there she would not have to use her pipe against another person.
She grabbed a nearby lamp, not sure if should would find a way to light it, but when she had a way she would have a light source if it got really dark.
She slowly backed away to the speaker. Once she got there she looked away for the first time. "Hey, is anyone there? There is something down here. Get us out of here," she yelled out. She was still not sure if there was someone there on the other side, but someone out there should be able to help them get out of here.</s>
<|message|>Chris Addams
Map Room
The papers showing things from a different era were interesting. That wasn't something he quite expected, though everything else so far had been unexpected. Being a mostly visual learner he scanned over the pages in case there was something helpful on them. Their contents didn't immediately tell him anything, the monsters were an odd sight and not something he understood. Symbolism perhaps? Moss' behavior drew his attention though and he looked up. She stumbled but managed to recover her footing. He was going to ask if she was alright when he also heard the voices above. So they weren't the only ones on the ship. There was no way to tell if they were the crew or maybe more people like themselves.
In a sudden change of heart Moss started to talk about leaving. Given their conversation a minute ago her quick exit was unexpected. The door yet again opened the plant life began to grow. Not as distracted by other things and better able to see Chris crouched down and watched their rapid growth. His movement meant that Ein's "attack" missed and passed over his head. The thump from the pistol made him look back as it dropped before him. Following its flight path back he met the cat boy's eyes. Snatching the weapon he stood up but did not point it at him, preferring to stay non aggressive. "What the hell? Are you trying to hit me or something?" He glanced at the flintlock for a moment to see if it was primed. He had some knowledge of how such a thing operated. Loading such a weapon would be another thing so if it was actually loaded it would only be one shot without some supplies and instruction.</s>
| <|message|>Connor O'Flaherty
Any thoughts Connor had of knowing more about the skittish girl staying away from the rest disappeared when a sudden, violent lurch sent him flying into a tangle of cables which thankfully prevented him from slamming straight into the mess of pipes behind. As he slowly got to his feet and tried to steady himself, a cable which had managed to wrap itself around his right ankle brought him crashing to the ground the minute he tried to take a single step. This time, there was nothing to break his fall and he felt his whole body ache as he stood back up.
"Bloody feck," He muttered to himself as he straightened out his clothes. "Someone somewhere has a wicked sense of humour."
He was interrupted by a strange, hissing sound. Surrounded by so many pieces of machinery, most of them unknown to him, Connor initially wrote it off as just ambient noise. However, he briefly saw an oddly shaped creature darting up a wall. It moved faster than any man Connor knew, and he knew someone on the Shetlands who could outrun a horse for brief periods of time, so that was indeed saying something. The creature had disappeared from sight, but Connor kept his eyes on it's last known position, near the top of a ladder.
"Anyone else saw that?" He asked, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "There's something else here with us."
Gulping, he slowly backed away and drew his bayonet. Despite the tense situation, he noted that the blade of his weapon looked a little bit shinier than usual. Perhaps that sludge Corporal Brekker had convinced him to drown his bayonet in a week ago had actually done some work. "Whatever you're doing," He called out to the writer, who was trying to call for help via the horn. "I hope to God it actually works, otherwise I'm going to start cutting things and hoping for the best."</s> |
<|description|>Innocent Sidwell.
Age: 44.
Appearance: Subtly waning. Innocent retains a head of dark hair, dark eyes and a good height for an adult, but his scalp is beginning to show through and a growing hunch in his back wears down his tallness while his eyes accumulate red mazes. Well veined, sundried skin tell of a long life outdoors. Half a beard populates his jaw. A dull tunic, dusty straw hat, and duller, dustier trousers provide his daily modesty, held together with a rope belt.
Occupation: Beekeeper in a dale just south of Flidais, a temperate, grassy city perched between foothills. Innocent gets by with few visits to Flidais, selling honey, beeswax, animal feed and carvings to whoever might pass his cabin on the way and buying necessities from travelling merchants and nearby farmsfolk. Innocent plays a simple flute, carved and tuned by his own design, but does so poorly.
Personality: Gentle enough to be called kind, but this trait is bred more from meek complacency than empathic feelings. Sidwell is a highly submissive individual, asking little from others and rarely questioning them or the services they require of him unless he feels personally threatened. Although he means only to live and let live, these traits may see him being labelled by some as a sycophant, and by most as a coward. Innocent is religious on his own terms. Terrified of death and hell, he believes that if he avoids human confrontation and keeps his world small and modest, he will avoid sin and be blessed by God, an attitude which has seen him safe thusfar.
History: Innocent Sidwell was born in Flidais and, the youngest son to a mother of eight, was sent to the hill monastery even sooner than most novices. Sidwell entered monasticism as a child already conditioned to avoid the fierce competition of his elder siblings and live in modesty. Although this kept him in the favour of the prior, Innocent's ways changed as he matured. While his earlier compliance was forced by the pressure of his environment, he was now in a community wherein passiveness was self-motivated, and repressed adventurousness began to emerge. The prior tolerated Sidwell's growing cheek for a time, granted that he performed his duties and did not leave the monastery. He was expelled when finally caught in an act of homosexual conduct with another novice. The prior was shocked and betrayed and threatened both Innocent and the other novice with public exposure as they were punished and cast away, but his old love for Sidwell kept him from making true this threat, unknown to Sidwell, who that day was cursed with a terrible fear of exposure, of sin, and of living any less than a pious, modest, and celibate existence.
Fleeing south on foot, Innocent found work as a farmhand for a time before he apprenticed under his predecessor beekeeper of the valley, and has made this his living for three decades.</s>
<|message|>Moss
MAP ROOM
The massive man had awoken, and massive he was. She'd seen taller people before, but none with the kind of presence he had, the kind that filled up the room. Moss felt her throat close up when he looked at her, and only gripped the hammer tighter when he told her to lower it. Like hell she was going to drop it; it didn't matter if the heavy-voiced man was God himself, she'd found it and it seemed to be a pretty damn goo tool for not getting the shit beaten out of her.
The blowing of the wind caught her attention, and the choking smell of the sea filled the room if only for a moment before dissipating away. The salt practically blinded her, and she had to rub the thick air from her eyes as well as hold her nose. What an awful smell, the sea. So much salt and grime, filled with the piss and shit of a million fish and other god-only-knows horrors.
Then the other girl woke up. Moss didn't know what to think of her, she looked young, but...frillier than any of the other kid-folk she'd seen. Then again the bespectacled man was more or less just as surprising. Then of course there was the freak, but that was its own field entirely, and damned if she was gonna mess with it.
The girl opened her mouth, and suddenly Moss's surprise turned, once again, to confusion. TamTam? Who the fuck was TamTam? Was she speaking the same language as the freak? She understood moving to the door well enough, though.
"Ay!" Moss snapped, watching the girl. "Are you outcha god'm mind? We can't just go out there, what if the fokers who put us in here are out there?"
It seemed however, that she was outnumbered in her opinion. The girl was gone and with her the lumberjack. Well, either they'd die first, or they'd get lucky, but Moss wasn't going to bank much on the latter. Not with that oddity of a girl around, anyway.</s>
<|message|>Suichiro Hamani
Engine Room
Suichi listened as the two of them responded and then went on to have their own conversation. He found himself to be very puzzled about Connor who spoke of the New World as if it were still a commonly used phrase. Either the man was very committed to his cosplay or he actually believed he was from the colonial days. He had heard about the book as his wife read it quite a bit. She certainly liked American literature, so Suichi took the time and effort to make sure she had new copies of books every so often. He decided it wasn't prudent to speak and simply listened as he waited for a response from the speaker.
Then he noticed a fourth person had woken up with them leaving the fifth one still unconscious. This newly awakened person reacted quite seriously out of fear. He understood. All of them were strangers and it was hard to know who could be trusted. He had a lot of faith in humanity though having seen a lot of good things happen through hard times.
Suichi walked up to the newly awakened woman and knelt just within reach of her with a warm smile on his face. "I'm Suichiro Hamani, you may call me Suichi if you'd like. You're safe with us. We only just woke up as well. What's your name?" He remained calm and friendly. If they were going to get out of here they'd need to work together.</s>
<|message|>Christopher Casablanca
Observatory
Christopher had heard some stirring behind him but decided to pay no attention since he was paying complete attention to the bookcase that he had been inspecting. He couldn't believe what kind of preparation and maintenance would have to be done to keep this wood looking this nice. Especially in a environment that was as harsh as this, having being surrounded by all this strong salt air would case some sort of slightly rapid deterioration if not treated properly. However this was not the case for this bookcase. It was such a shame that such a beautiful bookcase was housing such disgraceful looking books, something this beautiful should have more than one new book in it. It should contain nothing but new books to complement it.
It wasn't until he heard conversing behind him that he decided to give his attention to the other occupants of the room since he was likely going to have a better conversation with two conscious humans as opposed to four unconscious. He also could tell by listening to what he could understand through broken dialect and tough to understand accents that they were in the same predicament that he was, stuck at this unknown location with no clue of how they got here. Christopher had turned around to observe the two conscious people and it was the short Egyptian female and bearded male wearing what looked like an apiarist outfit while two others still occupied their space on the bark floor.
Just before he decided to speak the young male with headphones awoke and looked as shocked and confused, especially after looking down at his phone. He felt a slight bit better knowing that they were all in the same boat together. The only one who was still out was the young female with orange hair.
"Hello my name is Christopher, unfortunately I don't have any more answers than any of you. I assume alike you all I have awoken on the same bark floor unfamiliar with any memory after going to sleep. I assure you I would have loved to wake up in my own bed"</s>
<|message|>Zosime (pronounced Zoh-SIM-ee)
Observatory
The Egyptian frowned in confusion when the man with his back up against the pillar in the middle of the room knelt and started blathering in Latin. It took her a momnt to mentally change gears from Aramaic to the Roman tongue, and Zosime thought she must have missed something important in what he was saying. Something about debtors?
"Conantes dicere quid?" What are you trying to say? Zosime asked, raising one hand to rub at the side of her head. She was a little surprised to hear the man speak Latin - she'd pegged him for an Israelite. Well, she didn't meet all that many Romans, there were probably some scruffy looking ones from the western edges of the Empire, where the Celts and Gauls and all sorts of other barbarians lived.
He said something else then, which sounded kind of like Latin but well, more like he wasn't saying all the letters, and the vowels were much more nasal than she was used to. She didn't like the sound of it. But, even though the words sounded unfamiliar to her, she was somehow certain that she could understand them. At least she knew his name now.
"Mortui non sumus, Innocent," Zosime said flatly. We aren't dead, Innocent. They couldn't be dead; she could clearly feel herself, physically connected to her body as she should have been. Her ka had not detached; she knew that she was not facing neter-khetet. This was not the underworld through which Amun-Ra sailed each night. The more she interacted with the old man, the more the Egyptian came to believe that far from being her captor, he was a frightened idiot.
Zosime started to open her mouth to try to explain why they couldn't be dead, when one of the remaining sleepers awakened. He spoke an even less comprehensible language, like something she had once heard a captive Teuton shout. Like the pseudo-latin, she felt strangely certain that she could understand this young man's words, even though she knew the sounds coming out of his mouth were unintelligible.
She took a deep, calming breath and shakily forced it back out. It seemed like everyone here was going to be just as confused as she was. The scribe certainly didn't trust them, and she wasn't at all comfortable with the situation, but was suddenly sure that if she didn't stiffen her spine and take charge, no-one was going to.
The man at the shelves picked that time to turn around and introduce himself, somewhat deflating her sense of self importance. He seemed pretty calm. And he seemed to be speaking that Teutonic-sounding language as well; she was increasingly suspicious that this whole abduction was a Roman plot of some kind.
"Salutem, Christopher," Hello, Christopher, she said, deciding to stick with latin. At least one person there seemed to speak it. The Teutonic men might too, for that matter, if they couldn't understand her mysteriously like she could them. "I don't know where we are, or why. It looks like we are all equally confused here. If we are going to get any answers, we will probably need to stick together. My name is Zosime." She looked around the room, taking in the strange furnishings, living wood and unidentifiable metal contrivances. "Does anyone have any idea what any of these things are?"</s>
| <|message|>Innocent Sidwell.
Observatory.
"Conantes dicere quid?" More fluent than his own words, and a reassuringly human sentiment. Some tension released by the change of tongue and tone, Sidwell listened closely.
The confused foreigner in finery, whom he had decided to establish as a woman, was plainly lying or self-deceived, or perhaps even a pagan. Saint John had been shown the dead rising from their tombs at the end of days, and Thomas Didymus had put his finger in the wounds of the risen Christ; So surely Innocent could be yet dead while he feels his heart pump and his chest shift. Or if not dead, in some state of having died. I am in Purgatory, he concluded with ultimate confidence. This place is my Judgement.
A third stranger arose, mumbling. The boy. To Sidwell's immense relief, his first action was very familiar. "Benedico te," he mumbled, waving a hand in blessing underneath the marked man's stoic but polite introduction in a blend of sounds not entirely dissimilar to what Innocent's precious few Anglish visitors spoke. Christopher- A good name, a very good name, although his arms remained his most distracting feature. Was the man diseased, or cursed? Yet still a small oddity in the land of the dead.
The hairless woman's name was Zosime. By her own confession, she too had no answer to their surroundings, but was vigorously intent on finding them. Sidwell already had the only answer he needed to be satisfied, but the notion to stay grouped was a good and obvious one. He stepped a little closer to the metal device, noticing the rock in the floor and the strange, salty tang in the air that he had missed. "...Credo fiunt ex aere," I suppose they are made of brass, he offered in innocent helplessness, uncertain of the Latin phrasing. His world was too small to know much about anything here except the books.</s> |
<|description|>Innocent Sidwell.
Age: 44.
Appearance: Subtly waning. Innocent retains a head of dark hair, dark eyes and a good height for an adult, but his scalp is beginning to show through and a growing hunch in his back wears down his tallness while his eyes accumulate red mazes. Well veined, sundried skin tell of a long life outdoors. Half a beard populates his jaw. A dull tunic, dusty straw hat, and duller, dustier trousers provide his daily modesty, held together with a rope belt.
Occupation: Beekeeper in a dale just south of Flidais, a temperate, grassy city perched between foothills. Innocent gets by with few visits to Flidais, selling honey, beeswax, animal feed and carvings to whoever might pass his cabin on the way and buying necessities from travelling merchants and nearby farmsfolk. Innocent plays a simple flute, carved and tuned by his own design, but does so poorly.
Personality: Gentle enough to be called kind, but this trait is bred more from meek complacency than empathic feelings. Sidwell is a highly submissive individual, asking little from others and rarely questioning them or the services they require of him unless he feels personally threatened. Although he means only to live and let live, these traits may see him being labelled by some as a sycophant, and by most as a coward. Innocent is religious on his own terms. Terrified of death and hell, he believes that if he avoids human confrontation and keeps his world small and modest, he will avoid sin and be blessed by God, an attitude which has seen him safe thusfar.
History: Innocent Sidwell was born in Flidais and, the youngest son to a mother of eight, was sent to the hill monastery even sooner than most novices. Sidwell entered monasticism as a child already conditioned to avoid the fierce competition of his elder siblings and live in modesty. Although this kept him in the favour of the prior, Innocent's ways changed as he matured. While his earlier compliance was forced by the pressure of his environment, he was now in a community wherein passiveness was self-motivated, and repressed adventurousness began to emerge. The prior tolerated Sidwell's growing cheek for a time, granted that he performed his duties and did not leave the monastery. He was expelled when finally caught in an act of homosexual conduct with another novice. The prior was shocked and betrayed and threatened both Innocent and the other novice with public exposure as they were punished and cast away, but his old love for Sidwell kept him from making true this threat, unknown to Sidwell, who that day was cursed with a terrible fear of exposure, of sin, and of living any less than a pious, modest, and celibate existence.
Fleeing south on foot, Innocent found work as a farmhand for a time before he apprenticed under his predecessor beekeeper of the valley, and has made this his living for three decades.</s>
<|message|>Moss
DECK
Moss was about to begin her search for the Engine room when the sudden, ear-splitting shriek of the freak rose above the sounds of the brewing storm, and damn near scared the life out of her. Teeth grit together, she whirled around, summoned up all the breath she had, and yelled back.
"Shut the fok up! Stop for christ's-sake, ya fine, ya alive!" she held angry eyes on the freak-boy, but there wasn't any more fear left in them. "I don't know if ya can even fok'n understand me, but pay attention, aye?"
She jabbed a finger at him, and then jutted the thumb back at herself. "Stay with me. Before shite gets absolutely fok'd, we have to start gatherin' folks together, or we're all gonna sink, ya understand me?" She made the same motions with her fingers once again. "Stay with me, got it? Stay. With. Me."
A mental note for her was made then to never have kids. At least no weird, moon-man-language-speaking freak kids.
That settled, she heard the shouting of another voice, familiar and no longer uttering sobbing words. The strange girl, Tam-Something, seemed to be in a hurry of her own. Well, they had to gather, and though all of this sudden buddy-buddy shite was way out of Moss's own comfort zone for interactions, she much preferred the awkward bout of courage to swimming in brine.
"Fine, aye, good," she said quickly, giving the strange girl her attention. "Do ya know where we can find this damn Engine Room?"</s>
<|message|>Risa Robinson
ENGINE ROOM
Risa heard the chain clinking, but she was more interested in lighting the lamp. She saw that matches and she wanted nothing more than to walk over and grab a match and light the lamp right now, but that meant getting closer to the creature. She felt safe here for now. That was until she heard the creature start to move again. While she could not tell where it was she gripped the pipe in her hand. When it moved to attack Connor, she could not help but be relieved.
She knew that she should help him, but she could not move. She did not want to see a person hurt bedside her, but she did not want to put herself in danger. She was not that kind of a person, not unless she had a weapon that she could use. That was when she heard the voice over the speaker. There was someone else there and worse off these people did not know where they were. She looked at Connor and then back to the speaker.
"You need to hurry, there is a giant lizard attacking Connor. Please help all we have weapon wise is his sword." she said in a panic. She was going to say more, but Connor started to talk to her. She turned to him and looked around for something that she could use. Maybe something that would allow her to attack from a distance.
When he mentioned a pistol she looked in that direction. She had never used a gun before, but if it meant that she could stop the lizard she was more than willing to use it. She slowly moved over to the boiler making sure that the lizard was paying attention to Connor. She managed to get behind boiler and grabbed the pistol.
She got out from behind the boiler and held the pistol up. She had no idea if it was loaded, but if she did nothing she would end up the next target of this lizard. She hold the pistol and pressed the trigger.</s>
<|message|>Elin
DECK
He stopped for a moment when he heard a beast cry out about something being shut up and stopped, as well as something it for being Chris's sake whoever that was being fine and alive. He noticed her eyes seeming to glare at him as she said she was not sure if he understood her as she told the little Elin to pay attention. He looked at her as he sniffed a bit the tears still running down his face, she then pointed a finger at him as he was already sitting he jumped up before falling back hard against the door which happened to have closed again. He watched as she then pointed back at herself and that was when he felt really scared.
He misunderstood and thought that she claimed him as her slave, he remembered hearing stories about how the outsiders enslaved people to do the work of machines, like cleaning, feeding and protecting them. He did not even understand what those were completely either as he struggled and slowly crawled to her on all fours mostly out of instinct and partially out of fear that she would beat him if he did not obey. He then felt a bit less scared when he saw the normal looking girl Tam Tam as he pointed and spoke. "Tam...Tam...", he did not have a word in his language for her name but having heard it somewhere along the line he picked it up. He then pointed nervously at the other red haired beast girl and said, "Mosh" as he was not too familiar with using the 's' sound.
She also said something about gathering folks, which translated badly as fok which was untranslatable in his language sounded the same as folks to him, so he figured fokd meant there were a lot of foks which was actually folks, but he was not really able to make a better choice so he then learnt that fok meant people. Outsiders had a weird language, he tried using her language again to answer her when she asked if he got it and he answered her with.
"Shtay wif Mosh, gaffer foks ......", he was aboutto cry as he was struggling to say together for some reason and just said "uhn" which translated to together. It was confusing to outsiders where "uhn","en" and "ehn" can all mean the same thing depending on the frequency and pitch in which it is said.
He was beyond confused, but he was learning the language of Mosh and maybe one day he will also understand the confusing weird language of TamTam</s>
| <|message|>Innocent Sidwell.
Deck.
The fox was soon gone, a limp white mass in its jaws at which the woman yelled but turned herself from to see Sidwell. Voices had followed him, though now their source was focused in a horn-like device more than they were easily discerned from the floorboards. Another child, this one thin with ominous red hair, looked to be seeing to them, but he didn't listen. The woman was his greater concern, and the growing wind was interfering with his ears. She spoke like the man with the arm markings, a loose hybrid of Anglish and components he didn't know. "You'll find your fox in heaven if your heart is pure," he accorded to scripture, but beyond that he could only nod back as she gestured to the voices. Save them. I can only try to help them save themselves now.
The woman Tamtam (Tamara? Perhaps the other names were merely titular) was quickly off in the direction of the fox again, which- Perhaps unknown to her- Was being pursued in turn by the same gleaming mouse as had been resting in Innocent's waking room. A second time he failed to go after it, leaving himself with the voices, of which a louder, male aspect had taken over, talking back to the child. Sidwell could see the burgeoning maelstrom in the sky, early and distant flickers of lightning shattered and reflected in the roiling water, but as he was still stepping back to the strange girl, a much closer voice turned both of their heads.
The girl with the red head reacted first, and aggressively, spouting a curse much harsher than Sidwell was comfortable with, the name of the Christ. He said nothing, and stood by watching the sails unfold as the girl disciplined a frightened, dirty boy who had screamed. Innocent supposed it was of interest that the boy had bluish hair and ears like a cat, but it was hardly less strange than the red haired girl, or the tall stories he'd heard third-hand from sailors. People from all parts of the world ended up dead and under judgement, to no surprise. The sails weren't like those he'd been told about. They certainly weren't canvas sheets hung between mast and rigging, and they certainly weren't glass. No glass could ever be so pure and clear, let alone supple. They were air made solid. The rising wind made Sidwell hold on to his hat. "Fly away then, cloudship," he murmured as the feisty red girl finished her tirade and whirled back, clearly expecting to see Tamtam still around.
Sidwell answered as if he'd been the addressee, though parts of the red girl's speech hiccuped in his translation. He could recognise the spoken word engin, cleverness, but the voice in his head insisted it meant 'device'. Both descriptions fitted his waking room, the one with the books and the brass contraptions. "There is a room with devices up there." Sidwell gestured to the structure from which the toy mouse had run, observing that its roof had opened up somehow, but hesitated before starting back.
Save them too. That was the order he'd been left with, and it was a powerful command. He knew he'd just left that place. The voices were coming from underneath it. And now that the roof was open, it offered no shelter from whatever rain this storm could offer. "...But the people there aren't the ones we're looking for. They're below that. I think we should avoid this storm." It was against his grain to contradict himself, to make a suggestion other than the easiest route. But he'd been told to go save people, and he supposed Red Girl and Blue Cat Boy were part of that. The advice was good, though it wasn't meant for him- Stay with me. Gather folks together. Beckoning to the boy, who was in confusion or terror attempting to crush together more than one language, Innocent Sidwell turned his back on the waves and the storm and stepped towards the stairway where Tamtam had disappeared in her chase, gently resting his free hand on the trees as he walked.</s> |
<|description|>Innocent Sidwell.
Age: 44.
Appearance: Subtly waning. Innocent retains a head of dark hair, dark eyes and a good height for an adult, but his scalp is beginning to show through and a growing hunch in his back wears down his tallness while his eyes accumulate red mazes. Well veined, sundried skin tell of a long life outdoors. Half a beard populates his jaw. A dull tunic, dusty straw hat, and duller, dustier trousers provide his daily modesty, held together with a rope belt.
Occupation: Beekeeper in a dale just south of Flidais, a temperate, grassy city perched between foothills. Innocent gets by with few visits to Flidais, selling honey, beeswax, animal feed and carvings to whoever might pass his cabin on the way and buying necessities from travelling merchants and nearby farmsfolk. Innocent plays a simple flute, carved and tuned by his own design, but does so poorly.
Personality: Gentle enough to be called kind, but this trait is bred more from meek complacency than empathic feelings. Sidwell is a highly submissive individual, asking little from others and rarely questioning them or the services they require of him unless he feels personally threatened. Although he means only to live and let live, these traits may see him being labelled by some as a sycophant, and by most as a coward. Innocent is religious on his own terms. Terrified of death and hell, he believes that if he avoids human confrontation and keeps his world small and modest, he will avoid sin and be blessed by God, an attitude which has seen him safe thusfar.
History: Innocent Sidwell was born in Flidais and, the youngest son to a mother of eight, was sent to the hill monastery even sooner than most novices. Sidwell entered monasticism as a child already conditioned to avoid the fierce competition of his elder siblings and live in modesty. Although this kept him in the favour of the prior, Innocent's ways changed as he matured. While his earlier compliance was forced by the pressure of his environment, he was now in a community wherein passiveness was self-motivated, and repressed adventurousness began to emerge. The prior tolerated Sidwell's growing cheek for a time, granted that he performed his duties and did not leave the monastery. He was expelled when finally caught in an act of homosexual conduct with another novice. The prior was shocked and betrayed and threatened both Innocent and the other novice with public exposure as they were punished and cast away, but his old love for Sidwell kept him from making true this threat, unknown to Sidwell, who that day was cursed with a terrible fear of exposure, of sin, and of living any less than a pious, modest, and celibate existence.
Fleeing south on foot, Innocent found work as a farmhand for a time before he apprenticed under his predecessor beekeeper of the valley, and has made this his living for three decades.</s>
<|message|>Christopher Casablanca
Christopher was scared senseless by the discovery of the contents of the book in its entirety. With each turn of the page he would have a flashback of each of them. It was everything that was memorable whether it be good or bad they were all there. This was something that he couldn't leave lying around, even though it was pretty impossible for any other person to know they were pertaining to his life. He probably would have spent a lot more time consumed in the darkness that the book had brought rushing back to him if he hadn't noticed a steadily increasing pressure building up at his ankles and his knees. When he shook his head he noticed that the door was open and Sidwell was gone, he looked down at his lower limbs and noticed that there was now vines coiling around him like a snake going in for the kill. He didn't want to die now or in the near future and especially not by freaking vines! He took the book and started hitting the vines and using his other free hand to try and leverage and pry the vines off his legs. After what seemed like an eternity of struggling he managed to get away from the vines.
Given that he was already 'attacked' by the vines he figured that it wasn't really safe for him to be there any longer. He carried the book under his left arm since he was right handed. When he was getting back up off of his knees he heard the rhythmical pattern that he had made before a short while ago. It was quite a rhythm that he would hope anything besides a human could replicate. He decided to make the tap once more so give a little awareness that he was there. --Tap, tap, tap, a second pause, tap, tap, a second pause tap, tap -- He placed his face to the ground and spoke.
" Ummm hello, down there. I don't know how to find you because I haven't left this room yet but I think I have to leave this room since I don't believe that it is safe to be here any longer. I hope that I meet you soon, keep safe. Also before I leave my name is Christopher so that when we meet that you know it is me."
He could feel a change in the temperature in his left hand from where he had broke pretty much all the bones in his hand from when he had dropped one of his dressers that he was working on. This event was depicted in the book he had under his arm. As much as he would love to wait out whatever kind of change was coming, most likely rain given that it was currently mild outside. When he was about to walk out of the room he heard a rumble of thunder which meant that it probably wasn't a good idea to go outside since getting struck by lightning wasn't exactly on his list of things to do list.
"I changed my mind, I swear I heard a rumble of thunder and I can feel that a storm is on its way. I am going to stick it out."
He decided to close the door since he noticed that every little piece of vine that was in the light coming through the door was wiggling around like it was giving it energy to expand. A thought had come across his mind, since he was going to be stuck on this room he decided that he was going to explore what was at the top of the pillar. He carefully placed the book in the waist of his pants so that he could use both hands to climb the ladder that was on the side of the pillar giving access to its top.
When he got to the top the thing that immediately caught his eye was an amazingly crafted telescope, it was unlike any he had ever seen before. It looked like it was handcrafted from extremely rare Ahloki [ey-loh-kee]. It was completely old school since it had levers and cranks to adjust the way that it pointed. Christopher had decided to take a look through it since he was already pointing out of the open ceiling in the room. When he looked outside he was floored for the second time since he was in the room, he couldn't believe what was in the sky approaching the ship that they were on.</s>
<|message|>Connor O'Flaherty
Engine Room
"Sweet mother o' Jesus feckin' Christ!"
The last thing Connor had expected to come out of the pistol's muzzle was a tongue of flame that set the creature aflame. He was close enough to the creature to feel the intense heat, and was horrified to see that the creature was still very much alive. It's cry of pain was grating on Connor's ears, and he covered them with his hands in a desperate attempt to block out the noise. Fortunately, the creature did not take the chance to attack him, rather, it ran blindly forward and barreled right into Risa, pushing the two of them against a boiler. In the process, the flames still sticking onto the creature had ignited some of the cables and vines hanging around the room.
"This room's going to go up in fecking flames!" Connor yelled out, hoping whoever was listening in on the other side of the horn could hear him. He only had a split-second to decide between whether or not he should help Risa first or if he should attempt to put out the fires. He felt a slight twinge of shame as his mind lingered more on the former than the latter; while Connor did not want Risa to get hurt, he was not sure if he could in fact do anything to the creature. It had just been blinded by coal and set on fire, and it did not seem to be any worse for wear. In fact, it looked as if all they had managed to do was just piss it off even further.
"Oi! How 'bout you fight someone your own size, ya little shite!" Connor shouted out to the creature, deciding to help the girl. His fear of being left alone in the room was far greater than his fear of fighting the damn thing. He rushed over to the creature, taking care to avoid the burning vines. Those he could not, he simply gave them a rough tug to pull them free from whatever they had been hanging on to. As he neared the creature, he gulped his fear down and tightened his grip on the bayonet. Time to see if it was still as lethal as it should be.
He reached out with a hand and placed it on the creature's shoulders, and summoning whatever strength he had, pulled it off Risa. In the same motion, he plunged his bayonet through the creature's back. He just hoped that it would do at least some good, because if it did not, he was pretty sure that the creature would rip him to shreds before he could do anything else.</s>
| <|message|>Innocent Sidwell.
Deck. Mess.
At the bottom of the valley in which Innocent's cottage had rested lay a stream which went on to adjoin with the river running through his birthplace, and from it he had always washed and drawn water. Its stones were smooth, browned and muddy and many times through the years he had slipped on them. The familiar memory kept him calm as Sidwell stepped slowly over the spray-damp and uneven tangle of grounded vines looking for a tree to clamber up.
He slipped once as the ship rocked, losing control of his weight without actually falling. An overgrown cylindrical object provided a good strut to balance himself on his windmilling arms, though he couldn't tell what it was, or even what it was made of, for what bronze remained exposed was dark, uneven green with age. Sidwell stepped onto the stairs with gratitude that he had not fallen any further.
The mess had a sense of familiarity to it after his waking room, for here again the light was feeble and the growth was comparatively subdued, for the grate was partially blotted with growth and struggled to illuminate the wide-spun corners of the room. Reminded of his childhood, Sidwell could easily tell the function of the chamber, for though the monastery was more organised with its chests and barrels, the layout of the benches was clearly meant for community, for eating. Sidwell peered into the corners, but his eyes took time to adjust to the dim. If Tamtam was here, she had already gone out of his line of sight.
He took a glance back up the stairs, waiting for the children to come down to safety, wondering if he should go back up and see if they were struggling. He decided to give them a few seconds longer while he observed the room. Some voices waited for him as usual as Sidwell unlidded and peered into the closest barrel, inhaling. The scream and sudden, putrid air of burning oils startled him into tossing the wooden lid and clutching himself, staring around desperately. The voices. The voices of the damned were burning and their demons were screaming. Perhaps the room below him was Hell itself. ...Ubi vermis eorum non moritur et ignis non extinguitur. 'Where the worm does not die, and the fire is not quenched'.
-But I am not in Hell. And the barrel most certainly was not either. Wrapping his arms around the barrel, he threw his shoulder into work and tipped it, almost hurled it across the mess deck. It rolled little but spilled its contents far over the wooden floor, soaking and dripping into the cracks to the room below.
Sidwell stared into the floor with wet feet, struggling to understand what he had tried to do. The worm doesn't die, the fire isn't quenched. What could I do? Slowly his brain tugged the first switch to understanding that the places where souls went were finally corporeal, above abstraction. If he could save himself now, it would not be through abstinence. He looked for another barrel.</s> |
<|description|>Innocent Sidwell.
Age: 44.
Appearance: Subtly waning. Innocent retains a head of dark hair, dark eyes and a good height for an adult, but his scalp is beginning to show through and a growing hunch in his back wears down his tallness while his eyes accumulate red mazes. Well veined, sundried skin tell of a long life outdoors. Half a beard populates his jaw. A dull tunic, dusty straw hat, and duller, dustier trousers provide his daily modesty, held together with a rope belt.
Occupation: Beekeeper in a dale just south of Flidais, a temperate, grassy city perched between foothills. Innocent gets by with few visits to Flidais, selling honey, beeswax, animal feed and carvings to whoever might pass his cabin on the way and buying necessities from travelling merchants and nearby farmsfolk. Innocent plays a simple flute, carved and tuned by his own design, but does so poorly.
Personality: Gentle enough to be called kind, but this trait is bred more from meek complacency than empathic feelings. Sidwell is a highly submissive individual, asking little from others and rarely questioning them or the services they require of him unless he feels personally threatened. Although he means only to live and let live, these traits may see him being labelled by some as a sycophant, and by most as a coward. Innocent is religious on his own terms. Terrified of death and hell, he believes that if he avoids human confrontation and keeps his world small and modest, he will avoid sin and be blessed by God, an attitude which has seen him safe thusfar.
History: Innocent Sidwell was born in Flidais and, the youngest son to a mother of eight, was sent to the hill monastery even sooner than most novices. Sidwell entered monasticism as a child already conditioned to avoid the fierce competition of his elder siblings and live in modesty. Although this kept him in the favour of the prior, Innocent's ways changed as he matured. While his earlier compliance was forced by the pressure of his environment, he was now in a community wherein passiveness was self-motivated, and repressed adventurousness began to emerge. The prior tolerated Sidwell's growing cheek for a time, granted that he performed his duties and did not leave the monastery. He was expelled when finally caught in an act of homosexual conduct with another novice. The prior was shocked and betrayed and threatened both Innocent and the other novice with public exposure as they were punished and cast away, but his old love for Sidwell kept him from making true this threat, unknown to Sidwell, who that day was cursed with a terrible fear of exposure, of sin, and of living any less than a pious, modest, and celibate existence.
Fleeing south on foot, Innocent found work as a farmhand for a time before he apprenticed under his predecessor beekeeper of the valley, and has made this his living for three decades.</s>
<|message|>Christopher Casablanca
It looked like little silver wings, probably hundreds of them approaching like they were on a mission. It was tough to tell what they were until he twisted a dial and had the telescope magnify closer on the winged beast. When he zoomed in they were quite little silver birds the most eerie feature about them was there solid red eyes, similar to that of an albino. They looked like they were traveling with the menacing cloud, almost like they were a team if that was even possible.
Christopher was looking so close at the birds that be almost missed something that was even more menacing than the silver birds. There was an extremely.huge shadow silhouette that was looming over the thunderstorm and the red-eyed silver birds. When he seen this he stumbled a bit losing grip of his dark book that was now falling the length of the pillar.
The book made contact which was no surprise to Christopher since the book had fallen but it wasn't until the book made contact a second time before he realized that something was a stray. Upon looking over the side of the pillar Christopher had noticed that his book had made contact with the person standing on the floor ... Wait person. He must have entered while he was staring into the telescope but how had he entered, it wouldn't have been the door since the vines hadn't acted up. That was when he noticed that there was a trap door that was opened, how had he not noticed that door. It must have been underneath of the table that he hasn't examined since he was so busy raging against the bookcase.
"Hello down there, I'm sorry about the book I didn't realize that anyone was down there. Were you the one that returned my knock? I don't really have any clue what is happening here. Do you? What's the craziest thing you have ever seen? I bet it will change if you look through this telescope. I'm sorry I talk a lot when I'm nervous aaaaaand right about now is one of those times. Oh by the way my name is Christopher. One more thing can you throw that book back up here ... Please "
He was so nervous after seeing the ominous cloud, red-eyed silver birds and giant shadow that he had no vocal filter at the moment and everything that came to his mind went right out his mouth.</s>
<|message|>Moss
DECK
Moss flinched at the screech, the nightmarish sound that shattered the air and made her grip the hammer tight. Everyone had scattered, the storm was beginning to shout its hateful intentions, and Moss was beginning to get the feeling that they were not the first ones to sail on the wretched ship.
"We should do whatever the fok it takes to make sure we never see what made that bloody sound," she said quietly. It wasn't as if anyone would have heard her over the roar of the world anyway, had she spoken normally.
They needed to be moving, they needed to be getting the people in the Engine room out and away from whatever it was that was down there. She looked around, spying anyone and everyone she could and waving her arms in the air.
"C'mon!" she shouted, forcing her voice through the dense sounds of the storm. "Over here, gather 'round c'mon!"</s>
<|message|>Connor O'Flaherty
Engine Room
Connor, still caught up in the heat of the moment, did not even notice the creature's disappearance until he felt the sudden lack of anything under his hand. His bayonet, which had been buried hilt-deep in the creature just a moment ago, was now just held in front of him, the blade devoid of any blood and the only sign that it had been used in combat being the scratches marring the blade's surface. Once his mind caught up with the situation, Connor staggered back, dropping his weapon. The room still looked the same, but there was no creature, not even the corpse Connor had been expecting to see.
Looking around him, Connor felt his breath catch in his throat and his head spin. The Oriental, Suichiro, looked dead - Connor did not even need to check, he had seen the same vacant look and lifeless eyes before, when he had the misfortune of having to pull the bloated bodies of drowned sailors from the beaches. The other girl, Samira was hidden behind a boiler, with only her leg visible. Connor did not fancy the chances of her being still alive, but he maintained hope.
Above all, however, only one thought went through his mind. Had there really been a creature? There was nothing to tell him that the thing he had just fought ever existed. Could it be that it had all just been a figment of his imagination and that in fact he had just slaughtered those who were trapped in the room with him in a fit of panic? The thought of it was just too much for him to bear and, for the first time in a very, very long time, he doubled over and vomited.
Fucking shite, He thought miserably to himself as he stood back up and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve. Taking in a deep breath, he took a few uncertain steps towards the still form of Risa. There was only one way to find out if he had indeed killed all these people, and that was to see if the girl was dead with a stab wound through the abdomen. Connor felt his heart race as he dreaded what he was to find, but he steeled himself and pushed on. Much to his relief, as little as it was, the girl was not dead, but unconscious, and her wounds were not at all consistent with the killing blow he had dealt to the creature.
"Come on," Connor muttered as he pulled the girl away from the boiler. He was no physician, but he could tell that she was just barely alive. She was going to need help quick, and Connor was not at all a person who could provide it.
He walked over to the horn and spoke into it again, this time his voice tired and weary. "Engine room again," He began and took in a deep breath to conceal his fear. "Whatever was hammering us is gone, but we have one dead, one possibly dead and another going to be dead if we don't get help soon."</s>
| <|message|>Innocent Sidwell.
Mess.
Another barrel, a continuing sense of involved urgency, and as Sidwell soon discovered, a considerably flimsy one. The second lid opened with difficulty, unwilling to bare its contents to the world, but he did not relent. The shapes confused him before they settled into the timeless familiarity of a human skull. The man stood still in the rising smell of ancient flesh, softer than cider and subtler than smoke, and more powerfully disorientating than either. He replaced the lid, perhaps out of courtesy.
Oh, but, wait. You're only dead, like the rest of us. Feeling apologetic and rather detached, Sidwell removed the lid again, childlike, and set it aside. It was a kind but pointless gesture. This corpse, unlike himself, did not seem to be feeling very energetic, and clearly hadn't been for quite some time. He raised a hand to see if he could borrow the fellow soul's knife, clearly recalling the overgrown bookshelf and bound stacks of metal balls in his current room, but decided against it. It seemed unlikely that the skeleton would talk back if he asked, and he couldn't possibly take something without permission. This is foolish!
Tuning himself back to his surroundings revealed that the room below was no longer crackling with fire, or not crackling loudly enough to be heard. His eyes were focusing better in the dark. Tracing the outline of the stain of cider on the floor revealed a fox, likely the very same one, backing itself away from a figure he hadn't seen. Tamtam was here, and her stance and voice still read distress. In a perversely refreshing turn of events, however, she knew something, had scratched out valuable information from such a tangled world. Keys on a door, in a mapped-out room. Likely in a room where Tamtam had been before, reachable from the deck above. Keys, of course, which would lead somewhere, beyond the doors at the far end of the mess, and- in an escalating series of assumptions- from there into the burnt room below. It was an oddly phrased instruction, but Innocent was glad to seize upon it.
"I can try to get them. If the room they're in is charted out, it mustn't be too hard to find." And the children are still above deck in the storm. They had gone out of his mind between the fire and the corpse. It would be easy to continue forgetting them, but a new breed of self-doubt was unkindly informing Sidwell that doing so would be unwise. The closer he walked back to the stairs, the more convinced he was that someone was yelling on the deck (The red-hair girl, it must be), and for the first time in months he bent into a shambling run.
He only paused briefly, when the floor-voice started again. Only one, muffled but audible now that the fiery chaos had died down. "...Is gone, but we have one dead ... Dead and another going ... Don't get help..."
Don't get..? Curse these ears. "We are coming," he answered loudly, unsure if the voice needed help or not but determined to find its owner either way. Thunder echoed through the stairs as he went back upwards, steeling himself for the uneven deck, the swaying ship. The sky was darkening.
Holding himself against the wind, it took him several seconds to find the red- and blue-haired children who stood dwarved by the trees even with their arms up. Sidwell waved in response, beckoning widely with his arm. "Come down here! It is better." He was hesitant to leave in search of the mapped room before they had made their way below deck, but he turned his eye back to the observatory. There is a room under the room with the books- I know that- I can search that. Come, children, hurry!</s> |
<|description|>Samira Najani
Age: 20
Appearance:
Samira is of Iranian descent and has inherited some of their features. Dark hair and olive skin; almond-shaped hazel eyes; thick, striking eyebrows. Her small frame is thin with subtle curves. While she loves and appreciates fashionable clothes, she doesn't have the money to invest in them. As such, Samira is typically dressed in her university sweats. When she fell asleep that one night in 2004, Samira was wearing a TSU sweater, pajama pants and wool socks...
Occupation: Samira is a waitress at an upscale, American-style steakhouse restaurant.
History: Samira was born in Chicago, Illinois, in 1984, the daughter of first-generation immigrants from Iran. In 1996 her family moved to Nashville, Tennessee, where she lived out her high school days like most kids: listening to grunge music and bubble gum-pop, watching Seinfeld and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Toaster Strudels.
After graduating high school in 2002, Samira enrolled into a local university, though she has yet to declare a major. To help pay for school expenses, she applied for a job as a waitress working in a local upscale restaurant called B. Elliot's and has been working there for two years.
One night in 2004, after a long, exhausting Friday night shift, Samira collapsed on her bed and drifted off to sleep...
Personality: Having struggled all her life with identity, Samira is just beginning to articulate the conflicts within herself; being an United States citizen with former Iranian parents; having spent the first half of her life in a big city surrounded by ethnic diversity and being "normal," then coming to Nashville where she was suddenly in an extreme minority and becoming "exotic." Because she hasn't quite settled into who she is exactly, she often questions her feelings and actions.
Samira is a goofball and gravitates to those who can reciprocate her silliness. She's young and naive and ignorant like most twenty year olds, but she has a mind with an intellectual bent, and responds well to people who demonstrate perspective and intelligence. She has a fear of being abandoned, a fear that often displays itself through preemptively pushing people away. Samira is also quite stubborn, and usually won't back down from a argument even when she really should.
She's not entirely sure what she wants out of life yet, but she is determined to find it.</s>
<|message|>Chris Addams
Map Room
Too many questions had been going on in Chris' head to notice Elin's odd appearance. But after Moss exclaimed he stopped and took a close look. There wasn't much time to make it out clearly before the boy jumped up and began to frantically run around. After having fallen a few times there was finally the opportunity to get a good look at him.
At first the young man just stared. There was no way what he was seeing was real. But the ears and tail moved quite naturally which said otherwise. "Okay, I either I'm dreaming or I'm going crazy. Do you see this too? Does he actually have cat ears and a tail?" His head was starting to hurt. Things were starting to look like some bizarre anime or the like. Just for safe measure he double checked nothing had happened to him by running a hand through his hair. Ridiculous? Perhaps, but nothing was out of the ordinary there so that was good he supposed.
Turning back to the red head he grinned slightly. "Well it doesn't sound like he knows what's going on either. It might be safe to assume we're all in this boat together" A bad pun, but it was his style of humor.</s>
<|message|>Moss
When the boy jumped and ran -or rather tried to run- Moss only stood even more on-end. He glared daggers at her, holding onto his tail like it was a lifeline. She gripped the hammer with both hands and glared back. The little demon thing might've looked like child but Moss had heard enough folktales to know that appearances weren't everything. Deception was key, and if this kid was lying behind some disguise she wasn't gonna fall for it.
And yet the other guy was coming to his defense?
"Are you serious it-" she recoiled when Elin spoke, brow furrowing. She'd run with plenty of gypsies before, folks from all over, and not a one spoke like that. "Look it's fok'n speakin in tongues, it's got a tail comin' out its arse for Christ's sake!"</s>
<|message|>Elin
MAP ROOM
He lost focus as the strange guy with the strange glass in front of his eyes spoke and said he was dreaming or going crazy. The dreaming part he understood, however he was not fully brought up with an understanding of what exactly crazy was. The translator seemed to lack a dictionary of sorts to help further the translation for him. The guy made it sound likes his ears and tail were something strange, he wondered if this weird guy grew up inside one of those caves he once read about in history, a hole where people who have nothing live. While he looked slightly at the moving hand through hair movement which also seemed strange before returning his gaze to the red beast. He then mentioned an ancient word known as boat, he had no idea what exactly a boat was other than it used to be used to travel over water and was stupid. He could not remember the rest since he hated history, he also did not get what was going on even more.
The Red Beast held on to her hammer tightly as if about to attack And yet the beast spoke strange, when she listened to his voice and speech he did not understand what she meant by him speaking in tongues and then thought maybe she was not used to speaking with normal people since she was a beast using her stupid long speech primitive language. He then got confused and replied with "en... hn... hne..." which more or less sounded nearly exactly the same as the "eh hn" he said earlier. However it translated into something completely different as he was saying "my tail does not come out of there, stupid red beast" the way he had said the "hne" was in a way that meant stupid and somewhere in the way he spoke the frequency meant red and the way he made it short refered to her being a primitive beast. His language was simple in sound but advanced in a sense that it also relied on frequencies with their even being some words only understood with his own ears. Without the translation there would be nearly no way for these people to communicate.
He was a bit less scared then he was earlier as his tail which he let go of was slowly lowering itself to his side as he stood up a bit, he was short and as he realised he was the smallest one here he knew he had to be careful. He then mumbled softly "hn" which if heard by anyone would translate to "help"</s>
<|message|>Risa Robinson
Engine Room
It did not cross Risa's mind that this person would not understand English. She had just assumed that the people around her would be able to understand her. Everyone were she was from spoke English. While she had in the past thought about learning other languages she had not gone through with it. So when she heard their responses she thought about it. All of them had gone to bed and woke up here. She did not know why they were brought here, but she was getting a really bad feeling about this.
She looked at the two males she was talking with. The one talking to the horn looked normal enough, but the other one was wearing a military uniform. The news often showed military uniforms and none of them looked like that. Maybe he was some from small country that did not get on the news often. That would mean that they were taken from different locations and brought here in one night, unless she had been drugged, then she could have been out for much longer then a single night. This was not good. Maybe calling out for help was a very bad idea.
It was too late to voice any objections to calling out. If there was someone on the other side waiting for them to wake up. At least she would hear them coming since the door had to be unlocked first. So while they waited she was only had two things that they can do. Explore this place or wait and talk with these two. Since the other remaining members were still asleep she thought it would be better to wait a little longer before going to see if there was something that they could do to get out of this place.
It looked like the Asian male was named Suichiro and he also was a gardener. The strange uniform mas was named Connor. At least she knew what to call them now. "I'm a professional writer. Before coming here I was working on my newest novel. This is not going to be good. My agent was supposed to call me this morning."</s>
<|message|>Connor O'Flaherty
"I was a soldier," Connor said lamely. It was probably painfully evident from his red-and-black uniform that he was from the British Army, but then again, he was not so sure. The other two people - the gardener whose name Connor was not even going to try to pronounce and the writer - wore clothes that were completely unknown to him. Just by the presence of Suichiro, Connor was quite certain that they were all from different parts of the world. That was certainly going to make things difficult; it appeared that Suichiro could speak English, but Connor was not going to count on everyone knowing the language.
"Militia, to be specific. I'm actually an artist. Strictly amateur, but it makes enough money for me to get by." Connor corrected himself. "My regiment went on exercise the day before and I fell asleep as soon as I got home. Pity, I heard that the scenery would have been especially astounding today."
He turned to the writer. "A professional writer? You must be quite well-off, then. You certainly look a lot better than any of the others that I know of, though the Shetlands aren't exactly conducive for anyone hoping to be well-known. Have you written anything that I might have read?"</s>
| <|message|>Samira Najani
ENGINE ROOM - Samira
God, is it morning already?, Samira thought as she peeled open her raw, groggy eyes. She expected to see the idle title screen of the Romeo + Juliet DVD she had fallen asleep to last night. Instead, she found herself nowhere she knew.
Her clouded senses came alive with panic. She was at once aware that instead of lying on a soft, living room couch, she was instead sprawled upon on a hard, coarse floor. Instead of being wrapped cozily in her comforter, her legs were bare and chilled. Samira remained motionless and terrified. Where was she? Nothing was familiar. But more than unfamiliar. This strange old other-worldly place, it was terrifyingly alien. Dilapidated, industrial, overgrown... Her imagination began to spiral out of control as every horror movie she had ever seen began to spool out of her mind like a reel of terror.
Samira dared to look around her, and her heart nearly stopped when she realized she was not alone. Not far away stood three people. Two men. A woman. They were talking in calm voices with each other. She couldn't grasp what it was they were saying. Are they the ones who kidnapped me? her mind screamed.
Holding her breath, Samira quietly crept backwards, away from the mysterious threesome towards the far end of the room. The three strangers seemed unaware or unconcerned of her movements, but Samira's heart raced with the possibility that any moment they might turn around. After an excruciating minute of crawling slowly backwards, keeping her eyes locked on the strangers, Samira finally had her back against the wall beside an old, picked-over toolbox. Her thin hands darted over the pile of strewn tools and carefully removed a heavy, wrench-like tool, pulling her sweater sleeve over her hand first to keep the oil from causing it to slip from her grasp.
Heart pumping, she scanned the walls in either direction, looking for a way out. Having a weapon did not make her feel any safer.</s> |
<|description|>Kayleigh Ventris
Age: 4 years younger than her companion.
Type: Gambler. Trickster. Pickpocketer.
Equipment:
-open fingered gloves
-belt with a dagger and pouch hung on it
-Her awesome fists
-handy dandy multi-purpose satchel, containing: Tiny smoke bombs, a roll of lock picks, dried meat, cooking spices, a flask of ginger ale, a smoking pipe along with some mysterious herbs wrapped in brown paper, a map.</s>
<|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
Kayleigh was getting bored. For the whole evening, she had been gambling with a group of male strangers - seduced into inviting her into their games by her charm and extravagant act of feministic qualities. She didn't even know their names, and never bothered to ask. And for the entire evening, Kayleigh had been losing more often that she had won. But no matter!
"What yours is mine, right?" She remarked casually to her temporary companions, seemingly out of the blue. Kayleigh batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly. Eventually, she added in her mind.
"Anything you say babe," they answered unanimously, dazzled by her flirtatious acts and beauty. They had failed to consider the malicious intent behind those casual words, and promptly resumed the game.
Time was ticking. A quick glance to the darkest corner of the tavern acquainted her sight with Jackson, her stealthy companion. She gave him a wink.
Then, the door to the tavern was unceremoniously thrust open.
"I DEMAND THE SURRENDER OF ALL OF YOUR FINEST ALE," a voice boomed across, reaching far into the depths of the tavern. Before silence could descend upon the place, there was a clatter of both light and heavy footsteps and a dozen or more men emerged from the gloom of the night outside to join their master. Kayleigh had caught sight of the almost imperceptible shift in posture of her fellow partner-in-crime, and confirmed the identity of the coarse, unpolished newcomer.
"The rest of you," the man snarled, meeting each fearful gaze with a cold, bloody stare. "Get out."
The desired effect was instantaneous. People scrambled to their feet and shot straight for the double doors of the tavern. When the pandemonium subsided, only Kayleigh and Jackson were left. Both stared nonchalantly at the man and his lackeys, while Kayleigh repeatedly tossed a bag of coins up into the air. Her other hand slipped four more into her satchel.</s>
<|message|>Jackson Greenmoss
Jackson kept leaning back, taking another sip from his drink, as the men began spreading out and leering at his companion. The closest one was still a table or two away from her when he decided to speak up, hidden in the shadow to the casual glance.
"I'd best advise you be stoppin' right there, mate. Wouldn't want to lose a finger, see, and then your arm, and then your head. She's a feisty one, and she'll probably kill you all in about three times the time it would take me to do so... so let's go with about, oh, fifteen seconds?"
The captain turned towards him, opening his foul, rotten mouth to begin speaking, before being interrupted.
"What was that, cap'n crunch? Didn't hear what you said there."
He got angry, and was about the shout when he interrupted again.
"What?"
A smirk followed.
"What was that you said?"
Jackson was enjoying yourself.
"GET-"
"What was that you was sayin'?"
He just looked about fit to burst.
"Alright cap'n crunch, sit right on down and have a drink on me."
This time, he made no move to stop him as the pirate screamed, "I'LL NOT BE HAVING ANY MORE OF THIS! GET 'EM!"
The first man to rush towards him collapsed soundlessly, the beginning of his warcry dying as fast as his heart, a knife protruding from his chest. And yet, Jackson had barely moved his arm, though he now set his mug down, and stood up. The other pirates all stopped, barely even starting, and Jackson smiled warmly at each one of them, scaring the shit out of them with just his eyes.
"I like to think myself a doctor for hire. I take out the rot in the society, see. Now you all rot, or you all civilized men who deal like 'em?"</s>
<|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
"You show em!" Kayleigh gave a loud whoop, all her pretended dainty, feministic mannerisms vanishing in that mere instant. She stood up and stomped her way towards the Captain, who towered over her. His men, upon seeing her advancements moved in to intercept the woman, but a malicious, threatening glare from the friendly assassin halted them in their tracks.
Kayleigh stared him down (or up), looking at him squarely in the eye. "Whatcha gonna say to surrendering all your treasure before Mr. Badass here-" she motioned gruffly towards Jackson "-detaches your head from the rest of you?"
"It's not like you're gonna bring all that cash to meet your great-granny anyways," she added, finding it a perfectly logical statement, so she was genuinely confused when the Captain rejected her request by bellowing in her face.
"KILL THEM!" He screamed, his voice bordering between shrieking cats procreating and the worst opera singer in the universe.
"Okay, whatever," she grumbled. "SMOKE BOMBS AWAY!" Kayleigh yelled gleefully.
With a deft movement of her hand, there was a faint thud as multiple rounded objects hit the floor, before throwing out puffs of smoke that expanded and billowed. Visibility was now close to zero.
Out of the chaos, a sharp whistle could be heard, the signal for the assassin to strike.</s>
<|message|>Jackson Greenmoss
He stood up wearily, as if he really didn't want to but he had to, and called out, "All right everyone, kill me and she'll scram." He stood still as the half dozen men came charging through the smoke, roaring in rage and confusion. One of them accidentally ran his friend through; another crashed into him, knocking them to the floor.
Two more were nearly on him before Jackson moved, and when he moves, he moves. Both his hands were filled with his axes in a heartbeat, and he was spinning out of the way, the axe heads biting through the first man's side as he used him as a wall. By the time he had fully put him between his friend, his side was cut up and his arm was a bloody mess. He collapsed, and his bud took his place- a single swing took his throat, and he fell to the ground on top his fellow.
The assassin dealt with the others in a similar fashion, leaving the captain alive and unharmed, standing in the smoke cloud, roaring with anger and hate. He taunted him, all the while.
"Where's your henchmen, mate?"
"Did your guards decide to take a nap?"
"Are you playin' hide'n'seek or somethin'? Why wasn't I invited?"</s>
<|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
"Ow!" Kayleigh complained as one of the bumbling buffoons stumbled into his crewmate, then into her, before rushing forward in the direction of her companion. And while Seth was busy ridding themselves of the garbage swamping the tavern, Kayleigh simply stood with a hand on her hip. For the most part, smoke bombs were good and all, but she couldn't see. Jackson on the other hand, could rely on his exceptional sight and hearing to kick ass.
Before the smoke had even begun to dissipate, the Captain quickly caught on to the current state of affairs. The gradual, descending silence that marked the air along with the dying cries of his crew were an obvious indicator of what was happening while he stood, rooted to the spot in the midst of the smoke-engulfed tavern. Subsequently, with a fearful cry, he attempted to make a rush for the exit, boots stomping heavily on the wooden boards. I'M HERE, COME GET ME, they practically yelled.
What an idiot, Kayleigh sighed. Following her ears, she pursued him.
When she emerged out into the open and cool night sky, Kayleigh was greeted with a crowd of men who had, she suspected, surrounded the entrance of the tavern long ago, having anticipated the events following the entry of the Captain of the ship. Except… it seemed that there were now two Captains.
Confused, Kayleigh rubbed her eyes, and blinked once. She blinked twice.
Her next thought was: Balls.
"I suppose good ol' Benedict deserves a reward for spilling the beans about you two brats," the real captain laughed. Beside him, the man whom they had originally thought was the captain of the ship removed his disguise, revealing a simple person underneath who hosted one too many features akin to the individual he had just attempted to impersonate.
"Fire," he smiled gleefully.
A net was thrown over her, sprung from the nozzle of an elongated hand-held mechanism, and in a split second she was unceremoniously and roughly dragged into the herd.</s>
<|message|>Jackson Greenmoss
Hell, they were so stupid. He would've called after the girl if he thought she would listen so instead he made to follow her. Had he not been making sure the mens' throats were slit, he'd have been caught in the same trap as his companion. As it was, his blood boiled under the thought of them taking his companion- like hell they were going to take his punching bag.
He was standing in the doorway, more or less, but they didn't notice. He had a feature that let gazes slide over him if they weren't particularly looking, combined with his clothes and the already dim tavern, plus their attention focused elsewhere, he might as well have been invisible.
It was the same invisible demon that strode out of the doors, not really bothering to hide his approach, as the herd of a dozen or so turned towards him, already prepping another net-bow thing.
Except this time, when the man opened his mouth to say "Fire!" a knife persuaded him otherwise. A knife that had gone straight through his open mouth and lodged in the back of his throat. All the others started in shock, and the launcher man fired anyways, panicking. He was the next dead, and his net sailed over empty air as the assassin dropped to the ground and rolled to the side. He was met by three men, rushing over to take advantage of him being down- except it wasn't a weakness for him.
A three-second-long whirlwind later, all three men were down with their legs torn to bits, and both of Jackson's axes held in both hands, a murderous glint in his eyes.
And the pirates, foolish as they were, thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, despite facing a man who had faced armed, armored guards and had the advantage of night over him. He disappeared into the shadows, leaving the men to rush forward to try to catch him anyways, and swing back around to quietly cut open his companions net and give her a rare smile, if a little bloodthirsty.</s>
<|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
A series of incomprehensible grumbles and mutters escaped Kayleigh's throat.
"I had it all under control," she lied through her teeth, as Jackson nimbly severed the bounds which had only a few seconds ago strictly confined her movements. Naturally, she was butt hurt that her capable self had to be ashamedly rescued. Oh, the embarrassment.
It took a while for the pirates to realize that their temporary captive had escaped, but when they finally did, Kayleigh and Jackson already had their feet planted firmly behind their Captain. Glinting eerily in the moonlight, the woman's dagger rested snugly on the grooves of his rugged throat.
In one smooth, merciless motion of her hand, the poor brute's throat was slit open.
"Do I get three-thirds of the bounty this time?" She prodded the assassin. "I think it's only fair," she pouted, giving her companion a hopeful glance.</s>
<|message|>Jackson Greenmoss
Jackson smirked in response, saying, "You get one thirds of the bounty for getting captured- even though that's the same amount you always get paid. Besides, I know you're going to take all these guys' coinpurses when I'm done with them."
This was met with a grumbling among the remaining mercenaries and pirates, and they decided, once again, to attack. Fortunately, they were standing some distance away, at this point, and Jackson had enough remaining throwables to throw.
Half of them were dead by the time they reached him, four knives sticking out of their heads or chests, piercing measly, cheap leather armor. The rest turned and ran instead of facing the deadly man. How the hell could he fight so well, they would think.
Unfortunately for them, or for anyone, Kayleigh included, no one knew where Jackson learned how to fight- only he did, and he had yet to reveal.</s>
| <|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
An instant after the remnants of the Captain's crew had fled off, Kayleigh immediately set to looting their belongings, her fingers rummaging about their pockets, satchels, searching their clothes in an expert and thorough routine. Any passerby who happened to glance at the woman would have spotted her gleeful expression from a mile away.
Kayleigh loved her job, to say the least.
"You'd think these pirates would have more valuables on hand after pillaging from a hundred others," Kayleigh complained aloud. Grasping her hands around a considerably weighty pouch and yanking it out of the dead captain's belt, she tossed it in Jackson's direction. Then, her fingers felt the contours of a dry, wrinkled piece of paper. That, she removed from the deceased as well, and with a curious gaze, scrutinized it.
It was a note.
Greetings, Captain.
I'm writing this on behalf of no one other than yourself. Expect to meet a pair of mercenaries in your travels soon, both of whom will be after the bounty on your head. I have been tipped about their whereabouts. They will be at Galberd's Gallow, noon through dusk. Take care.
- Benedict
"Who's Benedict?" Kayleigh narrowed her eyes. How on earth had he anticipated their movements? "Well, whatever," she rolled her eyes. It mattered not, considering how they had the situation under control despite having their location being tipped by some unknown informant.
"So-," she begin, "-shall we get to collecting the bounty? I'm sure Balthazar is expecting us." Mentally, Kayleigh calculated the approximate time needed for them to travel to Vargoth City. Two days, perhaps?</s> |
<|description|>Kayleigh Ventris
Age: 4 years younger than her companion.
Type: Gambler. Trickster. Pickpocketer.
Equipment:
-open fingered gloves
-belt with a dagger and pouch hung on it
-Her awesome fists
-handy dandy multi-purpose satchel, containing: Tiny smoke bombs, a roll of lock picks, dried meat, cooking spices, a flask of ginger ale, a smoking pipe along with some mysterious herbs wrapped in brown paper, a map.</s>
<|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
"You show em!" Kayleigh gave a loud whoop, all her pretended dainty, feministic mannerisms vanishing in that mere instant. She stood up and stomped her way towards the Captain, who towered over her. His men, upon seeing her advancements moved in to intercept the woman, but a malicious, threatening glare from the friendly assassin halted them in their tracks.
Kayleigh stared him down (or up), looking at him squarely in the eye. "Whatcha gonna say to surrendering all your treasure before Mr. Badass here-" she motioned gruffly towards Jackson "-detaches your head from the rest of you?"
"It's not like you're gonna bring all that cash to meet your great-granny anyways," she added, finding it a perfectly logical statement, so she was genuinely confused when the Captain rejected her request by bellowing in her face.
"KILL THEM!" He screamed, his voice bordering between shrieking cats procreating and the worst opera singer in the universe.
"Okay, whatever," she grumbled. "SMOKE BOMBS AWAY!" Kayleigh yelled gleefully.
With a deft movement of her hand, there was a faint thud as multiple rounded objects hit the floor, before throwing out puffs of smoke that expanded and billowed. Visibility was now close to zero.
Out of the chaos, a sharp whistle could be heard, the signal for the assassin to strike.</s>
<|message|>Jackson Greenmoss
He stood up wearily, as if he really didn't want to but he had to, and called out, "All right everyone, kill me and she'll scram." He stood still as the half dozen men came charging through the smoke, roaring in rage and confusion. One of them accidentally ran his friend through; another crashed into him, knocking them to the floor.
Two more were nearly on him before Jackson moved, and when he moves, he moves. Both his hands were filled with his axes in a heartbeat, and he was spinning out of the way, the axe heads biting through the first man's side as he used him as a wall. By the time he had fully put him between his friend, his side was cut up and his arm was a bloody mess. He collapsed, and his bud took his place- a single swing took his throat, and he fell to the ground on top his fellow.
The assassin dealt with the others in a similar fashion, leaving the captain alive and unharmed, standing in the smoke cloud, roaring with anger and hate. He taunted him, all the while.
"Where's your henchmen, mate?"
"Did your guards decide to take a nap?"
"Are you playin' hide'n'seek or somethin'? Why wasn't I invited?"</s>
<|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
"Ow!" Kayleigh complained as one of the bumbling buffoons stumbled into his crewmate, then into her, before rushing forward in the direction of her companion. And while Seth was busy ridding themselves of the garbage swamping the tavern, Kayleigh simply stood with a hand on her hip. For the most part, smoke bombs were good and all, but she couldn't see. Jackson on the other hand, could rely on his exceptional sight and hearing to kick ass.
Before the smoke had even begun to dissipate, the Captain quickly caught on to the current state of affairs. The gradual, descending silence that marked the air along with the dying cries of his crew were an obvious indicator of what was happening while he stood, rooted to the spot in the midst of the smoke-engulfed tavern. Subsequently, with a fearful cry, he attempted to make a rush for the exit, boots stomping heavily on the wooden boards. I'M HERE, COME GET ME, they practically yelled.
What an idiot, Kayleigh sighed. Following her ears, she pursued him.
When she emerged out into the open and cool night sky, Kayleigh was greeted with a crowd of men who had, she suspected, surrounded the entrance of the tavern long ago, having anticipated the events following the entry of the Captain of the ship. Except… it seemed that there were now two Captains.
Confused, Kayleigh rubbed her eyes, and blinked once. She blinked twice.
Her next thought was: Balls.
"I suppose good ol' Benedict deserves a reward for spilling the beans about you two brats," the real captain laughed. Beside him, the man whom they had originally thought was the captain of the ship removed his disguise, revealing a simple person underneath who hosted one too many features akin to the individual he had just attempted to impersonate.
"Fire," he smiled gleefully.
A net was thrown over her, sprung from the nozzle of an elongated hand-held mechanism, and in a split second she was unceremoniously and roughly dragged into the herd.</s>
<|message|>Jackson Greenmoss
Hell, they were so stupid. He would've called after the girl if he thought she would listen so instead he made to follow her. Had he not been making sure the mens' throats were slit, he'd have been caught in the same trap as his companion. As it was, his blood boiled under the thought of them taking his companion- like hell they were going to take his punching bag.
He was standing in the doorway, more or less, but they didn't notice. He had a feature that let gazes slide over him if they weren't particularly looking, combined with his clothes and the already dim tavern, plus their attention focused elsewhere, he might as well have been invisible.
It was the same invisible demon that strode out of the doors, not really bothering to hide his approach, as the herd of a dozen or so turned towards him, already prepping another net-bow thing.
Except this time, when the man opened his mouth to say "Fire!" a knife persuaded him otherwise. A knife that had gone straight through his open mouth and lodged in the back of his throat. All the others started in shock, and the launcher man fired anyways, panicking. He was the next dead, and his net sailed over empty air as the assassin dropped to the ground and rolled to the side. He was met by three men, rushing over to take advantage of him being down- except it wasn't a weakness for him.
A three-second-long whirlwind later, all three men were down with their legs torn to bits, and both of Jackson's axes held in both hands, a murderous glint in his eyes.
And the pirates, foolish as they were, thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, despite facing a man who had faced armed, armored guards and had the advantage of night over him. He disappeared into the shadows, leaving the men to rush forward to try to catch him anyways, and swing back around to quietly cut open his companions net and give her a rare smile, if a little bloodthirsty.</s>
<|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
A series of incomprehensible grumbles and mutters escaped Kayleigh's throat.
"I had it all under control," she lied through her teeth, as Jackson nimbly severed the bounds which had only a few seconds ago strictly confined her movements. Naturally, she was butt hurt that her capable self had to be ashamedly rescued. Oh, the embarrassment.
It took a while for the pirates to realize that their temporary captive had escaped, but when they finally did, Kayleigh and Jackson already had their feet planted firmly behind their Captain. Glinting eerily in the moonlight, the woman's dagger rested snugly on the grooves of his rugged throat.
In one smooth, merciless motion of her hand, the poor brute's throat was slit open.
"Do I get three-thirds of the bounty this time?" She prodded the assassin. "I think it's only fair," she pouted, giving her companion a hopeful glance.</s>
<|message|>Jackson Greenmoss
Jackson smirked in response, saying, "You get one thirds of the bounty for getting captured- even though that's the same amount you always get paid. Besides, I know you're going to take all these guys' coinpurses when I'm done with them."
This was met with a grumbling among the remaining mercenaries and pirates, and they decided, once again, to attack. Fortunately, they were standing some distance away, at this point, and Jackson had enough remaining throwables to throw.
Half of them were dead by the time they reached him, four knives sticking out of their heads or chests, piercing measly, cheap leather armor. The rest turned and ran instead of facing the deadly man. How the hell could he fight so well, they would think.
Unfortunately for them, or for anyone, Kayleigh included, no one knew where Jackson learned how to fight- only he did, and he had yet to reveal.</s>
<|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
An instant after the remnants of the Captain's crew had fled off, Kayleigh immediately set to looting their belongings, her fingers rummaging about their pockets, satchels, searching their clothes in an expert and thorough routine. Any passerby who happened to glance at the woman would have spotted her gleeful expression from a mile away.
Kayleigh loved her job, to say the least.
"You'd think these pirates would have more valuables on hand after pillaging from a hundred others," Kayleigh complained aloud. Grasping her hands around a considerably weighty pouch and yanking it out of the dead captain's belt, she tossed it in Jackson's direction. Then, her fingers felt the contours of a dry, wrinkled piece of paper. That, she removed from the deceased as well, and with a curious gaze, scrutinized it.
It was a note.
Greetings, Captain.
I'm writing this on behalf of no one other than yourself. Expect to meet a pair of mercenaries in your travels soon, both of whom will be after the bounty on your head. I have been tipped about their whereabouts. They will be at Galberd's Gallow, noon through dusk. Take care.
- Benedict
"Who's Benedict?" Kayleigh narrowed her eyes. How on earth had he anticipated their movements? "Well, whatever," she rolled her eyes. It mattered not, considering how they had the situation under control despite having their location being tipped by some unknown informant.
"So-," she begin, "-shall we get to collecting the bounty? I'm sure Balthazar is expecting us." Mentally, Kayleigh calculated the approximate time needed for them to travel to Vargoth City. Two days, perhaps?</s>
<|message|>Jackson Greenmoss
Jackson caught the purse with practiced ease, giving it a toss to try and get a feel for what was inside, before slipping it to a pocket. He watched curiously as she procured a note from the dead man's body, and sidled up to read it over her shoulder [which wasn't all that hard, considering he was taller than her by a few inches]. He quietly started when he read the name 'Benedict,' not expecting to see the name again.
So when she asked and dismissed his name, his shoulders relaxed a tiny bit from her lack of inquiry. It would do no good to try and hunt his former mentor, Benedict Cumberbatch- a most inquisitive and eccentric man, whom they would not do well to cross, regardless if he tells people where to find him. That, and he was pretty sure he also had magic.
And so it was quite easy to simply say, "Aye, we shall. Might as well purchase some good horses for once, on the good Captain's purse, of course."</s>
| <|message|>Kayleigh Ventris
Jackson's breath had tickled her ears as he peered over her shoulder to have a look at the note. For a brief moment, Kayleigh had thought she imagined him almost imperceptibly stiffening behind her upon glancing at the note's contents, but that had easily been dismissed when he responded in his usual casual, breezy fashion.
As far as being travelling companions and a formidable tag team goes, Kayleigh could only somewhat glean the surface of the assassin's inner thoughts. Sometimes. And sometimes not.
The duo acquired a pair of horses easily enough, and Kayleigh (with much difficulty and self-restraint) dissuaded herself from grabbing freebies from the horse seller's pockets. She had already collected a fair bit of money from earlier, Kayleigh reasoned, plus they would be receiving plenty on their arrival at Vargoth City. Besides, she could always attempt at swiping Jackson's belongings while the assassin was fast asleep.
The thought of that amused her, and she chuckled quietly to herself, hoping that Jackson failed to catch the mischievous glint in her eye. It mattered not if she got caught in the act of rummaging through his stuff - it happened quite often anyway – but she relished the prospect of forcing awake her companion in the dead of night, to which he would sit up and grumble non-stop. How adorable.
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It was approximately noon when they arrived at the stone-cold city of Vargoth, having spent two days leisurely riding atop their horses. The weather had been calm, if not slightly sweltering, and they had been more or less free from the persistent wraths of Mother Nature on their journey there. Today, however, the wetness in the air along with the prevalent cold drafts of wind signaled that a thunderstorm was on its way.
Kayleigh anticipated a dismal, dreary day ahead.</s> |
<|description|>Nahuatl
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Physical Description: Nahuatl is of average height for his people. He stands at five foot seven. He has chocolate colored skin and odd blue eyes, which was part of why he was chosen. Due to his priestly lifestyle he semi-fit, though there is always a chance he can go down the fat priest route.
Personality: Nahuatl cares little for other people. He wouldn't give the time of day if his mother needed him to save her. Nahuatl would be nicely described as self-centered. For Nahuatl the world revolves around him. Everyone else is lesser in his eyes. Even though he doesn't consciously realize his fact. In addition to being self-centered he's also a arrogant S.O.B. He tends to do things very well, even the first time, which doesn't harm his ego. He also considers himself Solaris' gift to women.
History: Nahuatl was chosen to become a Priest by his local Priest because of his appearance and also who his parents were. Nahuatl excelled in his teachings and quickly rose of the ranks and attached himself to a High Priest as his apprentice. Everything was looking good for Nahuatl until his twenty-fourth year. That was the year he was caught sleeping with the High Priest's mistress and had to flee the city lest he be killed. After that he harbored a grudge as big as the world against the High Priest.
Skills: Nahuatl knows magic and is quite good at it. He is quite skilled at killing sacrifices also.
Some notes: he's completely fine with human sacrifice. And murder doesn't bother him either. He really wants revenge and not for pure reasons. He full intends to sacrifice his former master and mistress. (Maybe all of them just out of spite)</s>
<|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl cursed and swore as he stumbled through the under brush. He wasn't meant to be wandering around in the wild. His hands and feet were scratched from sharp leaves and other vines. Who knew that leaves were sharp enough to cut. Almost as good as it old obsidian knife. That had been a good blade. It had slit many people's throats with ease. But he had to leave it behind. He had had no time to go back for any of his belongings thanks to the wench.
The cliff wall he had been following appeared to go nowhere. And indeed, with Nahuatl's luck it probably did lead nowhere. However it was the only thing to follow and he had no desire to strike off blind. Nahuatl stumbled again and cussed as he foot somehow managed to get stuck under a plant. He tugged at it without much success. He could set it on fire, but he'd burn himself in the process. Solaris didn't care much what burned as long as it burned. He was a uncaring God. In the respect that he only cared for himself and no one else.
Nahuatl crouched down and tugged on the plant instead of his leg. It was thicker than an average vine, but not tree root. Quite frankly he had no idea what he was caught on. Finally, tired and disgusted he plopped down. Slightly awkwardly to not hurt his leg. He laid back on the cool ground and stared upwards. The sun was still in the sky. Even with his eyes closed he could point to it. Yet, what would the sun do for him? Nothing. Nahuatl sighed long enough that he probably sighed away all his happiness. Not that he cared. Revenge was all he had left.</s>
<|message|>Xalia
Had she heard correctly? Xalia was guessing at best, but if she didn't know, she would have thought that he was stuck. True enough, she could see the tip of a boot from under the bush that sealed away her little alcove. After some tugs, the owner of the boot sat down on the ground, from the sounds of it. The witch started to breath, slowly. Perhaps she was the one who was the predator! There wasn't much that Xalia could do with a hostage, admittedly, but it was still a better option than praying to a murdered god that she stay hidden.
With as little disturbance as she could make, Xalia opened her satchel and pulled out a small knife. It was more suited for cutting fruits and plants than it was for cutting flesh, but it was still a sharp weapon. Carefully, the witch placed the wooden handle into Junedith's open palm. The girl, as though she were shocked by the wall behind her, jerked to life. Her small hand tightened around the knife, and she poised herself on the balls of her feet at the entrance of their hole.
"Catch them. Try not to harm them," Xalia said, under her breath. Junedith did not acknowledge that she heard the command, but rather jumped out of the hole. It was rather awkward, as the child had to adjust herself sideways once in sight, but she had surprise with her and knelt on the man's chest with the knife against his neck, completely expressionless. Xalia crawled out after her, a moment later, and kneeled next to the man's head. She grinned down at him. "What can you offer me?"</s>
<|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl was just about to sit back up and try to free himself once more when a child jumped out of the foliage and landed on. Since he was already on the ground it was easy for the girl child to position herself with a knife to his throat. His first thought was that he was going to die. Then his next was that he wasn't. He opened his mouth, words of power on the tip of his tongue. It would all come down to what was quicker. His tongue or the child's knife.
The only thing that stopped them from finding out was a second person coming into view. Nahuatl had liked the day a lot more before these two people showed. They were both dirty and ragged. Not the sort of people he would associate with back in the city. He didn't even consider that they probably were cleaner than him.
What can you offer me?
Nahuatl swallowed the words of power. Instead he said: "Why should I offer anything to a filthy bandit?" Despite his prone position he tried to pull himself tall, straight and regal. He was a Priest, a man of power and respect. He shouldn't have to barter for his life with a pair of ragtag scoundrels. He inhaled deeply and prepared to speak of fire and power.</s>
<|message|>Xalia
The man, though pinned by a child and laying down, did his best to look tall. He looked offended enough to pass for a Solarian priest, Xalia had to admit. "Why should I offer anything to a filthy bandit?" was the first thing that he asked. Xalia laughed, and Junedith continued to stare at him with lifeless eyes. Did he think himself so high and mighty above them? This was no Solarian hunter, or else they would already be dead- and besides, the man didn't dress like any hunter she'd seen.
"Well, you aren't much cleaner than us, if you haven't noticed, and my dolly here has a knife to your throat. Should take her naught but a moment to silence you, which she will, if you try anything," Xalia pointed out. "You should offer me something in exchange for you life. So, ser, what can you offer me?"
Still- this was a strange way for someone with a blade on their neck to act. Perhaps he was a hunter of some sort. "She is faster than your tongue or hands," the witch added, to assure her now-prisoner that he couldn't kill them. The grin, however, had come off of her face, and no she waited quietly for an answer.</s>
<|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl only didn't squirm because of years of discipline. The young man remained as regal as he could pinned to the dirty ground. Of course being laughed at while under imminent death didn't make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Yet he wouldn't give up. Couldn't. No matter what he was coming out on top. He had no qualms about killing, or even maiming, either of these women. Though he was beginning to think the one on him wasn't alive. And his suspicions were confirmed by the loquacious woman. Witch. Nahuatl tagged her.
Nahuatl watched the talking woman even after she had fallen silent. She wanted him to speak, yet his words were his most powerful weapon. If he played them right. He could blast the girl-doll off him with one word. Yet such power would encompass him also. And he had no desire to be burnt to a crisp.
"Even you said that I am not much cleaner than you are. What makes you think I have anything you'd so desire Witch?" He spat out the last word. "You're even worse off than a Bandit. But you wont kill me." Nahuatl continued without giving her a chance to speak unless she spoke over him, in which he'd just continue talking also. "Do you know why?" Nahuatl grinned. It wasn't a pleasant grin. Someone one compared his smile to a jackal's right before it ate you.</s>
<|message|>Xalia
Piqued by the man, Xalia lent down, closer to him. Had he never been a captive before? Even a breath away from death, he acted as though she were the one who ought to be begging him, and that he held power over her! What a strange one he was. The witch pursed her lips. No, something was amiss here. There was a trap, somewhere in this, waiting for her to trip it... Or perhaps she was paranoid. She had spent so much time away from others that maybe she could not recognize fear any more.
"It is often the place of the captured to offer all they have for their life," she pointed out. His next comment, though, and that grin- that grin was far too predatory for one with a knife on his neck. Xalia narrowed her eyes. "I am no different than your priests," she said, though, instead.
Why would she not have Junedith kill him? If he thought it would be because she was lonely or weak, he was quite wrong. But perhaps he did have something that he could offer her, indeed. Or perhaps her first instinct was right, and this was just a trap, for her own life instead. Perhaps he had men waiting in the woods about them, prepared to shoot her at his word... But she would live. Xalia always did. "Why not, dirty man? Why shall I not kill you? What have you for me?"</s>
<|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl, for the first time since he had been run out of his city, began to feel alright. The cocky grin across his lips became less bluster and more confidence. His light blue eyes spotted the moment he had hooked the girl. The Doll hadn't moved and that was what sealed it. Nahuatl had won this little charade.
"Why? Why?" He mimicked, not caring that it might anger her. "Because my simple bandit, I am your answer. You need me." He looked pointedly at the doll stick perched on his chest. "Now remove your puppet or lose it." Nahuatl wasn't going to put up with the doll on him any longer. If she refused to move it, well a word of power would at least set it on fire. No one ever said Nahuatl was patient, even when it was necessary. He had put up with this charade long enough. And quite frankly he knew he could do just as much damage to her as she could to him before he went down. Not that he planned to go down. Not yet.</s>
<|message|>Xalia
Her captive's expression changed. Not in a way that was overtly discernible, but enough to go from what Xalia could considered desperate to much more knowing. He had information, and as sure of himself as he was, she wanted it. And how he played around it! t was infuriating, and all the more desirable because of it.
"So you say, but you offer nothing past this bluff. You're in no position to order what condition I hold you in," she snapped. Her eyes slid to the doll. "Junedith." The girl pressed the blade in her hand against the man's neck, just enough to break the skin. Xalia looked back to the man. "Not that you could destroy her. Give me something of value, and she will get off." What a self entitled fool this man must have been, to think that he could make demands with the knife at his neck. "Now, are you going to speak, or play around more? My patience runs thin," she warned. This man was more trouble than he was worth; another pathetic attempt at freedom would cost him his head, and Junedith was ready to comply.</s>
| <|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl couldn't help but roll his eyes, even as the doll pressed the knife in closer. This woman must be an utter simpleton. Did he have to spell it out for her? He sighed dramatically, just to match her posturing. "I'm not bluffing. You do need me Witch. Take a good look at how I'm dressed. Does it look familiar?" He cocked a quizzical eyebrow. "No? Well, I expected you were an idiot. I'm a Priest. In a few years I could have been a High Priest. And you are a Witch." He paused waiting for her to put the pieces together.
Would she draw the lines between his state and come to the conclusion he was run off? Or was he going to have to explain everything? She must never have meet anyone before him if she was this dumb. Even the Doll seemed smarter and it could only do what it was commanded. Blood trickled down the side of his neck, but since the doll had stopped cutting, it was slowing to a trickle.
"Do you understand yet? I can help you strike back at them. I know more than you can imagine." Nahuatl at this point wasn't willing to give her much more. If she couldn't process what was going on she was worth nothing to him. If she thought she had the upper hand still after this long, well, Nahuatl wasn't going to disabuse her of the notion until he was ready to be done with them. Most people thought that Priests could only use word magic. But if that was the case why did they bleed their victims? Blood magic was far more trustworthy and powerful.</s> |
<|description|>Xalia
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Physical Description: Xalia is pale and physically weak from her lifestyle. She walks with something of a hunch and has an always tired look in her brown eyes, with dark bags under them. The witch is small, both in stature and in weight, and her dark hair is rather rough and frazzled from living as she does.
Personality: On a basic level, Xalia's personality focuses around her own survival. It could be argued that she is amoral, a she will lie, cheat, steal, and do anything that she must in order to meet her base requirements. She is also distrustful of most around her, but power hungry and willing to work with others if there is a discernible benefit to herself at the end of said partnership. SHe will do this even if it means stabbing her partner in the back to take what she wants.
History: As a child, Xalia lived in one of the few villages that still did not accept the Solarian's way. Her home was raided, and those not killed were forced into slavery to build a great tower of worship. Xalia grew up in that slavery, but those around her that knew magic taught what they could to her. She would steal scrolls and books, too, when she could, to learn more. Eventually, she escaped. She's been living as a traveling, hiding hermit ever since, eager to seek revenge on the religion but unsure how she, as one woman, would go about doing so.
Skills: Xalia is skilled at magic. She is also skilled in survival arts- hunting, seeking safe shelter, hiding, etc.
Some Notes: Xalia keeps two human sized, human looking puppets with her at all times. She calls them her dolls. They can't die, but are taxing to maintain, so she does not keep both of them active unless she needs to.
Meredith was actually a doll that Xalia animated; Junedith was the corpse of a sacrificed girl that she found and reanimated. Both resemble people only in appearance, but do not act like people.</s>
<|message|>Xalia
Though the child never responded to anything but an order, Xalia still found comfort in muttering to her dolls through the night and day. "Nearly day, now, Junedith," she cooed to the suspiciously clean, blonde girl behind her. The child, who looked to be no older than eight or nine years, wore a simple blue dress and a neutral expression. She said nothing. "I need to stop and sleep." But there brought about the trouble of finding some place safe to do so; no matter how off the beaten path the witch and her doll were, it was suspicious to find a woman and a girl alone, sleeping, with nothing but themselves and Xalia's brown satchel of books, and her now small, unanimated doll. If someone were to find them, death would be immediate for Xalia. "I really ought to find somewhere to settle," she mused, as she and Junedith walked. They had been traveling without any direction for some time now- weeks, perhaps?
Still Junedith said nothing. Xalia never expected her to, but paused to look at her, and point at an area of the cliff wall they were walking along. "Do you see that?" The girl looked at the wall, then at Xalia, blankly. "There is a divet, behind those leaves." She started to it, and pushed back various foliage to expose a space just large enough for herself and Junedith to enter, so long as they crawled. Had it not existed, Xalia would have theoretically been able to push at the cliff wall to make it, but the effort would have been overtaxing. The witch would have passed out, or died, had she attempted to do so much in the condition she was in. Junedith came and held the leaves and small bush back while the witch crawled in. Xalia managed to sit, albeit hunched, and face the entrance. "Come."
Junedith followed without a word. The bush and leaves swayed as the child let them go to sit. She sat along a side, with her legs stretched across the width of the small area. The two met eyes, and the girl went limp; the half life that had been in her eyes vanished, and she slumped. The witch's smile was replaced by an expression of shock a moment later; she could hear someone walking. An animal? But taking that chance was still a risk. She raised a hand towards the flora at the entrance of her little cave; instantly, it stilled, but perhaps whoever was out there was close enough and saw it. Did I remember to dissolve our tracks? Xalia couldn't remember, but it was most likely too late to remedy that, now. She hadn't sensed anyone; they must have come from the other direction. The witch threw a glamour of darkness across Junedith and herself, and held her breath, but felt fear. If they were smart, they would find her; she had to hope that she would be smart enough to escape if the situation turned deadly.</s>
<|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl cursed and swore as he stumbled through the under brush. He wasn't meant to be wandering around in the wild. His hands and feet were scratched from sharp leaves and other vines. Who knew that leaves were sharp enough to cut. Almost as good as it old obsidian knife. That had been a good blade. It had slit many people's throats with ease. But he had to leave it behind. He had had no time to go back for any of his belongings thanks to the wench.
The cliff wall he had been following appeared to go nowhere. And indeed, with Nahuatl's luck it probably did lead nowhere. However it was the only thing to follow and he had no desire to strike off blind. Nahuatl stumbled again and cussed as he foot somehow managed to get stuck under a plant. He tugged at it without much success. He could set it on fire, but he'd burn himself in the process. Solaris didn't care much what burned as long as it burned. He was a uncaring God. In the respect that he only cared for himself and no one else.
Nahuatl crouched down and tugged on the plant instead of his leg. It was thicker than an average vine, but not tree root. Quite frankly he had no idea what he was caught on. Finally, tired and disgusted he plopped down. Slightly awkwardly to not hurt his leg. He laid back on the cool ground and stared upwards. The sun was still in the sky. Even with his eyes closed he could point to it. Yet, what would the sun do for him? Nothing. Nahuatl sighed long enough that he probably sighed away all his happiness. Not that he cared. Revenge was all he had left.</s>
<|message|>Xalia
Had she heard correctly? Xalia was guessing at best, but if she didn't know, she would have thought that he was stuck. True enough, she could see the tip of a boot from under the bush that sealed away her little alcove. After some tugs, the owner of the boot sat down on the ground, from the sounds of it. The witch started to breath, slowly. Perhaps she was the one who was the predator! There wasn't much that Xalia could do with a hostage, admittedly, but it was still a better option than praying to a murdered god that she stay hidden.
With as little disturbance as she could make, Xalia opened her satchel and pulled out a small knife. It was more suited for cutting fruits and plants than it was for cutting flesh, but it was still a sharp weapon. Carefully, the witch placed the wooden handle into Junedith's open palm. The girl, as though she were shocked by the wall behind her, jerked to life. Her small hand tightened around the knife, and she poised herself on the balls of her feet at the entrance of their hole.
"Catch them. Try not to harm them," Xalia said, under her breath. Junedith did not acknowledge that she heard the command, but rather jumped out of the hole. It was rather awkward, as the child had to adjust herself sideways once in sight, but she had surprise with her and knelt on the man's chest with the knife against his neck, completely expressionless. Xalia crawled out after her, a moment later, and kneeled next to the man's head. She grinned down at him. "What can you offer me?"</s>
<|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl was just about to sit back up and try to free himself once more when a child jumped out of the foliage and landed on. Since he was already on the ground it was easy for the girl child to position herself with a knife to his throat. His first thought was that he was going to die. Then his next was that he wasn't. He opened his mouth, words of power on the tip of his tongue. It would all come down to what was quicker. His tongue or the child's knife.
The only thing that stopped them from finding out was a second person coming into view. Nahuatl had liked the day a lot more before these two people showed. They were both dirty and ragged. Not the sort of people he would associate with back in the city. He didn't even consider that they probably were cleaner than him.
What can you offer me?
Nahuatl swallowed the words of power. Instead he said: "Why should I offer anything to a filthy bandit?" Despite his prone position he tried to pull himself tall, straight and regal. He was a Priest, a man of power and respect. He shouldn't have to barter for his life with a pair of ragtag scoundrels. He inhaled deeply and prepared to speak of fire and power.</s>
<|message|>Xalia
The man, though pinned by a child and laying down, did his best to look tall. He looked offended enough to pass for a Solarian priest, Xalia had to admit. "Why should I offer anything to a filthy bandit?" was the first thing that he asked. Xalia laughed, and Junedith continued to stare at him with lifeless eyes. Did he think himself so high and mighty above them? This was no Solarian hunter, or else they would already be dead- and besides, the man didn't dress like any hunter she'd seen.
"Well, you aren't much cleaner than us, if you haven't noticed, and my dolly here has a knife to your throat. Should take her naught but a moment to silence you, which she will, if you try anything," Xalia pointed out. "You should offer me something in exchange for you life. So, ser, what can you offer me?"
Still- this was a strange way for someone with a blade on their neck to act. Perhaps he was a hunter of some sort. "She is faster than your tongue or hands," the witch added, to assure her now-prisoner that he couldn't kill them. The grin, however, had come off of her face, and no she waited quietly for an answer.</s>
<|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl only didn't squirm because of years of discipline. The young man remained as regal as he could pinned to the dirty ground. Of course being laughed at while under imminent death didn't make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Yet he wouldn't give up. Couldn't. No matter what he was coming out on top. He had no qualms about killing, or even maiming, either of these women. Though he was beginning to think the one on him wasn't alive. And his suspicions were confirmed by the loquacious woman. Witch. Nahuatl tagged her.
Nahuatl watched the talking woman even after she had fallen silent. She wanted him to speak, yet his words were his most powerful weapon. If he played them right. He could blast the girl-doll off him with one word. Yet such power would encompass him also. And he had no desire to be burnt to a crisp.
"Even you said that I am not much cleaner than you are. What makes you think I have anything you'd so desire Witch?" He spat out the last word. "You're even worse off than a Bandit. But you wont kill me." Nahuatl continued without giving her a chance to speak unless she spoke over him, in which he'd just continue talking also. "Do you know why?" Nahuatl grinned. It wasn't a pleasant grin. Someone one compared his smile to a jackal's right before it ate you.</s>
<|message|>Xalia
Piqued by the man, Xalia lent down, closer to him. Had he never been a captive before? Even a breath away from death, he acted as though she were the one who ought to be begging him, and that he held power over her! What a strange one he was. The witch pursed her lips. No, something was amiss here. There was a trap, somewhere in this, waiting for her to trip it... Or perhaps she was paranoid. She had spent so much time away from others that maybe she could not recognize fear any more.
"It is often the place of the captured to offer all they have for their life," she pointed out. His next comment, though, and that grin- that grin was far too predatory for one with a knife on his neck. Xalia narrowed her eyes. "I am no different than your priests," she said, though, instead.
Why would she not have Junedith kill him? If he thought it would be because she was lonely or weak, he was quite wrong. But perhaps he did have something that he could offer her, indeed. Or perhaps her first instinct was right, and this was just a trap, for her own life instead. Perhaps he had men waiting in the woods about them, prepared to shoot her at his word... But she would live. Xalia always did. "Why not, dirty man? Why shall I not kill you? What have you for me?"</s>
<|message|>Nahuatl
Nahuatl, for the first time since he had been run out of his city, began to feel alright. The cocky grin across his lips became less bluster and more confidence. His light blue eyes spotted the moment he had hooked the girl. The Doll hadn't moved and that was what sealed it. Nahuatl had won this little charade.
"Why? Why?" He mimicked, not caring that it might anger her. "Because my simple bandit, I am your answer. You need me." He looked pointedly at the doll stick perched on his chest. "Now remove your puppet or lose it." Nahuatl wasn't going to put up with the doll on him any longer. If she refused to move it, well a word of power would at least set it on fire. No one ever said Nahuatl was patient, even when it was necessary. He had put up with this charade long enough. And quite frankly he knew he could do just as much damage to her as she could to him before he went down. Not that he planned to go down. Not yet.</s>
| <|message|>Xalia
Her captive's expression changed. Not in a way that was overtly discernible, but enough to go from what Xalia could considered desperate to much more knowing. He had information, and as sure of himself as he was, she wanted it. And how he played around it! t was infuriating, and all the more desirable because of it.
"So you say, but you offer nothing past this bluff. You're in no position to order what condition I hold you in," she snapped. Her eyes slid to the doll. "Junedith." The girl pressed the blade in her hand against the man's neck, just enough to break the skin. Xalia looked back to the man. "Not that you could destroy her. Give me something of value, and she will get off." What a self entitled fool this man must have been, to think that he could make demands with the knife at his neck. "Now, are you going to speak, or play around more? My patience runs thin," she warned. This man was more trouble than he was worth; another pathetic attempt at freedom would cost him his head, and Junedith was ready to comply.</s> |
<|description|>Sienn Kina
Age - 91
Species - Asari
Gender - Female
Appearance -
Sienn is 5'6" tall and has a slender and athletic build. Her skin is a bluish-teal color and her eyes are a pale blue. She has soft facial features and has dull white patterned markings on her forehead, chin, and lips.
Occupation - Freelance Mercenary
Class - Soldier
Powers -
Adrenaline Rush
Frag Grenade
Concussive Shot
Incendiary Ammo
Disruptor Ammo
Cryo Ammo
Weapons -
M-96 Mattock Heavy Rifle
M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol
3 Grenades
Armor/Apparel -
Medium Partisan Armor
Charcoal-grey Combat Fatigues
Equipment -
Bluewire Omni-tool
Personality -
In general, Sienn maintains a rather calm attitude. However, she is rather excitable and her mood changes often. She is courteous and tries to remain friendly when dealing with others, but is untrusting of most people and will abandon politeness with the slightest provocation. She shows little concern for other people unless they are particularly close to her or have some value to her.
Sienn is a very stubborn individual. If something doesn't work for her the first time, it will the second time, or the third, or the tenth. If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results, well, she is certifiable.
In her free time she enjoys watching various Earth sports such as American Football and Urban Combat, hobbies she gained from her father.
Bio -
Sienn was born on the planet Illium to an asari businesswoman and a Systems Alliance starship technician. She was raised by her mother on the planet, living a rather wealthy lifestyle during her childhood. Her father spent some time with her and her mother when possible, but that was rare due to his military service. Sienn maintained a close relationship with her father despite this and was devastated when he died of heart attack at age 47.
Throughout the asari's life, she struggled to develop her biotic talents. Frustrated at her difficulty harnessing her biotic abilities, she decided to focus on her martial talents instead and abandoned biotics. Years of focused training made her a skilled fighter and marksman, but left her biotics limited and underdeveloped. However, this made her ineligible for asari military service, as her underdeveloped biotics could not be effectively used in combat. It was another devastating blow to the asari, who wished to travel the galaxy and some day become a spectre.
Unable to enlist in a legitimate military, she turned to private military companies and mercenary groups. Sienn signed with Eclipse, a powerful mercenary group in the Terminus Systems, and worked with the group for several years before having a falling out with the organization regarding the ethics of some of her work. She resigned and began long term freelance work for those requiring a personal guard or hired muscle. Her service with Eclipse commonly brought her to Omega, and after resigning, she regularly stayed on the station when looking for work.
Spectre</s>
<|message|>Roman Thornton
A quiet, but noticeable bar sits on Omega, far away from the pounding music and flashing lights of Afterlife, this bar, known as Hergon's Dive, named after its Krogan owner. Roman Thornton was inside, in his usual armor, his shotgun clipped to the back, pistol holstered nearby, a small glass in his hand as he sat alone at a booth, one leg stretched out across to the other side.
He hadn't said a single word since he had entered, but eyes of others that followed him when he entered said many. Years of hard, brutal work had allowed him to learn a lot just from a man's eyes. None of the looks he had gathered were ones hiding threat, they were all of curiosity. A pretty Asari bar maid had approached him before, offering him a drink which he had taken. Though he hadn't drank much of it, only very small sips every so often.
His mind was on the meeting that was supposed to be here, the strange messages offering 'massive' amounts of credits from a stranger messenger. He like the others who had been offered payment was told to be at this near silent bar. A small, but solid forward payment had been sent to him right after he accepted, which secured his interest. Roman glanced around briefly, taking in his surroundings, two behind the bar, an older Krogan watching an Asari bartender, two or three waitresses moving around the establishment, two human females, one Asari.
He could count the number of patrons in the place on two hands, which he was actually glad about. A quiet place like this might spell well, louder places drew more attention and often contained wandering ears. He took another sip and waited for the others to arrive, he had been briefly told of each of them, they had likely been told of him. Part of him was eager to encounter them, the other nervous, though he would not ever admit to that.</s>
<|message|>Hailot Jatch
Jatch sat at the bar for awhile when the heavily armed and armored human walked in, he liked to be the first person at anonymous meetings, get a good look at who may be employing him or who he may be working with. So he sat at the bar pretending to be interested in the bartender, which wasn't to hard as she was asari, when really keeping an eye on the heavily armed man sitting in a booth. He certainly didn't seem like an amateur, his weapons looked high end and his armor wasn't flashy, good. If Jatch had to work with him he was glad if the human knew what he was doing. Rookies were to unpredictable, and Jatch had been done with unpredictable when he left the blood pack.
He drank a few shots at the bar, waiting for either whoever his next employer was to show up, or something else exciting to happen. Hopefully any one else Jatch ended up working with looked as professional as the human, but he didn't have high expectations.</s>
| <|message|>Sienn Kina
Sienn immediately walked towards the bar when she entered the building. She took a seat next to the armored Krogan, taking a casual glance at him. It didn't take more than that for her to realize how intimidating and dangerous he was. One of her hands reflexively hovered near the sidearm holstered on her thigh, although, she figured if something did happen, her handgun wouldn't do much to the Krogan before he killed her in any number of gruesome ways.
Relax, you're just being paranoid. Everything is going to be fine.
Sienn turned to the bartender before her face betrayed her thoughts, ordered a drink, then looked around the bar to get an idea of who else was around. Her eyes settled on the human sitting alone in a booth. Based on the way he was eyeing herself and the other patrons as well as the hardware he was carrying, he was likely one of the other mercenaries along with the krogan. She accepted her drink from the bartender with a polite smile, then stood from her seat. She gave the Krogan a slight nod before turning and walking over to the human.
She walked up to the man's booth and looked down at him, taking in his appearence, the way he looked at her and reacted to her presence, and keeping a close eye on the weapons he carried.
"Mind if I sit here?" She asked calmly, gesturing down at the seat occupied by his foot smiling and shooting the man a disarming smile.</s> |
<|description|>Shad
Appearance:
Age: Link's age
Race: Human, Hylian
Size: Medium
Mana: 8
Stamina: 4
Hearts: 3
Attributes:
Brawn: 1
Agility: 1
Wits: 2
Guts: 1
Smarts: 2
Skills:
-Ranged: 2
-Lore: 2
-Perception: 2
-Composure: 1
-Tools: 2
-Melee: 1
-Stealth: 1
Techniques/Songs/Spells:
Cultural
Haggler
Inventory:
Arquebus (140 Rupees)
8 Bombs (40 Rupees)
Dagger (20 Rupees)
Personality: Shad is a gentleman and a scholar. He's greatly enjoys intellectual pursuits, like reading books and playing chess. He dislikes doing a lot of physical work, including fighting. So, he tries to leave it to other people. He does like doing some field work as well, such as say, studying the ruins of ancient dungeons.
Bio: His Father was a scientist who studied a mysterious race of people known as the Oocca. He continued his father's studies after his death. He became involved in the Adventurer's Guild (also known as the Resistance), a group of loyalists to the Crown of Hyrule who are aware out to protect Hyrule in an extra-legal manner, if necessary. He's been doing research into Hylian legends, and set off to give some reports to Rusl, a swordsman in Ordan, who's also a member of this group.
Virtue: Wisdom</s>
<|message|>Shad
Ordon Music
Ordon Village! A nice Arcadian village, where everyone knows everybody, and nothing really important happens. In other words, it's the perfect place for adventures to start.
Rusl is standing in front of the Mayor's house, talking to Bo. Ilia is tending to Epona next to them.
A red-haired bespectacled young man carrying a book runs towards Rusl and says "Rusl, Rusl! I got the...research you asked for". He opens his book, and inside is an envelope. He says "Good work, Shad!" before he slaps him on the back a tiny bit too hard, causing Shad to wince. He regains his composure instantly, though.
Rusl hms. "Now...where's Link? He should be awake already..."</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
Hooded and shielded from the sunlight that was shining down on him, Cimmerade's hidden eyes gazed over the village that he had been forced to approach. He didn't know what the place was called and he had to wonder about its position in the middle of a forest, but those facts were unimportant at the moment. In truth, the place reminded him somewhat of his own home; Part of another kingdom but far enough away that they more or less took care of themselves with little to no oversight from the powers that be.
How long had he been running for? There had been very few chances to rest in the Twilight realm itself due to the monsters that wandered it, hunting down those few that remained and his escape to the realm of Sunlight hadn't offered him the repave he had been hoping for. Physically and mentally exhausted but unable to rest at the moment, Cimmerade entered the village silently as he looked around. It wasn't big and contained very few buildings... one of which appeared to be a shop.
Without much fanfare, the hooded and cloaked man closed the distance and opened the door, stepping inside and out of the light.</s>
<|message|>Link
While Link was indeed awake, he had overslept and hadn't finished breakfast. Knowing Rusl was waiting for him he did his best to hurry without rushing things. As soon as he was done eating he ran out the door and rather than take the ladder down simply jumped.
As soon he hit the ground Link began to run hoping at arrive at the Mayor's house before Rusl would get impatient cause he had no interested in being scolded and and once again told how important delivering the Ordon Shield and Hero's Sword was.
After a few minutes he could see his destination and slowed down in an attempt to hide the fact that he had to hurry as much as he did. Eventually he stopped in front of Rusl and quickly explained why he was late. "Sorry, overslept."
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
<|message|>Shad
How will Hyrule be saved by such a lazy boy?
Rusl, however, is not particularly unhappy. He says "oh! There you are!" He turns to Shad and says "Link, this is Shad, a...colleague of mine."
Shad offers a hand and says "It's a pleasure to meet you."
He notices an odd figure in the background (Chimmerade). He suspects that he might be a thief, but he decides that it's not his problem. He adjusts his glasses, and turns back to Link.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron had been inside the shop admiring the fine merchandise there when he heard the door creak open and he turned to face the newcomer. Surprisingly for such a pleasant day the stranger was wearing a hood that obscured his face and had a rather serious demeanor. Looked rather tired, not the sort of tired that came from hard work either. More like the kind of tired that someone had from being awake for to long. All in all he looked like someone off of a wanted poster. "Hullo there stranger." Aaron said with the distinctive sound of a Deku in a friendly manner while sticking his leafy hand out for a hand shake, "Name's Aaron, looks like you could use you need a long nap and a good friend."
Not that Aaron could really supply the whole nap thing but generally people took to a Deku asking things better than someone who looked like a criminal. Although Aaron doubted the dubious looking man would accepting his aid, grandmother always said it was better to have someone refuse your help than to never offer it at all.</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
Having stepped through the door of the shop, Chimmerade had been forced to wait a moment in order to be able to see properly. While he was able to see in darkness perfectly fine, the adjustment from the painfully bright to a more comfortable dark still took a few seconds. Long enough for him to be ambushed by an overly friendly... plant person. A strange sight perhaps, but the land of the living would be a rather boring place without its various oddity's.
The leafy hand hand was taken by a gloved one, the shake surprisingly firm as the hooded Chimmerade tried to measure up this so called 'Aaron'... but exhaustion and the possibly offer of a place to get some rest resulted in a less then optimal examination. "My name is Chimmerade and you honestly have no idea how right you are. The last few days have been rather hard for me and I would do just about anything for a few hours rest without having to worry about not waking up again." His voice didn't quite seem to match up with the image that his outfit suggested; It was a somewhat more informal then his stoic appearance would suggest, but the exhaustion that plagued his body had clearly seeped into his voice as well.
Since he had come in here, Chimmerade took a moment to look around the store while he waited for the plant man's response.</s>
<|message|>Link
Link took Shad's hand. "Same to you." Even though he didn't know about this glasses wearing kid, if he was a colleague of Rusl Shard had his respect. He also noticed Cimmerade entering the shop but chose to ignore it, after all just because the stranger was wearing armor didn't necessary mean he was looking for trouble and if something did bot Link and Rusl could get inside Sera's Sundries in a matter of seconds.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
<|message|>Duncan
The trip from Death Mountain to Ordon Village was a long one, but Duncan finally made it. The village was unfamiliar to him, since he'd only been here once, but it still didn't take him long to find the mayor's house. Mayor Bo also happened to be standing right outside, with about four other people. Duncan didn't pay any mind to them. He was only here for Bo.
"Bo!" He called out, approaching the group. "You may remember me from our sumo match a few years back. I'm here for a rematch."</s>
<|message|>Shad
Bo was preparing the Ordon Shield.
It was, honestly, not the greatest example of craftmanship in the history of the world, but the ornamental goat drawing on it was pretty cool. Honestly, it was really just something to hang on the wall.
Suddenly, he heard a voice call out. "Bo!" He turned around, surprised. He then recognized the Goron. It was Duncan! He said "Oh? Are you now? I'll tell you what-let me get Link here ready, and I'll set up the ring for you. We can have a match for everyone in town to see!"
Ilia's tending to Epona, when she notices an injury on the Horse. She frowns and says "Link! You gave poor Epona this jumping fences all night, didn't you!?". In truth, the injury to Epona was sustained when Link went to find Talo when he got lost in the forest the other day.
Bo tries to explain and says "Ilia, please-"
Ilia interrupts and says "Father, how can you be so easy on him? You're the mayor, so start acting like one!" She then takes the horse off to the spring in order to get it healed.
Rusl does a facepalm and says "We...we need that horse in order to make the delivery... See if you can't talk some sense into that girl."
Shad sighs and turns to Link. "Ah, Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them". He chuckles.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron was surprised when the serious man firmly accepted his hand shake. Most people just laughed at him and he was expecting the man to blow him off. Well he couldn't just let the stranger down. "Well if that's the case then you couldn't find a more dependable person than me!' he said confidently. Of course this was a little awkward because he wasn't really sure where he could take a good nap but he manged to keep his composure as he quickly thought of something. "I'll watch over you if you want to take a nap no matter where you go." Aaron said crossing his arms determinedly.</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There were some situations in which having someone keep watch while everyone else slept was the smartest idea. After all, if everyone was asleep then if something came by everyone would be screwed. While it helped if the person playing overwatch was known and trusted, sometimes you just couldn't be too picky. "I might take you up on that offer... You wouldn't happen to come somewhere out of the sun that I could get some rest for free would you? I'm afraid that the hardship that drove me from my home has also left me without anything but the cloths on my back."</s>
<|message|>Aaron
"Of course I know a place, I'm traveling around myself and in exchange for a couple of chores this nice lady named Pergie let me borrow one of her rooms. She lives down by the waterwheel, come on i'll show you." Aaron said opening the door and heading down the path to his temparary home. The bed was probally too small for him but something was better than nothing right?</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There really wasn't much to say; A safe place to rest was being offered and Cimmerade would be a prideful fool to turn it down. Sure, some of the nobility in his situation wouldn't let themselves sink so low as to accept the aid of their so called 'lessers' but there was a reason he had chosen the path of the 'Outcasts'. Following the friendly plant man, the hooded Twili braced himself to go back out into the sunlight. His clothing might have protected him from its harmful effects but that still didn't make dealing with such bright lights an enjoyable experience.
"Thank you. I don't believe many would offer to help a random stranger in need." Cimmerade said honestly.</s>
<|message|>Link
Without saying anything to Rusl and Bo or even taking the sword and shield Link ran off after Ilia. He wasn't too worried about explaining the situation since he knew she would forgive him either way, but still if possible he hoped not to leave while she was still angry at him. While he was rushing of he did hear something about a sumo match between the mayor and a Goron but as interesting as it sounded, he believed Ilia was more important right now. Eventually he arrived at the spring and without saying anting just waited until Epona's injury was healed and the two most important girls in his life would exit the water.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
| <|message|>Shad
Near the spring is a gate, leading to a bridge, which itself leads to the Faron Woods.
Standing in the Spring is Ilia, Epona, and Colin.
Ilia says "Colin told me what happened. I hadn't heard the details of Talo's capture". She sighs and looks at the horse "You still prefer your master over me, huh?"
Turning back to Link she says "Well, the injury wasn't too serious. You two can go on together. Link...promise me this? You won't try to do anything...out of your league?"
At that point, a loud horn is heard. Shad recognizes it "That's a Mokoblin War Horn!" he says, in confused horror.
Back at the spring, a group of Mokoblins burst through the gates, riding a boar. Ilia and Colin try to flee. One of them shoots Ilia with a bow, letting out a scream that can be heard in town.
Colin runs back into town, crying for help. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Then, marching into town comes the Mokoblin king, riding an armored boar. Rusl pulls out his sword, and turns to Shad. He says "Go find the girl. I'll deal with this one."
Shad nods and says "Yes, sir!" and runs towards the spring.</s> |
<|description|>Shad
Appearance:
Age: Link's age
Race: Human, Hylian
Size: Medium
Mana: 8
Stamina: 4
Hearts: 3
Attributes:
Brawn: 1
Agility: 1
Wits: 2
Guts: 1
Smarts: 2
Skills:
-Ranged: 2
-Lore: 2
-Perception: 2
-Composure: 1
-Tools: 2
-Melee: 1
-Stealth: 1
Techniques/Songs/Spells:
Cultural
Haggler
Inventory:
Arquebus (140 Rupees)
8 Bombs (40 Rupees)
Dagger (20 Rupees)
Personality: Shad is a gentleman and a scholar. He's greatly enjoys intellectual pursuits, like reading books and playing chess. He dislikes doing a lot of physical work, including fighting. So, he tries to leave it to other people. He does like doing some field work as well, such as say, studying the ruins of ancient dungeons.
Bio: His Father was a scientist who studied a mysterious race of people known as the Oocca. He continued his father's studies after his death. He became involved in the Adventurer's Guild (also known as the Resistance), a group of loyalists to the Crown of Hyrule who are aware out to protect Hyrule in an extra-legal manner, if necessary. He's been doing research into Hylian legends, and set off to give some reports to Rusl, a swordsman in Ordan, who's also a member of this group.
Virtue: Wisdom</s>
<|message|>Link
Link took Shad's hand. "Same to you." Even though he didn't know about this glasses wearing kid, if he was a colleague of Rusl Shard had his respect. He also noticed Cimmerade entering the shop but chose to ignore it, after all just because the stranger was wearing armor didn't necessary mean he was looking for trouble and if something did bot Link and Rusl could get inside Sera's Sundries in a matter of seconds.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
<|message|>Duncan
The trip from Death Mountain to Ordon Village was a long one, but Duncan finally made it. The village was unfamiliar to him, since he'd only been here once, but it still didn't take him long to find the mayor's house. Mayor Bo also happened to be standing right outside, with about four other people. Duncan didn't pay any mind to them. He was only here for Bo.
"Bo!" He called out, approaching the group. "You may remember me from our sumo match a few years back. I'm here for a rematch."</s>
<|message|>Shad
Bo was preparing the Ordon Shield.
It was, honestly, not the greatest example of craftmanship in the history of the world, but the ornamental goat drawing on it was pretty cool. Honestly, it was really just something to hang on the wall.
Suddenly, he heard a voice call out. "Bo!" He turned around, surprised. He then recognized the Goron. It was Duncan! He said "Oh? Are you now? I'll tell you what-let me get Link here ready, and I'll set up the ring for you. We can have a match for everyone in town to see!"
Ilia's tending to Epona, when she notices an injury on the Horse. She frowns and says "Link! You gave poor Epona this jumping fences all night, didn't you!?". In truth, the injury to Epona was sustained when Link went to find Talo when he got lost in the forest the other day.
Bo tries to explain and says "Ilia, please-"
Ilia interrupts and says "Father, how can you be so easy on him? You're the mayor, so start acting like one!" She then takes the horse off to the spring in order to get it healed.
Rusl does a facepalm and says "We...we need that horse in order to make the delivery... See if you can't talk some sense into that girl."
Shad sighs and turns to Link. "Ah, Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them". He chuckles.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron was surprised when the serious man firmly accepted his hand shake. Most people just laughed at him and he was expecting the man to blow him off. Well he couldn't just let the stranger down. "Well if that's the case then you couldn't find a more dependable person than me!' he said confidently. Of course this was a little awkward because he wasn't really sure where he could take a good nap but he manged to keep his composure as he quickly thought of something. "I'll watch over you if you want to take a nap no matter where you go." Aaron said crossing his arms determinedly.</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There were some situations in which having someone keep watch while everyone else slept was the smartest idea. After all, if everyone was asleep then if something came by everyone would be screwed. While it helped if the person playing overwatch was known and trusted, sometimes you just couldn't be too picky. "I might take you up on that offer... You wouldn't happen to come somewhere out of the sun that I could get some rest for free would you? I'm afraid that the hardship that drove me from my home has also left me without anything but the cloths on my back."</s>
<|message|>Aaron
"Of course I know a place, I'm traveling around myself and in exchange for a couple of chores this nice lady named Pergie let me borrow one of her rooms. She lives down by the waterwheel, come on i'll show you." Aaron said opening the door and heading down the path to his temparary home. The bed was probally too small for him but something was better than nothing right?</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There really wasn't much to say; A safe place to rest was being offered and Cimmerade would be a prideful fool to turn it down. Sure, some of the nobility in his situation wouldn't let themselves sink so low as to accept the aid of their so called 'lessers' but there was a reason he had chosen the path of the 'Outcasts'. Following the friendly plant man, the hooded Twili braced himself to go back out into the sunlight. His clothing might have protected him from its harmful effects but that still didn't make dealing with such bright lights an enjoyable experience.
"Thank you. I don't believe many would offer to help a random stranger in need." Cimmerade said honestly.</s>
<|message|>Link
Without saying anything to Rusl and Bo or even taking the sword and shield Link ran off after Ilia. He wasn't too worried about explaining the situation since he knew she would forgive him either way, but still if possible he hoped not to leave while she was still angry at him. While he was rushing of he did hear something about a sumo match between the mayor and a Goron but as interesting as it sounded, he believed Ilia was more important right now. Eventually he arrived at the spring and without saying anting just waited until Epona's injury was healed and the two most important girls in his life would exit the water.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
<|message|>Shad
Near the spring is a gate, leading to a bridge, which itself leads to the Faron Woods.
Standing in the Spring is Ilia, Epona, and Colin.
Ilia says "Colin told me what happened. I hadn't heard the details of Talo's capture". She sighs and looks at the horse "You still prefer your master over me, huh?"
Turning back to Link she says "Well, the injury wasn't too serious. You two can go on together. Link...promise me this? You won't try to do anything...out of your league?"
At that point, a loud horn is heard. Shad recognizes it "That's a Mokoblin War Horn!" he says, in confused horror.
Back at the spring, a group of Mokoblins burst through the gates, riding a boar. Ilia and Colin try to flee. One of them shoots Ilia with a bow, letting out a scream that can be heard in town.
Colin runs back into town, crying for help. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Then, marching into town comes the Mokoblin king, riding an armored boar. Rusl pulls out his sword, and turns to Shad. He says "Go find the girl. I'll deal with this one."
Shad nods and says "Yes, sir!" and runs towards the spring.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron's ears twitched at the sound of a piercing scream echoing through the air and a small boy running into town crying for help. Torn between wanting to make sure the stranger could get his nap and dealing with this new threat of the Mokoblin king Aaron eyes flitted around quickly looking for a solution seemed he could never help all the poeple he wanted to, "It looks like your nap will have to wait." he said to the stranger, whose name he still didn't know, he should've asked earlier but he had more important matters to take care off. Aaron ran over and stood next to Rusl, "Need some help?" he asked as he took a fighting stance.</s>
<|message|>Link
When the Mokoblins showed up, Link instantly regretted not bringing the sword and shield along. But rather then waste time and go back for them he drew his slingshot. Just as he got it out Ilia's scream broke his concentration. When he saw the arrow, he quickly figured out what had happened.
With an angry look on his face Link aimed at the Mokoblin holding a bow and shot a pumpkin seed at it, only to realize Colin was nowhere to be seen, hoping the boy went to get help he mentally prepared himself for the battle.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
To soon...
As the cries of alarm started to ring out, Cimmerade turned towards the entrance of the village that he himself had used just a few minutes prior, a sickening feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with the strain of his already exhausted body. His first fear had been that the twilight had already caught up with him, the monsters already laying siege to this town while he was at his weakest. But the beasts in the darkness weren't prone to using horns to signal their attacks...
With Aaron rushing over towards one of the armed villages (No doubt to offer aid; The plant man seemed the sort) Cimmerade considered his options for a moment before moving as fast as he could push himself towards the biggest building in the village in search of shelter from the coming engagement. While turning away from a battle like this felt wrong on a spiritual level, Cimmerade was not an insane fool; He was unarmed and was on the tail end of several days with little to no rest. It was a miracle he wasn't already suffering from hallucinations... then again, he had just been having a conversation with a friendly plant man...
The cold hard truth of the matter was that he was in no condition to be fighting this battle; All he would do is get himself and anyone trying to protect his sleep depraved ass killed needlessly. If the big building had a bow or something in it then maybe the situation would change, but right now the best thing he could do was get out of everyone's way so they could focus on the fighting ahead.</s>
<|message|>Duncan
Duncan was looking forward to the sumo match, but that would have to wait. A scream came from the spring, and a small boy came running into town. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Duncan turned to the mayor. "I'll be back later for the sumo match. This seems more important."
He then ran towards the spring, ready to fight whatever was there.</s>
<|message|>Shad
Bo turns to Duncan and says "Don't worry, we'll take care of this one!" He picks up a sledgehammer that was laying near his house. Rusl turns to Aaron and says "You are brave, but this is not your fight. Go make sure there aren't any more of them towards the north end, where the spring is". They both start to charge towards the Mokoblin King.
...Back at the spring...
The slingshot hits a Mokoblin off of the boar. He mumbles something, and then gets up. He then sees a fricking goron run towards the area, and he jumps. He and the other Mokoblins start to flee.
Shad notices the injured Ilia. He says "Oh no!" before running towards her. He picks her up and drags her out of the water. He gives a quick look over to her injuries, and says "It's a pretty bad wound, but...she'll survive"
He points further north and says "They went that way! We should follow them!" He pulls out his arquebus and starts to head in that direction.</s>
<|message|>Link
As soon as the Mokoblin fell of his boar Link aimed his slingshot at the monster again, but before he could fire, his intended target fled along with the others.
Link quickly discovered why as when he noticed Shard and the Goron. "Cowards." He heard what Shard about Ilia surviving and felt incredibly relieved, while trying not to show just how relieved he actually was.
While he thought it might be a good idea to get the Sword and Shield he was supposed to deliver first, he knew that if the Mokoblins got a head-start they would probably disappear in the woods and thus get away with hurting Ilia. Whit that in mind he sprinted in the direction Shard indicated, before realizing it would be smarter to wait for his allies.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 11
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron reluctantly left the two men and ran towards the spring after the goron in time to see the tail end of a green cap vanish into the forest. He quickly skips across the surface of the shallow water and yells at the goron and the human there, "Come on, no time to waste" before chasing Link into the woods somewhat unsure of where he is going but following the foot prints as best he can.</s>
<|message|>Duncan
The mokoblins were cowards. The moment they saw Duncan coming, they fled into the woods. The two humans immediately took off in pursuit, along with a Deku, who urged Duncan to follow.
"I'm coming." He said, running as fast as he could into the forest. He couldn't let the mokoblins get away after what they did to that girl.</s>
| <|message|>Shad
Across the bridge, we come to what appears to be a black wall, with weird symbols on it.
Shad freezes. "What in the name of Din is that?" he says, standing in front of it.
Then, the symbols start to glow. Suddenly, bolts of lightning come out of the wall, electrocuting all the characters nearby into unconsciousness.
...
When we awaken, we'll find ourselves in a bunch of cells all next to each other. We're all in chains, without any weapons or equipment. At least they let us keep our clothes.
Link, oddly, will be a wolf, however.</s> |
<|description|>Link
Age: 17
Race: Hylian
Size: Normal
Mana: 2 blocks of 4 so 8 in total
Stamina : 3 blocks of 4 so 12 in total
Hearts: 3
Attributes:
Brawn: 1
Agility: 2
Wits: 1
Guts: 2
Smarts: 1
Skills:
Melee 2
Shields 1
Spellcraft 1
Athletics 2
Survival 1
Tools 2
Ranged 1
Composure 1
Perception 1
Techniques/Songs/Spells:
Shield Bash (10 rupees)
Quick Draw (free)
Parry One (free)
Flourish (free)
Missile 1 (10 rupees)
Inventory:
Hero's Sword (55 rupees)
Ordon Shield (60 rupees)
Leather Armor (40 rupees)
Hyper Sling (15 rupees)
Pumpkin Seeds x3 so 60 in total (30 rupees)
Personality: Link is brave and selfless as well as humble. He can be lazy at times, though this is usually in his free time and when he is determined to do something he can prove quite stubborn as refuses to give up as long he believes it to be possible. He also doesn't talk much.
Bio: Link is a local of Ordon and the son of master swordsman Rusl while his mother died in childbirth. His father taught him some basic combat skills to help defend against bandits and the monsters roaming the nearby woods. Luckily this was almost never necessary as the monsters weren't very aggressive and bandits were uncommon, because of this he tended to slack off with his training from time to time.
At the moment Link is preparing to head out to Hyrule Castle to deliver a sword and shield made in Ordon engraved with the village symbol as a gesture to show their loyalty and support to the royal family, however he is unaware from the dangers now threatening the kingdom.
Virtue courage 1</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron was surprised when the serious man firmly accepted his hand shake. Most people just laughed at him and he was expecting the man to blow him off. Well he couldn't just let the stranger down. "Well if that's the case then you couldn't find a more dependable person than me!' he said confidently. Of course this was a little awkward because he wasn't really sure where he could take a good nap but he manged to keep his composure as he quickly thought of something. "I'll watch over you if you want to take a nap no matter where you go." Aaron said crossing his arms determinedly.</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There were some situations in which having someone keep watch while everyone else slept was the smartest idea. After all, if everyone was asleep then if something came by everyone would be screwed. While it helped if the person playing overwatch was known and trusted, sometimes you just couldn't be too picky. "I might take you up on that offer... You wouldn't happen to come somewhere out of the sun that I could get some rest for free would you? I'm afraid that the hardship that drove me from my home has also left me without anything but the cloths on my back."</s>
<|message|>Aaron
"Of course I know a place, I'm traveling around myself and in exchange for a couple of chores this nice lady named Pergie let me borrow one of her rooms. She lives down by the waterwheel, come on i'll show you." Aaron said opening the door and heading down the path to his temparary home. The bed was probally too small for him but something was better than nothing right?</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There really wasn't much to say; A safe place to rest was being offered and Cimmerade would be a prideful fool to turn it down. Sure, some of the nobility in his situation wouldn't let themselves sink so low as to accept the aid of their so called 'lessers' but there was a reason he had chosen the path of the 'Outcasts'. Following the friendly plant man, the hooded Twili braced himself to go back out into the sunlight. His clothing might have protected him from its harmful effects but that still didn't make dealing with such bright lights an enjoyable experience.
"Thank you. I don't believe many would offer to help a random stranger in need." Cimmerade said honestly.</s>
<|message|>Link
Without saying anything to Rusl and Bo or even taking the sword and shield Link ran off after Ilia. He wasn't too worried about explaining the situation since he knew she would forgive him either way, but still if possible he hoped not to leave while she was still angry at him. While he was rushing of he did hear something about a sumo match between the mayor and a Goron but as interesting as it sounded, he believed Ilia was more important right now. Eventually he arrived at the spring and without saying anting just waited until Epona's injury was healed and the two most important girls in his life would exit the water.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
<|message|>Shad
Near the spring is a gate, leading to a bridge, which itself leads to the Faron Woods.
Standing in the Spring is Ilia, Epona, and Colin.
Ilia says "Colin told me what happened. I hadn't heard the details of Talo's capture". She sighs and looks at the horse "You still prefer your master over me, huh?"
Turning back to Link she says "Well, the injury wasn't too serious. You two can go on together. Link...promise me this? You won't try to do anything...out of your league?"
At that point, a loud horn is heard. Shad recognizes it "That's a Mokoblin War Horn!" he says, in confused horror.
Back at the spring, a group of Mokoblins burst through the gates, riding a boar. Ilia and Colin try to flee. One of them shoots Ilia with a bow, letting out a scream that can be heard in town.
Colin runs back into town, crying for help. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Then, marching into town comes the Mokoblin king, riding an armored boar. Rusl pulls out his sword, and turns to Shad. He says "Go find the girl. I'll deal with this one."
Shad nods and says "Yes, sir!" and runs towards the spring.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron's ears twitched at the sound of a piercing scream echoing through the air and a small boy running into town crying for help. Torn between wanting to make sure the stranger could get his nap and dealing with this new threat of the Mokoblin king Aaron eyes flitted around quickly looking for a solution seemed he could never help all the poeple he wanted to, "It looks like your nap will have to wait." he said to the stranger, whose name he still didn't know, he should've asked earlier but he had more important matters to take care off. Aaron ran over and stood next to Rusl, "Need some help?" he asked as he took a fighting stance.</s>
<|message|>Link
When the Mokoblins showed up, Link instantly regretted not bringing the sword and shield along. But rather then waste time and go back for them he drew his slingshot. Just as he got it out Ilia's scream broke his concentration. When he saw the arrow, he quickly figured out what had happened.
With an angry look on his face Link aimed at the Mokoblin holding a bow and shot a pumpkin seed at it, only to realize Colin was nowhere to be seen, hoping the boy went to get help he mentally prepared himself for the battle.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
To soon...
As the cries of alarm started to ring out, Cimmerade turned towards the entrance of the village that he himself had used just a few minutes prior, a sickening feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with the strain of his already exhausted body. His first fear had been that the twilight had already caught up with him, the monsters already laying siege to this town while he was at his weakest. But the beasts in the darkness weren't prone to using horns to signal their attacks...
With Aaron rushing over towards one of the armed villages (No doubt to offer aid; The plant man seemed the sort) Cimmerade considered his options for a moment before moving as fast as he could push himself towards the biggest building in the village in search of shelter from the coming engagement. While turning away from a battle like this felt wrong on a spiritual level, Cimmerade was not an insane fool; He was unarmed and was on the tail end of several days with little to no rest. It was a miracle he wasn't already suffering from hallucinations... then again, he had just been having a conversation with a friendly plant man...
The cold hard truth of the matter was that he was in no condition to be fighting this battle; All he would do is get himself and anyone trying to protect his sleep depraved ass killed needlessly. If the big building had a bow or something in it then maybe the situation would change, but right now the best thing he could do was get out of everyone's way so they could focus on the fighting ahead.</s>
<|message|>Duncan
Duncan was looking forward to the sumo match, but that would have to wait. A scream came from the spring, and a small boy came running into town. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Duncan turned to the mayor. "I'll be back later for the sumo match. This seems more important."
He then ran towards the spring, ready to fight whatever was there.</s>
<|message|>Shad
Bo turns to Duncan and says "Don't worry, we'll take care of this one!" He picks up a sledgehammer that was laying near his house. Rusl turns to Aaron and says "You are brave, but this is not your fight. Go make sure there aren't any more of them towards the north end, where the spring is". They both start to charge towards the Mokoblin King.
...Back at the spring...
The slingshot hits a Mokoblin off of the boar. He mumbles something, and then gets up. He then sees a fricking goron run towards the area, and he jumps. He and the other Mokoblins start to flee.
Shad notices the injured Ilia. He says "Oh no!" before running towards her. He picks her up and drags her out of the water. He gives a quick look over to her injuries, and says "It's a pretty bad wound, but...she'll survive"
He points further north and says "They went that way! We should follow them!" He pulls out his arquebus and starts to head in that direction.</s>
<|message|>Link
As soon as the Mokoblin fell of his boar Link aimed his slingshot at the monster again, but before he could fire, his intended target fled along with the others.
Link quickly discovered why as when he noticed Shard and the Goron. "Cowards." He heard what Shard about Ilia surviving and felt incredibly relieved, while trying not to show just how relieved he actually was.
While he thought it might be a good idea to get the Sword and Shield he was supposed to deliver first, he knew that if the Mokoblins got a head-start they would probably disappear in the woods and thus get away with hurting Ilia. Whit that in mind he sprinted in the direction Shard indicated, before realizing it would be smarter to wait for his allies.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 11
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron reluctantly left the two men and ran towards the spring after the goron in time to see the tail end of a green cap vanish into the forest. He quickly skips across the surface of the shallow water and yells at the goron and the human there, "Come on, no time to waste" before chasing Link into the woods somewhat unsure of where he is going but following the foot prints as best he can.</s>
<|message|>Duncan
The mokoblins were cowards. The moment they saw Duncan coming, they fled into the woods. The two humans immediately took off in pursuit, along with a Deku, who urged Duncan to follow.
"I'm coming." He said, running as fast as he could into the forest. He couldn't let the mokoblins get away after what they did to that girl.</s>
<|message|>Shad
Across the bridge, we come to what appears to be a black wall, with weird symbols on it.
Shad freezes. "What in the name of Din is that?" he says, standing in front of it.
Then, the symbols start to glow. Suddenly, bolts of lightning come out of the wall, electrocuting all the characters nearby into unconsciousness.
...
When we awaken, we'll find ourselves in a bunch of cells all next to each other. We're all in chains, without any weapons or equipment. At least they let us keep our clothes.
Link, oddly, will be a wolf, however.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron woke up groggily, one moment he had been looking at a strange rune covered wall, the next he was here along with a scorch mark on his chest. He moved his arm to rub it was and was greeted with the dull clink of chains. Looking around him he saw he was alone in the cell. Aaron walked to the bars, at least he hadn't burned to death while unconsious, not the first time it would've happened to a deku, or so he had heard. There was nothing in this dank place far as he could see, he clinked his chains against the bars of his cage somewhat forlornly, it would do no good to have a life of adventruning end here, with hardly a deed to his name. "Anybody out there?" he asked, his small hollow voice echoing throughout the stone hallway.</s>
| <|message|>Link
The first thing Link noticed after waking up was that everything seemed black and white, as well that where ever he was smelled awful. Before he could think about what that meant he heard someone asking if there was anybody there. Unaware of his transformation he tried to answer but instead of the "Yes" he wanted to say, all that came out of his was a low growl. Confused he tried to get up only to find he could no longer stand on two legs. After he checked out the parts of his body he could see he realized he had somehow been turned into a wolf.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 11
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s> |
<|description|>Duncan
Appearance:
Age: 27
Race: Goron
Size: Large
Mana: 2 blocks/8 total
Stamina: 3 blocks/12 total
Hearts: 3
Attributes:
Brawn-2
Agility-1
Wits-1
Guts-2
Smarts-1
Skills:
Melee-3
Athletics-2
Survival-2
Composure-2
Techniques/Songs/Spells:
Open Palms Parry (20 rupees)
Throw (20 rupees)
Wrestler (10 rupees)
FIST (30 rupees)
Goron Roll (Basic) (10 rupees)
Inventory:
Goron Sumo Gear (100 rupees)
10 rupees
Personality: Duncan is tough and intimidating on the outside, but he's much friendlier than he seems. He usually maintains a neutral expression and rarely talks, which can make him hard to read. He does care about those he considers friends, though, even if he doesn't show it a whole lot.
Bio: At an early age, Duncan began learning the art of sumo from one of the Goron tribe's elders. He spent most of his life training, and over time he began to excel in unarmed combat. One day, he was challenged to a sumo-wrestling match by a human named Bo. He accepted, thinking it would be an easy victory, but he underestimated his opponent, and ended up losing. He didn't let that loss phase him, though. He kept training, and a few years later, he went to Ordon Village for a rematch against Bo.
Virtue: Power</s>
<|message|>Link
Link took Shad's hand. "Same to you." Even though he didn't know about this glasses wearing kid, if he was a colleague of Rusl Shard had his respect. He also noticed Cimmerade entering the shop but chose to ignore it, after all just because the stranger was wearing armor didn't necessary mean he was looking for trouble and if something did bot Link and Rusl could get inside Sera's Sundries in a matter of seconds.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
<|message|>Duncan
The trip from Death Mountain to Ordon Village was a long one, but Duncan finally made it. The village was unfamiliar to him, since he'd only been here once, but it still didn't take him long to find the mayor's house. Mayor Bo also happened to be standing right outside, with about four other people. Duncan didn't pay any mind to them. He was only here for Bo.
"Bo!" He called out, approaching the group. "You may remember me from our sumo match a few years back. I'm here for a rematch."</s>
<|message|>Shad
Bo was preparing the Ordon Shield.
It was, honestly, not the greatest example of craftmanship in the history of the world, but the ornamental goat drawing on it was pretty cool. Honestly, it was really just something to hang on the wall.
Suddenly, he heard a voice call out. "Bo!" He turned around, surprised. He then recognized the Goron. It was Duncan! He said "Oh? Are you now? I'll tell you what-let me get Link here ready, and I'll set up the ring for you. We can have a match for everyone in town to see!"
Ilia's tending to Epona, when she notices an injury on the Horse. She frowns and says "Link! You gave poor Epona this jumping fences all night, didn't you!?". In truth, the injury to Epona was sustained when Link went to find Talo when he got lost in the forest the other day.
Bo tries to explain and says "Ilia, please-"
Ilia interrupts and says "Father, how can you be so easy on him? You're the mayor, so start acting like one!" She then takes the horse off to the spring in order to get it healed.
Rusl does a facepalm and says "We...we need that horse in order to make the delivery... See if you can't talk some sense into that girl."
Shad sighs and turns to Link. "Ah, Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them". He chuckles.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron was surprised when the serious man firmly accepted his hand shake. Most people just laughed at him and he was expecting the man to blow him off. Well he couldn't just let the stranger down. "Well if that's the case then you couldn't find a more dependable person than me!' he said confidently. Of course this was a little awkward because he wasn't really sure where he could take a good nap but he manged to keep his composure as he quickly thought of something. "I'll watch over you if you want to take a nap no matter where you go." Aaron said crossing his arms determinedly.</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There were some situations in which having someone keep watch while everyone else slept was the smartest idea. After all, if everyone was asleep then if something came by everyone would be screwed. While it helped if the person playing overwatch was known and trusted, sometimes you just couldn't be too picky. "I might take you up on that offer... You wouldn't happen to come somewhere out of the sun that I could get some rest for free would you? I'm afraid that the hardship that drove me from my home has also left me without anything but the cloths on my back."</s>
<|message|>Aaron
"Of course I know a place, I'm traveling around myself and in exchange for a couple of chores this nice lady named Pergie let me borrow one of her rooms. She lives down by the waterwheel, come on i'll show you." Aaron said opening the door and heading down the path to his temparary home. The bed was probally too small for him but something was better than nothing right?</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There really wasn't much to say; A safe place to rest was being offered and Cimmerade would be a prideful fool to turn it down. Sure, some of the nobility in his situation wouldn't let themselves sink so low as to accept the aid of their so called 'lessers' but there was a reason he had chosen the path of the 'Outcasts'. Following the friendly plant man, the hooded Twili braced himself to go back out into the sunlight. His clothing might have protected him from its harmful effects but that still didn't make dealing with such bright lights an enjoyable experience.
"Thank you. I don't believe many would offer to help a random stranger in need." Cimmerade said honestly.</s>
<|message|>Link
Without saying anything to Rusl and Bo or even taking the sword and shield Link ran off after Ilia. He wasn't too worried about explaining the situation since he knew she would forgive him either way, but still if possible he hoped not to leave while she was still angry at him. While he was rushing of he did hear something about a sumo match between the mayor and a Goron but as interesting as it sounded, he believed Ilia was more important right now. Eventually he arrived at the spring and without saying anting just waited until Epona's injury was healed and the two most important girls in his life would exit the water.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
<|message|>Shad
Near the spring is a gate, leading to a bridge, which itself leads to the Faron Woods.
Standing in the Spring is Ilia, Epona, and Colin.
Ilia says "Colin told me what happened. I hadn't heard the details of Talo's capture". She sighs and looks at the horse "You still prefer your master over me, huh?"
Turning back to Link she says "Well, the injury wasn't too serious. You two can go on together. Link...promise me this? You won't try to do anything...out of your league?"
At that point, a loud horn is heard. Shad recognizes it "That's a Mokoblin War Horn!" he says, in confused horror.
Back at the spring, a group of Mokoblins burst through the gates, riding a boar. Ilia and Colin try to flee. One of them shoots Ilia with a bow, letting out a scream that can be heard in town.
Colin runs back into town, crying for help. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Then, marching into town comes the Mokoblin king, riding an armored boar. Rusl pulls out his sword, and turns to Shad. He says "Go find the girl. I'll deal with this one."
Shad nods and says "Yes, sir!" and runs towards the spring.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron's ears twitched at the sound of a piercing scream echoing through the air and a small boy running into town crying for help. Torn between wanting to make sure the stranger could get his nap and dealing with this new threat of the Mokoblin king Aaron eyes flitted around quickly looking for a solution seemed he could never help all the poeple he wanted to, "It looks like your nap will have to wait." he said to the stranger, whose name he still didn't know, he should've asked earlier but he had more important matters to take care off. Aaron ran over and stood next to Rusl, "Need some help?" he asked as he took a fighting stance.</s>
<|message|>Link
When the Mokoblins showed up, Link instantly regretted not bringing the sword and shield along. But rather then waste time and go back for them he drew his slingshot. Just as he got it out Ilia's scream broke his concentration. When he saw the arrow, he quickly figured out what had happened.
With an angry look on his face Link aimed at the Mokoblin holding a bow and shot a pumpkin seed at it, only to realize Colin was nowhere to be seen, hoping the boy went to get help he mentally prepared himself for the battle.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
To soon...
As the cries of alarm started to ring out, Cimmerade turned towards the entrance of the village that he himself had used just a few minutes prior, a sickening feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with the strain of his already exhausted body. His first fear had been that the twilight had already caught up with him, the monsters already laying siege to this town while he was at his weakest. But the beasts in the darkness weren't prone to using horns to signal their attacks...
With Aaron rushing over towards one of the armed villages (No doubt to offer aid; The plant man seemed the sort) Cimmerade considered his options for a moment before moving as fast as he could push himself towards the biggest building in the village in search of shelter from the coming engagement. While turning away from a battle like this felt wrong on a spiritual level, Cimmerade was not an insane fool; He was unarmed and was on the tail end of several days with little to no rest. It was a miracle he wasn't already suffering from hallucinations... then again, he had just been having a conversation with a friendly plant man...
The cold hard truth of the matter was that he was in no condition to be fighting this battle; All he would do is get himself and anyone trying to protect his sleep depraved ass killed needlessly. If the big building had a bow or something in it then maybe the situation would change, but right now the best thing he could do was get out of everyone's way so they could focus on the fighting ahead.</s>
<|message|>Duncan
Duncan was looking forward to the sumo match, but that would have to wait. A scream came from the spring, and a small boy came running into town. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Duncan turned to the mayor. "I'll be back later for the sumo match. This seems more important."
He then ran towards the spring, ready to fight whatever was there.</s>
<|message|>Shad
Bo turns to Duncan and says "Don't worry, we'll take care of this one!" He picks up a sledgehammer that was laying near his house. Rusl turns to Aaron and says "You are brave, but this is not your fight. Go make sure there aren't any more of them towards the north end, where the spring is". They both start to charge towards the Mokoblin King.
...Back at the spring...
The slingshot hits a Mokoblin off of the boar. He mumbles something, and then gets up. He then sees a fricking goron run towards the area, and he jumps. He and the other Mokoblins start to flee.
Shad notices the injured Ilia. He says "Oh no!" before running towards her. He picks her up and drags her out of the water. He gives a quick look over to her injuries, and says "It's a pretty bad wound, but...she'll survive"
He points further north and says "They went that way! We should follow them!" He pulls out his arquebus and starts to head in that direction.</s>
<|message|>Link
As soon as the Mokoblin fell of his boar Link aimed his slingshot at the monster again, but before he could fire, his intended target fled along with the others.
Link quickly discovered why as when he noticed Shard and the Goron. "Cowards." He heard what Shard about Ilia surviving and felt incredibly relieved, while trying not to show just how relieved he actually was.
While he thought it might be a good idea to get the Sword and Shield he was supposed to deliver first, he knew that if the Mokoblins got a head-start they would probably disappear in the woods and thus get away with hurting Ilia. Whit that in mind he sprinted in the direction Shard indicated, before realizing it would be smarter to wait for his allies.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 11
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron reluctantly left the two men and ran towards the spring after the goron in time to see the tail end of a green cap vanish into the forest. He quickly skips across the surface of the shallow water and yells at the goron and the human there, "Come on, no time to waste" before chasing Link into the woods somewhat unsure of where he is going but following the foot prints as best he can.</s>
| <|message|>Duncan
The mokoblins were cowards. The moment they saw Duncan coming, they fled into the woods. The two humans immediately took off in pursuit, along with a Deku, who urged Duncan to follow.
"I'm coming." He said, running as fast as he could into the forest. He couldn't let the mokoblins get away after what they did to that girl.</s> |
<|description|>Duncan
Appearance:
Age: 27
Race: Goron
Size: Large
Mana: 2 blocks/8 total
Stamina: 3 blocks/12 total
Hearts: 3
Attributes:
Brawn-2
Agility-1
Wits-1
Guts-2
Smarts-1
Skills:
Melee-3
Athletics-2
Survival-2
Composure-2
Techniques/Songs/Spells:
Open Palms Parry (20 rupees)
Throw (20 rupees)
Wrestler (10 rupees)
FIST (30 rupees)
Goron Roll (Basic) (10 rupees)
Inventory:
Goron Sumo Gear (100 rupees)
10 rupees
Personality: Duncan is tough and intimidating on the outside, but he's much friendlier than he seems. He usually maintains a neutral expression and rarely talks, which can make him hard to read. He does care about those he considers friends, though, even if he doesn't show it a whole lot.
Bio: At an early age, Duncan began learning the art of sumo from one of the Goron tribe's elders. He spent most of his life training, and over time he began to excel in unarmed combat. One day, he was challenged to a sumo-wrestling match by a human named Bo. He accepted, thinking it would be an easy victory, but he underestimated his opponent, and ended up losing. He didn't let that loss phase him, though. He kept training, and a few years later, he went to Ordon Village for a rematch against Bo.
Virtue: Power</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There were some situations in which having someone keep watch while everyone else slept was the smartest idea. After all, if everyone was asleep then if something came by everyone would be screwed. While it helped if the person playing overwatch was known and trusted, sometimes you just couldn't be too picky. "I might take you up on that offer... You wouldn't happen to come somewhere out of the sun that I could get some rest for free would you? I'm afraid that the hardship that drove me from my home has also left me without anything but the cloths on my back."</s>
<|message|>Aaron
"Of course I know a place, I'm traveling around myself and in exchange for a couple of chores this nice lady named Pergie let me borrow one of her rooms. She lives down by the waterwheel, come on i'll show you." Aaron said opening the door and heading down the path to his temparary home. The bed was probally too small for him but something was better than nothing right?</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
There really wasn't much to say; A safe place to rest was being offered and Cimmerade would be a prideful fool to turn it down. Sure, some of the nobility in his situation wouldn't let themselves sink so low as to accept the aid of their so called 'lessers' but there was a reason he had chosen the path of the 'Outcasts'. Following the friendly plant man, the hooded Twili braced himself to go back out into the sunlight. His clothing might have protected him from its harmful effects but that still didn't make dealing with such bright lights an enjoyable experience.
"Thank you. I don't believe many would offer to help a random stranger in need." Cimmerade said honestly.</s>
<|message|>Link
Without saying anything to Rusl and Bo or even taking the sword and shield Link ran off after Ilia. He wasn't too worried about explaining the situation since he knew she would forgive him either way, but still if possible he hoped not to leave while she was still angry at him. While he was rushing of he did hear something about a sumo match between the mayor and a Goron but as interesting as it sounded, he believed Ilia was more important right now. Eventually he arrived at the spring and without saying anting just waited until Epona's injury was healed and the two most important girls in his life would exit the water.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds 60</s>
<|message|>Shad
Near the spring is a gate, leading to a bridge, which itself leads to the Faron Woods.
Standing in the Spring is Ilia, Epona, and Colin.
Ilia says "Colin told me what happened. I hadn't heard the details of Talo's capture". She sighs and looks at the horse "You still prefer your master over me, huh?"
Turning back to Link she says "Well, the injury wasn't too serious. You two can go on together. Link...promise me this? You won't try to do anything...out of your league?"
At that point, a loud horn is heard. Shad recognizes it "That's a Mokoblin War Horn!" he says, in confused horror.
Back at the spring, a group of Mokoblins burst through the gates, riding a boar. Ilia and Colin try to flee. One of them shoots Ilia with a bow, letting out a scream that can be heard in town.
Colin runs back into town, crying for help. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Then, marching into town comes the Mokoblin king, riding an armored boar. Rusl pulls out his sword, and turns to Shad. He says "Go find the girl. I'll deal with this one."
Shad nods and says "Yes, sir!" and runs towards the spring.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron's ears twitched at the sound of a piercing scream echoing through the air and a small boy running into town crying for help. Torn between wanting to make sure the stranger could get his nap and dealing with this new threat of the Mokoblin king Aaron eyes flitted around quickly looking for a solution seemed he could never help all the poeple he wanted to, "It looks like your nap will have to wait." he said to the stranger, whose name he still didn't know, he should've asked earlier but he had more important matters to take care off. Aaron ran over and stood next to Rusl, "Need some help?" he asked as he took a fighting stance.</s>
<|message|>Link
When the Mokoblins showed up, Link instantly regretted not bringing the sword and shield along. But rather then waste time and go back for them he drew his slingshot. Just as he got it out Ilia's scream broke his concentration. When he saw the arrow, he quickly figured out what had happened.
With an angry look on his face Link aimed at the Mokoblin holding a bow and shot a pumpkin seed at it, only to realize Colin was nowhere to be seen, hoping the boy went to get help he mentally prepared himself for the battle.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 12
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
To soon...
As the cries of alarm started to ring out, Cimmerade turned towards the entrance of the village that he himself had used just a few minutes prior, a sickening feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with the strain of his already exhausted body. His first fear had been that the twilight had already caught up with him, the monsters already laying siege to this town while he was at his weakest. But the beasts in the darkness weren't prone to using horns to signal their attacks...
With Aaron rushing over towards one of the armed villages (No doubt to offer aid; The plant man seemed the sort) Cimmerade considered his options for a moment before moving as fast as he could push himself towards the biggest building in the village in search of shelter from the coming engagement. While turning away from a battle like this felt wrong on a spiritual level, Cimmerade was not an insane fool; He was unarmed and was on the tail end of several days with little to no rest. It was a miracle he wasn't already suffering from hallucinations... then again, he had just been having a conversation with a friendly plant man...
The cold hard truth of the matter was that he was in no condition to be fighting this battle; All he would do is get himself and anyone trying to protect his sleep depraved ass killed needlessly. If the big building had a bow or something in it then maybe the situation would change, but right now the best thing he could do was get out of everyone's way so they could focus on the fighting ahead.</s>
<|message|>Duncan
Duncan was looking forward to the sumo match, but that would have to wait. A scream came from the spring, and a small boy came running into town. "Ilia! They...they got Ilia!"
Duncan turned to the mayor. "I'll be back later for the sumo match. This seems more important."
He then ran towards the spring, ready to fight whatever was there.</s>
<|message|>Shad
Bo turns to Duncan and says "Don't worry, we'll take care of this one!" He picks up a sledgehammer that was laying near his house. Rusl turns to Aaron and says "You are brave, but this is not your fight. Go make sure there aren't any more of them towards the north end, where the spring is". They both start to charge towards the Mokoblin King.
...Back at the spring...
The slingshot hits a Mokoblin off of the boar. He mumbles something, and then gets up. He then sees a fricking goron run towards the area, and he jumps. He and the other Mokoblins start to flee.
Shad notices the injured Ilia. He says "Oh no!" before running towards her. He picks her up and drags her out of the water. He gives a quick look over to her injuries, and says "It's a pretty bad wound, but...she'll survive"
He points further north and says "They went that way! We should follow them!" He pulls out his arquebus and starts to head in that direction.</s>
<|message|>Link
As soon as the Mokoblin fell of his boar Link aimed his slingshot at the monster again, but before he could fire, his intended target fled along with the others.
Link quickly discovered why as when he noticed Shard and the Goron. "Cowards." He heard what Shard about Ilia surviving and felt incredibly relieved, while trying not to show just how relieved he actually was.
While he thought it might be a good idea to get the Sword and Shield he was supposed to deliver first, he knew that if the Mokoblins got a head-start they would probably disappear in the woods and thus get away with hurting Ilia. Whit that in mind he sprinted in the direction Shard indicated, before realizing it would be smarter to wait for his allies.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 11
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron reluctantly left the two men and ran towards the spring after the goron in time to see the tail end of a green cap vanish into the forest. He quickly skips across the surface of the shallow water and yells at the goron and the human there, "Come on, no time to waste" before chasing Link into the woods somewhat unsure of where he is going but following the foot prints as best he can.</s>
<|message|>Duncan
The mokoblins were cowards. The moment they saw Duncan coming, they fled into the woods. The two humans immediately took off in pursuit, along with a Deku, who urged Duncan to follow.
"I'm coming." He said, running as fast as he could into the forest. He couldn't let the mokoblins get away after what they did to that girl.</s>
<|message|>Shad
Across the bridge, we come to what appears to be a black wall, with weird symbols on it.
Shad freezes. "What in the name of Din is that?" he says, standing in front of it.
Then, the symbols start to glow. Suddenly, bolts of lightning come out of the wall, electrocuting all the characters nearby into unconsciousness.
...
When we awaken, we'll find ourselves in a bunch of cells all next to each other. We're all in chains, without any weapons or equipment. At least they let us keep our clothes.
Link, oddly, will be a wolf, however.</s>
<|message|>Aaron
Aaron woke up groggily, one moment he had been looking at a strange rune covered wall, the next he was here along with a scorch mark on his chest. He moved his arm to rub it was and was greeted with the dull clink of chains. Looking around him he saw he was alone in the cell. Aaron walked to the bars, at least he hadn't burned to death while unconsious, not the first time it would've happened to a deku, or so he had heard. There was nothing in this dank place far as he could see, he clinked his chains against the bars of his cage somewhat forlornly, it would do no good to have a life of adventruning end here, with hardly a deed to his name. "Anybody out there?" he asked, his small hollow voice echoing throughout the stone hallway.</s>
<|message|>Link
The first thing Link noticed after waking up was that everything seemed black and white, as well that where ever he was smelled awful. Before he could think about what that meant he heard someone asking if there was anybody there. Unaware of his transformation he tried to answer but instead of the "Yes" he wanted to say, all that came out of his was a low growl. Confused he tried to get up only to find he could no longer stand on two legs. After he checked out the parts of his body he could see he realized he had somehow been turned into a wolf.
Mana: 8
Stamina: 11
Hearts: 3
Pumpkin Seeds: 59
Rupees: 0</s>
<|message|>Cimmerade
Ordon Village
After passing out more or less the moment he found a dark, quiet corner to lay himself down that was out of the way of both the locals and the invaders, Cimmerade awoke. Considering that the village had been actively under attack when he had finally surrounded to his exhausted body's desire to rest, the fact he had woken up without being in bound or with several pieces of sharp metal jammed into his chest was a very good sign.
Slinking out of his place of rest and checking the sky to see what time it was, Cimmerade prepared to dedicate himself to getting the lay of the land while looking for opportunities to improve his situation. After all, there had to have been a proper defence if he wasn't dead and that meant that some of the attackers had no doubt fallen. While he hadn't gotten a good look at the creatures, some of them had been using bows of some kind; Maybe not the best kinds of bows out there, but it beat being defenceless and if such a thing had been left behind the owner clearly didn't it any more one way or the other.</s>
| <|message|>Duncan
The last thing Duncan remembered was seeing a large wall covered in strange symbols. Next thing he knew, he was in what appeared to be a prison. He stood up, and began pulling on the chains, trying to free himself. He then heard another voice. He assumed it was someone else who was locked in there with him.
"Who's out there?" Duncan called out. "Where did they take us?"</s> |
<|description|>Anne Brooks
Age: 15
Appearance:
Personality: She's a bit shy, though she warms up easily to others. She's friendly and a bit playful. She's very cowardly, however. She hates horror movies and many other scary or creepy things.
Short bio: She's home alone most of the time, her parents usually out working all day until the middle of the night. She ends up having trouble trusting others and prefers to keep to her own when she's at school. She jumped at the opportunity to go exploring the forest with the others, hoping to have a good time and maybe make a few friends.</s>
<|message|>Anne Brooks
The sun shone dimly from the horizon. Overhead, the sky glittered with the newly appearing stars. The group of teens found themselves on the opposite side of the forest, an area they had never thought of trying to reach. They would never have suspected that there was an entire farm on this side of the forest. The farm looked both beautiful and terrifying as it was bathed in the orange glow of the sunset. A gentle wind blew through the tall stalks of corn that covered the area.
Ahead of the group was a long dirt path. It lead directly to the front of the lonely farm building. On either side it was largely surrounded by the forest of corn stalks. The whole area had an eerie aura. The group didn't have much choice, however. They were utterly lost, and it probably wouldn't be a good idea to be wandering around in the middle of the night.
-
Anne shivered at the sight of the place. It looked so creepy! She glanced at the sunset, raising her hand to shield her eyes. "I wonder if they even have a working phone all the way out here," Anne wondered out loud. She seriously doubted it. She was hoping they'd at least get a ride back home. Hopefully, it wouldn't be one of those creepy couples who were going to ask them to stay over for dinner like the movies.</s>
<|message|>Orion 'Oreo' Takahashi
"Hey Anne, you seem creeped out... just chill, this is fun!" Orion said with a grin, flicking his hair in a turn to look around. "So guys, we gonna go to these nice farmers' home and get directions to get back, or...... we could wander around a dark spooky forest in the middle of the night and get murdered, sound fun?" he chuckled a bit darker, imagining just what he said, although perhaps at his own hands depending on his mood.
Then again they're all together and he couldn't get them all, so there'd be witnesses. Hmmm.... "I for one vote to go to the place, we can probably get back in no time and I can get back to watching my movies all night, I'm sure the internet's back on by now." he said cheerily and optimistically again, waiting for a response from the others before he moved.</s>
<|message|>Kira Middleton
Kira crossed her arms as she stared at the farmhouse while wearing a frown on her face. She was making no attempt to hide the fact that she was not pleased to have found herself in this precarious situation. "This is hella creepy," she said. "I don't think I want to go anywhere near that place." She shot a cold stare in Orion's direction. "Fun? Are you serious? How is this fun? If we have to go get directions then let's just get it over with. I don't' want to be here any longer than I absolutely have to be."</s>
<|message|>Anne Brooks
"Y-Yeah," Anne agreed with Kira. She looked back at the ugly farmhouse. She gulped at the building. Every time she looked at it, it seemed to get worse. She noticed that none of the lights in the windows seemed to be on, even with the quickly darkening sky. What if the owners weren't home? Anne's mood quickly dropped. They were going to have to wait around for the owners to come back. Who knows how long they might take. They might even get trapped outside in the middle of the night!
Anne brushed the thoughts of her head. She was scaring herself. The farmhouse wasn't that scary! They were just going to walk up to the front door and knock. Simple. Anne took a deep breath and started forward.</s>
<|message|>Gideon Drake
The entire time, he'd been staying quiet. He'd been talked into doing this by Orion. Normally, Gideon avoided him like the plague. But with his homework done, the internet down, and his Xbox getting repaired, the only other choice had been to thumb through the manga he'd already read, or spend some time with his mother and stepfather. Most of the time, all the two had been doing lately was argue and threaten to divorce each other. So this was a welcome reprieve.
He had to agree that this place was creepy as hell. But Gideon kept his mouth shut. "This is how horror movies start," he said, just barely loud enough for the others to hear. "So who's gonna die first?"</s>
<|message|>Kira Middleton
Kira gave Gideon a firm punch in the shoulder when he asked who was gonna die first. The punch wasn't hard enough to hurt him, but definitely hard enough so that he would feel it. "That's not funny," she snapped at him. "You shouldn't talk like that. No one is going to die. We're just going to ask for directions and then leave."</s>
<|message|>Gideon Drake
Gideon rubbed his arm. He was a complete puss when it came to pain. "Just sayin'," he muttered. He kept quiet after that. In all honesty even a hit that small made him think back to when his father was a part of his life.</s>
<|message|>Alexi Rayne (Goes by Rayne)
Alexi stood there, staring at the farmhouse. "Humph," I've seen worse" she said, not freaked out by it. "I say we go with Kira's idea, this is too much of a bummer man."</s>
<|message|>Gideon Drake
"Nobody brought a cellphone?" Gideon sighed. He took his phone out, and frowned. "No bars. Dammit." He put the cell away. "Now we're in a horror film."</s>
<|message|>Orion 'Oreo' Takahashi
"Horror's my favourite..." Orion muttered with a dark smile. Of course it was preposterous that there was anything supernatural out there, unfortunately stuff like that doesn't realistically exist. He guesses the best case scenario would be at least the owner/s of the farm being psycho murderers. Fingers crossed.</s>
<|message|>Alexi Rayne (Goes by Rayne)
"Great were stuck here," Alexi said, becoming irritated. "No cell phone, no drugs, no food, not even a place to skate. Fun" Her tome was obviously sarcastic. "So what do we do now guys?" She asked. "Sit here and become scarecrows?"</s>
<|message|>Anne Brooks
Anne turned towards the others. "W-Well are we going to go to the farmhouse or are we just going to s-stand around talking about it?" She tried to bravely say, her voice shivering all too noticeably. She looked back at the building and gulped at the sight. Every minute that passed, the sun got lower and lower. The darkness only made the farmhouse seem creepier. And yet, still none of the lights lit up.</s>
<|message|>Gideon Drake
"We've got nothing better," Gideon sighed. He adjusted his glasses. "Even if nobody's home, there's a good chance they have a phone. Even if this looks like a place out of a Laura Ingalls Wilder book." He took a tentative step towards the house.</s>
<|message|>Alexi Rayne (Goes by Rayne)
"Well I'm sure as hell not standing out here any longer." Alexi said, being the first one to begin walking towards the farmhouse. "You pussy cats coming or am I gonna have to pull out cat food?" Alexi still was not phased by the house. "The only creepy thing out here is fear of death by boredom, now come on." She called back to the others.</s>
<|message|>Orion 'Oreo' Takahashi
"Race you to the door!" Orion yells with a smile, bouncing echoes into the darkness as he ran, not really expecting anyone else to run. But the scene seemed sure to install some hope and light to a situation before it gets a lot darker if he was in luck.</s>
<|message|>Alexi Rayne (Goes by Rayne)
"Suit yourself." Alexi said, walking at her normal pace. " I just wanna get in here and crash."</s>
<|message|>Anne Brooks
Anne sped up to a timid jog. "W-Wait up!" She called after Orion. As the sounds echo'd through the corn, a few crows flew out of the fields. Anne jumped slightly at their sight, but soon calmed down. Just birds, she thought. As they approached the building, Anne noticed something quite strange.
The front door was open ajar. Nothing seemed to be around. the building was completely dark and quiet. The sight of the open door only aided in making the entire scene more eerie to Anne.</s>
<|message|>Gideon Drake
Gideon kept quiet, staying close to the others. He didn't know any of them beyond an occasional question in class, or being put on the same dodgeball team. However he knew that there was strength in numbers. His eyebrows shot up at the open door. "The hell?" he murmured.</s>
<|message|>Alexi Rayne (Goes by Rayne)
Alexi then paused, seeing the open door. "Lets see if anything is around shall we?" she said before picking up a rock and tossing it at the door.
~CLUNK!!
The rock kit the door and fell on the ground. Alexi stood there, keeping her focus on the door. She listened closely, but nothing seamed to react. "So far so good." she said, taking another step towards the farmhouse.</s>
<|message|>Orion 'Oreo' Takahashi
This was too good to be true. An eerie open door, a hint of horrors to come maybe. Simply awesome. Seems like the place a psycho murderer would stay. Either that or there's noone there but still, at least Orion could see the fear on the others' faces. "Goodbye cruel world.... I'm leaving you today.... Goodbye... goodbye..... goodbye..." Orion sung darkly with thinly veiled mirth at the situation.</s>
<|message|>Gideon Drake
"Oh, shut it, Rainbow Dash," Gideon growled. He'd brought up the horror film thing but that was a bit much for his tastes.</s>
<|message|>Orion 'Oreo' Takahashi
Orion poked his tongue out childishly and said, "Sorry vampire boy," as he waited for someone to walk in. Hell if he was going to be the first, dying before seeing anyone else do would be boring. Orion then reminded himself not to get his hopes up and that it's probably nothing unfortunately.</s>
<|message|>Alexi Rayne (Goes by Rayne)
"Well that's it." Alexi said being the first to walk in. As she walked in, she looked around and there was nothing. " Like I said, the only thing to fear here is boredom." She called back to the others, after calling back, she-studied her surroundings. The farmhouse was certainly dark and eerie on the inside. Old farming equipment laid against the wall, by the looks of it, this farmhouse has been left untouched for a number of years.
~Boom!!
The door had slammed, catching Alexi off guard. "Okay guys, really funny." She called out assuming they were pranking her.</s>
| <|message|>Anne Brooks
The wind blew unexpectedly powerfully. The air filled with the sound of the rustling corn and the howling wind, but over it dominated the horrifying sound. A loud screech ringed out through the fields, a disturbing mixture of an animal and human scream.
The door slammed shut from the strong wind. The combination of the wind, the scream, and the door was too much. Anne screamed and bolted to the door. She opened the door and practically threw herself in. She clumsily bumped into Alexi on the way in. "S-Sorry!" She managed to stammer.
She gulped and looked around. It was an old fashioned building. Against one wall rested a few farming tools. There were three doorways on separate walls that lead to other parts of the house. Ahead was a stairway that lead upstairs. Above, dim light came in from a dusty old window high on the wall. On the walls were old, ugly pictures. Many of them seemed to be of a single family, possibly the owners. There was a dresser below the pictures, a dying plant resting in the middle of it.
Anne quickly faced the wall and fumbled around for a light switch. When her hand caught one, she immediately flicked it up without a thought. The light above them flickered briefly, but immediately went out. Anne frantically flicked the switch up and down multiple times before admitting defeat. "N-No lights..." She mumbled.</s> |
<|description|>Tristan Locastro
Appearance:
Age:30
Gender:Male
Occupation:Software Engineer
Hobbies:Software, game, and web developing – basically, he loves computers. He is also an apt, self-taught electrician. He isn't certified and certainly isn't a master, but anything is better than nothing, is it not?
Values:Logic, order, and fairness are the most important things to him. Without logic, order will never be achieved; without order, civilization will crumble into chaos. And of course, what is the point of having society at all if that society isn't fair to its population?
Goal:Get a solar powered (or similar) power grid operational, and for it to reliably work with minimal issues. Additionally, he would love to get a republic going – it is foolish to let the gullible, unintelligent masses vote directly on important matters, and it is suicide to trust a single person with total control. A group of trustworthy, competent men (or women) voted into power by the masses, however, is good.
Associated NPCs: N/A
History:Tristan is a man who doesn't always voice his opinion; if he doesn't have an adequate understanding on the subject, or simply has nothing of note to add, then he won't. When he does weigh in, however, he is logical, and thinks through what he says carefully. His strong sense of logic is probably what led him to become a software engineer. He was in the office working as usual, when suddenly his life flipped upside down: everyone in the office was dead, and when he got home, so was his family. Well, until they got back up and tried to eat him, that is. Fortunately, his wife went for the dog first (poor thing), allowing him time to grab the gun from his safe and escape. He decided it'd be a good idea to go somewhere relatively remote – less people, less dead bodies trying to eat his brain. He joined a group of refugees and, well, here they are.</s>
<|message|>Calvin 'Cali' O'Riley
Calvin was sitting in a chair with his fingers steepled, the chair across from him was just being occupied by the dude called Gearbox. Calvin gave him a small nod as he was seated. He always disliked having sit down meeting usually before going Pre-Z they were about season expectations, what they expected from each players. This time it was more important than just some ball game but survival, not only for himself but forever one with him at Nathanson so he actually payed good attention.
Listening to everyone voice their opinions about what they thought should be done first, some he agreed with and some he thought could be prioritized differently. Now was a good a time as any to speak his mind, he waited until Captain Hisashi and Sergeant Maiko finished sharing their well thought out plans.
He stood up so everyone knew he was speaking next " I think the most important things are secure basic needs like food and water plus defending who and what we have since making rules isn't going to do anything if we don't have people to protect or feed. *cleared throat* Thats just what I feel anyway." Calvin sat down again.</s>
<|message|>Royale "Roy" Patterson
"Look, rules are all well and good, but they don't need much if people are living in fear and don't have food in their bellies," Roy pointed out. "I don't want to make any waves here, but these guys are right, we gotta take care of ourselves before we bother with who's in charge," he went on with a wave to the two men who had given out similar opinions- Collins and O'Riley? He was pretty sure those were the names.
"'Nother thing, folks," he said casually. "Even with the Japanese bringing food and water, we're gonna be hurtin' before too long, especially if we start something like a big construction project. People can't work on no wall with empty stomachs. And those couple of little babies- they're gonna need formula."
"So I just want to make a little proposal," he said, steepling his fingers and looking over his glasses. "What I'm thinking is I borrow one of those trucks out there- maybe that Ford with the Nebraska plates. I saw a Wal-Mart on the way in here, I think it'd be worth it to do some ripping and running on the place. Grab some food, water. If they got a sporting goods department maybe there's guns and ammo. If one of these doctors comes with me, they'd know what's worth taking in the pharmacy. I can get the lay of the land, figure out what's going on down in the town, get a better idea of what we're dealing with. All that and be back before dark."
He leaned back. "I could probably use two or three others, just to be safe and have help hauling stuff back. The rest of y'all can get on with sweeping the campus and building your fortifications while I'm out." Roy shrugged. "Like I said, somebody's gotta do something."</s>
<|message|>Jason Rue, goes by 'Gearbox'
Gearbox had mixed feelings of the Japanese. On one had they could be a great advantage in a fight, but they will surely not stay forever. He nodded at both the Captain's and Calvin's words. His throat actually feeling a little dry at the moment, though he ignored it when Roy spoke his mind. Almost without hesitation, "I'll go, I've got the muscle and combat training to help in fight."
He continued patting the rather heavy looking wrench on his hip." Me and Martha can keep 'em off your back." He looked forward to helping out, and added after a moment." Also we might want to grab some items for auto repair. I can handle that if there's a good chance to get some." It wasn't as important as food and water, but having vehicles mentioned he used lest calories.</s>
<|message|>Calvin 'Cali' O'Riley
Calvin couldn't help speak again, he rose to his feet
" I think its a good idea to bring a mechanic with you in case you have vehicle problems"
" I also think that someone with a gun should go also, in case of looters. Would hate to lose a working vehicle and some amazing folks with good skills."
"Also I have a duffel bag to help carry things back in."
-It has been a little bit since he blew off some steam maybe going along would help out his mind at ease for a small while-
"Also I can accompany the party also, if need be. "</s>
<|message|>Alina Khan
Alina had taken seat near the middle of the table closer to the entrance. A little girl with dark hair let loose, unlike her care-taker were drawing with a boy slightly older than her was playing the corner of the room. Alina looked at them, relieved for the first time in weeks to see that Assia can be a child and have fun, but she had to focus back to the rest of the group listening to all the suggestions. She agreed with all of them, they need a place of safety and stabilities. But also agreed with the short term plan that getting food and supplies is more important at the moment like Mister Roy proposed.
"I'm willing to go, Mister Roy, I can help I'm fit and I fought off several of those 'things' and at the moment my skills as a plumber is useless without working water, so I could look for the local Water supply system and I can try to see how damaged it is and try to start it up, having it running would be a life saver, but depending on how damaged it is I might have to work on it over time which I can do when we are more stable." Alina finally spoke up. She knew a place as small as this town wouldn't have that big of a water supply system so she could possibly start it up herself, besides bodyguards to protect her from the corpses that would be there.
She looked again at Assia and Erin they were talking about stories in their heads and giggling too themselves. She has to improve the world in her small world for the children.</s>
<|message|>Introduced herself as Abby Ng
Abby fiddled idly with her rock hammer, spinning it slowly between thumb and forefinger, her digits moving smoothly over the rusty-brown stained leather wrapping the handle. She kept it with her all the time now, even closer to hand than the backpack that was resting against her shin beneath the table, her foot twisted through one strap in case someone tried to grab it.
"I think we're making this whole rule of law thing more complicated than it has to be." Abby forced herself to stop twirling the hammer, and set it down on the tabletop, though she kept a hand on it. "We don't need new rules. Same ones apply as before Black Friday, right? Don't steal, no murders, no raping anyone? Violators get kicked out of the community. Someone make an announcement to the refugees to that effect, seems pretty straightforward to me."
She gestured to the Japanese captain with her chin. "And I think he's right about concentrating on fortifying one building for now, or at least getting everyone set up in there. I don't think we have enough people to maintain a perimeter of the whole campus. We can start improvising a wall, but until we get that finished we're always going to have rabids straggling in." She refused to call them zombies - reanimated dead bodies weren't possible.
"As for the supply run, well, I'm the wrong kind of doctor for what you're looking for." Ph.D., not M.D.. "We're going to need more than canned food and dry goods, which are going to run out pretty soon even if we empty out the Walmart, and I might be able to help out with that once we get a bit settled, but I don't think I'm going to be going on this particular outing. Oh, but get bicycles," she added. "We're going to run out of gas eventually, and they're faster than walking or, you know, shambling."</s>
| <|message|>Tristan Locastro
Tristan nodded at the Japanese captain. "These solar panels. How strong are they, exactly? They won't be enough for everyone to have power, but if you are willing to lend them for the duration of your stay, they could be very useful as a start." He turned to the mechanic, with further inspiration. "And perhaps we could gather some car batteries? We can start to charge them with the solar panels, and then we'd have some stored electricity. It won't be too much, but it'd be hugely beneficial, especially if we need to do something during the night, when we can't rely on solar power."
There's a proper electrician here, I think. We could probably manage to get something set up – what am I thinking? We probably won't have to set anything up. This is a school, they will likely have a back-up generator in the basement. "Actually, now that I think about it we should check the basement while we're clearing. This place may have a back-up generator, and that would suffice for now."</s> |
<|description|>(Rank) Captain (Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi
Appearance: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease.
Age: 45
Gender: Male
Occupation: JSDF 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Division Medical Officer
Hobbies: Calligraphy, Bonsai, reading, keeping a journal, somewhat devout Buddhist, Kenjutsu, Iajutsu, Kyujitsu, Karate, Aikido
Values: Hisashi can be said to be idealistic to the core - pacifistic, kind-hearted, gentle, forgiving and through his medical career is approachable to children, whom he genuinely wants to help and protect the most. He would not compromise on his idealism no matter the circumstances. Despite what he had seen, he remained hopeful and confident that the future can't and won't be so bad. As a result of his work, he tends to be organised.
His greatest strengths could become his greatest weaknesses. If he was ever forced to compromise, the ordeal would really mess him up. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. Those who came into conflict with his values would probably suffer under him (don't go around killing children, for example).
Goal: Captain Ishida Hisashi's mission was to reestablish communications with the American government. Having been 'defeated' by the Kyonshis (zombies), he had made a strategic retreat to Nathanson College, and now hopes to conduct search and rescue missions to find survivors from his unit again. Eventually, he would want to work on extraction; returning to Japan.
In the meantime he plans to stay true to the UN Peacekeeper spirit. When the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai had landed, they did not hesitate to set up relief camps. Hisashi would want to concentrate on the welfare of whoever approaches them for help: their health, security, food and water situation would be of the topmost priority.
Associated NPCs: Captain Ishida Hisashi's unit was decimated, and he brings with him only a tiny fraction of what it used to be: Sergeant Maiko (Medic) had become his second in command, as every other officers, including senior officers, died. She is a far more practical person, almost survivalist in nature though she wasn't that way initially. Other than that, the rank and file consists of 4 Kyonshikirapeitai infantrymen, 2 drivers and 2 storemen. He was able to secure two American soldiers as POWs (but hadn't decided their fate yet) and 5 civilians, including 2 children. They had arrived on two military supply trucks and a rover.
History: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country.
Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin.
Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care.
Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package.
When the dead started rising and attacking people, Japan was similarly under threat from the strange phenomenon. However, its government did not outright fall immediately due to the people putting cooperation and duty first before self-interest. When the police and military began having difficulty in containing the threat, new units were created to specifically deal with such a special threat. 3 'Kyonshikirapeitai' divisions were raised, and they were hurriedly outfitted with both old and new tactics and equipment to fight the Kyonshi (stiff corpses, as the Japanese calls them). Hisashi was part of this.
And when contact with the United States was lost, Japan decided to send a force over to the US to reestablish communications under the banner of the failing UN. Hisashi was also part of this, travelling with his unit, the 3rd Kyonshikirapeitai Division, 2nd Company. Upon landing on the continent however, it became a quagmire. The US Military were executing the citizens they were supposed to protect, and the government was in chaos. The UN Peacekeepers decided to push deeper into the country, set up refugee camps, and search for any representation of the centralised federal government.
They were forced to protect the locals from their own soldiers, and fight against said soldiers. Hisashi, however, was comparatively sheltered from all this, as he was usually either tending to the wounded or doing research at a refugee centre field hospital or at most going on simple missions to rescue some locals or give medical help. His shelter, however, would not last.
Most recently, he was embroiled in an extended firefight against US Soldiers massacring more locals, which lead to heavy casualties on both sides. His company was decimated but victorious, and he was left as the acting commander of his unit with only a few soldiers in it still alive, who in turn had to keep a POW they captured and a few civilians alive. What he had seen in the mess that followed the rising of the dead had damaged his confidence and hope for the future, his optimism, but he held on. He held on, just as he did when he was forced to become a soldier, and so he will do so again, and again.
Extra Information
Weapons: Howa Type 89-F Rifle, carbined with foldable stock and RCF module. SCK/Minebea 9mm Pistol, aka Sig Sauer P220. 2 Fragmentary Grenades. Bayonet. Katana. Wakizashi.
Equipment: Type 88 Helmet with Visor. Helmet Camera. Radio set. Kevlar Vest. Riot Suit with hinges at knees area for leg support and powering electronics via kinetic energy, built in compartments for holding the following: water canteen, hydration bladder, 2 additional magazines for pistol, 2 for rifle. Forearm Mounted Computer with tactical software, GPS, Medical assistant, mission logs, camera feed and a whole host of other programmes. JSDF Woodlands Camo uniform with equipments matching in style. Captain's rank patch. Medical Officer's Brassard. 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai's Brassard. Japanese Flag Patches.
Medic's fieldpack w/ solar panel connected to all electronics. Fieldpack contains personal field kit including another 3 sets of uniform, toiletry kit, a pair of sandals, jogging shoes, 6 packs of MCW/LRP Rations (there used to be more but he wasn't resupplied) and 3 packs of accessory rations (which contains morale boosters like biscuits and candy and coffee powder), entrenching kit, rifle cleaning kit, sewing kit. He is carrying medical supplies inside, which includes a medkit, surgical tools, drugs (anaesthetics, paralysing agent, antibiotics, painkillers, etc), medical supplies and even health supplements for relief work.</s>
<|message|>Introduced herself as Abby Ng
Being snapped at didn't even merit a raised eyebrow considering the week Abby'd been having. She glanced around at the children and corpse-removers. Odd combination, that.
"Hi, yeah, we met at the meeting. I was the one who didn't spurn your offer of assistance? I'm Dr. Ng." Back in the non-ruined world, Abby had preferred to introduce herself without her academic title. Any implied authority could only help her here.
"Two things. First, I want to start telling people they can come to your building for, you know, safety. I figured I should clear that with you before I just started doing it. Second, I need somewhere secure to keep my things. I'm going to be doing some research, eventually, and I can't have people wandering in and breaking my beakers or whatever. I'm not offering nothing, either; I have some pretty useful skills. Like, how not to die of scurvy from eating nothing but beef jerky and twinkies. So, is that agreeable to you?"
She braced her hands on the straps of her backpack and waited for a response. The Japanese weren't her only option; she could always go back to living in the woods. She'd probably be better off there than with a bunch of individualists. But finding a place in a group where there could be some division of labour was a much better option than going it alone, in her opinion.</s>
<|message|>Marcus "Ray-Ray" Mustang
Marcus raised an eyebrow at the woman's response. As if she was angry that he was here. Unfortunately, Marcus was all to familiar with the response. He never had any luck with girls, and any time he tried to talk to them, they always ignored him. Marcus sighed and absently spun his axe and adjusted his backpack. "Your making this much more awkward that it needs to be." He mumbled to himself.
Marcus snapped to attention when the lady and her...daughter maybe, began to leave. Marcus used a rock to hold to front door open, that way they had an easy escape just in case. Marcus followed her into the dark building. The floors were speckled with dark red shoe marks and the walls filled with bloody hand prints. Marcus felt a bit nervous, the hall and rooms was unusually quiet. He took that as a bad sign, he took everything as a bad sign now. "Let's hope we won't be over run." He mumbled to himself as he raked his hand through his hair.
Marcus did not pay much attention to the interactions between the woman and her daughter, out of respect for there privacy. He was raised as a gentleman, so he as going to show that. Marcus sighed and nodded when the woman offered to take on side. He was a bit worried about being alone, but he was more worried about the the woman being alone. Don't try and play hero. Marcus want rigid for a second before calming down, he had watched enough movies to realize the hero's died first. Marcus nodded, "I'll take the right side then." He said as he griped his axe. Marcus took a deep breath and walked over to the first door on the right side. He peered through the small glass window on the it and saw nothing. He grabbed to handle and rapidly blinked his eyes. "Here goes nothing." He said before he opened the door.</s>
| <|message|>(Rank) Captain (Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi
Sergeant Maiko's eyes dug into this Dr Ng's eyes in silence, scraping out whatever information she could out of her soul. For the time being, she decided that this Abby was no threat. "This is what Captain Ishida wants. But we need nothing from you. There is no payment required. We are the UN and the JSDF, not Sony or Mitsubishi. If you remain with us, we would prefer that you do nothing but live and breathe; food, water, security, all essentials are provided."
With that, she turned and started walking back to the School of Education, "I will show you where you may deposit your things." Walking around her men, who were carrying more corpses out, she continued, "We do not need a nutritionist. In case you and your American friends did not notice the red cross on our arms, Captain Ishida is a medical officer by vocation and I am a medic."
She took Abby to the third floor, the same floor where they had set up most of their makeshift headquarters. The command room, bunks and armoury were all on the same floor. There were rows upon rows of lockers outside the staff offices and classrooms, "You may have one of these. You just have to clear out whatever rubbish is inside your locker. As I've discovered, American students tend to be rather messy and unsanitary. Pray that the locker of your choosing is unoccupied. If you suspect yourself of contracting a form of skin disease or another after that, approach Captain Ishida for treatment when he comes back."
Inside the teaching staff's office hall, the main room of the HQ was set up. There, Sergeant Maiko opened a metal box mounted on the wall containing all locker keys; "There is a science lab on the other end of this floor. We plan to use it for research, but you could share it with us for whatever you wish to do."</s> |
<|description|>Seiko Yung
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Seiko is...well, Loud, a bit obnoxious, and a tad but on the violent side. She'd love nothing more than to solve all of her problems with her wrench. She carries herself with a confidence that makes it a bit difficult for others to approach her on the streets.
However, she does value loyalty...but not to the school. She values Loyalty to ones friends, and ones self and would do anything for a friend in need. That is the only loyalty to her. Not to some bitch and her overzealous lapdogs that run a corrupt institution. She loves tinkering with vehicles and computers is a quite knowledgeable engineer. You want something fixed, she can fix it. You want a robot to dance in drag in do the hula? She can make it happen. If anyone so much as hurts one of her 'babies', there will be blood.
She does what she wants, when she wants and doesn't let the rules get in the way of that.
Brief History: Not much to say here, aside from a young age she was labeled as a computer and engineering genius. Coming from a family of scientists, this was really to be expected. Unfortunately, she had no intention of using her skills for the overall advancement of humans, rather she wanted to use them for her own purposes. Usually for some small creation or something to entertain her all of five minutes.
Her parents sent her to Snegoku in hopes of straitening her out...unfortunately, that only made it worse. She became a 'Delinquent', according to the school for continuous misconduct and misuse of the school property and her own talents.
Weapons:
The AT-AKM - or All Terrain Ass Kicking Machine. Or, TAK, as she affectionately calls her baby. Literally, this vehicle can go everywhere and can conveniently be folded to fit in her pockets, and with the press of a button can be instantly restored to its original size with a little smoke cloud for a distraction effect for a quick getaway.
An Unassuming Wrench - Her favorite wrench. This wrench doesn't really have much of a different to ordinary wrenches. However, it appears to be almost indestructible, and can hit anything with force enough to smash it to pieces. It can grow in size, proportionate to its power. Has a sticker of a purple bat on it. Always carries it with her.
Abilities:
TAK, is a versatile vehicle and houses almost an incomprehensible about of weapons. Not really an ability really, but its her main form of combat and weapon.
From side mounted miniguns to revolvers. Not to mention it can go anywhere, even up vertical walls via the use of thrusters and jets. Incredibly fast, with amazing control and steering capabilities. Incredibly durable as well, and can take quite a beating. can press a button to shrink down to a cube, and fit in her pocket so she can always carry it with her. Can also be remotely called if they get separated. Of course, it's rather limited in its use, since she has to be riding it to use any of its abilities.
Mechanics Wrench: Used for devastating melee attacks. Not used with much finesse, tends to just smash it into things. The larger it is, the more destructive power it has. Indoors, she uses this the most since she can't use TAK indoors that well.
Side?: Delinquent.
Club: N/A
"Down on your knees like the dog you are! Show your loyalty you piece of trash! Sengoku High School has no place for people who won't obey their Student Council President!"</s>
<|message|>Ray Mustang
"Illogical." Ray mumbled to himself despondently. Ray was torn, could he really try the Riemann Hypothesis today. It was said to be the hardest problem in the world, and he wanted to tackle it. Unfortunately, his brain kept reminding him that it would be illogical to try it. No matter how hard he tried, his brain would not let him work in the problem. Ray sighed, he knew he would have to try someday, he was considered a mathematical genius.
Ray took another bite of his lunch, for a Council Members and a Club Leader this food was amazing. He could not help but pity the delinquents, those who walked down the illogical path. Those who could not obey the rules of his school that the "choose" to attend. Ray could not help but laugh at the there predicament. While he enjoyed a 5-star level meal, the delinquents enjoyed food that was scraped of the side walk.
Logic is was governs our world, when you choose to go against logic, you always lose. Ray smiled, it was on of his own philosophys, one that he based his own life own. Delinquents choose to fight logic, so they lost, eating the food or the weak. Maybe on day, such ones will see the light. "Maybe." He mumbled to himself despondently.
Ray looked at the entrance to the cafeteria, the President was supposed to give a speech today. Ray sat upon the Student Council lunch table, which was not to far from the door. He picked at his food, things weren't going so well for the delinquents. The President was not in the best mood today, which was logical. Ray smiled, he felt bad for the delinquents, maybe he would pray for them.</s>
<|message|>Kakyotsuki Io
Eiyuu was certainly pleased that he had decided to be part of Sengoku's system by becoming the president of the video Game club. Yes, a meal was certainly the best company for a Street Fighter X Tekken match. Eiyuu had recently been hooked to that game. It wasn't good as many other games, that much was certain, but it at least had him entertained for a while. For a while, only though, as he looked at the screen and pressed buttons at an astonishing speed, his character was already unrivalled by anyone else, no matter what difficulty it was in. And he had just started it the day before that. Fighting games were short like that. Finishing yet another match of the Arcade mode before the rolling credits with a 'PERFECT' in his screen, he left his controller in the table and sighed. "How come things can get this boring this fast.... Hm.... I should get to fight someone in real life, I'm aching for it, now."
Being easily influenced by his games, Eiyuu was the type that just wanted to do what he had only recently done inside a game. Unfortunately, he was now aching for a fight, and he might be able to easily get one, given that the delinquents were aching for one. He might as well keep near the StuCo president, waiting for a fight to brew. Also, he might get to see her in a fight finally. Saying he was curious about what she could do would be an understatement.
Then, he decided to change the game and wait for the president to arrive. Today, he'll be near her, as much as he could, now that he knew a fight would come at any time. Having Juri's powers during a fight would be just great. And yes, he loved playing with women, even though sometimes his attires were less than pleasant to look at. "At least Juri's is a bit more decent. Last time as Ivy was not pretty, neither was it comforable..." He remembered the last time he fought with Soul Calibur in his controller. Never had he felt more uncomfortable in an attire, just because he used Ivy in his last fight.
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And then, there was Io. Her lunch was that of the trash students, given that she just refused to be part of a system like that. It was just a bit too idiotic, to think that was for the best and to think trash would stop being trash just because she fed her that. That stuck up bitch that called herself the Student Council president. Hence, Io brought her own lunch, ignoring completely the student fee towards bringing their own lunch. Io just couldn't care less, and having someone arrive to tell her off didn't make her any happier. She was eating a lunch box that seemed to have been made in heaven and towering just as far. And she had already eating a fair part of it, and was still digging in on it. Someone would most probably arrive and tell her off.
If they can go past her Yakuza thugs, that is. Surrounded by her family, Io calmly ate her lunch, with a book in the table, which she was calmly reading. The thugs seemed to be tough as tough can be, and able to go toe to toe against the disciplinary committee. At least, in reduced numbers. Io continued on eating, her faithful katana resting by her side. Well, it seemed to be a slow day today. Somehow, it was boring. The most interesting thing around was her book, and the many attacks between her thugs and the committee members. It was amusing to see either of them fly away.
Before long, and unexpectedly, Io had finished her lunch. She pushed the box away from her, before bowing and saying in a quiet voice, "Gochisou-sama. It was... delicious.... as heck." She then stood up and took her katana with her. She wasn't in the mood to be hearing the ojou-sama's speech. It was a real pain in the ass. "Get out... of my way.... you bastards..." She said to the thugs from her family.
"Yes, jou-chan!" They said, before moving aside and making a path for Io, keeping anyone who'd come near her out of range.
"Don't.... call me that. Just... call me... Io. I... fucking hate that.... word now." She quietly said again, before walking through the path opened to her by her Yauza family and making her way out of the cafeteria. No, where could she go to pass some time?</s>
| <|message|>Seiko Yung
Ah, lunch. Normally the most looked forward too time for any normal high school student. Food, socializing, getting out of class and being able to generally do whatever for however long the lunch period was. She supposed she should look forward to it too - there was good food and socializing to be had...as long as you were one of those dumbasses on the student council or one of the morons that conformed to their idiotic rules. Those who didn't? Well, they were stuck with something that could hardly be called 'food'.
Thankfully, for one such student by the name of Seiko Yung, she had never really been one to eat healthily anyways. As long as it got rid of her stomach complaining about the lack of food, she didn't particularly watch her diet too much. Truthfully, she'd rather be working on one of her babies right now instead of being cooped up in here. TAK could always use a tune-up or test drive. It was always fun to ride up the wall of the school too, just to piss off a certain little girl that fancied herself a tyrannical empress. If only TAK could be successfully maneuvered inside of the school hallways...maybe she should put him on a diet and trim him down a bit...
Seiko sighed, bored as she finished eating. She wanted to do something fun, but what? Everything had started to get so...boring. She needed to up the ante a but. Do something new and exciting...but what? She should probably leave before little miss empress started her speech though, unless she wanted to end up on the receiving end of the disciplinary committee. On the other hand though...
"Now there's an idea." She giggled quietly to herself. She had always pissed off the Disciplinary committee, but she had never gone after the head girl herself. Now how, was the best way to insult her? She had heard someone once say, the greatest insult you can give to your enemy is to ignore them. Perhaps that saying held some truth to it.
As she thought, the girl noticeably giggled to herself, thinking of all the possible outcomes that could come of this. Today announcement, was going to certainly be fun.</s> |
<|description|>Chiaya Sengoku.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: With less swords and more brooms.
Personality:
Chiaya possesses a calm, detached behaviour makes her come across as distant, and her devotion to the school building is certainly... a thing, but she is far from unsociable. Just a bit of an oddball, really. Conversing and serving the students with a warm smile, and punishing delinquents with a... not-so-warm smile, Chiaya is a staunch defender of the school, and the loyal students it shelters and nurtures.
Chiaya is always in control of her emotions, seemingly unresponsive to any insult thrown at her. Even when defending herself, her oddly serene demeanour can be a bit unnerving; this is probably a result of her need to be perfect and elegant at all times. Unless you so much as look at the school building funny. Then suddenly she becomes quite... terrifying. There is an urban legend that a delinquent made the mistake of spitting on a wall, and Chiaya literally brushed him from existence. Have fun verifying that one. Due to this obsession with her school, she tends to scrutinise the president's actions very carefully.
Of course, she has a few more oddities lumped in her being. Such as adopting the school's name as her surname. No one is even sure if 'Chiaya' is her real name, either. She may also be weak to sweet things, given her strong aversion to such food.
Brief History:
Weapons: Is capable of weaponising mops, brooms, tea trays, cutlery, and always seems to have at least one these things on hand.
Abilities:
Compulsive Maiding - Has perfected the art of serving others and keeping an area in impeccable condition. Any blemish foolish enough to flaunt its existence will soon be destroyed.
Broom Closet Of Babylon - Never seen without a broom, and often has other items on-hand, for cleaning and battling. Should Chiaya inexplicably find herself lacking in any cleaning materials, something will be lying around nearby for her to grab.
Perfection and Elegance - The ability to go about her daily duties without tripping over her own hair and clothes, and look damn good in the meantime.
RAMPAGE MODE! - Chiaya's anger has burst forth, and lost all reason, elegance and perfection! You can gauge her anger by the number of exclamation marks, growing stronger with each one.
Side?: Sengoku
Club(If Any): N/A</s>
<|message|>Kakyotsuki Io
Eiyuu was certainly pleased that he had decided to be part of Sengoku's system by becoming the president of the video Game club. Yes, a meal was certainly the best company for a Street Fighter X Tekken match. Eiyuu had recently been hooked to that game. It wasn't good as many other games, that much was certain, but it at least had him entertained for a while. For a while, only though, as he looked at the screen and pressed buttons at an astonishing speed, his character was already unrivalled by anyone else, no matter what difficulty it was in. And he had just started it the day before that. Fighting games were short like that. Finishing yet another match of the Arcade mode before the rolling credits with a 'PERFECT' in his screen, he left his controller in the table and sighed. "How come things can get this boring this fast.... Hm.... I should get to fight someone in real life, I'm aching for it, now."
Being easily influenced by his games, Eiyuu was the type that just wanted to do what he had only recently done inside a game. Unfortunately, he was now aching for a fight, and he might be able to easily get one, given that the delinquents were aching for one. He might as well keep near the StuCo president, waiting for a fight to brew. Also, he might get to see her in a fight finally. Saying he was curious about what she could do would be an understatement.
Then, he decided to change the game and wait for the president to arrive. Today, he'll be near her, as much as he could, now that he knew a fight would come at any time. Having Juri's powers during a fight would be just great. And yes, he loved playing with women, even though sometimes his attires were less than pleasant to look at. "At least Juri's is a bit more decent. Last time as Ivy was not pretty, neither was it comforable..." He remembered the last time he fought with Soul Calibur in his controller. Never had he felt more uncomfortable in an attire, just because he used Ivy in his last fight.
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And then, there was Io. Her lunch was that of the trash students, given that she just refused to be part of a system like that. It was just a bit too idiotic, to think that was for the best and to think trash would stop being trash just because she fed her that. That stuck up bitch that called herself the Student Council president. Hence, Io brought her own lunch, ignoring completely the student fee towards bringing their own lunch. Io just couldn't care less, and having someone arrive to tell her off didn't make her any happier. She was eating a lunch box that seemed to have been made in heaven and towering just as far. And she had already eating a fair part of it, and was still digging in on it. Someone would most probably arrive and tell her off.
If they can go past her Yakuza thugs, that is. Surrounded by her family, Io calmly ate her lunch, with a book in the table, which she was calmly reading. The thugs seemed to be tough as tough can be, and able to go toe to toe against the disciplinary committee. At least, in reduced numbers. Io continued on eating, her faithful katana resting by her side. Well, it seemed to be a slow day today. Somehow, it was boring. The most interesting thing around was her book, and the many attacks between her thugs and the committee members. It was amusing to see either of them fly away.
Before long, and unexpectedly, Io had finished her lunch. She pushed the box away from her, before bowing and saying in a quiet voice, "Gochisou-sama. It was... delicious.... as heck." She then stood up and took her katana with her. She wasn't in the mood to be hearing the ojou-sama's speech. It was a real pain in the ass. "Get out... of my way.... you bastards..." She said to the thugs from her family.
"Yes, jou-chan!" They said, before moving aside and making a path for Io, keeping anyone who'd come near her out of range.
"Don't.... call me that. Just... call me... Io. I... fucking hate that.... word now." She quietly said again, before walking through the path opened to her by her Yauza family and making her way out of the cafeteria. No, where could she go to pass some time?</s>
<|message|>Seiko Yung
Ah, lunch. Normally the most looked forward too time for any normal high school student. Food, socializing, getting out of class and being able to generally do whatever for however long the lunch period was. She supposed she should look forward to it too - there was good food and socializing to be had...as long as you were one of those dumbasses on the student council or one of the morons that conformed to their idiotic rules. Those who didn't? Well, they were stuck with something that could hardly be called 'food'.
Thankfully, for one such student by the name of Seiko Yung, she had never really been one to eat healthily anyways. As long as it got rid of her stomach complaining about the lack of food, she didn't particularly watch her diet too much. Truthfully, she'd rather be working on one of her babies right now instead of being cooped up in here. TAK could always use a tune-up or test drive. It was always fun to ride up the wall of the school too, just to piss off a certain little girl that fancied herself a tyrannical empress. If only TAK could be successfully maneuvered inside of the school hallways...maybe she should put him on a diet and trim him down a bit...
Seiko sighed, bored as she finished eating. She wanted to do something fun, but what? Everything had started to get so...boring. She needed to up the ante a but. Do something new and exciting...but what? She should probably leave before little miss empress started her speech though, unless she wanted to end up on the receiving end of the disciplinary committee. On the other hand though...
"Now there's an idea." She giggled quietly to herself. She had always pissed off the Disciplinary committee, but she had never gone after the head girl herself. Now how, was the best way to insult her? She had heard someone once say, the greatest insult you can give to your enemy is to ignore them. Perhaps that saying held some truth to it.
As she thought, the girl noticeably giggled to herself, thinking of all the possible outcomes that could come of this. Today announcement, was going to certainly be fun.</s>
<|message|>Ryuji Monshiro
Into the cafeteria strode Ryuji Monshiro, grace and confidence rolling from her petite form in near-palpable waves. Behind her followed her intimidating and ever-loyal butler, Herman Hellsing, walking with his head held high, yet ever-wary of potential threats to his mistress. Students caught sight of the elegant, silver-haired girl, and many soon rushed to her side, each trying to gain her attention for one reason or another. Hellsing tensed, but did not discourage their advance. If Monshiro was perturbed in any way by the sudden crowd, she did not show it, as she calmly answered each of the calls for her attention one by one.
"Mon-sama, can I get your tray for you?"
"Oh, no thank you, I'll be retrieving my own tray today"
"Monshiro-sama, I saved a seat for you."
"Thank you, that is very kind, but I have business with the student council this hour."
"M-Mon-sama! Please marry me!"
"If you're serious, you'll ask my father, brother and elder sister for my hand."
The crowd began to thin, and Monshiro made her way to the serving line. Students ahead of her bowed out of the way, allowing her to quickly make her way to the front. The student serving meals was quite tall, and quickly noticed Hellsing, stood to Monshiro's right. The student gave an uneasy glance to the butler, who returned his gaze with his signature sinister gleam in his eye. The student swallowed, now apprehensive, but brought himself to speak to the terrifying man.
"H-Hellsing-san, are you here for Mon-sama's tray?"
Hellsing said nothing, but casted a gaze down to his left, and a loud voice cleared its throat. "Ahem, down here."
The serving student looked down over the glass partition to notice Monshiro, whose mere 142 centimeters of height barely brought her into his peripheral vision. "O-Oh! Mon-sama, sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
"That's quite alright, no harm done."
"Here's your tray, we made sure you got something special today."
"You have my gratitude. Remind me of your name again?"
"Kumagi Mitsuru."
"I will not forget it."
With that, Monshiro departed the line with her tray, laden with various sweet pastries and fruits, and marched back toward the designated Student Council dining table, where she seated herself amiable in the middle. Hellsing stood behind her, still ever vigilant of the teeming numbers of students in the room. There seemed to be an unusually high number of unsavory types in the room for some reason, but Monshiro paid them little mind. She awaited the Student Council president's daily address, and the arrival of one Zaibatsumaru Ginko, a personage with whom she had business to discuss.
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In one dilapidated corner of the cafeteria, crowded around a few pushed-together tables, sat the gang known as the Sheer Heart Attacks. White leather, shining golden accessories, slick pompadours and surly dispositions marked the members of the notorious group. Fresh-faced juniors fluttered about the perimeter of the gathering, blooded members stood shoulder to shoulder, leaned on walls, or sat around lackadaisically, and the seniors sat together at the core of the gathering, with their leader, the man known as Crazy Diamond, at the very center. Banter and chatter prevailed, with members passing around cigarettes, bits of horrifying school lunches, or whatever packaged food or home-cooked meals they managed to smuggle in. Other students kept their distance, even disciplinary members; the Sheer Heart Attacks weren't some upstart group, they had a reputation, and knew how to put the squeeze on people when needed.
Despite the chaos at the gathering, Yoshikage Kintaro was unusually still. He rested his head on his tented hands, deep in thought. He usually only showed up at school two or three times a week, but today was special. Near-on the whole gang was in attendance, and so they had their full forces available for... something. Kintaro had received a cryptic invitation that one girl, Eiko, a sukeban with a reputation rougher than Kintaro's own. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was already apprehensive.</s>
| <|message|>Chiaya Sengoku.
The school's resident perfect and elegant maid, as was the usual for her, located not in the cafeteria, but in a classroom, cheerfully sweeping away at the floor, leaving nothing but sparkling brilliance behind her. The walls, windows, desks... basically, everything in the entire room was clean enough to eat off of. From errant pencils to the ceiling itself. The same was true for every other classroom she had visited up to that point.
Chiaya made one final sweep, dust and dirt seemingly vanishing into the aether once it made contact with her broom, and the maid admired her handiwork proudly. As always, it was an honour to serve her delightful school, and free it from the grime and stains that dared attach itself to the wonderful building.
Glancing at a clock on the wall, she sighed to herself. Once again she'd gotten so absorbed in her wonderful work that lunch was nearing its' end. And the President had another speech to give. If nothing else, Chiaya shouldn't miss that.
Stepping out of the classroom, Chiaya strode swiftly towards the cafeteria, movement unhindered at all by her dress's many layers, or her twintails that seemed to encircle her body with every movement.</s> |
<|description|>Chiaya Sengoku.
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: With less swords and more brooms.
Personality:
Chiaya possesses a calm, detached behaviour makes her come across as distant, and her devotion to the school building is certainly... a thing, but she is far from unsociable. Just a bit of an oddball, really. Conversing and serving the students with a warm smile, and punishing delinquents with a... not-so-warm smile, Chiaya is a staunch defender of the school, and the loyal students it shelters and nurtures.
Chiaya is always in control of her emotions, seemingly unresponsive to any insult thrown at her. Even when defending herself, her oddly serene demeanour can be a bit unnerving; this is probably a result of her need to be perfect and elegant at all times. Unless you so much as look at the school building funny. Then suddenly she becomes quite... terrifying. There is an urban legend that a delinquent made the mistake of spitting on a wall, and Chiaya literally brushed him from existence. Have fun verifying that one. Due to this obsession with her school, she tends to scrutinise the president's actions very carefully.
Of course, she has a few more oddities lumped in her being. Such as adopting the school's name as her surname. No one is even sure if 'Chiaya' is her real name, either. She may also be weak to sweet things, given her strong aversion to such food.
Brief History:
Weapons: Is capable of weaponising mops, brooms, tea trays, cutlery, and always seems to have at least one these things on hand.
Abilities:
Compulsive Maiding - Has perfected the art of serving others and keeping an area in impeccable condition. Any blemish foolish enough to flaunt its existence will soon be destroyed.
Broom Closet Of Babylon - Never seen without a broom, and often has other items on-hand, for cleaning and battling. Should Chiaya inexplicably find herself lacking in any cleaning materials, something will be lying around nearby for her to grab.
Perfection and Elegance - The ability to go about her daily duties without tripping over her own hair and clothes, and look damn good in the meantime.
RAMPAGE MODE! - Chiaya's anger has burst forth, and lost all reason, elegance and perfection! You can gauge her anger by the number of exclamation marks, growing stronger with each one.
Side?: Sengoku
Club(If Any): N/A</s>
<|message|>Lloyd Cumberbatch
That overly bubbly voice didn't need to tell him twice. He was already getting out of the cafeteria out of the risk that some giant meatloaf monster would burst through the walls at any split second. Ain't nobody got time for that! Still, it was a matter of whether or not he actually wanted to go or not. If he went to hear the queen talk a whole lot about nothing then he'd just be wasting his life there, but if he didn't go then he could only imagine how severe the punishment would be if they served food that hissed at the consumer. Either way he really didn't know where the stadium was so he figured at least he could follow the students just so he could learn the format of the school grounds a bit better.
That's when he saw someone do something incredibly stupid; a girl with a baseball bat charged towards the tanks that guarded the stadium. He stood there with his arms folded. "A man must pick his own battles. She's picking a losing battle, but do I walk by like common bystander or do I help her...? Oh fuck it." Shrugging, he loosened his black tie and with stupendous speed he sprinted so fast that he caught up to her seconds flat.
"Ello love, care for help?" His yellow eyes seemed to glow dimly as his 'Aura of a Man' through every fiber of his body.</s>
<|message|>Blair Crescendo
Blair enjoyed Seiko. She was fun and had a robot motorbike which to his positive mind was pretty much the coolest thing ever. Sure she could be a tiny bit snarky, but Blair never held that against her, he didn't tend hold anything against anyone really. While listening to Seiko Blair finished off his mango Hmmm, not as good as I was told. That disappointing. refocusing on Seiko he saw her take out little black box with a big, red, button on it. Grabbing a napkin to clean his fingers Blair watched the small box rotate on the tip of Seiko's finger. It looked like it was important and Blair would be lying to himself if he didn't find it tempting to try and push the button. But the box wasn't his so pulling himself together Blair put an arm around Seiko's shoulder and said.
"That doesn't sound like you Seiko, I don't think you would do anything particularly stupid. You are far too clever for that. So if you are doing it, it must not be stupid at all." letting go of Seiko, Blair was about to continue when intercom activated.
"All students, please drop what you are doing and immediately report to the Sengoku City stadium~" Ito! Maybe she would like some fruit. She's good with food."Punctually, please! Any trash who does not wish to hear Hirayama Chinatsu-sama's magnificent address can face the consequences~"
As the intercom message faded into the air a stray thought went through Blair's head I should ask someone if I can get in that intercom room one day... that would be fun. I could make music all over the school! turning to Seiko, Blair tried to put on his best 'serious gentleman' face and asked
"May I accompany the lovely Lady Seiko to the stadium where she can find the 'bunch of bullies and pushovers'?" And then he cracked. He couldn't do it. Blair doubled over trying to suppress his laughter and managing to only bring tears to his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry, I-I just can't hold such a straight face." catching his breath Blair stood up and picked up his fruit basket "Well we should still probably go. I'm gonna bring the fruit basket. Maybe Hirayama Chinatsu-sama would like a pineapple. It looks a bit like a crown, sorta, is kinda royal and I suppose she's kinda school royalty. Who knows? She might even smile and not a patronizing or condescending smile... what? I can dream. Or at least delude my self."</s>
<|message|>Chika Ishiguro
Her meal, while not gourmet, was still enough to make her fellow club members jealous. Some, in the past, had accused Chika of 'gaming the system', but she had made sure she was well within the rules. She had joined the Literature Club in her first year but had found its purpose laughable. Who CARED about READING books, Chika was more concerned with the words contained within them. Her fellow Literature Club members were more content with reading terrible books about...about silly supernatural things; and not even a single book by Fumiko Ishiguro, or ANY of the Ishiguro women. For shame. So of course Chika, after thoroughly researching the topic, formed the Etymology Club, a club devoted to words. There was crossover from the Literature Club which was why Chika was still technically a member, a ghost member for the most part, but it helped facilitate goodwill.
Either way, Chika was now entitled to a superior lunch so her plan had come together wonderfully.
Today's meal of choice was a rather salmon-pink looking dish served with a garnish of basil and eaten cold. Chika did so love her foreign cuisine, it made her feel so...fancy. And it afforded her a chance to stretch her vocabulary. Which was Chika's method of showing off.
"This is a salmon terrine, thanks for asking," No one had asked her, Chika was just speaking to the very clearly uninterested members of the club, "You might have assumed as such, being as you're all not single minded prehistoric troglodytes still confused by the concept of something as incandescent as a blazing inferno, but terrine is French, as is the dish in question. Terrine comes from the French word 'terrin' which means 'earthen' which, right around the eighteenth century, turned into 'terrine' or 'earthenware pot' to now having its culinary definition. Though I'm almost positive you don't make a terrine with a terrine!" Chika laughed at what she thought was a very clever play on words.
The others at her table laughed once they were aware a joke was made and they didn't want to face the wrath of Chika. Being scolded was one thing, but more than a handful of people at Chika's table would happily take being flung to the disciplinary office than listen to Chika's scolding lectures.
"Now then, where was I-" Chika, as she often was when she got onto her favorite topic, was cut off by the announcement. Though Chika would never say as much, Chinatsu-sama was the only one Chika would consider a worthy word rival, simply because of Chinatsu-sama's ability to hold the attention of a school. Granted, that was her position, but Chika was often impressed at that position. Not always in the selection of words, but then Chika was always fond of using the longer, more important words.
Regardless of personal thoughts, Chika, like the other attentive students, made for the Stadium. She tapped at the book clipped to her waist and the scroll of paper on her left...how easy it would be to avoid the traffic of student bodies...all she would have to do was 'levitate' or maybe even 'teleport'. No...teleporting could very well land her in the next city over for how well she could use that particular word.
Ho-hum, just a flight of fancy. Chika would shuffle along with the rest of them, but she was going to be getting a seat close enough to read lips. It helped in the study of words, after all.</s>
<|message|>Kakyotsuki Io
All right! Time for the every day speech of their dear president Chinatsu! Yaaaay.... Not really. Eiyuu lifted himself from the seat he was in and let out a heavy sigh. He ached for a fight, yes, but why the hell should they go all the way to the stadium!? It was a waste of time and resources, why couldn't she give her speech through the intercoms? Well, nothing he could do about it, honest. He preferred eating like a king while he played rather than defying the girl that called herself the 'Queen' of the school. Or at least, that's how Eiyuu saw her. Welp, he'd better hurry before they thought of him as a traitor. The disciplinary committee and just about anyone in general were so paranoid that they thought being late was an act of defiance.
He took his controller from the table and started walking towards the stadium. Or he would have done so, had it not been for his butter fingers that made his controller slip from his hands and him throwing himself to the ground to catch it. It almost seemed as if he was going in slow motion as he flew to catch the controller that slipped from his hands. "Noooo!" Sounding way more fired up than most times, upon catching the controller mid air, he rolled through the ground and kept it tightly against himself.
He then stood up and let out a relieved sigh when he saw that his controller had no major damage on it. Well, it was a relief. The first one was (probably) really expensive. He took good care of it, regardless, as there was no visible dent on it, as well as no kind of damage to the paint of it in the buttons. It was hard to tell whether it was used a lot or not. Regardless, Eiyuu decided to store it in the special pack inside his jacket that was somewhat of a norm in the video game club. That way, everyone would be able to carry their own controllers everywhere with them.
Eiyuu made his way to the stadium along with everyone else. "My, I hope the speech is as impressing as always. Well, knowing Chinatsu...-sama, I'm pretty sure it will, anyhow." He said, to whoever was standing beside him. He didn't really care for some small talk, it'd help him get things off his head, since he couldn't use his controller anyway. Last time, someone threatened him to stick something up his you-know-what.
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As many others, Io had already made her way outside, followed by her extremely big gang of Yakuza thugs. She made her way towards the stadium, but of course, 'trash', like her wasn't the type to be in those kinds of things. Besides, watching the whole speech with that bitch Chinatsu would merely piss her off. Then, she decided to go watch it through the panorama view of the school, though she had to live her gang in there. Maybe if they made a circle in which the center could be hardly seen, people would actually think that Io was still there.
"Bastards... get around me....!" She ordered them and they did just as they were ordered to. Surrounding her, Io was soon out of sight from everyone else, or maybe someone could see her head full of straight black hair if they got in their tiptoes perhaps. Regardless, Io took her katana out of its sheath and slashed the floor below her, using her ability and stepping into the rift she just created. She couldn't care less about what the disciplinary guys had to say about it, to be honest, and it wasn't as if anyone could see what she had done anyway.
She soon jumped out and was now in the rooftop. "Perfect...." She simply said, before settling down there, while hugging her katana, to watch everything from a hawk's point of view. It should be more entertaining and she would be able to jump faster into action if she could see everything from there. She hoped, at the very least.</s>
| <|message|>Chiaya Sengoku.
Aw, now there wasn't any time to eat. How tragic. Oh well, the announcement was far more important than a single meal, and Chiaya's stride did not falter as she re-routed to her new destination, throngs of students quickly joining her as they rightfully made their way to the stadium.
It was good to see so many of them behaving. Subservience to Sengoku was absolutely mandatory in one's life, if they wished to enjoy it. Unfortunately, there were a few undesirables that refused to acknowledge the blessing of being a student at this wonderful school, but fine. Let them make that silly mistake. They would be crushed by the strong.
...Speaking of undesirables, Chiaya noted a bat-wielding girl rushing towards the tanks, closely followed by red-headed boy. How unbelievably foolish of them. The maid considered letting them get inevitably crushed, either by the tanks - or the disciplinary committee, because whatever they planned on doing, it sure as hell wouldn't work.
Still, as a devoted member of Sengoku, she should probably make sure those two didn't get too... rowdy.
The perfect maid strode at her usual, relaxed pace towards them. An elegant servant would never run, after all.</s> |
<|description|>Blair Crescendo
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality:
Blair is very intimate, hugs being a common greeting, he will get in everyone's personal space wanting to be involved with everything and everyone, regardless of allegiance. Are you a Delinquent? Blair will give you a hug and ask "Hey, would you like to go dancing with me?" in the most wide-eyed innocent way possible. Are you a Sengoku Loyalist? Do not worry Blair will also give you a hug and ask "Hey, would you like to go dancing with me?" in the most wide-eyed innocent way possible. Blair wears his emotions on his sleeve, when his emotion peaks, either high or low, Soundtrack of Life activates involuntarily all but shouting his state of mind from the rooftops.
Blair isn't a fan of combat mainly because he doesn't like hurting people, preferring to be diplomatic about the situation. If diplomacy fails, Blair will try to run. If he can not run then Blair will fight, hard. Until he can run.
Brief History: Blair's father taught him to be friends with everyone, Blair's mother taught him that if he doesn't enjoy what he is doing, he is doing something wrong. These combination of factors led Blair to being classified as a Delinquent by default. Not because he felt like breaking the rules, beyond enjoying himself, not showing and all that good stuff, but because he wanted to be friends with everyone.
To further his goal of enjoying himself Blair made a forum where he could organise meet ups for dances and flash-mobs and generally make friends. Blair liked Sengoku High School, but hated the social divide. The Sengoku Loyalists disliked Blair being so friendly with them, since he was a second class citizen, and the Delinquents generally thought Blair was weird for acting so cosy with the Sengoku Loyalists despite being so obviously rebuked.
Weapons: A vintage chrome microphone and collapsible stand with the circle base snapped off. Blair uses the microphone like a bo-staff or mace depending on the length he extend the stand.
Abilities:
Dancing: Blair is a dancer. He follows no particular style or genre, if it is called dancing he is familiar with it.
Soundtrack of Life: The ability to make his life full of music. When active music starts to play emitting from Blair as if he is a Jukebox. This ability isn't always activated on purpose.
Sound Wave: Blair is able to manipulate sound in a destructive way, increasing his durability and the strength of his blows when used. There are a few ways in which Blair primarily uses Sound. The first is using super high frequency sound to add a shredding effect to his attacks or to channel through a conductive element to add to it's destructive power, such as his microphone. Another way is low frequency that has little surface effect, although still stronger than a simple punch, it grants Blair greater freedom of movement with the sound acting similar to an icebreaker ship cutting away air resistance. The last way is purely technique based, Blair is able to walk on almost any surface when focusing his sound in four equal directions to support himself, his best party trick is when he dances on water.
Side: Delinquent
Club(If Any): Nope
"Down on your knees like the dog you are! Show your loyalty you piece of trash! Sengoku High School has no place for people who won't obey their Student Council President!"</s>
<|message|>Seiko Yung
Ah, lunch. Normally the most looked forward too time for any normal high school student. Food, socializing, getting out of class and being able to generally do whatever for however long the lunch period was. She supposed she should look forward to it too - there was good food and socializing to be had...as long as you were one of those dumbasses on the student council or one of the morons that conformed to their idiotic rules. Those who didn't? Well, they were stuck with something that could hardly be called 'food'.
Thankfully, for one such student by the name of Seiko Yung, she had never really been one to eat healthily anyways. As long as it got rid of her stomach complaining about the lack of food, she didn't particularly watch her diet too much. Truthfully, she'd rather be working on one of her babies right now instead of being cooped up in here. TAK could always use a tune-up or test drive. It was always fun to ride up the wall of the school too, just to piss off a certain little girl that fancied herself a tyrannical empress. If only TAK could be successfully maneuvered inside of the school hallways...maybe she should put him on a diet and trim him down a bit...
Seiko sighed, bored as she finished eating. She wanted to do something fun, but what? Everything had started to get so...boring. She needed to up the ante a but. Do something new and exciting...but what? She should probably leave before little miss empress started her speech though, unless she wanted to end up on the receiving end of the disciplinary committee. On the other hand though...
"Now there's an idea." She giggled quietly to herself. She had always pissed off the Disciplinary committee, but she had never gone after the head girl herself. Now how, was the best way to insult her? She had heard someone once say, the greatest insult you can give to your enemy is to ignore them. Perhaps that saying held some truth to it.
As she thought, the girl noticeably giggled to herself, thinking of all the possible outcomes that could come of this. Today announcement, was going to certainly be fun.</s>
<|message|>Ryuji Monshiro
Into the cafeteria strode Ryuji Monshiro, grace and confidence rolling from her petite form in near-palpable waves. Behind her followed her intimidating and ever-loyal butler, Herman Hellsing, walking with his head held high, yet ever-wary of potential threats to his mistress. Students caught sight of the elegant, silver-haired girl, and many soon rushed to her side, each trying to gain her attention for one reason or another. Hellsing tensed, but did not discourage their advance. If Monshiro was perturbed in any way by the sudden crowd, she did not show it, as she calmly answered each of the calls for her attention one by one.
"Mon-sama, can I get your tray for you?"
"Oh, no thank you, I'll be retrieving my own tray today"
"Monshiro-sama, I saved a seat for you."
"Thank you, that is very kind, but I have business with the student council this hour."
"M-Mon-sama! Please marry me!"
"If you're serious, you'll ask my father, brother and elder sister for my hand."
The crowd began to thin, and Monshiro made her way to the serving line. Students ahead of her bowed out of the way, allowing her to quickly make her way to the front. The student serving meals was quite tall, and quickly noticed Hellsing, stood to Monshiro's right. The student gave an uneasy glance to the butler, who returned his gaze with his signature sinister gleam in his eye. The student swallowed, now apprehensive, but brought himself to speak to the terrifying man.
"H-Hellsing-san, are you here for Mon-sama's tray?"
Hellsing said nothing, but casted a gaze down to his left, and a loud voice cleared its throat. "Ahem, down here."
The serving student looked down over the glass partition to notice Monshiro, whose mere 142 centimeters of height barely brought her into his peripheral vision. "O-Oh! Mon-sama, sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
"That's quite alright, no harm done."
"Here's your tray, we made sure you got something special today."
"You have my gratitude. Remind me of your name again?"
"Kumagi Mitsuru."
"I will not forget it."
With that, Monshiro departed the line with her tray, laden with various sweet pastries and fruits, and marched back toward the designated Student Council dining table, where she seated herself amiable in the middle. Hellsing stood behind her, still ever vigilant of the teeming numbers of students in the room. There seemed to be an unusually high number of unsavory types in the room for some reason, but Monshiro paid them little mind. She awaited the Student Council president's daily address, and the arrival of one Zaibatsumaru Ginko, a personage with whom she had business to discuss.
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In one dilapidated corner of the cafeteria, crowded around a few pushed-together tables, sat the gang known as the Sheer Heart Attacks. White leather, shining golden accessories, slick pompadours and surly dispositions marked the members of the notorious group. Fresh-faced juniors fluttered about the perimeter of the gathering, blooded members stood shoulder to shoulder, leaned on walls, or sat around lackadaisically, and the seniors sat together at the core of the gathering, with their leader, the man known as Crazy Diamond, at the very center. Banter and chatter prevailed, with members passing around cigarettes, bits of horrifying school lunches, or whatever packaged food or home-cooked meals they managed to smuggle in. Other students kept their distance, even disciplinary members; the Sheer Heart Attacks weren't some upstart group, they had a reputation, and knew how to put the squeeze on people when needed.
Despite the chaos at the gathering, Yoshikage Kintaro was unusually still. He rested his head on his tented hands, deep in thought. He usually only showed up at school two or three times a week, but today was special. Near-on the whole gang was in attendance, and so they had their full forces available for... something. Kintaro had received a cryptic invitation that one girl, Eiko, a sukeban with a reputation rougher than Kintaro's own. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was already apprehensive.</s>
<|message|>Chiaya Sengoku.
The school's resident perfect and elegant maid, as was the usual for her, located not in the cafeteria, but in a classroom, cheerfully sweeping away at the floor, leaving nothing but sparkling brilliance behind her. The walls, windows, desks... basically, everything in the entire room was clean enough to eat off of. From errant pencils to the ceiling itself. The same was true for every other classroom she had visited up to that point.
Chiaya made one final sweep, dust and dirt seemingly vanishing into the aether once it made contact with her broom, and the maid admired her handiwork proudly. As always, it was an honour to serve her delightful school, and free it from the grime and stains that dared attach itself to the wonderful building.
Glancing at a clock on the wall, she sighed to herself. Once again she'd gotten so absorbed in her wonderful work that lunch was nearing its' end. And the President had another speech to give. If nothing else, Chiaya shouldn't miss that.
Stepping out of the classroom, Chiaya strode swiftly towards the cafeteria, movement unhindered at all by her dress's many layers, or her twintails that seemed to encircle her body with every movement.</s>
| <|message|>Blair Crescendo
Blair Crescendo thought himself a genius when it came to lunch. The cafeteria sucks at food, well his position meant that you it wasn't really food, something vaguely food shaped perhaps, Blair just called it the "not food", but bringing a fruit basket? Genius. I get food that doesn't taste like what the trash bag juice smells like, what could be better? Probably actual cooked food, but fruit is still nice. With his fruit basket in one hand Blair made his entrance, kicking the door open and announcing his presence with a short trumpet fanfare. Smiling broadly Blair heard a familiar giggle and saw the familiar back of the head and weaved his way towards them and gave them a hug.
"Heeeello Seiko. Would you like an apple? Or maybe aaaan… orange? Grapes? Maaango? Oh! How about a Pineapple? Those are pretty sweet." pointing out each one as he named them Blair finally releasing her and sat down next to the older girl, making himself comfortable. "I think I'll have a mango. I haven't had one before, but I have heard good things about them."
Taking a fruit knife carefully out of the basket Blair started peeling the mango, trying his best to keep the peel in a single piece. "How have you been, Seiko? Have you been having a good time? Making friends?" having successfully peeled the mango leaving the skin in one piece, coiled like a spring. Turning slightly to face Seiko with pride etched on Blair's face he announced.
"Success!... Mango's sure are sticky. Is there a proper way to eat a mango? Or do you just make a mess trying to eat it like an apple?"</s> |
<|description|>Chika Ishiguro
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Something Chika is not, which anyone who meets her for but a mere singular twinkling moment of time, is reticent, taciturn, diffident, timorous, and now the words are escaping the initial point; that point being that Chika would describe herself as being quite...garrulous. Others might use less flattering words, perhaps loquacious, or voluble which is a very roundabout way of saying that Chika likes to talk. Often. Frequently. About a subject matter that others usually do not care to hear about. The frequency and speed at which she communicates has often been described as 'nettlesome' or, if one is feeling particularly fancy, they will use 'vexatious', both appropriate terms for telling Chika how annoying she is being. It isn't even that Chika has her heart in the right place, she likes to talk and educate the masses precisely because she believes that none are quite on her level when it comes to vocabulary. Chika isn't unfriendly, it's just that most tend to find her insufferable and she has adapted to the point where she tells herself that she doesn't need friends who can't even compete with her in a game of Scrabble or whatever word games are available. Alas, for Chika might simply be...forlorn above all else.
Brief History: Ah, the commencement, the inception, the genesis, maybe even the conception if you're truly, truly interested, but so few are, and for obvious reasons. Nevertheless, Chika comes from a family of authors, on her mother's side of things, dating back to days when technology was sticks and stones and broken bones where words were able to hurt you. From poems to novels to short stories and everything inbetween, the Ishiguro women have a long family tree of being masters of the written word; written on paper from the very same family tree perhaps. Chika looks to continue that tradition, though she prefers verbalizing words rather than simply putting them onto paper in a fashion resembling a story. That's just a waste, words should be shared forcefully, not hidden away in bindings.
Chika enrolled in Sengoku City High School because it was her mother's alma matter and Chika, ostracised throughout her early school life, thought that it would be a place where bright minded individuals could coalesce and learn from one another. Instead she found it to be a place of order and respect which wasn't exactly unwelcome either. Either way, it afforded her the chance to refine her particular talents in an environment that was conducive to learning.
Chika is happy to wear the badge of Sengoku City High, both figuratively and literally, as it's a place where the Ishiguro legacy can continue; who wouldn't want to read about the exploits of Sengoku High's resident sesquipedalian?
Weapons: Apart from her vocabulary, which is tied into her weapon, Chika fights with what she refers to as The Lexicon, a book that acts as both dictionary and thesaurus. If someone were to open The Lexicon they would find its pages blank, but Chika is able to tap into its resources and knowledge thanks to The Notebook, which is a seemingly infinite scroll that she unravels while in combat. The Notebook is what is used to tap into the power that The Lexicon holds and one cannot work without the other, unless she was to simply turn The Lexicon into a blunt weapon, which would just be so barbaric.
Abilities: With the power of The Lexicon and The Notebook, Chika is able to literally turn words into weapons. Words that she writes down on The Notebook or words that she speaks when both Lexicon and Notebook are active are turned into offensive or defensive attacks. The longer a word is, the more effective it is when used, and double effectiveness if a word is used that fits the context - after all, no one likes someone who just uses big words for the sake of it. Each word has a different effect based on its definition or its etymology, and synonyms have the same effect across every definition. An example would be using the word 'conflagration' and unleashing fire from the bindings of The Lexicon or 'deluge' to use water. Words such as 'homicide' that relate to murder or killing have no effect on the living. Chika has yet to tap into the true power of words, but she's still learning how to master The Lexicon as she still is unable to use conjunctions to hook up words and phrases and clauses.
Side: Sengoku High School
Club: Etymology Club President and Literature Club Member
"Down on your knees like the dog you are! Show your loyalty you piece of trash! Sengoku High School has no place for people who won't obey their Student Council President!"</s>
<|message|>Fujioka Eiko
It was around then that the school's intercom let out a brief, sharp sound as it was activated. The voice that spoke through the system was bubbly and cheerful, a voice that many students would be familiar with. The ultra-rich Zaibatsumaru, the ultra-terrifying Matsudira, the ultra-scientific Daichi, it was another name on their level, a member of the student council who was often heard long before she was seen. The happy tone in her voice was a bit misleading given the way she could treat her fellow students.
"All students, please drop what you are doing and immediately report to the Sengoku City stadium~" said the voice of Ito Akiko. The tiny, silver-haired head of both the cooking and baking clubs. There were nuances to both that deemed their separation, according to her. The sweet voice and sweet behavior she often sported was deeply misleading, given that not only was she in charge of the process that created the 'food' served to the 'trash', but she was reportedly potentially one of the most terrifying students in the school, along with several of the student council members. Just why was a mystery to most, but it was known that she could turn from as sweet as her cakes to viciously sarcastic in seconds. "Punctually, please! Any trash who do not wish to hear Hirayama Chinatsu-sama's magnificent address can face the consequences~"
The Sengoku High School Stadium was the site of the Student Council President's mass addresses. It was vast, placed just slightly behind and central to the school itself. The structure of the stadium ensured that no-one was unable to hear Hirayama's voice.
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The announcement was loud enough for anyone to hear it, including those people on the outside. Eiko glanced behind herself. If her gang wasn't showing up now, they were going to be late and she was not in the mood for waiting... without any hesitation, she swung het bat forward and charge.
Take down the tanks and get right to the stadium. Eiko knew they wouldn't interrupt the address for this...
That's where the fun would begin.</s>
<|message|>Lloyd Cumberbatch
That overly bubbly voice didn't need to tell him twice. He was already getting out of the cafeteria out of the risk that some giant meatloaf monster would burst through the walls at any split second. Ain't nobody got time for that! Still, it was a matter of whether or not he actually wanted to go or not. If he went to hear the queen talk a whole lot about nothing then he'd just be wasting his life there, but if he didn't go then he could only imagine how severe the punishment would be if they served food that hissed at the consumer. Either way he really didn't know where the stadium was so he figured at least he could follow the students just so he could learn the format of the school grounds a bit better.
That's when he saw someone do something incredibly stupid; a girl with a baseball bat charged towards the tanks that guarded the stadium. He stood there with his arms folded. "A man must pick his own battles. She's picking a losing battle, but do I walk by like common bystander or do I help her...? Oh fuck it." Shrugging, he loosened his black tie and with stupendous speed he sprinted so fast that he caught up to her seconds flat.
"Ello love, care for help?" His yellow eyes seemed to glow dimly as his 'Aura of a Man' through every fiber of his body.</s>
<|message|>Blair Crescendo
Blair enjoyed Seiko. She was fun and had a robot motorbike which to his positive mind was pretty much the coolest thing ever. Sure she could be a tiny bit snarky, but Blair never held that against her, he didn't tend hold anything against anyone really. While listening to Seiko Blair finished off his mango Hmmm, not as good as I was told. That disappointing. refocusing on Seiko he saw her take out little black box with a big, red, button on it. Grabbing a napkin to clean his fingers Blair watched the small box rotate on the tip of Seiko's finger. It looked like it was important and Blair would be lying to himself if he didn't find it tempting to try and push the button. But the box wasn't his so pulling himself together Blair put an arm around Seiko's shoulder and said.
"That doesn't sound like you Seiko, I don't think you would do anything particularly stupid. You are far too clever for that. So if you are doing it, it must not be stupid at all." letting go of Seiko, Blair was about to continue when intercom activated.
"All students, please drop what you are doing and immediately report to the Sengoku City stadium~" Ito! Maybe she would like some fruit. She's good with food."Punctually, please! Any trash who does not wish to hear Hirayama Chinatsu-sama's magnificent address can face the consequences~"
As the intercom message faded into the air a stray thought went through Blair's head I should ask someone if I can get in that intercom room one day... that would be fun. I could make music all over the school! turning to Seiko, Blair tried to put on his best 'serious gentleman' face and asked
"May I accompany the lovely Lady Seiko to the stadium where she can find the 'bunch of bullies and pushovers'?" And then he cracked. He couldn't do it. Blair doubled over trying to suppress his laughter and managing to only bring tears to his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry, I-I just can't hold such a straight face." catching his breath Blair stood up and picked up his fruit basket "Well we should still probably go. I'm gonna bring the fruit basket. Maybe Hirayama Chinatsu-sama would like a pineapple. It looks a bit like a crown, sorta, is kinda royal and I suppose she's kinda school royalty. Who knows? She might even smile and not a patronizing or condescending smile... what? I can dream. Or at least delude my self."</s>
| <|message|>Chika Ishiguro
Her meal, while not gourmet, was still enough to make her fellow club members jealous. Some, in the past, had accused Chika of 'gaming the system', but she had made sure she was well within the rules. She had joined the Literature Club in her first year but had found its purpose laughable. Who CARED about READING books, Chika was more concerned with the words contained within them. Her fellow Literature Club members were more content with reading terrible books about...about silly supernatural things; and not even a single book by Fumiko Ishiguro, or ANY of the Ishiguro women. For shame. So of course Chika, after thoroughly researching the topic, formed the Etymology Club, a club devoted to words. There was crossover from the Literature Club which was why Chika was still technically a member, a ghost member for the most part, but it helped facilitate goodwill.
Either way, Chika was now entitled to a superior lunch so her plan had come together wonderfully.
Today's meal of choice was a rather salmon-pink looking dish served with a garnish of basil and eaten cold. Chika did so love her foreign cuisine, it made her feel so...fancy. And it afforded her a chance to stretch her vocabulary. Which was Chika's method of showing off.
"This is a salmon terrine, thanks for asking," No one had asked her, Chika was just speaking to the very clearly uninterested members of the club, "You might have assumed as such, being as you're all not single minded prehistoric troglodytes still confused by the concept of something as incandescent as a blazing inferno, but terrine is French, as is the dish in question. Terrine comes from the French word 'terrin' which means 'earthen' which, right around the eighteenth century, turned into 'terrine' or 'earthenware pot' to now having its culinary definition. Though I'm almost positive you don't make a terrine with a terrine!" Chika laughed at what she thought was a very clever play on words.
The others at her table laughed once they were aware a joke was made and they didn't want to face the wrath of Chika. Being scolded was one thing, but more than a handful of people at Chika's table would happily take being flung to the disciplinary office than listen to Chika's scolding lectures.
"Now then, where was I-" Chika, as she often was when she got onto her favorite topic, was cut off by the announcement. Though Chika would never say as much, Chinatsu-sama was the only one Chika would consider a worthy word rival, simply because of Chinatsu-sama's ability to hold the attention of a school. Granted, that was her position, but Chika was often impressed at that position. Not always in the selection of words, but then Chika was always fond of using the longer, more important words.
Regardless of personal thoughts, Chika, like the other attentive students, made for the Stadium. She tapped at the book clipped to her waist and the scroll of paper on her left...how easy it would be to avoid the traffic of student bodies...all she would have to do was 'levitate' or maybe even 'teleport'. No...teleporting could very well land her in the next city over for how well she could use that particular word.
Ho-hum, just a flight of fancy. Chika would shuffle along with the rest of them, but she was going to be getting a seat close enough to read lips. It helped in the study of words, after all.</s> |
<|description|>Absul Regnum
Absul Regnum - Chief Enforcer of the Disciplinary Committee
The Council Hound
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Absul is a man that demands and needs perfection in all aspects of his life. He is absorbed by symmetry and things relying upon the synchronization. He is in all things a man of order. Order must be maintained in order for anything to come from it. This is the motto he stands by and this how Absul's life plays out. As the Chief Enforcer of the Disciplinary Committee, this seems as an apt description for anyone in that position. Absul is afflicted with a severe case of Obsessive-Compulsive disorder which dictates his actions at all time. He had picked up numerous traits that he must continue left his order be broken. Other than that Absul is steadfastly loyal to Sengoku and his Council President.
Brief History:
Absul is not his birth name, more a name he took upon realizing what he was like. A manipulation of old latin, Absul crafted his name after leading a life of relatively simple leisure's and pleasures. The white décor of his room, the feeling of shaving down each pencil till they were the same size, simple and easy life. His need for order made him an apt student in physics, chemistry, maths and history. His need for perfect control also dictated his body. He was always training harder and harder to achieve some sort of misbegotten concept of perfection for him. The necessity for facts to fill in the blanks where the grey areas popped up, the order of his mind and body, was ingrained so deeply in his person that as his student life progressed, he was essentially a shoe in to be accepted in to Sengoku.
Here he found his calling. Here he found the position and power to enact control. Given his position, Absul relished in it and gave himself willingly and loyally to the plans of his President.
Weapons:
Yotō-hō(Ruling Law) – Ruling Law is a simple Katana, it's hilt wrapped in black and white leather. Its blade is decorated in sharp symmetrical designs and always perfectly sharp. It is nothing more and nothing less, just a way to dispense justice for Absul.
Abilities:
Order's Domain: Absul creates a zone in which he can create perfect order for himself. This allows him to bend the laws of his own body, increasing strength or speed and other bodily laws at any given time. He is unable to affect others and the effect is lost instantaneously when he loses focus upon keeping order, leaves the Domain, at the word of a superior or when he comes too close to breaking a law or rule. The Domain appears as a black and white interlocked pattern in a square that originates from his position.
Law-Breaker Sense: Absul is able to read a person's propensity to commit a crime or break a rule. People have varying states to him but anyone overr a certain threshold is instantly targeted.
Swift Justice: Absul is able to track people that have heightened law breaker state. He has been called The Council's Hound because of this.
Side?: Sengoku
Club: Chief Enforcer of the Disciplinary Committee
"Down on your knees like the dog you are! Show your loyalty you piece of trash! Sengoku High School has no place for people who won't obey their Student Council President!"</s>
<|message|>Chika Ishiguro
Her meal, while not gourmet, was still enough to make her fellow club members jealous. Some, in the past, had accused Chika of 'gaming the system', but she had made sure she was well within the rules. She had joined the Literature Club in her first year but had found its purpose laughable. Who CARED about READING books, Chika was more concerned with the words contained within them. Her fellow Literature Club members were more content with reading terrible books about...about silly supernatural things; and not even a single book by Fumiko Ishiguro, or ANY of the Ishiguro women. For shame. So of course Chika, after thoroughly researching the topic, formed the Etymology Club, a club devoted to words. There was crossover from the Literature Club which was why Chika was still technically a member, a ghost member for the most part, but it helped facilitate goodwill.
Either way, Chika was now entitled to a superior lunch so her plan had come together wonderfully.
Today's meal of choice was a rather salmon-pink looking dish served with a garnish of basil and eaten cold. Chika did so love her foreign cuisine, it made her feel so...fancy. And it afforded her a chance to stretch her vocabulary. Which was Chika's method of showing off.
"This is a salmon terrine, thanks for asking," No one had asked her, Chika was just speaking to the very clearly uninterested members of the club, "You might have assumed as such, being as you're all not single minded prehistoric troglodytes still confused by the concept of something as incandescent as a blazing inferno, but terrine is French, as is the dish in question. Terrine comes from the French word 'terrin' which means 'earthen' which, right around the eighteenth century, turned into 'terrine' or 'earthenware pot' to now having its culinary definition. Though I'm almost positive you don't make a terrine with a terrine!" Chika laughed at what she thought was a very clever play on words.
The others at her table laughed once they were aware a joke was made and they didn't want to face the wrath of Chika. Being scolded was one thing, but more than a handful of people at Chika's table would happily take being flung to the disciplinary office than listen to Chika's scolding lectures.
"Now then, where was I-" Chika, as she often was when she got onto her favorite topic, was cut off by the announcement. Though Chika would never say as much, Chinatsu-sama was the only one Chika would consider a worthy word rival, simply because of Chinatsu-sama's ability to hold the attention of a school. Granted, that was her position, but Chika was often impressed at that position. Not always in the selection of words, but then Chika was always fond of using the longer, more important words.
Regardless of personal thoughts, Chika, like the other attentive students, made for the Stadium. She tapped at the book clipped to her waist and the scroll of paper on her left...how easy it would be to avoid the traffic of student bodies...all she would have to do was 'levitate' or maybe even 'teleport'. No...teleporting could very well land her in the next city over for how well she could use that particular word.
Ho-hum, just a flight of fancy. Chika would shuffle along with the rest of them, but she was going to be getting a seat close enough to read lips. It helped in the study of words, after all.</s>
<|message|>Kakyotsuki Io
All right! Time for the every day speech of their dear president Chinatsu! Yaaaay.... Not really. Eiyuu lifted himself from the seat he was in and let out a heavy sigh. He ached for a fight, yes, but why the hell should they go all the way to the stadium!? It was a waste of time and resources, why couldn't she give her speech through the intercoms? Well, nothing he could do about it, honest. He preferred eating like a king while he played rather than defying the girl that called herself the 'Queen' of the school. Or at least, that's how Eiyuu saw her. Welp, he'd better hurry before they thought of him as a traitor. The disciplinary committee and just about anyone in general were so paranoid that they thought being late was an act of defiance.
He took his controller from the table and started walking towards the stadium. Or he would have done so, had it not been for his butter fingers that made his controller slip from his hands and him throwing himself to the ground to catch it. It almost seemed as if he was going in slow motion as he flew to catch the controller that slipped from his hands. "Noooo!" Sounding way more fired up than most times, upon catching the controller mid air, he rolled through the ground and kept it tightly against himself.
He then stood up and let out a relieved sigh when he saw that his controller had no major damage on it. Well, it was a relief. The first one was (probably) really expensive. He took good care of it, regardless, as there was no visible dent on it, as well as no kind of damage to the paint of it in the buttons. It was hard to tell whether it was used a lot or not. Regardless, Eiyuu decided to store it in the special pack inside his jacket that was somewhat of a norm in the video game club. That way, everyone would be able to carry their own controllers everywhere with them.
Eiyuu made his way to the stadium along with everyone else. "My, I hope the speech is as impressing as always. Well, knowing Chinatsu...-sama, I'm pretty sure it will, anyhow." He said, to whoever was standing beside him. He didn't really care for some small talk, it'd help him get things off his head, since he couldn't use his controller anyway. Last time, someone threatened him to stick something up his you-know-what.
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As many others, Io had already made her way outside, followed by her extremely big gang of Yakuza thugs. She made her way towards the stadium, but of course, 'trash', like her wasn't the type to be in those kinds of things. Besides, watching the whole speech with that bitch Chinatsu would merely piss her off. Then, she decided to go watch it through the panorama view of the school, though she had to live her gang in there. Maybe if they made a circle in which the center could be hardly seen, people would actually think that Io was still there.
"Bastards... get around me....!" She ordered them and they did just as they were ordered to. Surrounding her, Io was soon out of sight from everyone else, or maybe someone could see her head full of straight black hair if they got in their tiptoes perhaps. Regardless, Io took her katana out of its sheath and slashed the floor below her, using her ability and stepping into the rift she just created. She couldn't care less about what the disciplinary guys had to say about it, to be honest, and it wasn't as if anyone could see what she had done anyway.
She soon jumped out and was now in the rooftop. "Perfect...." She simply said, before settling down there, while hugging her katana, to watch everything from a hawk's point of view. It should be more entertaining and she would be able to jump faster into action if she could see everything from there. She hoped, at the very least.</s>
<|message|>Chiaya Sengoku.
Aw, now there wasn't any time to eat. How tragic. Oh well, the announcement was far more important than a single meal, and Chiaya's stride did not falter as she re-routed to her new destination, throngs of students quickly joining her as they rightfully made their way to the stadium.
It was good to see so many of them behaving. Subservience to Sengoku was absolutely mandatory in one's life, if they wished to enjoy it. Unfortunately, there were a few undesirables that refused to acknowledge the blessing of being a student at this wonderful school, but fine. Let them make that silly mistake. They would be crushed by the strong.
...Speaking of undesirables, Chiaya noted a bat-wielding girl rushing towards the tanks, closely followed by red-headed boy. How unbelievably foolish of them. The maid considered letting them get inevitably crushed, either by the tanks - or the disciplinary committee, because whatever they planned on doing, it sure as hell wouldn't work.
Still, as a devoted member of Sengoku, she should probably make sure those two didn't get too... rowdy.
The perfect maid strode at her usual, relaxed pace towards them. An elegant servant would never run, after all.</s>
| <|message|>Absul Regnum
Absul prowled the tables of the cafeteria. It was the easiest way to describe what he was doing. Hand on Yotō-hō, posture stock straight and his gait nothing less than the practised step of a military man, Absul breathed in the air gently. He could smell the delinquency that radiated from parts of the room. Namely from the group known as the "Sheer Heart Attacks". Absul's tongue played with the lip ring as he moved slowly and with methodical practice. Hushed whispers from the tables he walked by ushered his movements. Everyone knew about Absul's 'sense', and his ruthless loyalty to both his Committee Head and the President.
"Quiet, The Hound is close" came a gentle whisper of fear from a group that bordered on delinquency. Absul's piercing emerald eyes shot towards the group. His thumb pressed gently against the tsuba of his blade, the sharp sound of the blade unsheathing was enough to silence the whispering delinquents. Absul looked up to the table that held the Science Club, the raven haired man giving a short nod to the Club Head before continuing on his patrol. Absul liked things to exist in black and white, of the student council few saw this; but in Kaito, Ray and his own Club Head…he had found men that shared his need and compulsion for order. Absul's fingers began to tap against his blades tsuka, a simply repetitive thrumming. One two three four one two three four. The pattern engrained in his mind, the sound of a metronome.
As the PA system blared to life, Absul's mind wrenched. He could feel a large pull out of the cafeteria and towards the Stadium. He closed his eyes slowly, the blackness that hid behind his eyelids igniting with his read of the land. Delinquents blazed in the blackness as thick red pillars of flame. Loyalists were bright blue pillars of light. The rest in between, the Trash, were weak lights of varying colours. Absul saw to gouts of flames moving towards the brightest blue light. The president. Absul bit his tongue, copper washing over his taste buds before he gripped his katana and shot out of the cafeteria. He was pulled towards what seemed like a coming fight. He arrived quickly before a girl with a baseball bat and a red headed man.
Unsheathing Yotō-hō, Absul stood before the two. He pointed his blade at them and gave a short smile "Fujikowa Eiko, Lloyd Cumberbatch" he said gently, his voice soft as the wind slowly began to pick up "I suggest you rethink this course of action" he fell into a simple fighting stance, an index and middle finger wiping slowly up the blade before he held it in front of him "I will not be held responsible for any injuries or death."</s> |
<|description|>Jazz Berdeen
AGE: 19
GENDER:Female
ZONE: 2
PERSONALITY: Jazz is very quiet, collected, calm most of the time. She doesn't do anything irrational and thinks things through before she actually gets them done. She hates when people do things just off the win. She is very logical and does not like to go on impulse. She trusts her brain more than her gut or heart, which sometimes makes her a very monotone, blunt person. Once she gets to know a person, her better side comes out. She loves writing, singing, dancing, and anything that has to do with the arts.
HISTORY: She doesn't seem to talk about it much. All people really know is that she used to have a very large family and now it seems that she is all by herself. All she tells people is that there "was an accident in the lab where her father worked and now I'm by myself".
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL: Jazz is very tall for her age. She stands at about 5' 11" (she'll claim 6') and she is very slender, most of it begin muscle. She has very long black hair, going almost all the way down to her lower back and she has small hands and feet. She was a volleyball player earlier in her life, so she has larger thighs. She has very long arms due to swimming. She is very tan, due to surfing. She is the pure image of being a sporty girl. This is the closest image to her Jazz
* IN-ZONE: In both REM and Nexus, Jazz is very, very distinctly avian like. She has large, black wings protruding from her back and her hair turns to feathers. In Nexus, Jazz has her bird eyes and her hair of feathers and her wings, but she really does not have anything else. She grows only a few feet taller, not as a big as some others. Her nails only start coming on at the time, so she looks like a human-bird hybrid with extremely long, sharp fingernails.
In REM, she isn't much bigger than in Nexus. She stands at about eight feet tall and has almost a fifty foot wingspan. Her talons have fully come in on her nails and most of the back over her body is covered in feathers to help her fly. The feathers manipulate to cover her frontal regions(ones that don't want to be exposed), but they leave her collar bone and most of her legs exposed. She does not have a beak, but her eyes are now like bird eyes, allowing her to see farther away than normal and she has sharp, smaller teeth in her mouth than she did. She has armor that comes over her breasts and upper stomach and her bottom down to her knees. She also has a helmet that resembles a bird head.
POWERS
* NEXUS: In Nexus, she is not as fast as she normally is in REM form and she can't fly. Her eyesight is not as good in Nexus form, but she can still pack one heck of a punch. Because her talons are only partially out, they do not have poison on them as they do in REM form, but she can still cut people with them.
* REM: In REM form, she can fly as fast and almost as far as she wants to. She does need to rest every once in awhile though. Her talons, now fully formed, have a poison on them that if deposited into an open wound created by her talons, the creature will die almost immediately unless help is given immediately, to which she really only knows the cure for it. She is faster, both in the air and on the ground, in her REM form and she is very strong. She has light bones, which allows her to maneuver easier in the air and on the ground. She has the sight of a hawk in REM.
OTHER: She tends to keep a lot of secrets to herself.</s>
<|message|>Henry J. Olin
Miriam Grant
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Miriam heard Jared's response but could and did not respond, rather she slowed, reforming mid air to land on a roof top. She fell to the floor of the roof, her inertia keeping her moving forward as she hit the ceiling heels first. She leaned backwards into her landing to keep herself from toppling forwards. Her arms came out to balance herself as she came to a stop, and she snapped up to her full height once again. She turned to look at the one who had decided to come with, her orange eyes following his movements. He was fast. Faster than her over a long distance at least. She waved one of her arms in the air in an attempt to get him to land with her, or on a neighboring rooftop.
"Hey twinkletoes! Quick blowing the sky and land!"
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Henry Olin
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Henry groaned, wiping his maw with his forearm. He shook his head and put his hand on the side of his head that the Aggressor had struck with the lead pipe. Normally after he ate he would be back on his feet good as new, but it felt slowed this time, as if he had taken the blow a day or so ago rather than just the time of. He shook his head an attempted to ignore the pain as he staggered to his feet. He had eaten most of the aggressors he had just killed, but there was still some of the bodies left. Parts of the legs and arms and other parts that weren't as sought after, at least not in animals he was used to hunting. Parts like the skull if you get get through it, throat, torso and thighs... those were the good parts. He shook his body for a moment and did a small hop to try and get his blood flowing more. He looked over to the larger corpse he had just fed from and noticed that it's hand was still clenched around it's weapon, which had previously been used on him. It was what looked like a lead pipe, about two feet long. Not exactly the kind of thing you'd expect for someone Henry's size to use as a weapon but it was something.
He leaned down, groaning more because his head throbbed from the earlier strike, but picked up the weapon anyway. It was a bit heavier than he expected, but easily within the realms of his use. He smelt the corpses, taking in the aggressor's scents as to discern potential prey items from the other disinteresting creatures that lived in this plane. He turned around and noticed that there were still a few denizens watching him. He stood still for a second, watching to see how they would react, if they would attack like how the aggressors had or not.
There was a moment of silence, and seeing as that they were not threats, Henry slowly backed away to the end of the alley and into the street it connected to. The denizens grabbed what was left of the bodies and pulled them away into the crowd and out of his line of sight. He rubbed the small bump growing on his head again, and continued a slow pace down the street. Not too far away however, there was a bright flash, then a crack and some shouting about someone who was a scuba girl. He picked up his pace and followed the street down to where the noise was coming from. Another step forward and he was at figurative gunpoint. At literal electrical point. "Dont shoot, it's Henry." he said, raising his hands. "I came running when i heard the screeching and the shouting. And the lightning." he said, looking over Julian to the corpses that he had created. One was blackened and cooked and the other was... still fresh. Both were still good though. At least to him.
"You gonna eat that?" Henry said rhetorically, nodding over to the corpses. One of his biggest weaknesses was that he was always hungry. At least in REM form. His hunger was ever present in Nexus form as well, it seemed. He slid past Julian and moved the blackened corpse to get at what was left of the Denizen. Henry had no reservation for their lives, it seemed. Seeing them more as prey or a food source. He placed the lead pipe on the ground and began tearing into the body. He stopped in between bites to speak. "I heard you say something like... scuba girl. Are you looking for someone? I could track them."</s>
<|message|>Jared Swift
As usual, Jared had underestimated his speed and had gone soaring far past the point where Miriam had stopped. He seemed to be lacking a lot of control in this form; he was usually able to stop and start flying at will but was currently having trouble actually slowing down. It took him a couple more meters before he actually managed to regain control and come to a halt. Turning around, he attempted to gently propel himself towards the rooftop that Miriam was standing on, but still only just managed to land on the edge.
"Bloody hell..." He muttered, detesting this lack of control. He spun around to face his companion.
"Twinkletoes? Is that seriously the best you can come up with?" He teased. "I would have thought some sort of genie reference would have been more appropriate at least, considering my attire."
He looked her up and down almost imperceptibly. She was attractive, there was no denying that. However, he had a suspicion that she was actually a lot younger than she looked, and decided it was probably best to leave any thoughts of that nature right there.
"So, jailbait." He grinned. "You want to show me around? It's embarrassing to admit it, but I've never actually been low enough down to witness this beautiful city in it's entirety."</s>
<|message|>Kayla Kirby
Kayla Kirby
"Kid? Where are you?"
Kayla sat there for a while, taking deep breaths and trying to ignore the deep voice outside that kept calling for her. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, especially if it was one of the big monster-people. Deep breaths.
Kayla didn't know where she was, this was definitely an area of the city she hadn't been in before. The buildings were all much smaller, and farther in-between. She didn't know how to get to the area she knew- It could be anywhere, and she, at least, knew that this city was massi-
The scream was terrifying. It was unlike anything Kayla had ever heard, and sent shivers down her spine. That alone would have been enough for Kayla to brace herself even harder against the door she hadn't realized had a perfectly usable deadbolt, but the fact that it had been so(from what she could tell) close, that was enough to make her leap up from the door, run to the back of the room, and hide behind the counter there, shivering. Then, the voice called out again.
"Scuba girl. I don't know if you're from this Zone, but that was a damn Aggressor death cry. Move it, or you're on your own!"
Aggressor? Death Cry? What was he talking about? None of the flaming zombie people monsters she had fought in her dreams ever made screams like that. Aggressor, was that the name of them? She had just been calling them by what faces she imagined on them, followed by the suffix -zombie. Janice-zombie, Markuss-zombie. That sort of thing. The voice sounded worried- perhaps it wasn't one of the monster-people?
Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.
The vibrations started out soft, but became much more noticeable as whatever approached came closer. Or just started stomping. Something like that. The noise faded, and then stopped. Whatever had been approaching evidently went right past her. Or was faking it and was about to rip open the door and eat her. One of the two. Kayla compressed herself behind the counter a little more. She started hearing two people talking to each other, though it was muffled and she couldn't tell what was saying. One of them was definitely the deep voice from before, and the other sounded like someone that had just gotten braces. Were they friendly? To Kayla's experience, the girls with braces were usually very good friends. Kayla hadn't seen anyone with braces in the tunnel, though...
Curiosity overcame her fear, though the potential prospect of a friend certainly helped. She made her way back to the door, which, most unhelpfully, swung inwards. She made the most of it, though, and cracked the door open, trying to see what was going on. Unfortunately, the angle she was able to see through didn't reveal anything, so she was forced to open the door quite a bit more and stick her head out. She turned a bit, and spotted them about halfway down the block.
There was no girl with braces. There was only a massive, massive shirtless monster man that looked like it would love nothing more than to hunt, kill, skin, grill, and devour her, right after it was done eating its current victim. Additionally, there was a tall man in a cloak near him that was looking at him in disgust, but not running, or doing anything for that matter.
Kayla stared, stared in terror. Stared a little too long, because she saw, somehow, that the reptilian eyes of the monster crocodile had flicked from his meal to her. She couldn't tell if he really saw her, because that snapped her out of it so fast she closed the door with a bit of her hair stuck in it. She reopened it and pulled it out, then shut it again.
Now, Kayla needed an escape. She needed to get out of this building, and go somewhere where the killer crocodile couldn't find her. Her eyes darted around the room, and spotted a door, halfway hidden behind a shelf full of strange, multicolored glass cubes. In a flash, she was there, trying to pull the shelf away. It was extraordinarily heavy, even though it looked like it was made of simple glossy oak.
Try as she might, the shelf wouldn't budge. By now though, Kayla was in a wild panic, and couldn't find another way out of the shop. The stupid shelf just wouldn't move!</s>
| <|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz looks after the girl as they begin to roam the city. She makes sure to stay on the ground, that way the girl can keep up with her. She knew immediately that this girl was not from this Zone, especially considering that she now looked like a cyborg. So she obviously was not from Zone 2 either. She must be from the mysterious Zone 3. Jazz grins and flaps her large wingspan slightly, trying not to hit the buildings. She is very large, a little bit over eight feet. So she towers over the poor girl in front of her. Jazz wants to say something to the girl, but she does not know what to say.
They reach a large door and Lenora has no yield to just ripping it off its hinges. Jazz cringes at the sound, but she looks inside after the girl. She notices the Denizens, as well as the aggressors. She noticed that the Denizens seemed to be... eating the aggressor. She felt some bile rise up in her throat and she gagged quietly, turning away from the disgusting sight in front of her. Though she was very scientific, Jazz is more on the engineering science of things than the biology science. Jazz immediately looks back as the girl starts to approach the Denizens. She quickly puts a wing in front of her, hopefully stopping her. Jazz says quietly to her, "We should get out of here. Once they're through with the aggressor, they will probably notice us." Unfortunately with her now advanced hearing and sight, Jazz could see every detail on the aggressors body clearly, as well as hear the tearing and munching of the meat. Jazz shudders and says, "I would prefer not to be turned into bird soup, if that's okay with you."</s> |
<|description|>Ursula Elwyn
AGE: 22.
GENDER: Female.
ZONE: One.
PERSONALITY: Ursula is very much one to keep to herself. She speaks freely, but does not form attachment as readily. At her core she is a ponderous, deliberate creature, always locked in an almost trance-like state of thought. Some would call her a daydreamer from first glance, but a closer look would reveal very poignantly that there is much more than just recipes and imaginative folly going on up there. To call her 'ditzy' or 'klutzy' would be completely wrong, as she is actually quite intelligent and aware. A more accurate term would be 'space cadet', as most of her thoughts, which she frequently voices, tend to be outlandish and spring from outright fantasy at times, but given the recent developments it isn't hard to see what could possibly be spawning them. She usually gives people the benefit of the doubt, but holds a grudge like no one else. Crossing her once earns a heavy sentence in her book, to be exacted whenever is convenient to her. She seems to have a near-irresistible urge to sing, whistle or hum very frequently.
HISTORY: Ursula grew up in a disappointingly average family, two younger brothers along with her mother and father made five, and five they have remained for a number of years. Ursula was the kid with the headgear, the braces, the back brace. You name it, she had the works, and looked more like a very sad-looking set of building scaffolds than a kid for a while. Regardless, she and her family lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, in a nice house in a middle-class neighborhood, within a cul-de-sac that she could frequently be found having a great time with the other kids from the street and streets over. They would travel around in droves of 10-15, making local corner stores richer and dominating parks and playgrounds. It was there that she learned to skate and play the harmonica. Her childhood life was rather uneventful, though she definitely has a few stories to tell about it. Like how Bobby Dewitt once tried to eat a handful of worms, or how Morita Torres accidentally lit her quinceañera dress on fire two days before the actual event.
There is one event, however, that she never tells anyone about. No matter how much she is pushed and probed, she never mentions anything or speaks any ill will about Daria Jameson. Her best friend for years, they were inseparable like twins and just as terribly protective of each other. They would skate together, sing together, and play music for their families at birthdays and on holidays. Daria was the one that taught her guitar, learned Spanish with her and showed her how to do a kickflip. She was always there for her when she needed some kind words, when the other kids would tease her for her headgear. Daria was the one that stuck by her through everything, and drove her to pursue what she wanted for herself. School and everything else was uneventful as well, as Ursula and Daria leaned towards musical and culinary pursuits. Eventually, around the time of the Sophomore year, Ursula grew into a very attractive young woman, having her corrective braces removed.
Then came the end of high-school, and the beginning of tertiary education life. Ursula had secured a scholarship with her work, to the Texas Culinary Academy. As long as she's been able to work the oven and the stove, she's always wanted to open her own restaurant or bakery. The sad thing is that meant moving over a state and leaving everything behind. Many of the other kids hand the same problem, and as a result, they decided to have one last little hangout for old times sake. It was a noticeably tame gathering, no booze or drugs. Just plain old fun like always. As the hangout drew long into the hours of the night, Ursula felt it would do her good to take a walk through the moonlight to reflect. That is when Daria ambushed her. She spoke at a mile a minute, about how she was scared to see her go and how she didn't want to drift apart. Ursula did all she could to ease her worries, but there was only so much she could say. The girl who taught her and helped her learn so much was breaking down into tears in front of her.
Then she kissed her. To say that Ursula was struck dumb would be an understatement. Stutters and squeaks were all that she could manage as Daria apologised for her mistake and took off into the night. It took a while before Ursula realised that Daria had run off into the dark, away from the neighborhood and into the wild. She alerted all the people she could, the police even got called. Search teams went out, but didn't come back with Daria.
Weeks later, as Ursula was getting ready to begin the move to her dorm in Texas, reports arrived that they had found Daria. Or rather, they had found her body. In her panic, she had run out into the dark and fallen over the gnarled roots of a tree into a small ravine. She broke her neck in the fall and was covered by the earth at the edge of the ravine that she had disturbed, covering her and hiding her from the search parties. Ursula moved away with Daria's death on her conscience, and tried as well as she could to move on after the funeral. The sight of her weeping, panicked face still haunts her to this day.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL: Ursula is a girl of pale, smooth complexion, with skin riddled by freckles from her forehead all the way down to her feet. She stands at around 5'6". Her curly, wild hair is auburn and her large doe eyes are a pale hazel. Her face is an oval shape, she has full cheeks complete with some sweet dimples when she smiles, her button nose has a slight hump to it and her lips are full and soft. Her figure is one that her skinny, weedy former self would have only dreamed of. It is easy to see that she maintains a certain level of fitness through running or yoga, with a pear shaped physique, her hips flaring out in smooth curves and flowing into long legs. With an ample chest and a killer smile, she is used to receiving compliments, but tends to hide beneath baggier clothing. She wears a simple pair of black rimmed glasses at all times.
* IN-ZONE:
When in the Nexus, Ursula's clothing is always discarded and exchanged for tight wrappings of brown and grey fabrics, looking like a cross between a monk's robe and a high fashion dress. It is cut short, just above the knee, leaving a little bit of skin before her knee-high shin-guards can be seen above her bare feet. The clothing is tightly bound and shows off her figure in all its glory. Her head is covered by a wrapping of cloth, only allowing a few locks to show through. Dust, dirt and sand seem to swirl around her in barely noticeable quantities when she is in the Zone. Another notable feature is that her skin gains long, angular markings much like a bismuth mineral pattern, from her neck to her stomach and partially on her legs.
In REM, her skin takes on a color and shine similar to that of polished pearls, a flawless golden, impossibly smooth sheen. Her hair goes from being full auburn curls to a cold mane of waist-length silver, looking more like striated mercury than hair. Her features become more angular and her robes become more elaborate and elegant, covering her skin entirely and taking on an angular aesthetic. The collar rises high, almost up to her ears, and all remnants of flowing fabric are removed. From her shoulder-blades emerge craggy, symmetrical outcrops of rock, shooting out and up behind her, around 30 centimeters at a 45 degree angle. The only parts of her skin besides her face and hands that are uncovered by the brown and grey clothing are her feet.
POWERS
* NEXUS: As if by some cruel twist of fate, in her dreams, Ursula is able to move gravel, soil and stone with a thought and a flex of her muscles in the form of Geokinesis. This requires that she be in close proximity to some sort of earthen material, but she can make dirt and rocks leap up to 20 meters if she truly concentrates. She can compact, loosen, move through, shape and manipulate the earth in ways that suit her best given her situation at the time.
* REM: When in REM, Ursula's power shifts to be able to manipulate metals and alloys as if they were soldiers bending to her whim. Her control over the earth ramps up to great levels, being able to cause small tremors and draw from deeper down to volcanise the earth she summons with enough training, turning sand to glass and bringing up small spout of magma to use as ammunition when it becomes obsidian. When in REM, metal and earth will sometimes seem to jump reflexively to protect and react to threats around her, but this might just be Ursula's imagination.</s>
<|message|>Julian Maius
The conversation had long since died to a lull by the time the cafeteria doors opened once more. The procession of service bots indicated that it wasn't just another abductee and the fact that the man at the end didn't wear the scrubs every other occupant had on solidified that. He wondered if the robots would be able to do anything if there were some unhappy souls amongst the two hundred or so individuals around, but quickly surmised that other safety measures had been put in place. Thankfully the "presentation" got underway far quicker than the man in charge had arrived, otherwise Julian likely would have caused an incident. It was one thing to be kidnapped by an organization to face a very real threat. It was another to be kept waiting rather than be promptly briefed.
Although given how roundabout this Eli was making the explanation, the urge to interrupt and simply tell the man to get on with it was hard to clamp down on. A quiet sigh was had when the point was finally made and Julian raised his head as the room's lights flicked back on. With a shrug he stood up among the many still seated around him. "Suppose it's my home turf too." It was rare that Julian worked with others in the "dreamscape", so he didn't particularly care too much about the other volunteers. Still...
It'd be interesting to see what abilities the blonde manifested given she was from the third zone, and he'd yet to hear anything about it. The pudgy kid had his head on right he supposed, the questions were good ones, even if his attitude was rather cheerful for the morbid task ahead. He had no idea who Miriam was in the Zone given the drastic appearance shifts that could occur, so he reserved judgement. The last girl seemed to have her priorities mixed up and her head in the clouds, but, small frown aside, he kept quiet and turned his attention back to Eli.
Now hopefully this was done in a more timely manner than Eli had arrived.</s>
<|message|>Elias Winzer
Elias Winzer
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Good enough number of volunteers so far. Hopefully, more would chime in. Henry's questions (both of which he already knew the answers to, he just wanted to make a good impression on the new arrivals) would be a decent attention grabber. So, he began to speak aloud once more.
"Zone 1, you've got the Aggressors. Sure a lot of you in the red scrubs have seen them plenty of times. Flaming skin... usually. They carry guns, they travel in packs, and a good deal of them have got powers just the same as you. Surveillance team has picked up footage of several sub-types, most likely all of which you'll be encountering relatively soon."
"And what about the Nexus Projector?" Henry asked with a hint of a fake smile. He knew full well the answer they'd be given. Eli sighed before he continued.
"The Nexus Projector will allow any of you Zoners... that's the title we gave you... to enter a connected hub space between each of the three Zones. From there, you can step into any one you want, regardless if it's your home Zone or not. You can stay connected as long as you want, and the machine has a built-in, fail-safe ejection system that'll boot out anyone who's vitals on the other side get too low. That's all well and good... but there is one catch. The Nexus Projector puts you in a sort of pseudo-stasis in order to maintain a neural link with the surveillance and comm systems. So, you're not fully asleep. Because of that, your connection to the Zones is... a little weaker than usual. Don't know what that'll mean for you individually... but we'll find out in a bit so don't worry about it."
He crossed his arms again before continuing. "Any more questions, Olin?" He said aloud to the group, "Or can I get some more volunteers? C'mon, people!"</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm Graves
Malcolm listened intently to Elias and everyone else. So this was sort of like joining the army? Well, maybe not but I guess it's how he'll help the earth defend against the invasion and that was enough to bring Malcolm on board for the project. Then was the call for volunteers and four or five had already put their name down. "I'm in too!" Malcolm called, being one of the first with the number three on their shirt. The red city sounded nothing like Malcolm had faced before when he dreamt, so like any boxer should think, this will be a chance to improve himself as a fighter with a new environment and new opponents.</s>
| <|message|>Ursula Elwyn
With a slight jump, Ursula vaulted back to lucidity, suddenly very much aware of her surroundings and the sheer amount of people that had been packed into this cafeteria along with her. A quick push of her glasses allowed her to scan the surroundings and find that quite a few were dressed in similar scrubs to her. Black and red, with a large number 1 on the arm. Others were dressed in scrubs with the numbers 2 and 3 on them. Zoners? Nexus Projector? The severity of the invasion threat was not lost to her, but these words were flying right over her head entirely, leaving her to sit in her seat and softly mutter a drawn out 'uhhhhhhhhhhhh' to herself. She breathed in and out rapidly, beginning to sweat and panic once again as her glasses fogged up from her rising body heat. The mention of her family only served to accelerate this process, very nearly bringing her to weeping tears. Her family was being 'taken care of'? What was happening to them? What were they going to take care of? Is this some terrible organised bloodsport deal? Was she going to be released into the wilderness to be hunted as the most dangerous game? She felt sick. She felt her stomach lurching and moving erratically as her mind raced.
With a desperate leap, Ursula kept her head lower than the others around her and looked for the nearest trash receptacle. With a wet retch, she promptly voided her stomach of her previous meal and a small amount of her stomach acid. Her throat burned and stung as she slumped against the wall, managing to slur out in a quiet, pathetic tone, "Is my family dead? Are they dead?" Her voice was soft and shaking with panic. She was familiar with Aggressors, the red-skinned terrors that seemed to be spawned from her worst nightmares. She could play this game, if it meant her family would be safe. She stood slowly, ignorant of the looks of pity and disgust she was receiving.
And then she raised her hand.
"I submit myself. Just don't hurt my family. Please."</s> |
<|description|>Ursula Elwyn
AGE: 22.
GENDER: Female.
ZONE: One.
PERSONALITY: Ursula is very much one to keep to herself. She speaks freely, but does not form attachment as readily. At her core she is a ponderous, deliberate creature, always locked in an almost trance-like state of thought. Some would call her a daydreamer from first glance, but a closer look would reveal very poignantly that there is much more than just recipes and imaginative folly going on up there. To call her 'ditzy' or 'klutzy' would be completely wrong, as she is actually quite intelligent and aware. A more accurate term would be 'space cadet', as most of her thoughts, which she frequently voices, tend to be outlandish and spring from outright fantasy at times, but given the recent developments it isn't hard to see what could possibly be spawning them. She usually gives people the benefit of the doubt, but holds a grudge like no one else. Crossing her once earns a heavy sentence in her book, to be exacted whenever is convenient to her. She seems to have a near-irresistible urge to sing, whistle or hum very frequently.
HISTORY: Ursula grew up in a disappointingly average family, two younger brothers along with her mother and father made five, and five they have remained for a number of years. Ursula was the kid with the headgear, the braces, the back brace. You name it, she had the works, and looked more like a very sad-looking set of building scaffolds than a kid for a while. Regardless, she and her family lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, in a nice house in a middle-class neighborhood, within a cul-de-sac that she could frequently be found having a great time with the other kids from the street and streets over. They would travel around in droves of 10-15, making local corner stores richer and dominating parks and playgrounds. It was there that she learned to skate and play the harmonica. Her childhood life was rather uneventful, though she definitely has a few stories to tell about it. Like how Bobby Dewitt once tried to eat a handful of worms, or how Morita Torres accidentally lit her quinceañera dress on fire two days before the actual event.
There is one event, however, that she never tells anyone about. No matter how much she is pushed and probed, she never mentions anything or speaks any ill will about Daria Jameson. Her best friend for years, they were inseparable like twins and just as terribly protective of each other. They would skate together, sing together, and play music for their families at birthdays and on holidays. Daria was the one that taught her guitar, learned Spanish with her and showed her how to do a kickflip. She was always there for her when she needed some kind words, when the other kids would tease her for her headgear. Daria was the one that stuck by her through everything, and drove her to pursue what she wanted for herself. School and everything else was uneventful as well, as Ursula and Daria leaned towards musical and culinary pursuits. Eventually, around the time of the Sophomore year, Ursula grew into a very attractive young woman, having her corrective braces removed.
Then came the end of high-school, and the beginning of tertiary education life. Ursula had secured a scholarship with her work, to the Texas Culinary Academy. As long as she's been able to work the oven and the stove, she's always wanted to open her own restaurant or bakery. The sad thing is that meant moving over a state and leaving everything behind. Many of the other kids hand the same problem, and as a result, they decided to have one last little hangout for old times sake. It was a noticeably tame gathering, no booze or drugs. Just plain old fun like always. As the hangout drew long into the hours of the night, Ursula felt it would do her good to take a walk through the moonlight to reflect. That is when Daria ambushed her. She spoke at a mile a minute, about how she was scared to see her go and how she didn't want to drift apart. Ursula did all she could to ease her worries, but there was only so much she could say. The girl who taught her and helped her learn so much was breaking down into tears in front of her.
Then she kissed her. To say that Ursula was struck dumb would be an understatement. Stutters and squeaks were all that she could manage as Daria apologised for her mistake and took off into the night. It took a while before Ursula realised that Daria had run off into the dark, away from the neighborhood and into the wild. She alerted all the people she could, the police even got called. Search teams went out, but didn't come back with Daria.
Weeks later, as Ursula was getting ready to begin the move to her dorm in Texas, reports arrived that they had found Daria. Or rather, they had found her body. In her panic, she had run out into the dark and fallen over the gnarled roots of a tree into a small ravine. She broke her neck in the fall and was covered by the earth at the edge of the ravine that she had disturbed, covering her and hiding her from the search parties. Ursula moved away with Daria's death on her conscience, and tried as well as she could to move on after the funeral. The sight of her weeping, panicked face still haunts her to this day.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL: Ursula is a girl of pale, smooth complexion, with skin riddled by freckles from her forehead all the way down to her feet. She stands at around 5'6". Her curly, wild hair is auburn and her large doe eyes are a pale hazel. Her face is an oval shape, she has full cheeks complete with some sweet dimples when she smiles, her button nose has a slight hump to it and her lips are full and soft. Her figure is one that her skinny, weedy former self would have only dreamed of. It is easy to see that she maintains a certain level of fitness through running or yoga, with a pear shaped physique, her hips flaring out in smooth curves and flowing into long legs. With an ample chest and a killer smile, she is used to receiving compliments, but tends to hide beneath baggier clothing. She wears a simple pair of black rimmed glasses at all times.
* IN-ZONE:
When in the Nexus, Ursula's clothing is always discarded and exchanged for tight wrappings of brown and grey fabrics, looking like a cross between a monk's robe and a high fashion dress. It is cut short, just above the knee, leaving a little bit of skin before her knee-high shin-guards can be seen above her bare feet. The clothing is tightly bound and shows off her figure in all its glory. Her head is covered by a wrapping of cloth, only allowing a few locks to show through. Dust, dirt and sand seem to swirl around her in barely noticeable quantities when she is in the Zone. Another notable feature is that her skin gains long, angular markings much like a bismuth mineral pattern, from her neck to her stomach and partially on her legs.
In REM, her skin takes on a color and shine similar to that of polished pearls, a flawless golden, impossibly smooth sheen. Her hair goes from being full auburn curls to a cold mane of waist-length silver, looking more like striated mercury than hair. Her features become more angular and her robes become more elaborate and elegant, covering her skin entirely and taking on an angular aesthetic. The collar rises high, almost up to her ears, and all remnants of flowing fabric are removed. From her shoulder-blades emerge craggy, symmetrical outcrops of rock, shooting out and up behind her, around 30 centimeters at a 45 degree angle. The only parts of her skin besides her face and hands that are uncovered by the brown and grey clothing are her feet.
POWERS
* NEXUS: As if by some cruel twist of fate, in her dreams, Ursula is able to move gravel, soil and stone with a thought and a flex of her muscles in the form of Geokinesis. This requires that she be in close proximity to some sort of earthen material, but she can make dirt and rocks leap up to 20 meters if she truly concentrates. She can compact, loosen, move through, shape and manipulate the earth in ways that suit her best given her situation at the time.
* REM: When in REM, Ursula's power shifts to be able to manipulate metals and alloys as if they were soldiers bending to her whim. Her control over the earth ramps up to great levels, being able to cause small tremors and draw from deeper down to volcanise the earth she summons with enough training, turning sand to glass and bringing up small spout of magma to use as ammunition when it becomes obsidian. When in REM, metal and earth will sometimes seem to jump reflexively to protect and react to threats around her, but this might just be Ursula's imagination.</s>
<|message|>Lenora Puglisevic
Lenora Puglisevic
Lenora looked sideways at the red barrier and reached out a hand to tap at it. She didn't actually touch it, instead hovering her hand nervously over the surface. After a moment, she decided that if she was in for the penny, she might as well be in for the pound. If she had come this far - following the video instructions, volunteering in the cafeteria, sitting in the stasis chair - then there was no advantage in baulking at a weird mental portal room. So, she squared her shoulders and walked through the wall and into the red city beyond.
The blonde stumbled as she walked through, as her centre of gravity changed from one step to the next. She was about the same height in both forms, but her real-world form was much bulkier. In the dream-world, she was all long gangly limbs, uncomfortably spider-like in her layered grey poly-urethane costume. There was also the imbalance created by her one skeletal, over-long metal arm. Lenora was normally more comfortable in her own flesh and metal than this, though. As soon as she entered Zone 1, she was aware of the malfunctions.
Her senses were duller than they were supposed to be - though still much better than in the waking world. The static was a problem, though. Her copper eye was not displaying correctly, throwing static across her field of vision. She really wished she had an eyelid on that side so that she could close it and concentrate on her silver eye.
She was tapping at the eye in question when the bird-woman asked if anyone wanted to go exploring. Maybe there was something stuck in the socket, shorting out the electrical signals? Static vision really distracting.
"I think exploring will be a good use for my time," she said, nodding sharply at the Zone 2er. She started jogging into the city, holding her long arm folded in front of her chest so that the swinging didn't throw off her balance as she ran. "I would like to get a closer look at some of the Denizens," she called.
Putting action to her words, the cyborg jogged off between two buildings, one a long low warehouse looking structure and the other a multi-story building, like a small office building. Nora didn't spare any thoughts for things like "property damage" or "trespassing." They had never really been issues in her home Zone, and she didn't plan to let them become such here. So, she didn't hesitate before ripping one of the big red metal doors off its hinges with her long arm and skittering in after tossing it to the side.
Perhaps she should have hesitated. The sight before her was just bizarre, even by the standards of how this day had been going so far. There was a huge, high ceilinged room immediately inside the door she had violated. The room was populated by at least a dozen denizens - their smoky outlines made them kind of hard to count - and one of the burning red aggressors. The dark, smoky forms were gathered around the larger one, which was on the ground and not moving. And as she watched, fascinated, one of them ripped a chunk of meat away from a gaping wound across the aggressor's abdomen and... ate it? It was kind of hard to tell, with their foggy outlines. Two more of the denizens ripped chunks off, one tearing a long strip from one of the aggressor's arms while the other one dug both hands into the abdominal wound. They were definately eating it.
Fascinated, she moved closer. She was dying to know what an aggressor's innards looked like.</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm listened to what she had to say. "You're right, let's try and find it first before we try anything." Malcolm said to the women as they made their way down a street in the city. "And hopefully it does just find some grass to eat." He said with a smile. His eyes kept darting around looking for a power source. "I need some electricity first so I can supercharge these." Malcolm said, clenching his metal fists to illustrate them. "Just where?" He asked, more of a question to himself but either way. "Oh yeah! He suddenly remembered he didn't introduce himself. "I'm Malcolm by the way."</s>
| <|message|>Ursula Elwyn
Ursula returned the smile in kind. This boy seemed rather friendly, and that would be more than okay with her outside in the normal world, but something about being in the Zone and the Nexus situation threw her off. For now, she erred on the side of caution and remained wary of the entire situation. She spoke plainly, tone rather nonchalant, "Nice meetin' you, Mal. I'm partial to being called Ursula, since its my name and all. Hahaha..." Her laughter weened off into a drawn out whine, a pathetic attempt to bridge the uncomfortable silence. At the mention and showing of his gauntlets, she pondered out loud to him. "Well, if you follow power-lines around, they usually link up to a transformer or a pylon. There are also those sidewalk power boxes that you could probably bust open like a roasted walnut..." She stopped for a moment to slam her foot on the ground, reporting back with, "As for underground power, may as well be Atlantis to me. No idea where they are. Seems like the power boxes would be your best be-"
The dying cry of an Aggressor made Ursula turn her head so fast that she could feel the tendons in her neck straining to keep up, skirt whirling excitedly as she swivelled on the spot to assess where it was coming from. A death call meant that more might be on the way soon. Maybe it had something to do with the terrifying goatman, maybe it had found an opponent to go toe-to-toe with. She pointed in the general direction of the noise and looked to her new companion Malcolm. "Oooooooohhhhhh that isn't good. Not good at all. That could be that goat-thing. Could be someone ate some bad enchilada. Sounds a lot like bad enchilada." With no further word, she moved forward, bare feet kicking up dust as she hopped towards the noise. "We can find you a juice station on the way, or there if we are lucky. Come on, Mal."</s> |
<|description|>Ursula Elwyn
AGE: 22.
GENDER: Female.
ZONE: One.
PERSONALITY: Ursula is very much one to keep to herself. She speaks freely, but does not form attachment as readily. At her core she is a ponderous, deliberate creature, always locked in an almost trance-like state of thought. Some would call her a daydreamer from first glance, but a closer look would reveal very poignantly that there is much more than just recipes and imaginative folly going on up there. To call her 'ditzy' or 'klutzy' would be completely wrong, as she is actually quite intelligent and aware. A more accurate term would be 'space cadet', as most of her thoughts, which she frequently voices, tend to be outlandish and spring from outright fantasy at times, but given the recent developments it isn't hard to see what could possibly be spawning them. She usually gives people the benefit of the doubt, but holds a grudge like no one else. Crossing her once earns a heavy sentence in her book, to be exacted whenever is convenient to her. She seems to have a near-irresistible urge to sing, whistle or hum very frequently.
HISTORY: Ursula grew up in a disappointingly average family, two younger brothers along with her mother and father made five, and five they have remained for a number of years. Ursula was the kid with the headgear, the braces, the back brace. You name it, she had the works, and looked more like a very sad-looking set of building scaffolds than a kid for a while. Regardless, she and her family lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, in a nice house in a middle-class neighborhood, within a cul-de-sac that she could frequently be found having a great time with the other kids from the street and streets over. They would travel around in droves of 10-15, making local corner stores richer and dominating parks and playgrounds. It was there that she learned to skate and play the harmonica. Her childhood life was rather uneventful, though she definitely has a few stories to tell about it. Like how Bobby Dewitt once tried to eat a handful of worms, or how Morita Torres accidentally lit her quinceañera dress on fire two days before the actual event.
There is one event, however, that she never tells anyone about. No matter how much she is pushed and probed, she never mentions anything or speaks any ill will about Daria Jameson. Her best friend for years, they were inseparable like twins and just as terribly protective of each other. They would skate together, sing together, and play music for their families at birthdays and on holidays. Daria was the one that taught her guitar, learned Spanish with her and showed her how to do a kickflip. She was always there for her when she needed some kind words, when the other kids would tease her for her headgear. Daria was the one that stuck by her through everything, and drove her to pursue what she wanted for herself. School and everything else was uneventful as well, as Ursula and Daria leaned towards musical and culinary pursuits. Eventually, around the time of the Sophomore year, Ursula grew into a very attractive young woman, having her corrective braces removed.
Then came the end of high-school, and the beginning of tertiary education life. Ursula had secured a scholarship with her work, to the Texas Culinary Academy. As long as she's been able to work the oven and the stove, she's always wanted to open her own restaurant or bakery. The sad thing is that meant moving over a state and leaving everything behind. Many of the other kids hand the same problem, and as a result, they decided to have one last little hangout for old times sake. It was a noticeably tame gathering, no booze or drugs. Just plain old fun like always. As the hangout drew long into the hours of the night, Ursula felt it would do her good to take a walk through the moonlight to reflect. That is when Daria ambushed her. She spoke at a mile a minute, about how she was scared to see her go and how she didn't want to drift apart. Ursula did all she could to ease her worries, but there was only so much she could say. The girl who taught her and helped her learn so much was breaking down into tears in front of her.
Then she kissed her. To say that Ursula was struck dumb would be an understatement. Stutters and squeaks were all that she could manage as Daria apologised for her mistake and took off into the night. It took a while before Ursula realised that Daria had run off into the dark, away from the neighborhood and into the wild. She alerted all the people she could, the police even got called. Search teams went out, but didn't come back with Daria.
Weeks later, as Ursula was getting ready to begin the move to her dorm in Texas, reports arrived that they had found Daria. Or rather, they had found her body. In her panic, she had run out into the dark and fallen over the gnarled roots of a tree into a small ravine. She broke her neck in the fall and was covered by the earth at the edge of the ravine that she had disturbed, covering her and hiding her from the search parties. Ursula moved away with Daria's death on her conscience, and tried as well as she could to move on after the funeral. The sight of her weeping, panicked face still haunts her to this day.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL: Ursula is a girl of pale, smooth complexion, with skin riddled by freckles from her forehead all the way down to her feet. She stands at around 5'6". Her curly, wild hair is auburn and her large doe eyes are a pale hazel. Her face is an oval shape, she has full cheeks complete with some sweet dimples when she smiles, her button nose has a slight hump to it and her lips are full and soft. Her figure is one that her skinny, weedy former self would have only dreamed of. It is easy to see that she maintains a certain level of fitness through running or yoga, with a pear shaped physique, her hips flaring out in smooth curves and flowing into long legs. With an ample chest and a killer smile, she is used to receiving compliments, but tends to hide beneath baggier clothing. She wears a simple pair of black rimmed glasses at all times.
* IN-ZONE:
When in the Nexus, Ursula's clothing is always discarded and exchanged for tight wrappings of brown and grey fabrics, looking like a cross between a monk's robe and a high fashion dress. It is cut short, just above the knee, leaving a little bit of skin before her knee-high shin-guards can be seen above her bare feet. The clothing is tightly bound and shows off her figure in all its glory. Her head is covered by a wrapping of cloth, only allowing a few locks to show through. Dust, dirt and sand seem to swirl around her in barely noticeable quantities when she is in the Zone. Another notable feature is that her skin gains long, angular markings much like a bismuth mineral pattern, from her neck to her stomach and partially on her legs.
In REM, her skin takes on a color and shine similar to that of polished pearls, a flawless golden, impossibly smooth sheen. Her hair goes from being full auburn curls to a cold mane of waist-length silver, looking more like striated mercury than hair. Her features become more angular and her robes become more elaborate and elegant, covering her skin entirely and taking on an angular aesthetic. The collar rises high, almost up to her ears, and all remnants of flowing fabric are removed. From her shoulder-blades emerge craggy, symmetrical outcrops of rock, shooting out and up behind her, around 30 centimeters at a 45 degree angle. The only parts of her skin besides her face and hands that are uncovered by the brown and grey clothing are her feet.
POWERS
* NEXUS: As if by some cruel twist of fate, in her dreams, Ursula is able to move gravel, soil and stone with a thought and a flex of her muscles in the form of Geokinesis. This requires that she be in close proximity to some sort of earthen material, but she can make dirt and rocks leap up to 20 meters if she truly concentrates. She can compact, loosen, move through, shape and manipulate the earth in ways that suit her best given her situation at the time.
* REM: When in REM, Ursula's power shifts to be able to manipulate metals and alloys as if they were soldiers bending to her whim. Her control over the earth ramps up to great levels, being able to cause small tremors and draw from deeper down to volcanise the earth she summons with enough training, turning sand to glass and bringing up small spout of magma to use as ammunition when it becomes obsidian. When in REM, metal and earth will sometimes seem to jump reflexively to protect and react to threats around her, but this might just be Ursula's imagination.</s>
<|message|>Jared Swift
Jared released the tornado around his legs as Miriam helped him up of the rooftop. His arm hurt a little bit, but that had nothing on how much she'd bruised his ego. She'd flipped him over like he weighed nothing, which actually seemed like a possibility when he thought of it; after all, he could usually transform himself in air at will. He watched as she flung herself off the roof and went to follow her, but paused. Do I really want to follow this psychopath around? he wondered. He was startled by how quickly he realised that he did actually want to follow her around – she was the only person he'd met here that had the potential to be a friend.
He jumped down after her, controlling his descent so that he came to a halt a few inches off the ground. Landing on the ground, he turned to her to address her previous statements.
"Breaking limbs and snapping necks sounds good to me." He said, walking down the street and gesturing for her to follow her. "Not sure it quite matches up to my abilities, but I think you've demonstrated well enough that I can't rely on them alone." He was curious about her attitude to his inqury about her appearance, and decided to respond equally as vaguely. "If you don't want to get too attached, that's fine by me." He said. "So I think we can leave my name until we get better acquainted." He flashed a grin at her. "Twinkletoes is fine by me, Jailbait."
The pair continued following the street for about thirty seconds, before Eli's message came in to them.
"I know you said I needed to get in some practice, but think we can fit it in along the way? This sounds like it could be important." He didn't wait for an answer, instead lifting himself up and propelling himself at a moderate speed towards to north, and whatever was in store for them there.</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm looked at the two before him then gestured to himself. "Malcolm," He said, introducing himself. "and Ursula." He then said, introducing the geomancer on her behalf. Then Eli's message came through into his mind, actually it was an earpiece that Malcolm hadn't noticed till now. "That guy you ran into when you first entered Zone 1 – the Aggressor with the helmet who screamed and ran off? The surveillance team have seen him before. We call him "the Ram". He's a tricky fucker, and one we're interested in finding more info on. Never shows up on the grid, never eats Denizens – kills them sometimes, yeah, but he just leaves the bodies lying around. A team of three or so should be enough to find him while the rest handle the situation up north. From what I saw when you all walked in, he was heading southeast. See if you can follow his trail – blast marks on the rooftops. Be careful with him, he doesn't fuck around." Malcolm listened intently then put his finger on the earpiece. "Sounds fun Eli, I'll rendezvous to the tunnel and meet up with anyone else who will go there too." Malcolm replied. Malcolm then set off to the tunnel he first emerged from. He then turned to the others. "You guys want to come with me or...?" He asked quizzically.</s>
| <|message|>Ursula Elwyn
Ursula raised her hand to wave slowly as she was introduced. To her the smaller girl in the shining silver suit and the large reptilian man looked like apples and oranges, completely contrasting one another. She scratched at her arm, looking on dumbfounded for a moment as Henry mentioned the other Zoner present, Julian. The knowledge that there were other zones like the Red City was still something that she was having trouble wrapping her head around. She had many questions for her new companions, but all that she could manage to blurt out was directed to Henry, "Christ, you're big. You must weigh a freakin' ton! Just what the hell do you ea-" She cut herself off from inquiring about his diet, hands raised in a gesture that said 'I don't even want to know'.She felt that her stomach had received enough of a shock for one day and it didn't take a genius to put together the pieces based on what he had said and what she was seeing. "You seem to have everything under control here though, thankfully."
"As Mal said, I'm Ursula. Friendly and all, so no problems here." She raised her hands and held them open, taking a passive posture. Her attention was torn away as Eli's message beamed over to her, voice in her head giving her a 'special mission'. She watched as Malcolm spoke to himself with his finger to his ear. Different strokes, she guessed, because she didn't get any earpiece. Would have been cool though. She shook her head and nodded, to both Malcolm's invitation and Eli's mission offer. "We'll get there right quick." She stated, turning to leave the veritable crime scene they had just intruded upon. She delayed for a moment, turning back to spare a wave to the large lizard man Henry and the smaller space cadet Kayla. "See you two later, nice meeting you. However strange the circumstance may be." She stepped quickly, eager to be away from the carnage of the scene and to be at the tunnel again so they could begin to investigate this 'Ram'.</s> |
<|description|>Julian Maius
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
ZONE: 1
PERSONALITY: Hard-working, a bit abrasive, but happy to have fun when the work is done and put away with. Julian isn't someone who finds it hard to juggle work and pleasure, a rather average joe in that regard, but his gruff nature is somewhat of a constant. There isn't really a warming up to him as he strives to, and is relatively successful, at treating most people he meets equally. While he's more than willing to take a few jabs or laughs at his expense, Julian can throw back and is more than willing to any shit he gets from others. He' straight to the point and doesn't like to mince words when possible, but isn't so stubborn as to not understand that sometimes you just have to stow it and be polite.
HISTORY: Would you like to hear Julian's story? If you knew what it was, you'd probably say hell no and he wouldn't blame you. After all, it's not all that interesting and you'd probably find hundreds just like him in any place that could be called a city. He grew up as an only child in a family where both parents worked, though they managed to stay close knit rather than let work pull them apart. Plenty of time was still spent outdoors when he was young though, and Julian grew up as an active child who liked the sports better than the books.
The sports took a back seat to the books when he grew old enough though. He went on to higher education after high school and managed to graduate amidst parties and what not. Yet the economy had basically gone to crap by the time he was out and the degree he had might as well have been paper to the companies he applied for. Not content to simply sit at home and wait for things to get better though, Julian turned his attention towards the less desired jobs available.
Dirty, long hours, and dangerous, but someone had to do it and he certainly wasn't squeamish. So he bid his family and friends farewell for several months and went west to the oil sands. He took to the work easily enough and did so diligently. It wasn't easy at first, but in a few weeks he'd adapted to the strenuous work and long schedules. While it wasn't what he had gone to university for, it turned out to suit him just fine and Julian didn't even bother looking for another job for a few years.
Eventually, when the pay wasn't enough to keep him invested in the work he resigned, turned in his uniform, and headed back home to simply relax. There was enough money in the bank for him to remain unemployed for a rather lengthy amount of time given how frugal he was. Yet, relaxation didn't come easy, especially with the troubling news from the States. It certainly didn't become any easier when his nights turned from peaceful sleep into living another life.
APPEARANCE
* PHYSICAL: Julian's rather heavy-set for his height with broad shoulders, thick limbs, and all that. His modest height of 5'6 only lends to the build, but he isn't too much of a stickler about it; it is what it is after all. His hair is light orange while his eyes are a reddish brown in coloration.
* IN-ZONE: While using the Nexus, Julian retains a mostly human appearance for the most part. He seems a bit few inches taller, about 5'9 or so, than usual and a bit thinner as a result. His eyes are obscured by a constant azure glow that leave faint trails with their passing. Arcs of electricity can be seen arcing over what little exposed skin he has left and occasionally illuminate his shadowed face when the robe's hood is on.
In terms of outfit, he'd look rather in place in some fantasy RPG. He's got the whole mage robes thing going on, with white markings on the dark blue fabric. A rather massive amber amulet hangs around his neck and seems to glow whenever his powers are used. His arms are wrapped in blackened bandages all the way up to his elbows.
When the Zone is accessed through natural sleep though, his appearance undergoes a much more drastic change. Though still humanoid in shape, it's as if lightning was forced within the confines of a metal shell. The centerpiece held with chains has the same design as the amulet around his neck in his other form. Though he appears to be made of energy at this point, he can still be hurt as usual.
POWERS
* NEXUS: Friendly fire beware. Even toned down, Julian's powers are still incredibly hard to control and more than capable of killing his teammates just as effectively as his enemies. He generally sticks to hurling bolts of lightning that easily stop hearts and blacken bodies. For more numerous foes he's capable of bathing the area in lightning from his fingertips and letting the electricity jump from one foe to another. Against enemies capable of withstanding the high current and voltage, Julian can maintain a constant stream that imparts enough heat to turn asphalt and concrete molten. Transfer through contact is also possible and allows him full output without risk to allies, but he's less than willing to go that route for obvious reasons.
* REM: Clear the area and get out of the blast zone. While in REM sleep, Julian's powers effectively turn him into a living artillery piece with all the fine control until his attacks actually impact. If you're left standing in the blast radius afterwards? Well, unless you're intangible or have some really good defensive measures, it'll probably suck to be you.
The bolts of lightning he throw pack enough energy to tear smoking craters into the city, there'd be very little left of a person if they were hit head on. His chain lightning looks more like Thor or Zeus having a rave party at this point: blinding, unceasing arcs of electricity that saturate an entire block around him. Basically his previous powers are cranked up to the eleventh.
In addition, he also gains the ability to generate a thunderstorm albeit to maintain it requires him to remain stationary and focused. By emitting a constant stream into the sky above, he can then redirect the electricity back to targets on the ground. This grants him a massive area of coverage and the ability to literally smite his enemies from the heavens. Granted, the strikes aren't as powerful as his normal attacks, but the sheer quantity and area of coverage are useful in their own right. He's able to locate targets by feeling the lightning's path to the grounds and sorting through them.
His greater degree of control also allows for Julian to effectively create a plasma lance that boasts unparalleled destructive capacity. By containing an immense amount of electricity into a small area, he's able to generate plasma that can then be launched. The focus required is about on par to his Lightning Fall, meaning he's limited to calm movements at most.
OTHER:He's got rather deft hands, nimble fingers, as well as a rather sharp sense of sound despite working the drills for a few years. Useful for fiddling with and catching clicks.
Likes to drink, but isn't dependant on alcohol. Holds it fairly well and can stomach quite a bit, but doesn't handle its effects the following morning all too well.</s>
<|message|>Miriam A. Grant
Waking up in the morning was something Miriam had always seen as lackluster and overall a let down compared to the life she was able to lead at night. She went from smoke throwing superhuman woman to someone who was literally on their deathbed. It was... it was an experience to live lives so hot and cold, so far from one another.
Well, at least now something interesting happened, because when her eyes thankfully opened, she was in a place that was completely different than the hospital she had been in before. It was still a hospital, but it was... well, it wasn't the hospital she'd been in the day before. She had entered the late stages of her aliment and had been moved to different hospitals in her sleep several times. She probably didn't have much time left now. Was this hospice? She found herself wondering why she even cared at this point. The TV flickered on, to show some nerd in glasses that began explaining the situation to her over some automated message, then promptly told her where to go. Her eyes narrowed and she promptly gave the TV screen the middle finger as it turned off. She lifted herself up on her elbows, but broke out into a coughing fit, and one of the service bots that were mentioned quickly stepped into the room to her aid. "How may I be of assistance?" it questioned. Miriam said nothing, instead she pointed to the garbage can, which the robot grabbed and brought over to her. She pulled it from the robot's grasp and promptly threw up into it. There was no real volume to it, as she had been on an IV for months now and hadn't eaten anything in a long time, but this happened every now and again.
"Command, bring water and the clothes supplied from the bathroom." she said. The robot promptly turned and walked off to do as it was told. She had been around these service bots for a long time now, and knew how to talk to them and what they could do, at least she did if these bots were anything like those in the hospital's. The robot returned with a glass of water, which she downed rather quickly in an attempt to wash out the taste of stomach acid from her mouth. When she finished, she took the scrubs. "Command, bring me a wheel chair." she said. The robot left the room, and she used this opportunity to get dressed while the robot was gone, pulling her red scrubs on while laying down, as she lacked the strength to stand. When the robot returned, she went through the daily protocol of sliding off the bed and into the chair. The robot detached her IV and other medical equipment that she was hooked up to to take with them. "Command," she began, waiting until the service bot finished moving her stuff. "Take me to the cafeteria."
---
When she was wheeled into the cafeteria, she noticed a few people that were talking and overall doing nothing notable. Everyone was in their own little world. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something or another. "Well gee guys thanks, I had no idea I had an audience waiting for me." Miriam said to no one in particular, but out loud as the service bot wheeled her into the room and to the tables. Henry, who was in his seat away from everyone else, looked up as someone actually made an attempt to be social. He slid off the chair and into his weight, shuffling over to the tables that the others were at.
"Hey-yy everyone." He said, stuttering some. These people were all much older than him. Most seemed to be in their twenties. Shit. "My name's Henry. I, uh, I've been here for a few weeks now so I know my way around if any of you get lost in this uh, maze." he said, snapping his hands and giving them the double gun fingers. It was very obvious he was not very good at this and he was a fairly awkward child. But he was brave. "You all are going to be meeting Eli soon and..." He began. "Well, lets just say that he's going to tell you something that's going to blow your minds and... well, I look forward to working with you."
Miriam crossed her arms and raised what would be her eyebrows (if she had any hair). This kid was and beta-alpha or just brave and stupid. One of the two. "Miriam's the name. You probably wont be around me long enough for you to wear it out." she said flatly. "Where the hell am I?" she said, following up on her last question. Henry simply shrugged and gave a small smile. He willed himself not to say anything about Miriam' current position. She was probably very aware of it and pointing it out would probably make it worse. "I'm pretty sure all of your questions will be answered better by Eli than by me." he finished. "So, just hold off. He should be here any moment. He's probably talking to his bosses."</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Hmmmmm, maze? "Uhhhh, what kind of a maze you talking about here? Like an underground one?" Malcolm asked the kid, curious in case anyone else went to the same place he did, seeing how the uniforms seemed categorized but he didn't know in what ways. This... Eli... Henry had mentioned must have been important to. "And this Eli was it? What is he to us?" Malcolm also asked, he was going to try and get as much information as possible beforehand. However, he found himself as another younger member to be talking too. "Well..." He said to everyone, deciding to introduce himself like Henry had. "I'll follow by example, I'm Malcolm. I'm 17 and a raging alcoholic." He said sarcastically, trying to make a joke about rehab. Maybe not the best opener but it was worth a shot.</s>
<|message|>Lenora Puglisevic
Lenora had been busy exploring the cafeteria when the obviously seriously ill girl was wheeled in. So far she hadn't found anything particularly useful or informative; she was hoping to find some quality flatware sooner rather than later. Likely it would just be forks, spoons, and butter knives, but a fork could be pretty dangerous in the right hands. Like, say, hers.
"We weren't waiting for you," Nora said bluntly, loud enough to be clearly heard, and went back to her snooping.
Bobby was paying more attention to the fat kid. He seemed more confident than anyone else, and had apparently been here for a while. He seemed pretty well adjusted. That was a positive sign.
"Hi Henry, Miriam, Malcolm," he said, smiling as non-threateningly as possible. There seemed to be an awful lot of unaccompanied minors here. "I'm Bobby. Do your parents know you're here? Or is night-time abduction the standard way people get here?" He extended his hand to Henry and Malcolm in turn, then crouched down to offer a handshake at eye level to Miriam. "Can you, uh, shake hands?" he questioned awkwardly, eyeing the various tubes and... medical things.
He straightened back up. "I think I know what's going on here. We're werewolves, right? I mean, were-things. Can you guys all turn into monsters in your dreams too?" He directed that question at the room at large.
Nora snorted and didn't bother to reply.</s>
| <|message|>Julian Maius
He was inclined to scoff at the kid's implication that this Eli's "revelation" would blow their minds, but then again the teenager didn't even look old enough to drive. To be granted the chance to fight back whatever monsters wanted to rip their way into their world would have been mind-blowing he supposed had he not figured it out a few weeks after the dreams had begun. It seemed that at least a couple of the others were at least interested in what the other boy had to say, and he stood from his seat to make his way over to the slowly forming group. Suspicions and theories he had, some of which looked to be practically confirmed, but asking the people in question would likely be for the best.
"Not really, I throw lightning around," he said in response to the older blonde as he nodded to the others around. "We've been split into three distinct groups," Julian continued as he gestured towards the colored scrubs since there was at least one of each color in those around Henry. "That aside, if anyone's followed the situation, it's clear there's three distinct type of attackers. Likely, three different locations where each strain resides, since I've only ever seen the first type in my dreams. That correct so far Henry?" While confident in being correct, the other boy did seem to have the explanations from Eli already.</s> |
<|description|>Julian Maius
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
ZONE: 1
PERSONALITY: Hard-working, a bit abrasive, but happy to have fun when the work is done and put away with. Julian isn't someone who finds it hard to juggle work and pleasure, a rather average joe in that regard, but his gruff nature is somewhat of a constant. There isn't really a warming up to him as he strives to, and is relatively successful, at treating most people he meets equally. While he's more than willing to take a few jabs or laughs at his expense, Julian can throw back and is more than willing to any shit he gets from others. He' straight to the point and doesn't like to mince words when possible, but isn't so stubborn as to not understand that sometimes you just have to stow it and be polite.
HISTORY: Would you like to hear Julian's story? If you knew what it was, you'd probably say hell no and he wouldn't blame you. After all, it's not all that interesting and you'd probably find hundreds just like him in any place that could be called a city. He grew up as an only child in a family where both parents worked, though they managed to stay close knit rather than let work pull them apart. Plenty of time was still spent outdoors when he was young though, and Julian grew up as an active child who liked the sports better than the books.
The sports took a back seat to the books when he grew old enough though. He went on to higher education after high school and managed to graduate amidst parties and what not. Yet the economy had basically gone to crap by the time he was out and the degree he had might as well have been paper to the companies he applied for. Not content to simply sit at home and wait for things to get better though, Julian turned his attention towards the less desired jobs available.
Dirty, long hours, and dangerous, but someone had to do it and he certainly wasn't squeamish. So he bid his family and friends farewell for several months and went west to the oil sands. He took to the work easily enough and did so diligently. It wasn't easy at first, but in a few weeks he'd adapted to the strenuous work and long schedules. While it wasn't what he had gone to university for, it turned out to suit him just fine and Julian didn't even bother looking for another job for a few years.
Eventually, when the pay wasn't enough to keep him invested in the work he resigned, turned in his uniform, and headed back home to simply relax. There was enough money in the bank for him to remain unemployed for a rather lengthy amount of time given how frugal he was. Yet, relaxation didn't come easy, especially with the troubling news from the States. It certainly didn't become any easier when his nights turned from peaceful sleep into living another life.
APPEARANCE
* PHYSICAL: Julian's rather heavy-set for his height with broad shoulders, thick limbs, and all that. His modest height of 5'6 only lends to the build, but he isn't too much of a stickler about it; it is what it is after all. His hair is light orange while his eyes are a reddish brown in coloration.
* IN-ZONE: While using the Nexus, Julian retains a mostly human appearance for the most part. He seems a bit few inches taller, about 5'9 or so, than usual and a bit thinner as a result. His eyes are obscured by a constant azure glow that leave faint trails with their passing. Arcs of electricity can be seen arcing over what little exposed skin he has left and occasionally illuminate his shadowed face when the robe's hood is on.
In terms of outfit, he'd look rather in place in some fantasy RPG. He's got the whole mage robes thing going on, with white markings on the dark blue fabric. A rather massive amber amulet hangs around his neck and seems to glow whenever his powers are used. His arms are wrapped in blackened bandages all the way up to his elbows.
When the Zone is accessed through natural sleep though, his appearance undergoes a much more drastic change. Though still humanoid in shape, it's as if lightning was forced within the confines of a metal shell. The centerpiece held with chains has the same design as the amulet around his neck in his other form. Though he appears to be made of energy at this point, he can still be hurt as usual.
POWERS
* NEXUS: Friendly fire beware. Even toned down, Julian's powers are still incredibly hard to control and more than capable of killing his teammates just as effectively as his enemies. He generally sticks to hurling bolts of lightning that easily stop hearts and blacken bodies. For more numerous foes he's capable of bathing the area in lightning from his fingertips and letting the electricity jump from one foe to another. Against enemies capable of withstanding the high current and voltage, Julian can maintain a constant stream that imparts enough heat to turn asphalt and concrete molten. Transfer through contact is also possible and allows him full output without risk to allies, but he's less than willing to go that route for obvious reasons.
* REM: Clear the area and get out of the blast zone. While in REM sleep, Julian's powers effectively turn him into a living artillery piece with all the fine control until his attacks actually impact. If you're left standing in the blast radius afterwards? Well, unless you're intangible or have some really good defensive measures, it'll probably suck to be you.
The bolts of lightning he throw pack enough energy to tear smoking craters into the city, there'd be very little left of a person if they were hit head on. His chain lightning looks more like Thor or Zeus having a rave party at this point: blinding, unceasing arcs of electricity that saturate an entire block around him. Basically his previous powers are cranked up to the eleventh.
In addition, he also gains the ability to generate a thunderstorm albeit to maintain it requires him to remain stationary and focused. By emitting a constant stream into the sky above, he can then redirect the electricity back to targets on the ground. This grants him a massive area of coverage and the ability to literally smite his enemies from the heavens. Granted, the strikes aren't as powerful as his normal attacks, but the sheer quantity and area of coverage are useful in their own right. He's able to locate targets by feeling the lightning's path to the grounds and sorting through them.
His greater degree of control also allows for Julian to effectively create a plasma lance that boasts unparalleled destructive capacity. By containing an immense amount of electricity into a small area, he's able to generate plasma that can then be launched. The focus required is about on par to his Lightning Fall, meaning he's limited to calm movements at most.
OTHER:He's got rather deft hands, nimble fingers, as well as a rather sharp sense of sound despite working the drills for a few years. Useful for fiddling with and catching clicks.
Likes to drink, but isn't dependant on alcohol. Holds it fairly well and can stomach quite a bit, but doesn't handle its effects the following morning all too well.</s>
<|message|>Lenora Puglisevic
Lenora Puglesivic
Well, Lenora, Mom was right. You didn't say your prayers before bed and now you've been kidnapped by secular humanists, just like she said.
The thought bounced wryly around her head as Lenora returned the spork to her pocket. It had been years since she had spoken to any member of her immediate family. She had a few cousins who had also left the faith, but she didn't have much in common with them. So, unlike most people there, the thought of her family hadn't even occurred to her until Eli brought it up.
Well. What did she have to lose? She only bothered to work so that she could fund her hobbies. The dreams were interesting enough to count as a hobby. If she could get someone to pay her room and board while she was here, then she didn't have a problem with the situation. Much. She still might attempt escape - Nora wasn't super thrilled at the idea of secret compounds - but for now, she was comfortable going along with the project.
"I'll go," she said. "I don't have to be from the red city, right? I mean, dream myself there? Because my dreams are of the maze-factory."</s>
<|message|>Henry J. Olin
Henry Olin
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"It's my home turf, and being in the zone is a million times better than being in a damn wheelchair. So I'm in." Miriam piped up. Henry, who was still rubbing his knee like the bitch he was, also raised a hand. "I've been hearing way to much about the other zones and the Nexus. I've been waiting for two weeks to get in on it. Sign me up." Henry said, raising his hand AGAIN. He knew that when he showed up he would be different than his REM form. But he also knew some other things that would occur with some work. So he wanted to get in on that as soon as he could.
"Hey Eli," Henry said out loud. "What kind of stuff are we going to be facing in Zone One? Some people might want to know what they're going to be up against!" He shouted. He knew full well what they would be facing. Denizens were the equivalent of innocent civilians, while aggressors were their enemy. Big and red and on fire and armed to the teeth. Not fun to deal with, at least by the sounds of it. "Also, should we be expecting anything different from the Nexus projector that wouldn't occur in normal sleep?"
Miriam on the other hand, was ecstatic. She didn't know anything regarding the Nexus or REM stages, at least not yet. She however, did know that in Zone One, she was unstoppable. She wasn't as offensive as Julian or some of the other zoners despite being a fire wielder, but she couldn't be touched by their weapons. She was made of condensed ash and smoke. If they shot her, she just reformed. Her body wasn't affected by things such as bullets or blades. Rather things like water or slime. This mission would be a walk in the park, and an excuse to flex her muscles to show that cancer girl might be a bitch, but she was no wimp.</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz
Location: Unknown
Jazz is satisfied with Bobby's answer, as well as the other man's. She then turns to see their gracious, yet slightly snobby looking host walk in through the door and begin to talk about why they are here. He flashes up pictures of the places where others had been in their dreams, but the foggy wilderness stabs at her heart like a knife. She gasps slightly, grabbing a seat with a shaking hand. She recognizes the wilderness from her own dreams and she imagines those creatures that she has seen in them. It is not a pleasant sight. She looks up as he asks for volunteers to go into the first Zone: the red city. This would be a good chance for her to do some research and studying of these so called "Zones". It's not like she had much to lose.
"I'll go!" she says, standing up quickly. "I'm originally from the foggy wilderness, but this is much more exciting, especially if I get to explore." She smiles and pushes her glasses up on her nose as she looks around at the other people who volunteered: the girl in the wheel chair, another girl and the spastic boy who keeps waving his hand. She smiles. This would be a fun group to go with, but she would some how have to sneak away so she could explore.</s>
| <|message|>Julian Maius
The conversation had long since died to a lull by the time the cafeteria doors opened once more. The procession of service bots indicated that it wasn't just another abductee and the fact that the man at the end didn't wear the scrubs every other occupant had on solidified that. He wondered if the robots would be able to do anything if there were some unhappy souls amongst the two hundred or so individuals around, but quickly surmised that other safety measures had been put in place. Thankfully the "presentation" got underway far quicker than the man in charge had arrived, otherwise Julian likely would have caused an incident. It was one thing to be kidnapped by an organization to face a very real threat. It was another to be kept waiting rather than be promptly briefed.
Although given how roundabout this Eli was making the explanation, the urge to interrupt and simply tell the man to get on with it was hard to clamp down on. A quiet sigh was had when the point was finally made and Julian raised his head as the room's lights flicked back on. With a shrug he stood up among the many still seated around him. "Suppose it's my home turf too." It was rare that Julian worked with others in the "dreamscape", so he didn't particularly care too much about the other volunteers. Still...
It'd be interesting to see what abilities the blonde manifested given she was from the third zone, and he'd yet to hear anything about it. The pudgy kid had his head on right he supposed, the questions were good ones, even if his attitude was rather cheerful for the morbid task ahead. He had no idea who Miriam was in the Zone given the drastic appearance shifts that could occur, so he reserved judgement. The last girl seemed to have her priorities mixed up and her head in the clouds, but, small frown aside, he kept quiet and turned his attention back to Eli.
Now hopefully this was done in a more timely manner than Eli had arrived.</s> |
<|description|>Julian Maius
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male
ZONE: 1
PERSONALITY: Hard-working, a bit abrasive, but happy to have fun when the work is done and put away with. Julian isn't someone who finds it hard to juggle work and pleasure, a rather average joe in that regard, but his gruff nature is somewhat of a constant. There isn't really a warming up to him as he strives to, and is relatively successful, at treating most people he meets equally. While he's more than willing to take a few jabs or laughs at his expense, Julian can throw back and is more than willing to any shit he gets from others. He' straight to the point and doesn't like to mince words when possible, but isn't so stubborn as to not understand that sometimes you just have to stow it and be polite.
HISTORY: Would you like to hear Julian's story? If you knew what it was, you'd probably say hell no and he wouldn't blame you. After all, it's not all that interesting and you'd probably find hundreds just like him in any place that could be called a city. He grew up as an only child in a family where both parents worked, though they managed to stay close knit rather than let work pull them apart. Plenty of time was still spent outdoors when he was young though, and Julian grew up as an active child who liked the sports better than the books.
The sports took a back seat to the books when he grew old enough though. He went on to higher education after high school and managed to graduate amidst parties and what not. Yet the economy had basically gone to crap by the time he was out and the degree he had might as well have been paper to the companies he applied for. Not content to simply sit at home and wait for things to get better though, Julian turned his attention towards the less desired jobs available.
Dirty, long hours, and dangerous, but someone had to do it and he certainly wasn't squeamish. So he bid his family and friends farewell for several months and went west to the oil sands. He took to the work easily enough and did so diligently. It wasn't easy at first, but in a few weeks he'd adapted to the strenuous work and long schedules. While it wasn't what he had gone to university for, it turned out to suit him just fine and Julian didn't even bother looking for another job for a few years.
Eventually, when the pay wasn't enough to keep him invested in the work he resigned, turned in his uniform, and headed back home to simply relax. There was enough money in the bank for him to remain unemployed for a rather lengthy amount of time given how frugal he was. Yet, relaxation didn't come easy, especially with the troubling news from the States. It certainly didn't become any easier when his nights turned from peaceful sleep into living another life.
APPEARANCE
* PHYSICAL: Julian's rather heavy-set for his height with broad shoulders, thick limbs, and all that. His modest height of 5'6 only lends to the build, but he isn't too much of a stickler about it; it is what it is after all. His hair is light orange while his eyes are a reddish brown in coloration.
* IN-ZONE: While using the Nexus, Julian retains a mostly human appearance for the most part. He seems a bit few inches taller, about 5'9 or so, than usual and a bit thinner as a result. His eyes are obscured by a constant azure glow that leave faint trails with their passing. Arcs of electricity can be seen arcing over what little exposed skin he has left and occasionally illuminate his shadowed face when the robe's hood is on.
In terms of outfit, he'd look rather in place in some fantasy RPG. He's got the whole mage robes thing going on, with white markings on the dark blue fabric. A rather massive amber amulet hangs around his neck and seems to glow whenever his powers are used. His arms are wrapped in blackened bandages all the way up to his elbows.
When the Zone is accessed through natural sleep though, his appearance undergoes a much more drastic change. Though still humanoid in shape, it's as if lightning was forced within the confines of a metal shell. The centerpiece held with chains has the same design as the amulet around his neck in his other form. Though he appears to be made of energy at this point, he can still be hurt as usual.
POWERS
* NEXUS: Friendly fire beware. Even toned down, Julian's powers are still incredibly hard to control and more than capable of killing his teammates just as effectively as his enemies. He generally sticks to hurling bolts of lightning that easily stop hearts and blacken bodies. For more numerous foes he's capable of bathing the area in lightning from his fingertips and letting the electricity jump from one foe to another. Against enemies capable of withstanding the high current and voltage, Julian can maintain a constant stream that imparts enough heat to turn asphalt and concrete molten. Transfer through contact is also possible and allows him full output without risk to allies, but he's less than willing to go that route for obvious reasons.
* REM: Clear the area and get out of the blast zone. While in REM sleep, Julian's powers effectively turn him into a living artillery piece with all the fine control until his attacks actually impact. If you're left standing in the blast radius afterwards? Well, unless you're intangible or have some really good defensive measures, it'll probably suck to be you.
The bolts of lightning he throw pack enough energy to tear smoking craters into the city, there'd be very little left of a person if they were hit head on. His chain lightning looks more like Thor or Zeus having a rave party at this point: blinding, unceasing arcs of electricity that saturate an entire block around him. Basically his previous powers are cranked up to the eleventh.
In addition, he also gains the ability to generate a thunderstorm albeit to maintain it requires him to remain stationary and focused. By emitting a constant stream into the sky above, he can then redirect the electricity back to targets on the ground. This grants him a massive area of coverage and the ability to literally smite his enemies from the heavens. Granted, the strikes aren't as powerful as his normal attacks, but the sheer quantity and area of coverage are useful in their own right. He's able to locate targets by feeling the lightning's path to the grounds and sorting through them.
His greater degree of control also allows for Julian to effectively create a plasma lance that boasts unparalleled destructive capacity. By containing an immense amount of electricity into a small area, he's able to generate plasma that can then be launched. The focus required is about on par to his Lightning Fall, meaning he's limited to calm movements at most.
OTHER:He's got rather deft hands, nimble fingers, as well as a rather sharp sense of sound despite working the drills for a few years. Useful for fiddling with and catching clicks.
Likes to drink, but isn't dependant on alcohol. Holds it fairly well and can stomach quite a bit, but doesn't handle its effects the following morning all too well.</s>
<|message|>Kayla Kirby
Kayla Kirby
"Kid? Where are you?"
Kayla sat there for a while, taking deep breaths and trying to ignore the deep voice outside that kept calling for her. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, especially if it was one of the big monster-people. Deep breaths.
Kayla didn't know where she was, this was definitely an area of the city she hadn't been in before. The buildings were all much smaller, and farther in-between. She didn't know how to get to the area she knew- It could be anywhere, and she, at least, knew that this city was massi-
The scream was terrifying. It was unlike anything Kayla had ever heard, and sent shivers down her spine. That alone would have been enough for Kayla to brace herself even harder against the door she hadn't realized had a perfectly usable deadbolt, but the fact that it had been so(from what she could tell) close, that was enough to make her leap up from the door, run to the back of the room, and hide behind the counter there, shivering. Then, the voice called out again.
"Scuba girl. I don't know if you're from this Zone, but that was a damn Aggressor death cry. Move it, or you're on your own!"
Aggressor? Death Cry? What was he talking about? None of the flaming zombie people monsters she had fought in her dreams ever made screams like that. Aggressor, was that the name of them? She had just been calling them by what faces she imagined on them, followed by the suffix -zombie. Janice-zombie, Markuss-zombie. That sort of thing. The voice sounded worried- perhaps it wasn't one of the monster-people?
Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.
The vibrations started out soft, but became much more noticeable as whatever approached came closer. Or just started stomping. Something like that. The noise faded, and then stopped. Whatever had been approaching evidently went right past her. Or was faking it and was about to rip open the door and eat her. One of the two. Kayla compressed herself behind the counter a little more. She started hearing two people talking to each other, though it was muffled and she couldn't tell what was saying. One of them was definitely the deep voice from before, and the other sounded like someone that had just gotten braces. Were they friendly? To Kayla's experience, the girls with braces were usually very good friends. Kayla hadn't seen anyone with braces in the tunnel, though...
Curiosity overcame her fear, though the potential prospect of a friend certainly helped. She made her way back to the door, which, most unhelpfully, swung inwards. She made the most of it, though, and cracked the door open, trying to see what was going on. Unfortunately, the angle she was able to see through didn't reveal anything, so she was forced to open the door quite a bit more and stick her head out. She turned a bit, and spotted them about halfway down the block.
There was no girl with braces. There was only a massive, massive shirtless monster man that looked like it would love nothing more than to hunt, kill, skin, grill, and devour her, right after it was done eating its current victim. Additionally, there was a tall man in a cloak near him that was looking at him in disgust, but not running, or doing anything for that matter.
Kayla stared, stared in terror. Stared a little too long, because she saw, somehow, that the reptilian eyes of the monster crocodile had flicked from his meal to her. She couldn't tell if he really saw her, because that snapped her out of it so fast she closed the door with a bit of her hair stuck in it. She reopened it and pulled it out, then shut it again.
Now, Kayla needed an escape. She needed to get out of this building, and go somewhere where the killer crocodile couldn't find her. Her eyes darted around the room, and spotted a door, halfway hidden behind a shelf full of strange, multicolored glass cubes. In a flash, she was there, trying to pull the shelf away. It was extraordinarily heavy, even though it looked like it was made of simple glossy oak.
Try as she might, the shelf wouldn't budge. By now though, Kayla was in a wild panic, and couldn't find another way out of the shop. The stupid shelf just wouldn't move!</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz looks after the girl as they begin to roam the city. She makes sure to stay on the ground, that way the girl can keep up with her. She knew immediately that this girl was not from this Zone, especially considering that she now looked like a cyborg. So she obviously was not from Zone 2 either. She must be from the mysterious Zone 3. Jazz grins and flaps her large wingspan slightly, trying not to hit the buildings. She is very large, a little bit over eight feet. So she towers over the poor girl in front of her. Jazz wants to say something to the girl, but she does not know what to say.
They reach a large door and Lenora has no yield to just ripping it off its hinges. Jazz cringes at the sound, but she looks inside after the girl. She notices the Denizens, as well as the aggressors. She noticed that the Denizens seemed to be... eating the aggressor. She felt some bile rise up in her throat and she gagged quietly, turning away from the disgusting sight in front of her. Though she was very scientific, Jazz is more on the engineering science of things than the biology science. Jazz immediately looks back as the girl starts to approach the Denizens. She quickly puts a wing in front of her, hopefully stopping her. Jazz says quietly to her, "We should get out of here. Once they're through with the aggressor, they will probably notice us." Unfortunately with her now advanced hearing and sight, Jazz could see every detail on the aggressors body clearly, as well as hear the tearing and munching of the meat. Jazz shudders and says, "I would prefer not to be turned into bird soup, if that's okay with you."</s>
| <|message|>Julian Maius
It wasn't hard to hear, or feel for that matter, Henry's approach given the bulk of his form. Thankfully rather than burst around from a corner or something, he came into view a good distance away and Julian dropped his arms as the familiar reptilian appearance became clear. A rather prominent frown formed as Henry drew close enough for him to see specks of blood and gore that dotted the massive creature's maw. His expression tightened somewhat as he shook his head and stepped aside to let the "boy" pass by, though the smell of ozone was readily apparent.
To his disgust, it seemed that his predictions weren't off and Henry readily tore into the Denizen's corpse. "Elias, what the fuck?" Julian didn't know if the Operator heard him over the crackle of lightning as he sent a stream to knock Henry away from his "meal". He cut off the flow and darted back to gain a bit of distance from the other Zoner and called out again, "So why the fuck is Henry devouring a Denizen corpse?" Aside from the fact that he'd just seen another Denizen undergo transformation into an Aggressor, it made him a bit sick to watch the corpse get torn to pieces and stuffed down Henry's maw. They weren't humans, but they were close enough that he wasn't about to let them be turned into food after they died; and frankly Henry probably had issues given how he didn't even bat an eye at seeing them as food. Sparks danced across his entire body as he brimmed with power, more than ready to unleash a few more blasts if necessary to drive the "boy" back from what remained… which was frankly not that much anymore.</s> |
<|description|>Jared Swift
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ZONE: Zone 1
PERSONALITY: Jared's a laid back kind of guy. Not easily provoked, he tends to brush off any taunts without a second thought - and as such can come across as somewhat apathetic to those who don't know him well. Despite that, he has a sense of humor and is usually perceived as likable, even if his indecisive nature can be a bit grating at times. He's not much of a leader and prefers to follow, but if he really doesn't agree with an order he isn't afraid to simply ignore it and follow his instincts instead.
HISTORY: Despite being the youngest child of a poor family, Jared didn't have a particularly troubled upbringing. His father provided for the family by enlisting in the military, whilst his mother stayed at home to try and manage him and his four siblings. He had a remarkably carefree childhood, considering his families financial situation. Being the youngest child, he tended to go unnoticed by his mother a lot of the time, and as such was able to get away with a lot of things that other kids wouldn't be able to.
He spent a lot of his free time with his older brothers, blindly agreeing to whatever dares they could come up with. He always knew that he was just a source of entertainment for them, but he didn't really care. He just liked being able to amuse them. The rest of his free time was spent on his own, simply wandering around. He always liked being high up, and spent a lot of time climbing up anything he could find. He was never sure what it was about it that he liked, only knowing that he enjoyed the feeling of the wind against his face and the thrill of seeing the world appear so tiny below him. He grew apart from his family when his father was killed in action. His mother was sent spiraling into a terrible depression, and eventually just stopped eating, dying a couple of months after his father. Without parents to keep them all in check, his siblings all slowly drifted apart, most becoming petty criminals or simply staying unemployed.
This all happened when he was 19. He too left his childhood home, getting a typical boring office job and living in a tiny rented apartment. This didn't bother him however, he was just happy to be self sufficient without having turned to a life of crime. He missed his family sometimes, but for the most part managed to keep them out of mind.
APPEARANCE:
PHYSICAL:Jared is slim, but athletically so. He's considered a conventionally attractive man who stands at exactly 6 feet tall, with a strong jawline, piercing blue eyes, a tousled mess of brown hair and a designer stubble lining his jaw. He has tattoos covering his left arm in a patchwork of images and symbols, all of which relate to some defining event of his life.
Because I'm terrible at describing appearances, here's a picture for reference, just imagine more stubble and blue eyes:
IN-ZONE: There are relatively few changes between his physical and in-zone appearances, although the the changes that actually occur are quite striking. His hair becomes longer and pure white, and tends to float around his head as if there is a constant light breeze around him. His piercing blue irises expand to cover his entire eyes, lending him an otherworldly appearance. He also becomes mildly transparent, and if you look at him hard enough you can almost see straight through him.
POWERS:
NEXUS: Jared's power is aerokinesis, giving him control over air and the wind. When using the Nexus Projector, he is able to manipulate the air around him to suit a variety of purposes. He can create gusts of wind or small tornadoes powerful enough to move a small car, but apart from that his powers are severely limited outside of REM.
REM: In REM form, he is able to create much more powerful winds, almost equal to a hurricane in strength, and his tornadoes become that bit more devastating. He also develops new powers, including the ability to manipulate the air around him in order to grant him a form of flight. His powers may sound boring and slightly limited, but he knows how to make the most of them.
He also gains the ability to literally become wind. This ability allows him to pass through objects for a short amount of time at high speeds. The only downside to this power is that since he has technically become a gust of wind, he has to keep moving to maintain it. Even when moving, he can't keep up this power for long.
OTHER: He has an ungodly fear of spiders.</s>
<|message|>Miriam A. Grant
Waking up in the morning was something Miriam had always seen as lackluster and overall a let down compared to the life she was able to lead at night. She went from smoke throwing superhuman woman to someone who was literally on their deathbed. It was... it was an experience to live lives so hot and cold, so far from one another.
Well, at least now something interesting happened, because when her eyes thankfully opened, she was in a place that was completely different than the hospital she had been in before. It was still a hospital, but it was... well, it wasn't the hospital she'd been in the day before. She had entered the late stages of her aliment and had been moved to different hospitals in her sleep several times. She probably didn't have much time left now. Was this hospice? She found herself wondering why she even cared at this point. The TV flickered on, to show some nerd in glasses that began explaining the situation to her over some automated message, then promptly told her where to go. Her eyes narrowed and she promptly gave the TV screen the middle finger as it turned off. She lifted herself up on her elbows, but broke out into a coughing fit, and one of the service bots that were mentioned quickly stepped into the room to her aid. "How may I be of assistance?" it questioned. Miriam said nothing, instead she pointed to the garbage can, which the robot grabbed and brought over to her. She pulled it from the robot's grasp and promptly threw up into it. There was no real volume to it, as she had been on an IV for months now and hadn't eaten anything in a long time, but this happened every now and again.
"Command, bring water and the clothes supplied from the bathroom." she said. The robot promptly turned and walked off to do as it was told. She had been around these service bots for a long time now, and knew how to talk to them and what they could do, at least she did if these bots were anything like those in the hospital's. The robot returned with a glass of water, which she downed rather quickly in an attempt to wash out the taste of stomach acid from her mouth. When she finished, she took the scrubs. "Command, bring me a wheel chair." she said. The robot left the room, and she used this opportunity to get dressed while the robot was gone, pulling her red scrubs on while laying down, as she lacked the strength to stand. When the robot returned, she went through the daily protocol of sliding off the bed and into the chair. The robot detached her IV and other medical equipment that she was hooked up to to take with them. "Command," she began, waiting until the service bot finished moving her stuff. "Take me to the cafeteria."
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When she was wheeled into the cafeteria, she noticed a few people that were talking and overall doing nothing notable. Everyone was in their own little world. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something or another. "Well gee guys thanks, I had no idea I had an audience waiting for me." Miriam said to no one in particular, but out loud as the service bot wheeled her into the room and to the tables. Henry, who was in his seat away from everyone else, looked up as someone actually made an attempt to be social. He slid off the chair and into his weight, shuffling over to the tables that the others were at.
"Hey-yy everyone." He said, stuttering some. These people were all much older than him. Most seemed to be in their twenties. Shit. "My name's Henry. I, uh, I've been here for a few weeks now so I know my way around if any of you get lost in this uh, maze." he said, snapping his hands and giving them the double gun fingers. It was very obvious he was not very good at this and he was a fairly awkward child. But he was brave. "You all are going to be meeting Eli soon and..." He began. "Well, lets just say that he's going to tell you something that's going to blow your minds and... well, I look forward to working with you."
Miriam crossed her arms and raised what would be her eyebrows (if she had any hair). This kid was and beta-alpha or just brave and stupid. One of the two. "Miriam's the name. You probably wont be around me long enough for you to wear it out." she said flatly. "Where the hell am I?" she said, following up on her last question. Henry simply shrugged and gave a small smile. He willed himself not to say anything about Miriam' current position. She was probably very aware of it and pointing it out would probably make it worse. "I'm pretty sure all of your questions will be answered better by Eli than by me." he finished. "So, just hold off. He should be here any moment. He's probably talking to his bosses."</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Hmmmmm, maze? "Uhhhh, what kind of a maze you talking about here? Like an underground one?" Malcolm asked the kid, curious in case anyone else went to the same place he did, seeing how the uniforms seemed categorized but he didn't know in what ways. This... Eli... Henry had mentioned must have been important to. "And this Eli was it? What is he to us?" Malcolm also asked, he was going to try and get as much information as possible beforehand. However, he found himself as another younger member to be talking too. "Well..." He said to everyone, deciding to introduce himself like Henry had. "I'll follow by example, I'm Malcolm. I'm 17 and a raging alcoholic." He said sarcastically, trying to make a joke about rehab. Maybe not the best opener but it was worth a shot.</s>
<|message|>Lenora Puglisevic
Lenora had been busy exploring the cafeteria when the obviously seriously ill girl was wheeled in. So far she hadn't found anything particularly useful or informative; she was hoping to find some quality flatware sooner rather than later. Likely it would just be forks, spoons, and butter knives, but a fork could be pretty dangerous in the right hands. Like, say, hers.
"We weren't waiting for you," Nora said bluntly, loud enough to be clearly heard, and went back to her snooping.
Bobby was paying more attention to the fat kid. He seemed more confident than anyone else, and had apparently been here for a while. He seemed pretty well adjusted. That was a positive sign.
"Hi Henry, Miriam, Malcolm," he said, smiling as non-threateningly as possible. There seemed to be an awful lot of unaccompanied minors here. "I'm Bobby. Do your parents know you're here? Or is night-time abduction the standard way people get here?" He extended his hand to Henry and Malcolm in turn, then crouched down to offer a handshake at eye level to Miriam. "Can you, uh, shake hands?" he questioned awkwardly, eyeing the various tubes and... medical things.
He straightened back up. "I think I know what's going on here. We're werewolves, right? I mean, were-things. Can you guys all turn into monsters in your dreams too?" He directed that question at the room at large.
Nora snorted and didn't bother to reply.</s>
<|message|>Julian Maius
He was inclined to scoff at the kid's implication that this Eli's "revelation" would blow their minds, but then again the teenager didn't even look old enough to drive. To be granted the chance to fight back whatever monsters wanted to rip their way into their world would have been mind-blowing he supposed had he not figured it out a few weeks after the dreams had begun. It seemed that at least a couple of the others were at least interested in what the other boy had to say, and he stood from his seat to make his way over to the slowly forming group. Suspicions and theories he had, some of which looked to be practically confirmed, but asking the people in question would likely be for the best.
"Not really, I throw lightning around," he said in response to the older blonde as he nodded to the others around. "We've been split into three distinct groups," Julian continued as he gestured towards the colored scrubs since there was at least one of each color in those around Henry. "That aside, if anyone's followed the situation, it's clear there's three distinct type of attackers. Likely, three different locations where each strain resides, since I've only ever seen the first type in my dreams. That correct so far Henry?" While confident in being correct, the other boy did seem to have the explanations from Eli already.</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz BerdeenLocation: Unknown
Jasmine's pen freezes where it's at and she looks to the guy who has called himself "Bobby". She stands up slowly and walks over to him. "You turn into monsters in your dreams as well?" she asks, almost inaudibly. Deep within her, she is ecstatic. She has never met anyone else who has dreams like she does and now she has one, standing right in front of her, living and breathing. She tucks the pen in her ear, pushes her glasses up her nose, and grabs his hand, shaking it ferociously. "My name is Jasmine Berdeen, but most people call me Jazz. I can't believe I have met another one like me!" She stops shaking his hand and steps back. "I turn into an avian human hybrid, with a top speed, I believe, of over a thousand miles per hour. I can break the sound barrier." She sounds very proud.
She tucks her small journal into the pocket of her uniform, hoping that no one notices it. She then turns back to Bobby and says with a large smile on her face, "So what do you turn into?" She begins to examine him like her father used to do with the animals at his laboratory. "You seem to big to be an avian hybrid, but of course, looks can be deceiving considering these are in our dreams." She can hardly contain her excitement. "I just can't believe there's another one. There could possibly be more. Tell me, what can you do in your dreams?"</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm Graves
After getting the answers he needed from Henry (I'm just gonna say this already happened) Malcolm overheard someone quite ecstatic on meeting someone else with the same abilities, poking at his curiosity a little, so he decided to join. He heard the entire conversation thus far. "I think we all turn different in these... dreams." Malcolm said, friendly as possible. "But judging by your guys uniforms, I think it's much different to mine. Like that guy said over there-" He began to explain pointing to Julian. "These suits represent our category... one way or another. Sounds like you all turn into animals of some sort? Mine is way different, it's more mechanical and... well let's just keep it there." Malcolm said hoping he can get more conversation out of the two.</s>
| <|message|>Jared Swift
Jared noticed a group of other people discussing the colours of their jumpsuits and what they apparently could all do in their dreams. He hadn't really considered the importance of his dream abilities, but he guessed it would make sense for them all to be linked through them. Leaning towards them, he overhead one guy mentioning how each colour must represent their category, before claiming that he became a mechanical hybrid in his dreams.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but I think this guy has a point." He said, trying to get their attention.
"I mean, my jumpsuit's red and I dont really transform at all on my dreams. I'm able to fly and seem to have some degree of control of air currents, but that's about it. I have to say, I feel a bit left out."</s> |
<|description|>Jared Swift
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ZONE: Zone 1
PERSONALITY: Jared's a laid back kind of guy. Not easily provoked, he tends to brush off any taunts without a second thought - and as such can come across as somewhat apathetic to those who don't know him well. Despite that, he has a sense of humor and is usually perceived as likable, even if his indecisive nature can be a bit grating at times. He's not much of a leader and prefers to follow, but if he really doesn't agree with an order he isn't afraid to simply ignore it and follow his instincts instead.
HISTORY: Despite being the youngest child of a poor family, Jared didn't have a particularly troubled upbringing. His father provided for the family by enlisting in the military, whilst his mother stayed at home to try and manage him and his four siblings. He had a remarkably carefree childhood, considering his families financial situation. Being the youngest child, he tended to go unnoticed by his mother a lot of the time, and as such was able to get away with a lot of things that other kids wouldn't be able to.
He spent a lot of his free time with his older brothers, blindly agreeing to whatever dares they could come up with. He always knew that he was just a source of entertainment for them, but he didn't really care. He just liked being able to amuse them. The rest of his free time was spent on his own, simply wandering around. He always liked being high up, and spent a lot of time climbing up anything he could find. He was never sure what it was about it that he liked, only knowing that he enjoyed the feeling of the wind against his face and the thrill of seeing the world appear so tiny below him. He grew apart from his family when his father was killed in action. His mother was sent spiraling into a terrible depression, and eventually just stopped eating, dying a couple of months after his father. Without parents to keep them all in check, his siblings all slowly drifted apart, most becoming petty criminals or simply staying unemployed.
This all happened when he was 19. He too left his childhood home, getting a typical boring office job and living in a tiny rented apartment. This didn't bother him however, he was just happy to be self sufficient without having turned to a life of crime. He missed his family sometimes, but for the most part managed to keep them out of mind.
APPEARANCE:
PHYSICAL:Jared is slim, but athletically so. He's considered a conventionally attractive man who stands at exactly 6 feet tall, with a strong jawline, piercing blue eyes, a tousled mess of brown hair and a designer stubble lining his jaw. He has tattoos covering his left arm in a patchwork of images and symbols, all of which relate to some defining event of his life.
Because I'm terrible at describing appearances, here's a picture for reference, just imagine more stubble and blue eyes:
IN-ZONE: There are relatively few changes between his physical and in-zone appearances, although the the changes that actually occur are quite striking. His hair becomes longer and pure white, and tends to float around his head as if there is a constant light breeze around him. His piercing blue irises expand to cover his entire eyes, lending him an otherworldly appearance. He also becomes mildly transparent, and if you look at him hard enough you can almost see straight through him.
POWERS:
NEXUS: Jared's power is aerokinesis, giving him control over air and the wind. When using the Nexus Projector, he is able to manipulate the air around him to suit a variety of purposes. He can create gusts of wind or small tornadoes powerful enough to move a small car, but apart from that his powers are severely limited outside of REM.
REM: In REM form, he is able to create much more powerful winds, almost equal to a hurricane in strength, and his tornadoes become that bit more devastating. He also develops new powers, including the ability to manipulate the air around him in order to grant him a form of flight. His powers may sound boring and slightly limited, but he knows how to make the most of them.
He also gains the ability to literally become wind. This ability allows him to pass through objects for a short amount of time at high speeds. The only downside to this power is that since he has technically become a gust of wind, he has to keep moving to maintain it. Even when moving, he can't keep up this power for long.
OTHER: He has an ungodly fear of spiders.</s>
<|message|>Henry J. Olin
Henry Olin
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"It's my home turf, and being in the zone is a million times better than being in a damn wheelchair. So I'm in." Miriam piped up. Henry, who was still rubbing his knee like the bitch he was, also raised a hand. "I've been hearing way to much about the other zones and the Nexus. I've been waiting for two weeks to get in on it. Sign me up." Henry said, raising his hand AGAIN. He knew that when he showed up he would be different than his REM form. But he also knew some other things that would occur with some work. So he wanted to get in on that as soon as he could.
"Hey Eli," Henry said out loud. "What kind of stuff are we going to be facing in Zone One? Some people might want to know what they're going to be up against!" He shouted. He knew full well what they would be facing. Denizens were the equivalent of innocent civilians, while aggressors were their enemy. Big and red and on fire and armed to the teeth. Not fun to deal with, at least by the sounds of it. "Also, should we be expecting anything different from the Nexus projector that wouldn't occur in normal sleep?"
Miriam on the other hand, was ecstatic. She didn't know anything regarding the Nexus or REM stages, at least not yet. She however, did know that in Zone One, she was unstoppable. She wasn't as offensive as Julian or some of the other zoners despite being a fire wielder, but she couldn't be touched by their weapons. She was made of condensed ash and smoke. If they shot her, she just reformed. Her body wasn't affected by things such as bullets or blades. Rather things like water or slime. This mission would be a walk in the park, and an excuse to flex her muscles to show that cancer girl might be a bitch, but she was no wimp.</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz
Location: Unknown
Jazz is satisfied with Bobby's answer, as well as the other man's. She then turns to see their gracious, yet slightly snobby looking host walk in through the door and begin to talk about why they are here. He flashes up pictures of the places where others had been in their dreams, but the foggy wilderness stabs at her heart like a knife. She gasps slightly, grabbing a seat with a shaking hand. She recognizes the wilderness from her own dreams and she imagines those creatures that she has seen in them. It is not a pleasant sight. She looks up as he asks for volunteers to go into the first Zone: the red city. This would be a good chance for her to do some research and studying of these so called "Zones". It's not like she had much to lose.
"I'll go!" she says, standing up quickly. "I'm originally from the foggy wilderness, but this is much more exciting, especially if I get to explore." She smiles and pushes her glasses up on her nose as she looks around at the other people who volunteered: the girl in the wheel chair, another girl and the spastic boy who keeps waving his hand. She smiles. This would be a fun group to go with, but she would some how have to sneak away so she could explore.</s>
<|message|>Julian Maius
The conversation had long since died to a lull by the time the cafeteria doors opened once more. The procession of service bots indicated that it wasn't just another abductee and the fact that the man at the end didn't wear the scrubs every other occupant had on solidified that. He wondered if the robots would be able to do anything if there were some unhappy souls amongst the two hundred or so individuals around, but quickly surmised that other safety measures had been put in place. Thankfully the "presentation" got underway far quicker than the man in charge had arrived, otherwise Julian likely would have caused an incident. It was one thing to be kidnapped by an organization to face a very real threat. It was another to be kept waiting rather than be promptly briefed.
Although given how roundabout this Eli was making the explanation, the urge to interrupt and simply tell the man to get on with it was hard to clamp down on. A quiet sigh was had when the point was finally made and Julian raised his head as the room's lights flicked back on. With a shrug he stood up among the many still seated around him. "Suppose it's my home turf too." It was rare that Julian worked with others in the "dreamscape", so he didn't particularly care too much about the other volunteers. Still...
It'd be interesting to see what abilities the blonde manifested given she was from the third zone, and he'd yet to hear anything about it. The pudgy kid had his head on right he supposed, the questions were good ones, even if his attitude was rather cheerful for the morbid task ahead. He had no idea who Miriam was in the Zone given the drastic appearance shifts that could occur, so he reserved judgement. The last girl seemed to have her priorities mixed up and her head in the clouds, but, small frown aside, he kept quiet and turned his attention back to Eli.
Now hopefully this was done in a more timely manner than Eli had arrived.</s>
<|message|>Elias Winzer
Elias Winzer
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Good enough number of volunteers so far. Hopefully, more would chime in. Henry's questions (both of which he already knew the answers to, he just wanted to make a good impression on the new arrivals) would be a decent attention grabber. So, he began to speak aloud once more.
"Zone 1, you've got the Aggressors. Sure a lot of you in the red scrubs have seen them plenty of times. Flaming skin... usually. They carry guns, they travel in packs, and a good deal of them have got powers just the same as you. Surveillance team has picked up footage of several sub-types, most likely all of which you'll be encountering relatively soon."
"And what about the Nexus Projector?" Henry asked with a hint of a fake smile. He knew full well the answer they'd be given. Eli sighed before he continued.
"The Nexus Projector will allow any of you Zoners... that's the title we gave you... to enter a connected hub space between each of the three Zones. From there, you can step into any one you want, regardless if it's your home Zone or not. You can stay connected as long as you want, and the machine has a built-in, fail-safe ejection system that'll boot out anyone who's vitals on the other side get too low. That's all well and good... but there is one catch. The Nexus Projector puts you in a sort of pseudo-stasis in order to maintain a neural link with the surveillance and comm systems. So, you're not fully asleep. Because of that, your connection to the Zones is... a little weaker than usual. Don't know what that'll mean for you individually... but we'll find out in a bit so don't worry about it."
He crossed his arms again before continuing. "Any more questions, Olin?" He said aloud to the group, "Or can I get some more volunteers? C'mon, people!"</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm Graves
Malcolm listened intently to Elias and everyone else. So this was sort of like joining the army? Well, maybe not but I guess it's how he'll help the earth defend against the invasion and that was enough to bring Malcolm on board for the project. Then was the call for volunteers and four or five had already put their name down. "I'm in too!" Malcolm called, being one of the first with the number three on their shirt. The red city sounded nothing like Malcolm had faced before when he dreamt, so like any boxer should think, this will be a chance to improve himself as a fighter with a new environment and new opponents.</s>
<|message|>Ursula Elwyn
Ursula Elwyn
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With a slight jump, Ursula vaulted back to lucidity, suddenly very much aware of her surroundings and the sheer amount of people that had been packed into this cafeteria along with her. A quick push of her glasses allowed her to scan the surroundings and find that quite a few were dressed in similar scrubs to her. Black and red, with a large number 1 on the arm. Others were dressed in scrubs with the numbers 2 and 3 on them. Zoners? Nexus Projector? The severity of the invasion threat was not lost to her, but these words were flying right over her head entirely, leaving her to sit in her seat and softly mutter a drawn out 'uhhhhhhhhhhhh' to herself. She breathed in and out rapidly, beginning to sweat and panic once again as her glasses fogged up from her rising body heat. The mention of her family only served to accelerate this process, very nearly bringing her to weeping tears. Her family was being 'taken care of'? What was happening to them? What were they going to take care of? Is this some terrible organised bloodsport deal? Was she going to be released into the wilderness to be hunted as the most dangerous game? She felt sick. She felt her stomach lurching and moving erratically as her mind raced.
With a desperate leap, Ursula kept her head lower than the others around her and looked for the nearest trash receptacle. With a wet retch, she promptly voided her stomach of her previous meal and a small amount of her stomach acid. Her throat burned and stung as she slumped against the wall, managing to slur out in a quiet, pathetic tone, "Is my family dead? Are they dead?" Her voice was soft and shaking with panic. She was familiar with Aggressors, the red-skinned terrors that seemed to be spawned from her worst nightmares. She could play this game, if it meant her family would be safe. She stood slowly, ignorant of the looks of pity and disgust she was receiving.
And then she raised her hand.
"I submit myself. Just don't hurt my family. Please."</s>
| <|message|>Jared Swift
Jared listened intently as the same man that had appeared on his TV screen began talking about everything that was going on. Well, he wasn't particularly listening at first but his attention was drawn when he heard the mention of the red city, and the voluntary mission there. He was somewhat surprised when the man started mentioning 'aggressors', having never seen them himself - but then it dawned on him that he had never actually been into the city, always preferring to glide across the skyline.
"What the hell, I'm in." He shouted at the man. "Weirdly enough, I've never actually been low enough down to see these aggressors - or whatever you called them. I reckon it's about time I started learning."</s> |
<|description|>Jared Swift
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ZONE: Zone 1
PERSONALITY: Jared's a laid back kind of guy. Not easily provoked, he tends to brush off any taunts without a second thought - and as such can come across as somewhat apathetic to those who don't know him well. Despite that, he has a sense of humor and is usually perceived as likable, even if his indecisive nature can be a bit grating at times. He's not much of a leader and prefers to follow, but if he really doesn't agree with an order he isn't afraid to simply ignore it and follow his instincts instead.
HISTORY: Despite being the youngest child of a poor family, Jared didn't have a particularly troubled upbringing. His father provided for the family by enlisting in the military, whilst his mother stayed at home to try and manage him and his four siblings. He had a remarkably carefree childhood, considering his families financial situation. Being the youngest child, he tended to go unnoticed by his mother a lot of the time, and as such was able to get away with a lot of things that other kids wouldn't be able to.
He spent a lot of his free time with his older brothers, blindly agreeing to whatever dares they could come up with. He always knew that he was just a source of entertainment for them, but he didn't really care. He just liked being able to amuse them. The rest of his free time was spent on his own, simply wandering around. He always liked being high up, and spent a lot of time climbing up anything he could find. He was never sure what it was about it that he liked, only knowing that he enjoyed the feeling of the wind against his face and the thrill of seeing the world appear so tiny below him. He grew apart from his family when his father was killed in action. His mother was sent spiraling into a terrible depression, and eventually just stopped eating, dying a couple of months after his father. Without parents to keep them all in check, his siblings all slowly drifted apart, most becoming petty criminals or simply staying unemployed.
This all happened when he was 19. He too left his childhood home, getting a typical boring office job and living in a tiny rented apartment. This didn't bother him however, he was just happy to be self sufficient without having turned to a life of crime. He missed his family sometimes, but for the most part managed to keep them out of mind.
APPEARANCE:
PHYSICAL:Jared is slim, but athletically so. He's considered a conventionally attractive man who stands at exactly 6 feet tall, with a strong jawline, piercing blue eyes, a tousled mess of brown hair and a designer stubble lining his jaw. He has tattoos covering his left arm in a patchwork of images and symbols, all of which relate to some defining event of his life.
Because I'm terrible at describing appearances, here's a picture for reference, just imagine more stubble and blue eyes:
IN-ZONE: There are relatively few changes between his physical and in-zone appearances, although the the changes that actually occur are quite striking. His hair becomes longer and pure white, and tends to float around his head as if there is a constant light breeze around him. His piercing blue irises expand to cover his entire eyes, lending him an otherworldly appearance. He also becomes mildly transparent, and if you look at him hard enough you can almost see straight through him.
POWERS:
NEXUS: Jared's power is aerokinesis, giving him control over air and the wind. When using the Nexus Projector, he is able to manipulate the air around him to suit a variety of purposes. He can create gusts of wind or small tornadoes powerful enough to move a small car, but apart from that his powers are severely limited outside of REM.
REM: In REM form, he is able to create much more powerful winds, almost equal to a hurricane in strength, and his tornadoes become that bit more devastating. He also develops new powers, including the ability to manipulate the air around him in order to grant him a form of flight. His powers may sound boring and slightly limited, but he knows how to make the most of them.
He also gains the ability to literally become wind. This ability allows him to pass through objects for a short amount of time at high speeds. The only downside to this power is that since he has technically become a gust of wind, he has to keep moving to maintain it. Even when moving, he can't keep up this power for long.
OTHER: He has an ungodly fear of spiders.</s>
<|message|>Julian Maius
The red hued scenery was familiar as Julian's eyes opened and he glanced at the other two "worlds" with some interest. There wasn't much time to observe and actually entering would have to wait for another day, so with a quiet grunt he walked through as directed. The passage through the veil was odd as if pressing through syrup that wasn't the slightest bit sticky. Not uncomfortable and certainly over in an instant, but unusual all the same.
Rather than a brilliant discharge of electricity that seemed to accompany his usual appearance, which likely would have been bad given his proximity to others. Julian was aware of his much more human appearance. From a quick glance it was apparent that this body had a few extra inches in height and also the taste in clothing as some mage pulled out of one of his novels or games. Again it was odd, but not exactly uncomfortable; the robes didn't seem to impede his movement all that much and the amulet, despite its size, rested easily around his neck.
His eyes were not locked onto his strange new appearance though, not when there was something that stood out against the distant buildings. The creature was easily noticeable even at this distance, and their attention didn't seem to go unnoticed. His hands raced up to cover his ears as a ear splitting roar filled the air, and by the time the wince had faded from his expression the creature had vanished with several loud detonations. His eyes narrowed at the faint trails left behind as the arcs of lightning that had unconsciously surged forth faded away.
That strange welcoming aside, damn did some of the "Zoners" look fucking weird. It seemed that Zone 2 was filled with a bunch of werebeasts or whatever as the other man had mentioned prior to Elias' arrival. Given that Smoke Girl, who was probably Miriam given her character, had already answered Julian sufficed with a shrug as he sighed in annoyance. The Nexus entrance just had to be at the edge of town didn't it? It looked like it'd be a long damn trot to town, fucking joy that was.</s>
<|message|>Ursula Elwyn
Ursula Elwyn
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Even as the familiarity of the Red City served to put her mind at ease, Ursula couldn't help but regret her decision to climb into the Nexus Projector and even engage in this entire project and debacle. She felt as if her stomach were still heaving up matter from her earlier panic. How embarrassing, to be hurling into a trash can for all to see. She felt that she didn't have to be reminded of how she very quietly flipped her lid for a short time.
Waking up in the Red City always felt as if she was pushing her way up from beneath the soil to arrive on the surface, in the streets or within a rundown building. Using this Nexus thing was different though, more like her consciousness was being swapped over into another body like a game cartridge. When she woke to artificial consciousness surrounded by the altered forms of the people she had just seen, she was almost shocked out of her oneiric skin. So different, so varied, some completely unrecognisable compared to before, some vaguely resembling their former selves.
She glanced down at herself to see that she was different as well. Ursula noted that she looked more like a cross between a monk, a belly-dancer and a runway model, with fabric that clung to her body like a second skin and showed off her curves like no one's business. She could see in the places where the fabric parted to expose some skin, she had gained geometric markings all over that looked and followed a very similar pattern to a piece of bismuth, multiple lines following the same direction and turning at 90 degree angles to cover more of her body. The dust and pebbles from the urban locale wafted and spiraled around her form as she stepped forward to look around. She felt... lesser... in a way. The scientist said things would be different, but she didn't think they'd be this different. What a strange new set of feelings these were.
Her trance was broken by the goatman screaming into the City, literally exploding from his place up on the building and further into the city. Aggressors were getting different, or so it seemed. She pointed toward where the creature WAS and attempted to push up a pair of glasses that weren't there. "I have the most terrible sinking feeling that we will see that again."</s>
| <|message|>Jared Swift
Jared had to admit it; he was slightly embarrassed about his unfamiliarity with his own zone. As he stepped through the red wall, he realised that he didn't have a clue about anything below the skyline of the city, and as such was taken aback by the ghost like figures drifting about. This probably would have had a larger impact on him had it not been for the noticeable difference in his power level. His appearance was still the same as it usually was in this form: he could see that he had become slightly transparent and could feel his hair wafting around as if in a breeze. His clothes had changed as well – the red jumpsuit replaced by what appeared to be brown leather leggings and a distinct lack of shirt or shoes.
"Well." He muttered, "That rules out getting served in any restaurants down here."
Usually in this form he felt near omnipotent, sensing the air around him for miles as if it were a part of him. This time, however, the radius of his senses had diminished significantly, and he could only feel the currents within half a mile at most.
Feeling confused and a little bit ashamed, he noticed the girl who had called herself Miriam turn into smoke and fly off, inviting anyone that could keep up to join her. He reckoned she was his best chance of getting his bearings, so decided to follow.
"I think the question's more whether you can keep up with me!" He called playfully, submitting his body to the winds and floating swiftly past her. Bizarrely, he felt this action tiring him whereas usually he could fly with no effort whatsoever. He was going to have to be careful here in this state.</s> |
<|description|>Jared Swift
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
ZONE: Zone 1
PERSONALITY: Jared's a laid back kind of guy. Not easily provoked, he tends to brush off any taunts without a second thought - and as such can come across as somewhat apathetic to those who don't know him well. Despite that, he has a sense of humor and is usually perceived as likable, even if his indecisive nature can be a bit grating at times. He's not much of a leader and prefers to follow, but if he really doesn't agree with an order he isn't afraid to simply ignore it and follow his instincts instead.
HISTORY: Despite being the youngest child of a poor family, Jared didn't have a particularly troubled upbringing. His father provided for the family by enlisting in the military, whilst his mother stayed at home to try and manage him and his four siblings. He had a remarkably carefree childhood, considering his families financial situation. Being the youngest child, he tended to go unnoticed by his mother a lot of the time, and as such was able to get away with a lot of things that other kids wouldn't be able to.
He spent a lot of his free time with his older brothers, blindly agreeing to whatever dares they could come up with. He always knew that he was just a source of entertainment for them, but he didn't really care. He just liked being able to amuse them. The rest of his free time was spent on his own, simply wandering around. He always liked being high up, and spent a lot of time climbing up anything he could find. He was never sure what it was about it that he liked, only knowing that he enjoyed the feeling of the wind against his face and the thrill of seeing the world appear so tiny below him. He grew apart from his family when his father was killed in action. His mother was sent spiraling into a terrible depression, and eventually just stopped eating, dying a couple of months after his father. Without parents to keep them all in check, his siblings all slowly drifted apart, most becoming petty criminals or simply staying unemployed.
This all happened when he was 19. He too left his childhood home, getting a typical boring office job and living in a tiny rented apartment. This didn't bother him however, he was just happy to be self sufficient without having turned to a life of crime. He missed his family sometimes, but for the most part managed to keep them out of mind.
APPEARANCE:
PHYSICAL:Jared is slim, but athletically so. He's considered a conventionally attractive man who stands at exactly 6 feet tall, with a strong jawline, piercing blue eyes, a tousled mess of brown hair and a designer stubble lining his jaw. He has tattoos covering his left arm in a patchwork of images and symbols, all of which relate to some defining event of his life.
Because I'm terrible at describing appearances, here's a picture for reference, just imagine more stubble and blue eyes:
IN-ZONE: There are relatively few changes between his physical and in-zone appearances, although the the changes that actually occur are quite striking. His hair becomes longer and pure white, and tends to float around his head as if there is a constant light breeze around him. His piercing blue irises expand to cover his entire eyes, lending him an otherworldly appearance. He also becomes mildly transparent, and if you look at him hard enough you can almost see straight through him.
POWERS:
NEXUS: Jared's power is aerokinesis, giving him control over air and the wind. When using the Nexus Projector, he is able to manipulate the air around him to suit a variety of purposes. He can create gusts of wind or small tornadoes powerful enough to move a small car, but apart from that his powers are severely limited outside of REM.
REM: In REM form, he is able to create much more powerful winds, almost equal to a hurricane in strength, and his tornadoes become that bit more devastating. He also develops new powers, including the ability to manipulate the air around him in order to grant him a form of flight. His powers may sound boring and slightly limited, but he knows how to make the most of them.
He also gains the ability to literally become wind. This ability allows him to pass through objects for a short amount of time at high speeds. The only downside to this power is that since he has technically become a gust of wind, he has to keep moving to maintain it. Even when moving, he can't keep up this power for long.
OTHER: He has an ungodly fear of spiders.</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm listened to what she had to say. "You're right, let's try and find it first before we try anything." Malcolm said to the women as they made their way down a street in the city. "And hopefully it does just find some grass to eat." He said with a smile. His eyes kept darting around looking for a power source. "I need some electricity first so I can supercharge these." Malcolm said, clenching his metal fists to illustrate them. "Just where?" He asked, more of a question to himself but either way. "Oh yeah! He suddenly remembered he didn't introduce himself. "I'm Malcolm by the way."</s>
<|message|>Ursula Elwyn
Ursula Elwyn
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Ursula returned the smile in kind. This boy seemed rather friendly, and that would be more than okay with her outside in the normal world, but something about being in the Zone and the Nexus situation threw her off. For now, she erred on the side of caution and remained wary of the entire situation. She spoke plainly, tone rather nonchalant, "Nice meetin' you, Mal. I'm partial to being called Ursula, since its my name and all. Hahaha..." Her laughter weened off into a drawn out whine, a pathetic attempt to bridge the uncomfortable silence. At the mention and showing of his gauntlets, she pondered out loud to him. "Well, if you follow power-lines around, they usually link up to a transformer or a pylon. There are also those sidewalk power boxes that you could probably bust open like a roasted walnut..." She stopped for a moment to slam her foot on the ground, reporting back with, "As for underground power, may as well be Atlantis to me. No idea where they are. Seems like the power boxes would be your best be-"
The dying cry of an Aggressor made Ursula turn her head so fast that she could feel the tendons in her neck straining to keep up, skirt whirling excitedly as she swivelled on the spot to assess where it was coming from. A death call meant that more might be on the way soon. Maybe it had something to do with the terrifying goatman, maybe it had found an opponent to go toe-to-toe with. She pointed in the general direction of the noise and looked to her new companion Malcolm. "Oooooooohhhhhh that isn't good. Not good at all. That could be that goat-thing. Could be someone ate some bad enchilada. Sounds a lot like bad enchilada." With no further word, she moved forward, bare feet kicking up dust as she hopped towards the noise. "We can find you a juice station on the way, or there if we are lucky. Come on, Mal."</s>
<|message|>Henry J. Olin
Miriam Grant
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Miriam heard Jared's response but could and did not respond, rather she slowed, reforming mid air to land on a roof top. She fell to the floor of the roof, her inertia keeping her moving forward as she hit the ceiling heels first. She leaned backwards into her landing to keep herself from toppling forwards. Her arms came out to balance herself as she came to a stop, and she snapped up to her full height once again. She turned to look at the one who had decided to come with, her orange eyes following his movements. He was fast. Faster than her over a long distance at least. She waved one of her arms in the air in an attempt to get him to land with her, or on a neighboring rooftop.
"Hey twinkletoes! Quick blowing the sky and land!"
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Henry Olin
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Henry groaned, wiping his maw with his forearm. He shook his head and put his hand on the side of his head that the Aggressor had struck with the lead pipe. Normally after he ate he would be back on his feet good as new, but it felt slowed this time, as if he had taken the blow a day or so ago rather than just the time of. He shook his head an attempted to ignore the pain as he staggered to his feet. He had eaten most of the aggressors he had just killed, but there was still some of the bodies left. Parts of the legs and arms and other parts that weren't as sought after, at least not in animals he was used to hunting. Parts like the skull if you get get through it, throat, torso and thighs... those were the good parts. He shook his body for a moment and did a small hop to try and get his blood flowing more. He looked over to the larger corpse he had just fed from and noticed that it's hand was still clenched around it's weapon, which had previously been used on him. It was what looked like a lead pipe, about two feet long. Not exactly the kind of thing you'd expect for someone Henry's size to use as a weapon but it was something.
He leaned down, groaning more because his head throbbed from the earlier strike, but picked up the weapon anyway. It was a bit heavier than he expected, but easily within the realms of his use. He smelt the corpses, taking in the aggressor's scents as to discern potential prey items from the other disinteresting creatures that lived in this plane. He turned around and noticed that there were still a few denizens watching him. He stood still for a second, watching to see how they would react, if they would attack like how the aggressors had or not.
There was a moment of silence, and seeing as that they were not threats, Henry slowly backed away to the end of the alley and into the street it connected to. The denizens grabbed what was left of the bodies and pulled them away into the crowd and out of his line of sight. He rubbed the small bump growing on his head again, and continued a slow pace down the street. Not too far away however, there was a bright flash, then a crack and some shouting about someone who was a scuba girl. He picked up his pace and followed the street down to where the noise was coming from. Another step forward and he was at figurative gunpoint. At literal electrical point. "Dont shoot, it's Henry." he said, raising his hands. "I came running when i heard the screeching and the shouting. And the lightning." he said, looking over Julian to the corpses that he had created. One was blackened and cooked and the other was... still fresh. Both were still good though. At least to him.
"You gonna eat that?" Henry said rhetorically, nodding over to the corpses. One of his biggest weaknesses was that he was always hungry. At least in REM form. His hunger was ever present in Nexus form as well, it seemed. He slid past Julian and moved the blackened corpse to get at what was left of the Denizen. Henry had no reservation for their lives, it seemed. Seeing them more as prey or a food source. He placed the lead pipe on the ground and began tearing into the body. He stopped in between bites to speak. "I heard you say something like... scuba girl. Are you looking for someone? I could track them."</s>
| <|message|>Jared Swift
As usual, Jared had underestimated his speed and had gone soaring far past the point where Miriam had stopped. He seemed to be lacking a lot of control in this form; he was usually able to stop and start flying at will but was currently having trouble actually slowing down. It took him a couple more meters before he actually managed to regain control and come to a halt. Turning around, he attempted to gently propel himself towards the rooftop that Miriam was standing on, but still only just managed to land on the edge.
"Bloody hell..." He muttered, detesting this lack of control. He spun around to face his companion.
"Twinkletoes? Is that seriously the best you can come up with?" He teased. "I would have thought some sort of genie reference would have been more appropriate at least, considering my attire."
He looked her up and down almost imperceptibly. She was attractive, there was no denying that. However, he had a suspicion that she was actually a lot younger than she looked, and decided it was probably best to leave any thoughts of that nature right there.
"So, jailbait." He grinned. "You want to show me around? It's embarrassing to admit it, but I've never actually been low enough down to witness this beautiful city in it's entirety."</s> |
<|description|>Cara Varnham
AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
ZONE: 3
PERSONALITY: Coming from a militaristic background, as you can imagine, Cara has a strictly no-bullshit personality. She has little tolerance for idiocy or foolishness, although she will readily come to assistance in the time of need. She enjoys working with machinery and the likes, and is incredibly well versed on the inner workings of most machines. Cara tends to be somewhat lax around her closest friends. Although on occasion, her sanity tends to be questionable.
HISTORY: Cara Varnham lived a fairly normal life. She grew up in Colorado, in a family with a long miltary history. She ended up being a bit of a child prodigy in school, and she was introduced to machinery at an early age, taking a vivid interest in it. Throughout school Cara was never hugely popular, although she always had a small group of friends she enjoyed being around. During high school, she offered to work on classmate's vehicles for a lower price to pay for her college tuition.
However, at the age of 19, Cara was involved with a serious car accident. Her vehicle was T-boned at an intersection due to a drunk driver. She was hospitalized with a broken leg, and various lacerations on her left side and face, leaving her blind in her left eye. After recovering, Cara began suffering from various nightmares. She currently lives in an apartment in Boulder, working as a mechanic while meeting with a psychiatrist once a week.
APPEARANCE
* PHYSICAL: Cara sports a tall, slim figure, although deceptively strong for her size, with dark brown eyes and long, tangerine colored hair that goes down to her midsection. While her hair typically covers it, if you happen to see her left eye, you will find that it is white and milky, and she cannot see through it. She has slightly tanned white skin with scars on her left side, as well as a slim waist and a noticeable bust.
* IN-ZONE: When in the Zone, Cara's nexus appearance, from a distance, does not look different from her own self outside of the Zone. However, upon closer inspection, one will find an ethereal white mist coming from her left eye. When in her Nexus form Cara is seen wearing a basic hoodie and jeans combo. However, in her REM form, Cara's appearance differs far from her normal form. The entire left side of her body is mechanical, while she is able to manipulate the form of her left arm. The mist from her left eye is far stronger now, with various glowing white lines advancing from it on her skin. She still wears the same hoodie and jeans combo from her nexus form, however when it reaches the left side of her body it is torn up in various places.
POWERS
* NEXUS: When in her nexus form, Cara is able to manipulate her own blood as a weapon. This means, the more she becomes injured, and the more she bleeds, the more power Cara has to work with in her Nexus form. She can use her blood to perform kinetic based attacks, peircing based attacks, or defensive measures such as a shield.
* REM: When in her REM form, Cara is capable of morphing her left arm mechanically. This allows her to do various things such as create walls, shields, traps, and more. Her ability to manipulate her own blood is more powerful as well, allowing her to perform something as simple as ensnaring her enemies, or a sort of surfboard for her to ride on.
OTHER: Nothing significant.</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Hmmmmm, maze? "Uhhhh, what kind of a maze you talking about here? Like an underground one?" Malcolm asked the kid, curious in case anyone else went to the same place he did, seeing how the uniforms seemed categorized but he didn't know in what ways. This... Eli... Henry had mentioned must have been important to. "And this Eli was it? What is he to us?" Malcolm also asked, he was going to try and get as much information as possible beforehand. However, he found himself as another younger member to be talking too. "Well..." He said to everyone, deciding to introduce himself like Henry had. "I'll follow by example, I'm Malcolm. I'm 17 and a raging alcoholic." He said sarcastically, trying to make a joke about rehab. Maybe not the best opener but it was worth a shot.</s>
<|message|>Lenora Puglisevic
Lenora had been busy exploring the cafeteria when the obviously seriously ill girl was wheeled in. So far she hadn't found anything particularly useful or informative; she was hoping to find some quality flatware sooner rather than later. Likely it would just be forks, spoons, and butter knives, but a fork could be pretty dangerous in the right hands. Like, say, hers.
"We weren't waiting for you," Nora said bluntly, loud enough to be clearly heard, and went back to her snooping.
Bobby was paying more attention to the fat kid. He seemed more confident than anyone else, and had apparently been here for a while. He seemed pretty well adjusted. That was a positive sign.
"Hi Henry, Miriam, Malcolm," he said, smiling as non-threateningly as possible. There seemed to be an awful lot of unaccompanied minors here. "I'm Bobby. Do your parents know you're here? Or is night-time abduction the standard way people get here?" He extended his hand to Henry and Malcolm in turn, then crouched down to offer a handshake at eye level to Miriam. "Can you, uh, shake hands?" he questioned awkwardly, eyeing the various tubes and... medical things.
He straightened back up. "I think I know what's going on here. We're werewolves, right? I mean, were-things. Can you guys all turn into monsters in your dreams too?" He directed that question at the room at large.
Nora snorted and didn't bother to reply.</s>
<|message|>Julian Maius
He was inclined to scoff at the kid's implication that this Eli's "revelation" would blow their minds, but then again the teenager didn't even look old enough to drive. To be granted the chance to fight back whatever monsters wanted to rip their way into their world would have been mind-blowing he supposed had he not figured it out a few weeks after the dreams had begun. It seemed that at least a couple of the others were at least interested in what the other boy had to say, and he stood from his seat to make his way over to the slowly forming group. Suspicions and theories he had, some of which looked to be practically confirmed, but asking the people in question would likely be for the best.
"Not really, I throw lightning around," he said in response to the older blonde as he nodded to the others around. "We've been split into three distinct groups," Julian continued as he gestured towards the colored scrubs since there was at least one of each color in those around Henry. "That aside, if anyone's followed the situation, it's clear there's three distinct type of attackers. Likely, three different locations where each strain resides, since I've only ever seen the first type in my dreams. That correct so far Henry?" While confident in being correct, the other boy did seem to have the explanations from Eli already.</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz BerdeenLocation: Unknown
Jasmine's pen freezes where it's at and she looks to the guy who has called himself "Bobby". She stands up slowly and walks over to him. "You turn into monsters in your dreams as well?" she asks, almost inaudibly. Deep within her, she is ecstatic. She has never met anyone else who has dreams like she does and now she has one, standing right in front of her, living and breathing. She tucks the pen in her ear, pushes her glasses up her nose, and grabs his hand, shaking it ferociously. "My name is Jasmine Berdeen, but most people call me Jazz. I can't believe I have met another one like me!" She stops shaking his hand and steps back. "I turn into an avian human hybrid, with a top speed, I believe, of over a thousand miles per hour. I can break the sound barrier." She sounds very proud.
She tucks her small journal into the pocket of her uniform, hoping that no one notices it. She then turns back to Bobby and says with a large smile on her face, "So what do you turn into?" She begins to examine him like her father used to do with the animals at his laboratory. "You seem to big to be an avian hybrid, but of course, looks can be deceiving considering these are in our dreams." She can hardly contain her excitement. "I just can't believe there's another one. There could possibly be more. Tell me, what can you do in your dreams?"</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm Graves
After getting the answers he needed from Henry (I'm just gonna say this already happened) Malcolm overheard someone quite ecstatic on meeting someone else with the same abilities, poking at his curiosity a little, so he decided to join. He heard the entire conversation thus far. "I think we all turn different in these... dreams." Malcolm said, friendly as possible. "But judging by your guys uniforms, I think it's much different to mine. Like that guy said over there-" He began to explain pointing to Julian. "These suits represent our category... one way or another. Sounds like you all turn into animals of some sort? Mine is way different, it's more mechanical and... well let's just keep it there." Malcolm said hoping he can get more conversation out of the two.</s>
<|message|>Jared Swift
Jared noticed a group of other people discussing the colours of their jumpsuits and what they apparently could all do in their dreams. He hadn't really considered the importance of his dream abilities, but he guessed it would make sense for them all to be linked through them. Leaning towards them, he overhead one guy mentioning how each colour must represent their category, before claiming that he became a mechanical hybrid in his dreams.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but I think this guy has a point." He said, trying to get their attention.
"I mean, my jumpsuit's red and I dont really transform at all on my dreams. I'm able to fly and seem to have some degree of control of air currents, but that's about it. I have to say, I feel a bit left out."</s>
<|message|>Henry J. Olin
"Again, people, I'm gonna let Eli explain everything. All I know is that SOMEONE is good at observing their surroundings." Henry said motioning with his hands and a smile on his face, and then clapped his hands together. "Very good, no spoilers by me though... But uh, nice to meet you all."
"And SOMEONE doesnt know what a joke is." Miriam interjected, her eyes narrowing at Lenora. Was this girl for real? Henry cleared his throat, and jumped a little when Bobby was in front of him, but quickly realizing he was friendly, Henry shook his hand. Miriam looked up to Bobby with a furrowed eyebrow at first, intent on being resilient, but signed and reached a shaky hand up to meet his. "To uh, answer your question, I dont turn into a werewolf. I uh... well I guess you all will see that if you go REM. You might've seen me around though. I apologize if I ever chased you." Henry said, giving an awkward laugh. Oh hell he would have a lot of explaining to do if they saw his REM form and had seen him before, ravaging the wildlife population.
He listened momentarily to the other's conversation. "I feel bad for you guys. Your REM's seem boring as hell. But lightning man, you're on track. We have a terrible trio of creatures we have to deal with and each of us come from one of those places. He looked over to Malcom. "Everyone keeps asking, so I'll say it. I turn into a ten ton, two story tall, fire breathing monster that looks like a cross between King Kong and a Tyrannosaurus Rex with the resilience of a tank and rhinoceros and strength of the incredible Hulk scaled up to the size of an elephant." he said, crossing his arms. He looked over to Jared, and shrugged. "Hey man, dont feel too bad. You're not having to constantly kill things to quell a hunger that never goes away. You can actually control yourself pretty well."</s>
| <|message|>Cara Varnham
Waking up with a groan, Cara sat up to find herself in an unfamiliar room, rather than her apartment bedroom. Looking around, she found the room did not look unlike that of a hospital, with the bed she was currently sitting on being in the corner, with a desk in the opposite corner, with a door next to it. There was a TV in the upper corner of the room, as well as another door at the end of her bed that did not seem to have a handle. Looking herself over, Cara found she still had the clothes she had fallen asleep in the previous night, and she did not seem to be physically injured in any way.
Standing up, Cara muttered, "I want to assume the worst, but I don't seem to be injured, so, why exactly am I here?"
Looking inside the door next to the desk, Cara found it housed a bathroom, with some uniforms inside it. Before she could investigate further, she heard the TV in the other room turn itself on and begin playing something. Moving back into the other room, Cara stopped for a moment to listen to what it was playing.
"This still doesn't seem to explain what's going on here." Cara said as she watched.
After listening to the message, Cara went back into the bathroom and picked up the uniforms, investigating them further. She found they were black uniforms with a white 3 on the shoulder. Putting one on, she stepped out of the bathroom, moving in front of the door near the bed she woke up in. The door slid open, leading into a hallway. Heading out of the room she woke up in, Cara began to follow the green line as instructed, keeping a brisk pace, passing various humanoid service bots as she went. Heading down some stairs, Cara eventually found herself at the cafeteria, as the message had promised. Looking around, she saw that many people were already here, some of which seemed to be in a small group.
"Seems I'm a bit late to the party." Cara said, as she moved to sit down at one of the tables.</s> |
<|description|>Cara Varnham
AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
ZONE: 3
PERSONALITY: Coming from a militaristic background, as you can imagine, Cara has a strictly no-bullshit personality. She has little tolerance for idiocy or foolishness, although she will readily come to assistance in the time of need. She enjoys working with machinery and the likes, and is incredibly well versed on the inner workings of most machines. Cara tends to be somewhat lax around her closest friends. Although on occasion, her sanity tends to be questionable.
HISTORY: Cara Varnham lived a fairly normal life. She grew up in Colorado, in a family with a long miltary history. She ended up being a bit of a child prodigy in school, and she was introduced to machinery at an early age, taking a vivid interest in it. Throughout school Cara was never hugely popular, although she always had a small group of friends she enjoyed being around. During high school, she offered to work on classmate's vehicles for a lower price to pay for her college tuition.
However, at the age of 19, Cara was involved with a serious car accident. Her vehicle was T-boned at an intersection due to a drunk driver. She was hospitalized with a broken leg, and various lacerations on her left side and face, leaving her blind in her left eye. After recovering, Cara began suffering from various nightmares. She currently lives in an apartment in Boulder, working as a mechanic while meeting with a psychiatrist once a week.
APPEARANCE
* PHYSICAL: Cara sports a tall, slim figure, although deceptively strong for her size, with dark brown eyes and long, tangerine colored hair that goes down to her midsection. While her hair typically covers it, if you happen to see her left eye, you will find that it is white and milky, and she cannot see through it. She has slightly tanned white skin with scars on her left side, as well as a slim waist and a noticeable bust.
* IN-ZONE: When in the Zone, Cara's nexus appearance, from a distance, does not look different from her own self outside of the Zone. However, upon closer inspection, one will find an ethereal white mist coming from her left eye. When in her Nexus form Cara is seen wearing a basic hoodie and jeans combo. However, in her REM form, Cara's appearance differs far from her normal form. The entire left side of her body is mechanical, while she is able to manipulate the form of her left arm. The mist from her left eye is far stronger now, with various glowing white lines advancing from it on her skin. She still wears the same hoodie and jeans combo from her nexus form, however when it reaches the left side of her body it is torn up in various places.
POWERS
* NEXUS: When in her nexus form, Cara is able to manipulate her own blood as a weapon. This means, the more she becomes injured, and the more she bleeds, the more power Cara has to work with in her Nexus form. She can use her blood to perform kinetic based attacks, peircing based attacks, or defensive measures such as a shield.
* REM: When in her REM form, Cara is capable of morphing her left arm mechanically. This allows her to do various things such as create walls, shields, traps, and more. Her ability to manipulate her own blood is more powerful as well, allowing her to perform something as simple as ensnaring her enemies, or a sort of surfboard for her to ride on.
OTHER: Nothing significant.</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz
Location: Unknown
Jazz is satisfied with Bobby's answer, as well as the other man's. She then turns to see their gracious, yet slightly snobby looking host walk in through the door and begin to talk about why they are here. He flashes up pictures of the places where others had been in their dreams, but the foggy wilderness stabs at her heart like a knife. She gasps slightly, grabbing a seat with a shaking hand. She recognizes the wilderness from her own dreams and she imagines those creatures that she has seen in them. It is not a pleasant sight. She looks up as he asks for volunteers to go into the first Zone: the red city. This would be a good chance for her to do some research and studying of these so called "Zones". It's not like she had much to lose.
"I'll go!" she says, standing up quickly. "I'm originally from the foggy wilderness, but this is much more exciting, especially if I get to explore." She smiles and pushes her glasses up on her nose as she looks around at the other people who volunteered: the girl in the wheel chair, another girl and the spastic boy who keeps waving his hand. She smiles. This would be a fun group to go with, but she would some how have to sneak away so she could explore.</s>
<|message|>Julian Maius
The conversation had long since died to a lull by the time the cafeteria doors opened once more. The procession of service bots indicated that it wasn't just another abductee and the fact that the man at the end didn't wear the scrubs every other occupant had on solidified that. He wondered if the robots would be able to do anything if there were some unhappy souls amongst the two hundred or so individuals around, but quickly surmised that other safety measures had been put in place. Thankfully the "presentation" got underway far quicker than the man in charge had arrived, otherwise Julian likely would have caused an incident. It was one thing to be kidnapped by an organization to face a very real threat. It was another to be kept waiting rather than be promptly briefed.
Although given how roundabout this Eli was making the explanation, the urge to interrupt and simply tell the man to get on with it was hard to clamp down on. A quiet sigh was had when the point was finally made and Julian raised his head as the room's lights flicked back on. With a shrug he stood up among the many still seated around him. "Suppose it's my home turf too." It was rare that Julian worked with others in the "dreamscape", so he didn't particularly care too much about the other volunteers. Still...
It'd be interesting to see what abilities the blonde manifested given she was from the third zone, and he'd yet to hear anything about it. The pudgy kid had his head on right he supposed, the questions were good ones, even if his attitude was rather cheerful for the morbid task ahead. He had no idea who Miriam was in the Zone given the drastic appearance shifts that could occur, so he reserved judgement. The last girl seemed to have her priorities mixed up and her head in the clouds, but, small frown aside, he kept quiet and turned his attention back to Eli.
Now hopefully this was done in a more timely manner than Eli had arrived.</s>
<|message|>Elias Winzer
Elias Winzer
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Good enough number of volunteers so far. Hopefully, more would chime in. Henry's questions (both of which he already knew the answers to, he just wanted to make a good impression on the new arrivals) would be a decent attention grabber. So, he began to speak aloud once more.
"Zone 1, you've got the Aggressors. Sure a lot of you in the red scrubs have seen them plenty of times. Flaming skin... usually. They carry guns, they travel in packs, and a good deal of them have got powers just the same as you. Surveillance team has picked up footage of several sub-types, most likely all of which you'll be encountering relatively soon."
"And what about the Nexus Projector?" Henry asked with a hint of a fake smile. He knew full well the answer they'd be given. Eli sighed before he continued.
"The Nexus Projector will allow any of you Zoners... that's the title we gave you... to enter a connected hub space between each of the three Zones. From there, you can step into any one you want, regardless if it's your home Zone or not. You can stay connected as long as you want, and the machine has a built-in, fail-safe ejection system that'll boot out anyone who's vitals on the other side get too low. That's all well and good... but there is one catch. The Nexus Projector puts you in a sort of pseudo-stasis in order to maintain a neural link with the surveillance and comm systems. So, you're not fully asleep. Because of that, your connection to the Zones is... a little weaker than usual. Don't know what that'll mean for you individually... but we'll find out in a bit so don't worry about it."
He crossed his arms again before continuing. "Any more questions, Olin?" He said aloud to the group, "Or can I get some more volunteers? C'mon, people!"</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm Graves
Malcolm listened intently to Elias and everyone else. So this was sort of like joining the army? Well, maybe not but I guess it's how he'll help the earth defend against the invasion and that was enough to bring Malcolm on board for the project. Then was the call for volunteers and four or five had already put their name down. "I'm in too!" Malcolm called, being one of the first with the number three on their shirt. The red city sounded nothing like Malcolm had faced before when he dreamt, so like any boxer should think, this will be a chance to improve himself as a fighter with a new environment and new opponents.</s>
<|message|>Ursula Elwyn
Ursula Elwyn
---
With a slight jump, Ursula vaulted back to lucidity, suddenly very much aware of her surroundings and the sheer amount of people that had been packed into this cafeteria along with her. A quick push of her glasses allowed her to scan the surroundings and find that quite a few were dressed in similar scrubs to her. Black and red, with a large number 1 on the arm. Others were dressed in scrubs with the numbers 2 and 3 on them. Zoners? Nexus Projector? The severity of the invasion threat was not lost to her, but these words were flying right over her head entirely, leaving her to sit in her seat and softly mutter a drawn out 'uhhhhhhhhhhhh' to herself. She breathed in and out rapidly, beginning to sweat and panic once again as her glasses fogged up from her rising body heat. The mention of her family only served to accelerate this process, very nearly bringing her to weeping tears. Her family was being 'taken care of'? What was happening to them? What were they going to take care of? Is this some terrible organised bloodsport deal? Was she going to be released into the wilderness to be hunted as the most dangerous game? She felt sick. She felt her stomach lurching and moving erratically as her mind raced.
With a desperate leap, Ursula kept her head lower than the others around her and looked for the nearest trash receptacle. With a wet retch, she promptly voided her stomach of her previous meal and a small amount of her stomach acid. Her throat burned and stung as she slumped against the wall, managing to slur out in a quiet, pathetic tone, "Is my family dead? Are they dead?" Her voice was soft and shaking with panic. She was familiar with Aggressors, the red-skinned terrors that seemed to be spawned from her worst nightmares. She could play this game, if it meant her family would be safe. She stood slowly, ignorant of the looks of pity and disgust she was receiving.
And then she raised her hand.
"I submit myself. Just don't hurt my family. Please."</s>
<|message|>Jared Swift
Jared listened intently as the same man that had appeared on his TV screen began talking about everything that was going on. Well, he wasn't particularly listening at first but his attention was drawn when he heard the mention of the red city, and the voluntary mission there. He was somewhat surprised when the man started mentioning 'aggressors', having never seen them himself - but then it dawned on him that he had never actually been into the city, always preferring to glide across the skyline.
"What the hell, I'm in." He shouted at the man. "Weirdly enough, I've never actually been low enough down to see these aggressors - or whatever you called them. I reckon it's about time I started learning."</s>
<|message|>Erasmus Ambrose "Bobby" Smith
E.A. "Bobby" Smith
Bobby glared daggers at the big blonde woman who had stabbed Henry with a fork. He moved alongside her and whispered furiously, "Hey, what do you think you're doing? You can't just stab a kid with a fork. Didn't anyone ever teach you to pick on people your own size?" He said that last part completely un-ironically, having apparently forgotten already about the chubby kid's Zone form.
Unbelievably, the blonde looked confused or maybe the slightest bit irritated. "It was a spork, and I already explained myself, didn't I?" she said slowly. Bobby couldn't help but notice that she had her hand on the pocket she had slipped the eating utensil back into. Clearly, this was a dangerously insane individual. He put some space between himself and her. He wasn't running away, just... well, there was no shame in not wanting to be the next one who got sporked, right?
"I'd better come along too," he said, directing his comment to Eli. Everyone he had spoken to earlier had already volunteered, and he kind of had a feeling it wouldn't be a good idea to leave that crazy woman unsupervised. He threw a winning smile around at the other volunteers. "I think I count as a responsible adult in this situation. Assuming we're going to be grading on a curve."</s>
| <|message|>Cara Varnham
Cara listened closely to the man who had stepped up, taking in as much information as she could. If what he was saying were true, then they were going to act as a defense force against these monsters in the zones. While volunteering or not was a no-brainer, there were still questions left unanswered. For one, who exactly was the man that had stepped up? He hadn't introduced himself at any point. Two, he mentions that this project was supported by Somnaitis APR, did that make them some sort of private military, or did they have government support? Regardless, Cara stood up.
"I'm up for it." She said, "When do we begin?"</s> |
<|description|>Elias Winzer
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
ZONE: N/A
PERSONALITY: Eli will initially come across as the type who's snarky, work-focused, and quick to take charge of almost any situation. At his core, however, he's a decent person. Years of constant working, guiding Somniatis agents into the unknown, and losing trust in people he once looked up to, have all left him in a state of mind that does not easily allow things like friendships and admirations to grow. But behind all that is a man who desires nothing more than to see both himself and those he works with succeed in all their endeavors, and he will often go to surprising lengths to see such things through to the end. While it is never immediately apparent, he does care about the wellbeing of the Zoners, if only so that they can maintain their capability and willingness to continue fighting.
HISTORY: Elias Winzer, otherwise known as Eli, or "Operator", is the appointed leader of Somniatis' ongoing effort to construct a defense against the otherworldly beings appearing on Earth. He is the man in charge of locating Zoners across the globe, sending agents to retrieve them, welcoming them to the facility, accommodating them to the facility, and guiding them in their excursions into the Zones. He is the only known individual capable of operating the Nexus Projector, the machine that allows the Zoners to enter any Zone at any time, at the cost of reduced power effectiveness.
As far as he is willing to say, Eli has been with Somniatis for years now, and was a supporting figure in the construction of the Nexus Projector alongside the group's founder, Robert Kilander, who passed away just under two years ago. Beyond all that, you won't get much without asking politely.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL:
* IN-ZONE: N/A
POWERS
* NEXUS: N/A
* REM: N/A
OTHER: Nothing of note. Yet.</s>
<|message|>Lenora Puglisevic
Lenora Puglesivic
Well, Lenora, Mom was right. You didn't say your prayers before bed and now you've been kidnapped by secular humanists, just like she said.
The thought bounced wryly around her head as Lenora returned the spork to her pocket. It had been years since she had spoken to any member of her immediate family. She had a few cousins who had also left the faith, but she didn't have much in common with them. So, unlike most people there, the thought of her family hadn't even occurred to her until Eli brought it up.
Well. What did she have to lose? She only bothered to work so that she could fund her hobbies. The dreams were interesting enough to count as a hobby. If she could get someone to pay her room and board while she was here, then she didn't have a problem with the situation. Much. She still might attempt escape - Nora wasn't super thrilled at the idea of secret compounds - but for now, she was comfortable going along with the project.
"I'll go," she said. "I don't have to be from the red city, right? I mean, dream myself there? Because my dreams are of the maze-factory."</s>
<|message|>Henry J. Olin
Henry Olin
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"It's my home turf, and being in the zone is a million times better than being in a damn wheelchair. So I'm in." Miriam piped up. Henry, who was still rubbing his knee like the bitch he was, also raised a hand. "I've been hearing way to much about the other zones and the Nexus. I've been waiting for two weeks to get in on it. Sign me up." Henry said, raising his hand AGAIN. He knew that when he showed up he would be different than his REM form. But he also knew some other things that would occur with some work. So he wanted to get in on that as soon as he could.
"Hey Eli," Henry said out loud. "What kind of stuff are we going to be facing in Zone One? Some people might want to know what they're going to be up against!" He shouted. He knew full well what they would be facing. Denizens were the equivalent of innocent civilians, while aggressors were their enemy. Big and red and on fire and armed to the teeth. Not fun to deal with, at least by the sounds of it. "Also, should we be expecting anything different from the Nexus projector that wouldn't occur in normal sleep?"
Miriam on the other hand, was ecstatic. She didn't know anything regarding the Nexus or REM stages, at least not yet. She however, did know that in Zone One, she was unstoppable. She wasn't as offensive as Julian or some of the other zoners despite being a fire wielder, but she couldn't be touched by their weapons. She was made of condensed ash and smoke. If they shot her, she just reformed. Her body wasn't affected by things such as bullets or blades. Rather things like water or slime. This mission would be a walk in the park, and an excuse to flex her muscles to show that cancer girl might be a bitch, but she was no wimp.</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz
Location: Unknown
Jazz is satisfied with Bobby's answer, as well as the other man's. She then turns to see their gracious, yet slightly snobby looking host walk in through the door and begin to talk about why they are here. He flashes up pictures of the places where others had been in their dreams, but the foggy wilderness stabs at her heart like a knife. She gasps slightly, grabbing a seat with a shaking hand. She recognizes the wilderness from her own dreams and she imagines those creatures that she has seen in them. It is not a pleasant sight. She looks up as he asks for volunteers to go into the first Zone: the red city. This would be a good chance for her to do some research and studying of these so called "Zones". It's not like she had much to lose.
"I'll go!" she says, standing up quickly. "I'm originally from the foggy wilderness, but this is much more exciting, especially if I get to explore." She smiles and pushes her glasses up on her nose as she looks around at the other people who volunteered: the girl in the wheel chair, another girl and the spastic boy who keeps waving his hand. She smiles. This would be a fun group to go with, but she would some how have to sneak away so she could explore.</s>
<|message|>Julian Maius
The conversation had long since died to a lull by the time the cafeteria doors opened once more. The procession of service bots indicated that it wasn't just another abductee and the fact that the man at the end didn't wear the scrubs every other occupant had on solidified that. He wondered if the robots would be able to do anything if there were some unhappy souls amongst the two hundred or so individuals around, but quickly surmised that other safety measures had been put in place. Thankfully the "presentation" got underway far quicker than the man in charge had arrived, otherwise Julian likely would have caused an incident. It was one thing to be kidnapped by an organization to face a very real threat. It was another to be kept waiting rather than be promptly briefed.
Although given how roundabout this Eli was making the explanation, the urge to interrupt and simply tell the man to get on with it was hard to clamp down on. A quiet sigh was had when the point was finally made and Julian raised his head as the room's lights flicked back on. With a shrug he stood up among the many still seated around him. "Suppose it's my home turf too." It was rare that Julian worked with others in the "dreamscape", so he didn't particularly care too much about the other volunteers. Still...
It'd be interesting to see what abilities the blonde manifested given she was from the third zone, and he'd yet to hear anything about it. The pudgy kid had his head on right he supposed, the questions were good ones, even if his attitude was rather cheerful for the morbid task ahead. He had no idea who Miriam was in the Zone given the drastic appearance shifts that could occur, so he reserved judgement. The last girl seemed to have her priorities mixed up and her head in the clouds, but, small frown aside, he kept quiet and turned his attention back to Eli.
Now hopefully this was done in a more timely manner than Eli had arrived.</s>
| <|message|>Elias Winzer
Good enough number of volunteers so far. Hopefully, more would chime in. Henry's questions (both of which he already knew the answers to, he just wanted to make a good impression on the new arrivals) would be a decent attention grabber. So, he began to speak aloud once more.
"Zone 1, you've got the Aggressors. Sure a lot of you in the red scrubs have seen them plenty of times. Flaming skin... usually. They carry guns, they travel in packs, and a good deal of them have got powers just the same as you. Surveillance team has picked up footage of several sub-types, most likely all of which you'll be encountering relatively soon."
"And what about the Nexus Projector?" Henry asked with a hint of a fake smile. He knew full well the answer they'd be given. Eli sighed before he continued.
"The Nexus Projector will allow any of you Zoners... that's the title we gave you... to enter a connected hub space between each of the three Zones. From there, you can step into any one you want, regardless if it's your home Zone or not. You can stay connected as long as you want, and the machine has a built-in, fail-safe ejection system that'll boot out anyone who's vitals on the other side get too low. That's all well and good... but there is one catch. The Nexus Projector puts you in a sort of pseudo-stasis in order to maintain a neural link with the surveillance and comm systems. So, you're not fully asleep. Because of that, your connection to the Zones is... a little weaker than usual. Don't know what that'll mean for you individually... but we'll find out in a bit so don't worry about it."
He crossed his arms again before continuing. "Any more questions, Olin?" He said aloud to the group, "Or can I get some more volunteers? C'mon, people!"</s> |
<|description|>Elias Winzer
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
ZONE: N/A
PERSONALITY: Eli will initially come across as the type who's snarky, work-focused, and quick to take charge of almost any situation. At his core, however, he's a decent person. Years of constant working, guiding Somniatis agents into the unknown, and losing trust in people he once looked up to, have all left him in a state of mind that does not easily allow things like friendships and admirations to grow. But behind all that is a man who desires nothing more than to see both himself and those he works with succeed in all their endeavors, and he will often go to surprising lengths to see such things through to the end. While it is never immediately apparent, he does care about the wellbeing of the Zoners, if only so that they can maintain their capability and willingness to continue fighting.
HISTORY: Elias Winzer, otherwise known as Eli, or "Operator", is the appointed leader of Somniatis' ongoing effort to construct a defense against the otherworldly beings appearing on Earth. He is the man in charge of locating Zoners across the globe, sending agents to retrieve them, welcoming them to the facility, accommodating them to the facility, and guiding them in their excursions into the Zones. He is the only known individual capable of operating the Nexus Projector, the machine that allows the Zoners to enter any Zone at any time, at the cost of reduced power effectiveness.
As far as he is willing to say, Eli has been with Somniatis for years now, and was a supporting figure in the construction of the Nexus Projector alongside the group's founder, Robert Kilander, who passed away just under two years ago. Beyond all that, you won't get much without asking politely.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL:
* IN-ZONE: N/A
POWERS
* NEXUS: N/A
* REM: N/A
OTHER: Nothing of note. Yet.</s>
<|message|>Malcolm Graves
Malcolm Graves
Malcolm listened intently to Elias and everyone else. So this was sort of like joining the army? Well, maybe not but I guess it's how he'll help the earth defend against the invasion and that was enough to bring Malcolm on board for the project. Then was the call for volunteers and four or five had already put their name down. "I'm in too!" Malcolm called, being one of the first with the number three on their shirt. The red city sounded nothing like Malcolm had faced before when he dreamt, so like any boxer should think, this will be a chance to improve himself as a fighter with a new environment and new opponents.</s>
<|message|>Ursula Elwyn
Ursula Elwyn
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With a slight jump, Ursula vaulted back to lucidity, suddenly very much aware of her surroundings and the sheer amount of people that had been packed into this cafeteria along with her. A quick push of her glasses allowed her to scan the surroundings and find that quite a few were dressed in similar scrubs to her. Black and red, with a large number 1 on the arm. Others were dressed in scrubs with the numbers 2 and 3 on them. Zoners? Nexus Projector? The severity of the invasion threat was not lost to her, but these words were flying right over her head entirely, leaving her to sit in her seat and softly mutter a drawn out 'uhhhhhhhhhhhh' to herself. She breathed in and out rapidly, beginning to sweat and panic once again as her glasses fogged up from her rising body heat. The mention of her family only served to accelerate this process, very nearly bringing her to weeping tears. Her family was being 'taken care of'? What was happening to them? What were they going to take care of? Is this some terrible organised bloodsport deal? Was she going to be released into the wilderness to be hunted as the most dangerous game? She felt sick. She felt her stomach lurching and moving erratically as her mind raced.
With a desperate leap, Ursula kept her head lower than the others around her and looked for the nearest trash receptacle. With a wet retch, she promptly voided her stomach of her previous meal and a small amount of her stomach acid. Her throat burned and stung as she slumped against the wall, managing to slur out in a quiet, pathetic tone, "Is my family dead? Are they dead?" Her voice was soft and shaking with panic. She was familiar with Aggressors, the red-skinned terrors that seemed to be spawned from her worst nightmares. She could play this game, if it meant her family would be safe. She stood slowly, ignorant of the looks of pity and disgust she was receiving.
And then she raised her hand.
"I submit myself. Just don't hurt my family. Please."</s>
<|message|>Jared Swift
Jared listened intently as the same man that had appeared on his TV screen began talking about everything that was going on. Well, he wasn't particularly listening at first but his attention was drawn when he heard the mention of the red city, and the voluntary mission there. He was somewhat surprised when the man started mentioning 'aggressors', having never seen them himself - but then it dawned on him that he had never actually been into the city, always preferring to glide across the skyline.
"What the hell, I'm in." He shouted at the man. "Weirdly enough, I've never actually been low enough down to see these aggressors - or whatever you called them. I reckon it's about time I started learning."</s>
<|message|>Erasmus Ambrose "Bobby" Smith
E.A. "Bobby" Smith
Bobby glared daggers at the big blonde woman who had stabbed Henry with a fork. He moved alongside her and whispered furiously, "Hey, what do you think you're doing? You can't just stab a kid with a fork. Didn't anyone ever teach you to pick on people your own size?" He said that last part completely un-ironically, having apparently forgotten already about the chubby kid's Zone form.
Unbelievably, the blonde looked confused or maybe the slightest bit irritated. "It was a spork, and I already explained myself, didn't I?" she said slowly. Bobby couldn't help but notice that she had her hand on the pocket she had slipped the eating utensil back into. Clearly, this was a dangerously insane individual. He put some space between himself and her. He wasn't running away, just... well, there was no shame in not wanting to be the next one who got sporked, right?
"I'd better come along too," he said, directing his comment to Eli. Everyone he had spoken to earlier had already volunteered, and he kind of had a feeling it wouldn't be a good idea to leave that crazy woman unsupervised. He threw a winning smile around at the other volunteers. "I think I count as a responsible adult in this situation. Assuming we're going to be grading on a curve."</s>
<|message|>Cara Varnham
Cara Varnham
Cara listened closely to the man who had stepped up, taking in as much information as she could. If what he was saying were true, then they were going to act as a defense force against these monsters in the zones. While volunteering or not was a no-brainer, there were still questions left unanswered. For one, who exactly was the man that had stepped up? He hadn't introduced himself at any point. Two, he mentions that this project was supported by Somnaitis APR, did that make them some sort of private military, or did they have government support? Regardless, Cara stood up.
"I'm up for it." She said, "When do we begin?"</s>
<|message|>Kayla Kirby
Kayla Kirby
Kayla sat there for a while, silent. She was a lot calmer now that she knew what was going on, but in the back of her mind, she was still a little worried that someone around her would notice that she was wearing a holographic copy of the ill-fitting uniform. The door-opener-thing certainly had difficulty recognizing her, though that might have just been that she was too short. She hoped it wasn't a camera too, her freakout in there wasn't really something she wanted other people seeing. It let her through eventually, and somehow she wasn't late, so that wasn't something to worry about.
The man's speech helped a lot to settle her nerves, though, even if she did feel like a secret agent. From what he said, the people around her had been having the same dream about the red city, and that there were other weird places too. It was kinda confusing, but she got the basis of it. So she was supposed to be the superhero her dreams said she was? That sounded pretty fun, actually. Plus, being a part of the ina.. inagurril run, that sounded like an awesome way to make some friends, and figure out what the dreams were about. Plus, she'd be able to show off her awesome outfit in there!
"I'll go!" Kayla almost had to shout to be heard over the people talking around her, and it took the man up top a moment to find her outstretched hand. She waved it a bit to draw his attention.</s>
| <|message|>Elias Winzer
The volunteers – all eleven of them – walked with Eli as he made his way down the stairs of the facility's floors. Elevator wouldn't hold all of them. Thankfully there were a series of automatic platforms for Miriam to descend upon.
"Like monkeys about to be shot into space." Eli said aloud. Some chuckled, most didn't. They clearly weren't having any of his shit today. In truth, he wasn't surprised how well they were taking this whole situation. Just as he expected when he was talking to Director Chelsing earlier on the comm. "You all must be very proud of yourselves."
"What's your name?" One of them asked aloud, "You never bothered telling us."
Fuck.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Eli responded, "Elias Winzer. I'll be your Operator for the duration of this whole thing." If someone were to make a Matrix joke right now, Eli would most likely have attempted to throttle them. But, thankfully, no such remark came up. So he continued, "Whenever something comes up and needs to be taken care of in any of the Zones, I'll put a notice up and see who wants to tackle it. We've got specialized sleeping pills stocked up for use in case it happens to be your home Zone. You'll be a lot better off if you match up, after all."
The group reached the bottom floor of the facility after a bit of walking. Level N, as the sign on the staircase signaled. They made their way through a corridor stacked with power equipment, half of which was too advanced to even look like it belonged there. Given this extraordinary circumstance, however, it was forgiven. At the end of the corridor, the two large doors slid open as the detection grid passed over Eli and the Zoners. They walked inside and beheld the massive machine before them. A rectangular room in shape, and where they stood was an elevated platform with a vast control console situated at the edge. Buttons, dials, readouts, everything. Three projectors over synthetic panes, each framed in one of the three colors of the Zones, displayed a colorized grid over a relatively incomplete three-dimensional map. Beyond the console, there were rows of reclined, padded chairs with neural uplink headgear hanging above them, stretching left and right. Just enough to fit all the Zoners in the facility, from the looks of it. And at the very back of the room, the main piece of all the system. A massive, cylindrical chamber housing a column of rotating stabilizer plates, and running down through the center, a vivid tri-colored spiral of an unknown energies.
The Nexus Projector.
"Pick a seat and get comfortable." Eli called out, approaching the console and starting the machine up. The Zoners all descended from the platform and branched out, each of them selecting a relatively close location. Some of them were apprehensive. Others were damn near ecstatic. But after a moment (coupled with Miriam being helped into her own chair), they were ready. Eli recorded all their positions on the button panel, following by setting up the neural comm.
With everyone in place, ready and waiting, Eli began the stasis initialization sequence. Once they were all nice and knocked out, he hit the central activation button.
And in they went.
…
"Welcome to the Nexus."
They heard Eli's voice in their heads as they all slowly regained consciousness. They looked around, finding themselves scattered about in a gigantic, triangular prism, still in their human forms. The three walls around them were each a flowing stream of energy the color of their respective Zone, clouded entirely save for one clear location viewable within each. A tunnel entrance in Zone 1. A secluded grove in Zone 2. And circular chamber in Zone 3. The floor and ceiling, or lack thereof, were utter void.
"I've got channels open for all of you to talk through. Your chairs are also broadcasting live streams of your individual fields of vision, so I can see whatever you're seeing. As you've figured by now, you're all still human at the moment. That'll change the moment you step through the red wall into Zone 1. Go ahead and march on through."
They did as told, and in one collective group, entered the red city.
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PROMPT 2
You and the rest of the inaugural team step through the red wall and, after a brief moment of darkness, emerge within a collapsed tunnel. Right outside is a wide, empty highway leading from the outskirts of the red city into its central concourse. You all take a minute to observe your Nexus forms, wondering how your powers have been affected. Those of you not from Zone 1 are, needless to say, intrigued by this new and unfamiliar land. Eli speaks to you through the neural comm once again.
"Everything looks stable so far. For now, you can all go ahead and explore the Zone. I'll be in touch if you need anything. And I'll make an announcement if something comes up on the map. Which reminds me, the more you explore, the more I can fill this thing out. So get out there."
You all do as he says and step foot out of the tunnel. As you gaze upon the mass of buildings in the distance, something catches the group's eyes. An immensely tall figure stands on a nearby building's rooftop, wrapped in a tattered black cloak and a large helmet that looks… not unlike a ram's head. The moment you notice the figure, he rears back and lets out an echoing roar that sounds like a combination of a crazed man's screams and a goat's bleating. He turns away after he makes his presence known and leaps off the rooftop with a noticeable explosion at his feet, propelling him from rooftop to rooftop, explosive jump after explosive jump.
With that encounter out of the way, now you are free to explore the entirety of Zone 1.</s> |
<|description|>Elias Winzer
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
ZONE: N/A
PERSONALITY: Eli will initially come across as the type who's snarky, work-focused, and quick to take charge of almost any situation. At his core, however, he's a decent person. Years of constant working, guiding Somniatis agents into the unknown, and losing trust in people he once looked up to, have all left him in a state of mind that does not easily allow things like friendships and admirations to grow. But behind all that is a man who desires nothing more than to see both himself and those he works with succeed in all their endeavors, and he will often go to surprising lengths to see such things through to the end. While it is never immediately apparent, he does care about the wellbeing of the Zoners, if only so that they can maintain their capability and willingness to continue fighting.
HISTORY: Elias Winzer, otherwise known as Eli, or "Operator", is the appointed leader of Somniatis' ongoing effort to construct a defense against the otherworldly beings appearing on Earth. He is the man in charge of locating Zoners across the globe, sending agents to retrieve them, welcoming them to the facility, accommodating them to the facility, and guiding them in their excursions into the Zones. He is the only known individual capable of operating the Nexus Projector, the machine that allows the Zoners to enter any Zone at any time, at the cost of reduced power effectiveness.
As far as he is willing to say, Eli has been with Somniatis for years now, and was a supporting figure in the construction of the Nexus Projector alongside the group's founder, Robert Kilander, who passed away just under two years ago. Beyond all that, you won't get much without asking politely.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL:
* IN-ZONE: N/A
POWERS
* NEXUS: N/A
* REM: N/A
OTHER: Nothing of note. Yet.</s>
<|message|>Ursula Elwyn
Ursula Elwyn
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The familiar feeling of consciousness rushed back into Ursula's mind, the feeling of her cloth uniform touching her skin and the cold, filtered air touching her throat. She jolted up from her seat and immediately launched herself into a fit of rapid breathing. Her head throbbed with dull pressure from her temples, and her body was wracked with aches like deep bruising. Whether they were phantom or not, she couldn't tell for sure but they made her groan and wince as she moved. Her breath inward was quick and her exhales were short, ragged breaths, on the verge of bursting into tears as she threw herself from the terrible chair contraption to the floor. Crawling on all fours, she attempted to pull herself away from the Nexus machines and reach a safe place. Elias' words hit her finally and she spoke in a half-scream, half-weep as she said, "N-n-not exactly! We nearly f-fucking DIED. Jesus Ch-christ!" The dryness of her throat hit her after she spoke, her voice hoarse, and she coughed hard as she crawled into the corner and put her back to the wall.
The walls felt as if they were bearing down on her, closing her in. How was the Ram so powerful, that with all their power, they couldn't do anything to stop it after their previous victory? He shrugged them off like flies off a semi-trailer. Ursula reached into the pocket of her uniform to retrieve her glasses and attempt to put them on her face once more, hands shaking so much that she poked herself in the eye before managing to put them on. A long crack now ran through the corner of one of the lenses. She didn't notice. She just gripped at her knees and pulled them to her chest, looking around at her team-mates to see how they were doing. The deluge of sick coming from Malcolm to hit the floor only confirmed how she felt. She felt like she was both feet in the grave, and he was throwing up his soul.
At least it wasn't her this time.</s>
<|message|>Lenora Puglisevic
Lenora Puglisevic
@GingerBoi123@SepticGentleman
Nora lurched to her feet, both hands clawing at her chest, drawing in a harsh, gasping breath. She knew she was dead. She could remember with literally heart-stopping clarity the sensation of her sternum flexing inward past its breaking point, and sharp bone piercing her lungs as her ribs splintered. She knew with absolute certainty that this had happened. She had to be dead. She was mortally wounded. She could feel it, still. And yet at the same time, her brain was receiving signals from her limbs that she was whole, and healthy, and not in any immediate peril. The two realities warred in her mind as Nora struggled to breathe, fighting to convince herself that her ribs weren't broken and she could inhale without searing agony ripping through her thoracic cavity.
A wave of intense dizziness washed over her. Her vision narrowed to a silver-edged tunnel, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. Cold sweat beaded up on her skin and she was concerned for a moment that she was either going to vomit or crap her pants, possibly both. Fortunately, neither happened. The blonde sank to a half-kneeling crouch, both palms flat on the floor to keep her from collapsing completely, but slowly the attack - whatever it had been - passed, and she became aware of the Nexus room around her again. Huge, hot tears were running down her cheeks. Malcolm and Ursula didn't look any better - one was mopping up the evidence of his digestive mishap, while the other was retreating to a corner to presumably shed some superfluous alveoli.
"That was-" she began, panting, "that-" she sat down on the ground, legs sprawled out in front of her. "I didn't like that," she finally finished. She took another couple of breaths, then clumsily tapped her nose. "But I think I can track him by smell now. Does that help? I want that to be helpful."
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E.A. Bobby Smith
@Twisted Fate
Jared didn't look so good. In fact, Jared didn't look good at all, now that his death-tornado had expended itself and he was collapsing on the ground. Bobby would have really liked to stay and defend his fallen ally, but Jazz was already beginning the assault on the larger, mini-gun armed Aggressor, and was probably in quite a bit more peril than Jared was at the moment.
"Here," he said, pressing his stolen gun into Jared's burned, nearly-unconscious hand. "So you can shoot anyone who gets near. Uh, if you're, you know, still alive." He smiled weakly, his enormous teeth pulling the expression into a slightly awful grimace.
Jazz was taunting the Aggressor and swooping through the air, dodging the stream of bullets from the revolving barrels of the Aggressor's gun. Bobby grabbed one of the sticks-with-nails from the fist pair of attackers and leapt into the fray. The aggressor was a few inches taller than him, but had more human-like proportions than gangle-legged Bobby. He didn't anticipate that being a serious problem. While his enemy was looking up, shooting at the be-winged and be-taloned aerial assaulter, Bobby swung his improvised hakapik at his foe's head. He spun with the strike, putting the torque from his torso into the blow. The Aggressor leaned away and under the blow, saving himself from a braining. At the same time, however, Bobby aimed a powerful cloven-hoofed kick at his nearest hand, the one supporting the barrel of the gun. The were's kick broke bones in the Aggressor's wrist, and the minigun slipped out of his spasming hand, swinging down to point at the ground where a spray of bullets shattered the pavement and sent up a cloud of stinging shards.</s>
| <|message|>Elias Winzer
Eli knelt down next to the Nexus console and grabbed a plastic-wrapped container of water bottles. He thought this kind of thing would happen and he was right. He raced down the side stairs and walked over to Malcolm as he wiped his regurgitated mess off the floor. Why, he had no idea. There were service bots stationed at the door. He could have just gotten one of them to do it.
"Hey." Eli said as he approached the boy, "You okay bud?" All he got as a reply was a reassuring nod, followed by a bit of a gag. Boy wasn't feeling too good still. Eli opened up the container and handed Malcolm the first bottle of water. "Drink up." He told him, sounding rather insistent. Malcolm took the bottle happily, and resumed mopping. Guess he liked the labor.
Good kid.
He turned his head to the opposite aisle, where Ursula was. He pried another bottle of water from the container and hurried over to the girl. "Hey. Hey!" He said as he knelt down, offering her his hand. "You alright?"
Ursula's shaken frame recoiled slightly as he extended the hand towards her, still unsure of where she was and slightly disoriented from the consciousness displacement. Was she still dreaming? Was this another Zone trick? She looked up at him past her cracked glasses and listened to his question, before shaking her head rapidly. "N-no. No no no. Not at all. That was the single most terrifying experience I've ever had." Her voice was shaking and raspy as she reached out for his hand. Eli pulled her up off the cold steel floor and promptly unscrewed the cap off the water bottle in his hand. He handed it to her, knowing full well she'd need it.
With a vicious swipe, she made a grab for the water bottle he held in his hand, raising it to her mouth and gulping it down greedily and messily. Rivulets of water ran from her chin to dampen her uniform as she drained the bottle completely, the cool water helping her body to cool down.
Eli couldn't help but chuckle. He patted Ursula's shoulder. "God damn." He said, doing his best not to come across as an asshole. "You three did one hell of a job."
The bottle crumpled as Ursula sucked the last of the liquid out and crushed it in her hand, dropping it on the floor as she stumbled for a moment. Her footing was unsure, but the disorientation was fading now. Her breathing was still ragged and quick. "We... we got our asses soundly handed to us. We beat down a small squad of Aggressors and then got a nun's beating from one dude in a ram helmet. Did you know he'd... he'd be that strong?"
Eli hesitated a bit. "I, uh..." He said, separating his hand from Ursula's shoulder and scratching the beck of his head. "Kind of figured, yeah. BUT... with your, uh, investigation... I can safely confirm that he's working for the Crimson Matriarch. So we've got that." Ursula coughed into her fist and made a gesture in between a wave and a clawing motion, towards the bottles of water. With a harsh clearing of her throat she inquired in an unsure squeak, "Can I have some more? Also, the Christmas what-a-what?" Eli handed her another bottle, which she promptly uncapped and began consuming.
"I'll fill you in when everyone's out of Zone 1." He responded, "For now, three of you take it easy. Trust me, you've done plenty for your first time in the Nexus Projector." He turned his head over to where Nora was seated. He took out one more water bottle and left it on a chair monitor for Ursula, just in case, and made his way over to the last of the trio.
He approached her and delved down again. "Hey, you good?" He asked. He took out another bottle of water and held it out to her.
Nora stared at the bottle for a solid ten seconds before reaching out and calmly taking it. "Thank you," she said, twisting the cap off and taking a sip that devolved rather quickly into a gulp. Then she choked slightly, spilled water all over her scubs top and quite handily ruined her attempt at looking cool and collected. She glared at the bottle with red-rimmed eyes like the whole fiasco was its fault. "I'm good," she said finally, and rose to her feet.
Eli held the water bottle container under his left arm and patted Nora's shoulder with his free hand. "Good work out there." He said, "You rest up while I check on the other team." With that, he turned and left the girl to her own devices, heading back up the aisle towards the console. He set the container aside and sat back down in his chair, switching the neural comm over to the group involved in the workshop assault.
"Hey." He called out to all of them, "You guys holding up?"</s> |
<|description|>Elias Winzer
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
ZONE: N/A
PERSONALITY: Eli will initially come across as the type who's snarky, work-focused, and quick to take charge of almost any situation. At his core, however, he's a decent person. Years of constant working, guiding Somniatis agents into the unknown, and losing trust in people he once looked up to, have all left him in a state of mind that does not easily allow things like friendships and admirations to grow. But behind all that is a man who desires nothing more than to see both himself and those he works with succeed in all their endeavors, and he will often go to surprising lengths to see such things through to the end. While it is never immediately apparent, he does care about the wellbeing of the Zoners, if only so that they can maintain their capability and willingness to continue fighting.
HISTORY: Elias Winzer, otherwise known as Eli, or "Operator", is the appointed leader of Somniatis' ongoing effort to construct a defense against the otherworldly beings appearing on Earth. He is the man in charge of locating Zoners across the globe, sending agents to retrieve them, welcoming them to the facility, accommodating them to the facility, and guiding them in their excursions into the Zones. He is the only known individual capable of operating the Nexus Projector, the machine that allows the Zoners to enter any Zone at any time, at the cost of reduced power effectiveness.
As far as he is willing to say, Eli has been with Somniatis for years now, and was a supporting figure in the construction of the Nexus Projector alongside the group's founder, Robert Kilander, who passed away just under two years ago. Beyond all that, you won't get much without asking politely.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL:
* IN-ZONE: N/A
POWERS
* NEXUS: N/A
* REM: N/A
OTHER: Nothing of note. Yet.</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz looks down and sees that Bobby has knocked the minigun from the aggressors hand. She smiles and immediately dives down on the aggressor. She lands on top of its shoulders and it begins to thrash about underneath her. She looks down at Bobby and nods to him before shoving her poisoned talons into the aggressor's throat. It isn't long before the aggressor falls to the ground, dead from the poison. She flies out of the way, but does not go to far. She lands directly next to Bobby and gives him an awkward side hug for a brief moment. "Thanks for the help!" she says with a small, backing away slightly. She turns around to look for Jared, but doesn't see his body. She sees the gun.
"Uh, Bobby?" Jazz asks, looking around, among the dead bodies of aggressors. "Where's Jared?" She examines the ground, looking for any signs of Jared's body It is not there and she panics slightly. "What if he was killed in this realm?! Does he die in real life too?! What if we just killed a man?!" Jazz is freaking out slightly and her wings flutter nervously around, nearly smacking Bobby once or twice. She doesn't know if she wants to do this if there is that much risk in fighting off these people.
Her panic and the loss of blood from her leg begins to make her feel dizzy and she collapses to the ground, her head spinning. She whimpers and says, "I want to go home."</s>
<|message|>Elias Winzer
Elias Winzer and Jared Swift
In collaboration with @Twisted Fate
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"Out?" Eli responded, "You ARE out."
"I mean out of... this." Jared said to him, "Whatever crazy shit you've got planned here, I damn well don't want to be a part of it anymore."
Here we go.
"So now that you're on the ground you suddenly don't want to do your part? Just fly around for shits and giggles?" Eli snapped back at him, taking his finger off the neural communication button.
"I never signed up for this in the first place! I'm not a fighter, I'm just a regular guy!" He yelled back. He raised his hands and sighed in anger before lowering them again. He continued, "I'm useless to you, I can't even handle your stupid trial."
Eli was starting to get pissed at this point. "Like it or fucking not, you're linked. So you're staying here until we have this situation under control. Get your fucking head out of the clouds, man up, and learn how to handle a fight."
"So what? You just hold me here against my will?" Jared retorted, "Do that, and I'm not fucking co-operating at all. You need me a hell of a lot more than I need you."
Five seconds ago he said he was useless.
"Yeah, I do!" Eli stood up, shouting, "I have been here for YEARS getting ready for this shit! I CAN'T DO what you can in there! So the moment one of the few capable people around here, meaning YOU, decides he wants out because he's acting like a petty fucking CHILD, I have to be the one to pull you back in because I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN OPERATE THIS FUCKING THING."
There was a moment of silence between the two.
Jared shook his head and replied, "Whatever, it's obvious I've got absolutely no say in this anyway. But I've got a condition, if you expect me to go and risk my life in there again, I expect you to at least provide some level of training, got it?"
Eli's just a code monkey. He doesn't know how to fight worth shit either.
"You want training? Talk to someone from Zone 1." He snapped back at him.
"I mean real training, man!" Jared called out, "I've got no problem with my powers - at least when I have full control - but I can't fight for shit. Surely you've got some sort of physical instructors around here?! Or if you're so underfunded that you can't even afford that, I want that chick to train me. Miriam, was it? She's the only one around here that seemed like she knew what she was doing."
Underfunded.
"Yeah, Miriam. The one with cancer. Talk to her." He said, as he took his seat once more.
"Wait, cancer? Nobody told me anything about cancer!" Was Jared's response.
This guy can't be serious.
"TALK. TO HER about it." Eli shot back, "Now sit down and let me do my job."
Another pause before Jared responded, "Whatever, asshole. Just remember, if I get killed out there I swear to god I am haunting you for the rest of your fucking life." He turned and made his way back down the steps from the console, down the aisle.
"Oh you don't have to worry about dying."
Eli muttered to himself.</s>
<|message|>Henry J. Olin
Henry Olin & Miriam grant
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Henry turned around, feeling the light tap, to see an aggressor just... floating there. His eyes shot to the side and he saw Kayla holding her hand out, more than likely concentrating. What was she doing...
Oh
OH
THATS what she did. Henry released a roar, grabbing the creature by it's head and wrenching it forward, grabbing it by it's leg despite it's fiery skin, tore the creature's head off. He placed the skull in his maw and promptly bit down. After a second or so, the skull collapsed on itself with a gut wrenching crunch. Remaining aggressors stepped back, appalled by a ferocity, a lack of care, a lack of humanity that even they themselves did not have. In their hesitance however, Henry had used the body as a baseball bat, crumpling another two aggressors like a house of cards.
Henry was about to attack another, when it's head was suddenly blown out in front of him. The body crumpled to the ground and his head gazed upwards to the source. The denizen that had caused this, on the roof, it was helping them. Henry nearly smiled, but in the absence of attention, he was sent to the ground by six or seven heavy caliber rounds, which blew holes in his armor and re-inflicted the damage he had compensated for by eating. He pushed himself slowly upwards and looked over his shoulder, before an impossibly painful burst of electricity fried the little armor he had on his stomach. There were two aggressors, heads and shoulders above the others. Huge beings nearly as large as himself. One had a conducting rod of some kind and crackled with electricity in all places, while the other was huge and as muscular as himself, wielding a chain gun. The sources of his suffering no doubt.
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MINIBOSSES
SPARKY & HEAVY
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The one with the chain gun turned around, and unleashed hell upwards at the foreman, who threw himself behind cover as to not become swiss cheese. Miriam, seeing this, shot from the sky and over to the denizen's location, letting out an excess of smog as she flew, enshrouding the battlefield in a smokey fog. The aim was to mainly limit the heavy's vision, and keep that chain gun to a short rang where it was mostly ineffective. She landed, hitting the ground and rolling next to the foreman. She took one look at him and frowned. "Give me that!" she snarled, ripping the weapon from the foreman's hands and pulling herself out from behind cover. She leaned into the shot, like her uncle had always said. She searched the ground, seemingly completely unaffected by the smog, as if she could see through it, and fired.
The gun fell from her hands, as she was unused to the kickback. The denizen, seeing this, swiftly took the gun back and dove behind cover. There was a sound of pain, and suddenly more heavy duty shots were fired upwards in their direction blindly. Miriam, unable to get herself out of the way in time, had half her face blown off.
Her body fell backwards, her body landing roughly on the room. The denizen seems to mutter something along the lines of 'idiot' in it's own languages, but was able to mouth off no more as smog from the air was pulled back to her body, reforming on what was left of her face and reconstructing. Miriam sat up, and shook her head. She looked at the denizen for a moment, who seemed genuinely surprised, and then wiggled her eyebrows. "Glad I'm on your team?" she said, knowing full well it didn't understand her. She stood up and pointed her hands down at the ground again, and shot out bursts of fiery red, grey, and orange fire/smoke balls down to the ground below.
"Kayla!" Henry's voice roared, his voice hoarse but strong. "Do what you just did to sparky! Keep it's hands off me, I cant take much more!" Henry shouted, before charging forward in the position the large aggressors had just been before the smog rolled in. His armor was near shot and it was a miracle he was still functioning, but he was. He was a killing machine, and a machine operated until it couldn't operate any more. When he caught sight of his target, it had it's arm up, shielding it's head and aiming the other at the roof as if it were about to fire off another bolt of energy at the source of it's suffering. Henry didn't care though, instead he plowed into the aggressor shoulder first intent on tackling it and pile driving the monster, only for more pain to shoot up through his body and for his leg muscles to seize up. His inertia caused him to still smash into the aggressor and still throw it several feet backwards, but he fell again, in pain and somewhat seizing. The other was being taken care of by the others it seemed. A rare lucky break. But that thing had electrical skin! How was he supposed to fight tha-
He still had the body of the aggressor Kayla had killed in his grasp. He could beat it to death with that but... He couldn't fight with it. It was a body, not a sword. Like a giant war club that wasn't made of metal or wood and more of just crumpled when it hit rather than bashed. A far inferior weapon to the conductor rod. He pulled himself to his knees and stood up again.
"Kayla I could really use your help right now!"
---</s>
<|message|>Erasmus Ambrose "Bobby" Smith
E.A. "Bobby" Smith
Bobby returned the side-hug, patting Jazz companionably on the opposite shoulder. "Nice teamwork," he said with an unnecessarily toothy grin. The danger seemed to have passed, at least in their immediate surroundings. There was still the sound of fighting from around the corner of the building, but he felt like the three of them - Bobby, Jazz and Jared - had earned a break.
"Uh, Bobby? Where's Jared?" Bobby turned to look at the place where he had left the collapsed Jared, and spotted the now abandoned gun lying in a small pile of dirt.
"What if he was killed in this realm?! Does he die in real life too?! What if we just killed a man?!" Jazz appeared to be panicking. Bobby stepped back to her and patted her somewhat uncomfortably on the shoulder. He didn't want to seem too handsy, because A) Jazz was a giant murder-bird and B) she was way too young for him. Like, criminally too young.
"Nah, Twinkle's fine," Bobby reassured. "None of us are really here, remember? We're still sittin' back in that programmer's basement. He probably just got pulled out 'cause there's no use in him flopping around on the sidewalk over here." He bent down to pick up the abandoned gun, sliding out the magazine. It was completely empty - Jared had gone out shooting, at least. He showed the empty magazine to Jazz in hopes that it would make her feel a bit better.
Evidently, it didn't work. Jazz collapsed in an ungainly sprawl, her bleeding leg folding like a hide-a-bed. "I want to go home," she whimpered.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Bobby agreed, kneeling beside her. He raised his voice. "Eli?" he asked, "You hear that? Jazz here's down for the count, wanna wake her up?"</s>
| <|message|>Elias Winzer
"Eli? You hear that? Jazz here's down for the count, want to wake her up?"
Eli nodded in response to Bobby's request. Jazz had done plenty enough to warrant herself a break. "Yeah, sure, I'll pull her out now. You and the other three should be able to handle the rest of the Aggressors. You've done a great job so far." He responded over the neural comm. He ran his finger along the button array until he reached the one corresponding to the chair Jazz was seated in. He pressed the button, and her mark in the Zone disappeared.
Moments later, Jazz's chair shut down, and she was awake. Eli grabbed another bottle of water from the container and hurried down the aisle to welcome her back to Earth.
</s> |
<|description|>Elias Winzer
AGE: 28
GENDER: Male
ZONE: N/A
PERSONALITY: Eli will initially come across as the type who's snarky, work-focused, and quick to take charge of almost any situation. At his core, however, he's a decent person. Years of constant working, guiding Somniatis agents into the unknown, and losing trust in people he once looked up to, have all left him in a state of mind that does not easily allow things like friendships and admirations to grow. But behind all that is a man who desires nothing more than to see both himself and those he works with succeed in all their endeavors, and he will often go to surprising lengths to see such things through to the end. While it is never immediately apparent, he does care about the wellbeing of the Zoners, if only so that they can maintain their capability and willingness to continue fighting.
HISTORY: Elias Winzer, otherwise known as Eli, or "Operator", is the appointed leader of Somniatis' ongoing effort to construct a defense against the otherworldly beings appearing on Earth. He is the man in charge of locating Zoners across the globe, sending agents to retrieve them, welcoming them to the facility, accommodating them to the facility, and guiding them in their excursions into the Zones. He is the only known individual capable of operating the Nexus Projector, the machine that allows the Zoners to enter any Zone at any time, at the cost of reduced power effectiveness.
As far as he is willing to say, Eli has been with Somniatis for years now, and was a supporting figure in the construction of the Nexus Projector alongside the group's founder, Robert Kilander, who passed away just under two years ago. Beyond all that, you won't get much without asking politely.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL:
* IN-ZONE: N/A
POWERS
* NEXUS: N/A
* REM: N/A
OTHER: Nothing of note. Yet.</s>
<|message|>Henry J. Olin
Henry Olin & Miriam grant
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Henry turned around, feeling the light tap, to see an aggressor just... floating there. His eyes shot to the side and he saw Kayla holding her hand out, more than likely concentrating. What was she doing...
Oh
OH
THATS what she did. Henry released a roar, grabbing the creature by it's head and wrenching it forward, grabbing it by it's leg despite it's fiery skin, tore the creature's head off. He placed the skull in his maw and promptly bit down. After a second or so, the skull collapsed on itself with a gut wrenching crunch. Remaining aggressors stepped back, appalled by a ferocity, a lack of care, a lack of humanity that even they themselves did not have. In their hesitance however, Henry had used the body as a baseball bat, crumpling another two aggressors like a house of cards.
Henry was about to attack another, when it's head was suddenly blown out in front of him. The body crumpled to the ground and his head gazed upwards to the source. The denizen that had caused this, on the roof, it was helping them. Henry nearly smiled, but in the absence of attention, he was sent to the ground by six or seven heavy caliber rounds, which blew holes in his armor and re-inflicted the damage he had compensated for by eating. He pushed himself slowly upwards and looked over his shoulder, before an impossibly painful burst of electricity fried the little armor he had on his stomach. There were two aggressors, heads and shoulders above the others. Huge beings nearly as large as himself. One had a conducting rod of some kind and crackled with electricity in all places, while the other was huge and as muscular as himself, wielding a chain gun. The sources of his suffering no doubt.
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MINIBOSSES
SPARKY & HEAVY
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The one with the chain gun turned around, and unleashed hell upwards at the foreman, who threw himself behind cover as to not become swiss cheese. Miriam, seeing this, shot from the sky and over to the denizen's location, letting out an excess of smog as she flew, enshrouding the battlefield in a smokey fog. The aim was to mainly limit the heavy's vision, and keep that chain gun to a short rang where it was mostly ineffective. She landed, hitting the ground and rolling next to the foreman. She took one look at him and frowned. "Give me that!" she snarled, ripping the weapon from the foreman's hands and pulling herself out from behind cover. She leaned into the shot, like her uncle had always said. She searched the ground, seemingly completely unaffected by the smog, as if she could see through it, and fired.
The gun fell from her hands, as she was unused to the kickback. The denizen, seeing this, swiftly took the gun back and dove behind cover. There was a sound of pain, and suddenly more heavy duty shots were fired upwards in their direction blindly. Miriam, unable to get herself out of the way in time, had half her face blown off.
Her body fell backwards, her body landing roughly on the room. The denizen seems to mutter something along the lines of 'idiot' in it's own languages, but was able to mouth off no more as smog from the air was pulled back to her body, reforming on what was left of her face and reconstructing. Miriam sat up, and shook her head. She looked at the denizen for a moment, who seemed genuinely surprised, and then wiggled her eyebrows. "Glad I'm on your team?" she said, knowing full well it didn't understand her. She stood up and pointed her hands down at the ground again, and shot out bursts of fiery red, grey, and orange fire/smoke balls down to the ground below.
"Kayla!" Henry's voice roared, his voice hoarse but strong. "Do what you just did to sparky! Keep it's hands off me, I cant take much more!" Henry shouted, before charging forward in the position the large aggressors had just been before the smog rolled in. His armor was near shot and it was a miracle he was still functioning, but he was. He was a killing machine, and a machine operated until it couldn't operate any more. When he caught sight of his target, it had it's arm up, shielding it's head and aiming the other at the roof as if it were about to fire off another bolt of energy at the source of it's suffering. Henry didn't care though, instead he plowed into the aggressor shoulder first intent on tackling it and pile driving the monster, only for more pain to shoot up through his body and for his leg muscles to seize up. His inertia caused him to still smash into the aggressor and still throw it several feet backwards, but he fell again, in pain and somewhat seizing. The other was being taken care of by the others it seemed. A rare lucky break. But that thing had electrical skin! How was he supposed to fight tha-
He still had the body of the aggressor Kayla had killed in his grasp. He could beat it to death with that but... He couldn't fight with it. It was a body, not a sword. Like a giant war club that wasn't made of metal or wood and more of just crumpled when it hit rather than bashed. A far inferior weapon to the conductor rod. He pulled himself to his knees and stood up again.
"Kayla I could really use your help right now!"
---</s>
<|message|>Erasmus Ambrose "Bobby" Smith
E.A. "Bobby" Smith
Bobby returned the side-hug, patting Jazz companionably on the opposite shoulder. "Nice teamwork," he said with an unnecessarily toothy grin. The danger seemed to have passed, at least in their immediate surroundings. There was still the sound of fighting from around the corner of the building, but he felt like the three of them - Bobby, Jazz and Jared - had earned a break.
"Uh, Bobby? Where's Jared?" Bobby turned to look at the place where he had left the collapsed Jared, and spotted the now abandoned gun lying in a small pile of dirt.
"What if he was killed in this realm?! Does he die in real life too?! What if we just killed a man?!" Jazz appeared to be panicking. Bobby stepped back to her and patted her somewhat uncomfortably on the shoulder. He didn't want to seem too handsy, because A) Jazz was a giant murder-bird and B) she was way too young for him. Like, criminally too young.
"Nah, Twinkle's fine," Bobby reassured. "None of us are really here, remember? We're still sittin' back in that programmer's basement. He probably just got pulled out 'cause there's no use in him flopping around on the sidewalk over here." He bent down to pick up the abandoned gun, sliding out the magazine. It was completely empty - Jared had gone out shooting, at least. He showed the empty magazine to Jazz in hopes that it would make her feel a bit better.
Evidently, it didn't work. Jazz collapsed in an ungainly sprawl, her bleeding leg folding like a hide-a-bed. "I want to go home," she whimpered.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Bobby agreed, kneeling beside her. He raised his voice. "Eli?" he asked, "You hear that? Jazz here's down for the count, wanna wake her up?"</s>
<|message|>Elias Winzer
Elias Winzer
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"Eli? You hear that? Jazz here's down for the count, want to wake her up?"
Eli nodded in response to Bobby's request. Jazz had done plenty enough to warrant herself a break. "Yeah, sure, I'll pull her out now. You and the other three should be able to handle the rest of the Aggressors. You've done a great job so far." He responded over the neural comm. He ran his finger along the button array until he reached the one corresponding to the chair Jazz was seated in. He pressed the button, and her mark in the Zone disappeared.
Moments later, Jazz's chair shut down, and she was awake. Eli grabbed another bottle of water from the container and hurried down the aisle to welcome her back to Earth.
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<|message|>Malcolm Graves
After Malcolm accepted the generous water from Eli and mopped up the mess he made, Malcolm saw another Zoner named Jared ejected from the nexus, what followed was Jared promptly storming his way to Eli and argument ensued. Malcolm listened in, well, eavesdropped, and heard that Jared was looking for fight training. Hopefully, if Jared would accept, Malcolm would teach Jared the basics of what he knew. Malcolm followed Jared as he walked away from Eli before piping up to grab his attention. "Hey!" He said. "Jared, right?" Malcolm asked. "I heard you wanted some help? In fighting and stuff?" He said, not too loud so anyone else would hear them. "I know a bit, I'll teach you if you want?" Malcolm offered.</s>
<|message|>Jazz Berdeen
Jazz Berdeen
The last thing Jazz hears is Bobby asking Eli to wake her up and she jolts awake, gripping at her leg. When she realizes the wound does not trace out into reality, she takes a deep breath and looks around. She notices that a lot of people are back, including Lenora, but Bobby and a few others are not back. She sighs and runs a hand through her sweaty hair before looking over at Eli.
She takes water bottle from him and chugs it down, wiping off her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt and she looks over at him apologetically. "I'm sorry. I could've stayed in there and helped. It must've been the pain that came over me. I'm sorry." She was really sorry, especially for leaving Bobby back there alone, but she just had so much panic when she saw that Jared was not there anymore and the loss of blood from her leg probably gave her a panic attack.
She sighs and takes another swig from the water bottle. She pauses for a moment, looking back at Eli. "The wound I sustained during the battle. Will that come back when I go back in?" She looks at him curiously. She has never got a wound that bad before in her Zone, as they've been calling it. So, now she was curious.</s>
| <|message|>Elias Winzer
"Nah." Eli replied, "You get a clean bill of health whenever you jump in."
There was a pause before he continued, "Should take advantage of that in the future. After today, I'm gonna have all of you running in each of the Zones, not just the red city. I'm fairly certain that after a few more runs in the Nexus Projector, you'll all be well acquainted to it. No more nausea or headaches when you jump out." He patted Jazz's shoulder and concluded with, "You just take it easy while the rest of the team wraps it up in there."
He turned his head and called out to everyone in the room, "That goes for all of you! You wanna head upstairs and get something to eat, go for it." He walked back up the aisle, towards the console, to observe the final leg of the mission with Henry, Miriam, Kayla, and Bobby at the helm.
One big mark left, one to go. They had it in the bag.
Hopefully.</s> |
<|description|>Nigel McGallet
AGE: 20
GENDER: M
ZONE: 2
PERSONALITY: Nigel was born into money and social status, so he feels that everyone owes him something. He always feels he is above everyone else and despises anyone who proves otherwise. Snarky and manipulative, he feels that he must always have some sort of advantage, even over his allies. He is cunning and can even be seen as dangerous in his worst of moods, which he can fall into fairly quickly. Despite his attitude, he has good intentions and morals.
HISTORY: Born into a powerful and wealthy family, Nigel grew up with the pressure and expectations of his father as well as the spoilt attitude from his mother. He was good at most skills stereotypically learnt by upper class individuals. He learnt how to play a piano, write poetry, assembling and disassembling computers as well as other skills associated with the upper class.
Growing up, he always had aspirations of accumulating his own wealth and find his place in history outside of his family's name. He thought about becoming an entrepreneur, he carries around a note pad and sketches any idea or invention that pops into his head. At the age of 16, he was set on the idea of an AI he was working on, but after countless glitches and scrapped data it seemed it would never see the light of day.
By working towards his goal, Nigel always tried to help the world, even if his attitude and actions sometimes dictate otherwise. Then the dreams started, a vast world containing pure nature and beasts. This gave Nigel the idea to write his dreams in a journal, the aim being to sell this to the media and make the biggest splash he ever would. His hopes were dashed the night he was taken.
APPERANCE
* PHYSICAL:
* IN-ZONE:
POWERS
* NEXUS: Due to his wings, Nigel can fly at a decent speed as well as use his wings as a shield. His wings, however, can tire easily making them useless after being exerted and, as a shield, only minimalize any injuries he might sustain. As a biological mutation, his hands have turned into claws with sharpened nails. His nails could easily break through Iron but not more tough materials like steel. His claws regenerate slowly if they break off.
* REM: Nigel is fully demon in this form meaning his skin is tougher and his wings are near indestructible. His wings also become much more effective and he can fly without tiring. In his demon form, he can breathe fire which can scorch any enemies within a 1m radius. His nails are also stronger, longer and regenerate within seconds, making close quarter combat dangerous.</s>
<|message|>Kayla Kirby
Kayla Kirby
Nobody talked to her. Nobody. At. All.
Kayla was upset. Really upset. Not only had she had to see the most disgusting ashy bleh at her own hands, been told the service robots would beat her up on sight, and told she had to go around naked, but now nobody would talk to her either. This was turning out to be an awful day. Even though she had essentially been lying down most of the day, she was exhausted. Really exhausted. So exhausted she wanted to go to sleep, turn her suit to warmclean mode, and nothing else.
She made her way over to the doorway, and suddenly saw the service robots fly towards her- or, well, past her. They started screaming something about hating something, and came out of a cloud of limbs tightly hugging two struggling male people. They completely ignored her. The robots. And the people. Both of them. And the people behind them.
Why was everyone ignoring her?
Oh well. She would go to bed, go to sleep, and try to think of how to get everyone to like her the next day.
Now, the room she was supposed to be in, it was supposed to be up the next floor..
Wait. All the rooms looked exactly the same. Which one was the one she came in from?
Kayla looked around. If she remembered correctly, she followed the color to the elevator from the left and around a corner, so..
Kayla eventually found herself facing one of the doors, which yet again, refused to notice her until she was jumping in the air waving her arms. Once it opened, she saw that the inside was exactly as she remembered, down to the perfectly made bed she left. Relief flooded through her, she was finally back and able to sleep. It took her much longer than she had expected to find the room, but she was finally back. Finally. Kayla mentally poked at her suit to go into warmclean mode, and slipped into the bed.
Sleep quickly overcame her as the lights flicked off automatically.</s>
<|message|>Elias Winzer
Elias Winzer
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"Status report."
"The inaugural run was a relative success. The team of volunteers managed to cover a lot of new ground and slightly improve the conditions within Zone 1. They've been informed of the nature of the other two Zones, and I will be doing the same with the rest of the facility's newcomers along the next few days. We keep this up and we'll stop seeing invaders within a week or so."
"If you can keep them going."
"I can and I will."
"Are you certain?"
"I have to be. Otherwise this whole operation would be a failure."
"Very well then. The Board will continue to support you and manage Kilander's legacy fund. But remember your objective; find a way to stop the invasions altogether, not just hold them at bay."
"Yeah, yeah, I understand. That all you need?"
"Drop that tone, Winzer."
"Make me."
- connection severed -
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ACT II: Operation
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With the inaugural run completed and the first day done and over with, Somniatis' operation has now entered into full swing. The night passes, with all the Zoners contemplating their situation and how they will deal with it in the long run. Many are positive - others, not so much. After another night of REM antics, you awaken on the second day, with the Nexus Projector and sleeping pills both ready to be utilized. Elias continues to watch the Zone grids, ready to alert the facility to any potential bleeders.
For now, you are free to do whatever you see fit to do. Explore all three of the Zones, engage the other characters, anything. No more directions, no more obligations.
It's all up to you now.</s>
<|message|>Tyler Franklin Sawyer
Tyler Franklin Sawyer
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The shriek of mechanical parts failing, the sizzle and pop of dissolving soft matter. The sound of a whirring contraption winding down and a bellows ceasing to pump air. In his sleep, Tyler's face twisted and contorted as he subconsciously heard the sound of animalistic feeding, like a pig to slop. Drool dribbled from one of the corners of his mouth and onto the pillow below his head as he almost growled in his restless sleep. His muscles tensed and strained as he struggled in vain, before gasping into a waking cold sweat.
"Hey." Came a voice from the speaker hung up near the television. "You awake?"
Tyler shook his head and heard the jingling of metal reply. His wrists had a familiar chafe to them. A pressure. Cuffs. He sat up and looked around the room but found no personable origin for the voice, he replied regardless. "More or less. Where the hell am I?"
"Good question, isn't it?" The voice replied, "You'll get filled in a little later. For right now though, I need to hear some things from you."
Tyler pulled slightly at the restraints with a grunt before letting his arms flop back down into his lap. He let out a sigh, heavy and annoyed, before speaking. "Well, you must be the warden of this place, so what do you want to know? If it ain't already on my file, that is."
"Warden. Good one." The voice said, "My name is Elias. And I am in charge of things here, but it's not a prison. However, some of the folks the agents bring in are noted criminals. So I have to take precautions. First things first - can you confirm you've been having some strange dreams lately?"
"Name's Tyler, Elias. Excuse my manner, but this sure seems a lot like a prison... A fancy one maybe, but a prison. And sure, if you call crawlin' up the walls and munchin' on machine nasties strange then yeah, my dreams have been a step away from... average fare."
"That's what we're looking for. But like I said, I'll elaborate later - for right now, I'm gonna make you an offer. I work with an organization that can make a lot of different things happen without a lot of people knowing about them. I know you probably weren't enjoying your sentence, either. So here's the thing - I have a job for you. And a lot of other people. But I wanna know beforehand if you're gonna cooperate."
Tyler sucks on his teeth for a moment, thinking quickly. "You ain't wrong. But cooperation depends on how lucrative the offer is. We talkin' a clean slate here?"
"Cleanest slate there is. New name, new papers, new home even. We can set you up however you like. If you behave yourself. And if you do your job well."
"And if I have family? The offer extend to them?" He looks down at himself and picks slightly at his nails.
"We can arrange something for all of you."
He takes a deep breath before replying. "What wouldja need me to do?"
"Once again - I'll explain later. For now, just give me your word you'll cooperate, and the service bot outside will come in and uncuff you."
With a breath through his teeth, Tyler nods slightly. "Yeah... Yeah alright. I'll act the sensible boy scout as well as I can, for now."
"Good man."
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The next day...
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The soft, steaming burger almost swallowed Tyler's fingers as he dug into his first major meal of the day. The bun was so soft and the lettuce so crisp. So much better than food in the pen. This joint wasn't SO bad, considering the food and the treatment he had been receiving. They even took the cuffs off of his wrists, on account of his stellar behavior. How could he even commit a crime anyway, when he was stunned by such a delectable piece of food? They had even given him new digs to wear around the complex they had placed him in. A nice clean jumpsuit, black with a big red 3 on the arm. Much better than the muck-ridden mess he was wearing from the pen. He looked around at the other 'Zoners' present around him, all eating and conversing. If he was pleased with his current situation, his heavy brow and morose expression betrayed nothing of the sort.
Tyler took another bite of his burger and chewed slow to savor the flavor. What did he have to worry about, after all? With the service drones watching over him like a pack of hungry wolves, and the scrap of metal cafeteria seat tucked away beneath the folded seams of his jumpsuit's pant leg, he felt pretty safe for being cooped up yet again. Maybe he wouldn't even need to pack up shop and run. Maybe this deal was on the up and up, seemed pretty good so far with the food and the limited freedom. He scratched at his chest as he weighed the options and felt a flat, firm shape within his breast pocket. Tyler paused for a moment before fishing out the object to examine it. It was a picture. Big enough to fit in his wallet. A picture of a little girl, a cheerful looking thing with a face painted in the likeness of a cat. Sabrina. She looked too cute, too innocent to be of any relation to the severe, emotionless mess of a man that sat grimacing at her picture.
He managed to crack a minute smile as he said, "Don't worry kitten. Daddy'll be back home before you know it."
Depositing the picture back in his pocket, Tyler quickly finished his burger and left the tray upon the table before reporting to the area that held the Nexus Projectors. Just like he was briefed earlier, before he was released. Strange contraptions they had here, he couldn't help but think as he stood off to the side, away from the traffic of the other Zoners. He was content to look around for now, dipping his toe into the water before plunging his head in.</s>
| <|message|>Nigel McGallet
All night Nigel could only think about one thing, His missing Journal. He was trying to deduce possible suspects and two stood out, That nosey Lady and that sloppy boxer character. Both where the only ones around Nigel and both had a surprising interest in his journal. All that information about the second zone and his demonic REM form. Gone. Worst Than gone, Stolen. The rage generated from this terrible luck made Nigel kill at least twice as many of the beasts he normally would.
Nigel quickly got up, dressed into his uniform and started his way down to the Cafeteria. Whilst in the cafeteria, Nigel was supplied with a surprisingly fair quality Sandwich. Nigel decided to get a head start on most people and head down to Level N after delicately eating his Sandwich. With a full stomach, He made his way down to Level N and walked a fair distance to the other end of the room, away from the entrance and any other current zoners. He sat down and waited for his half conscious state to take him into the Hub.
Nexus
As Nigel's vision switched to a view of the Nexus hub, he could see that two new entrances have opened up. Peering through, Nigel could see his zone, the forest, and a sewer-like corridor. Nigel, being the flying being he is, decided to return to the city zone. Nigel didn't want to get stuck in a dank corridor with little knowledge on what lives in there. He also didn't want to just return to the jungle, he spends pretty much every night there anyway.
As Nigel enters the red city, he felt himself change into a half demon once again. This time, however, he was expecting it. After the transformation was complete, the first thing Nigel did was check his claws. It had finally regrown and he had a full set of sharp claws again. Feeling relieved that his claws do regenerate, Nigel launched himself into the sky once again overlooking most of the residential-looking houses, He scouted for Aggressors to kill while monitoring any other changes to his disadvantageous form.</s> |
<|description|>Alyx Alkaev
Age:21
Gender:Female
Power:She can control electricity, create lightning.
Appearance: Alyx is tall, at about 5'9, and is lean and muscular, though her lack of nourishment is still rather noticeable. She has pale skin with some freckles, and chin length light brown, slightly wavy hair, which is usually a mess. She has light blue, prominent eyes, and thick, light brown eyebrows. She has a slightly angular nose, pointed chin, and defined cheek bones. She has a severe look to her, which she uses to demand respect. She has short nails, and calloused hands. WIP
Other: Alyx is the leader of the group, and though she can be kind and understanding, she is a strong leader. She knows how to get respect. She has a light Russian accent. She is bisexual. WIP
Name: Josh Cardenas
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Power: Telekinesis
Appearance: Josh has dark skin, with some faint freckles. He has more on the right side than the left. He is thin, and stands at about 5'7". He has dark brown hair that is shaggy and clearly in need of grooming. He cuts it shorter when he has the chance, but rarely finds the time or sees it as a priority, due to the circumstances. He has dark brown, almond shaped eyes. He has dark circles under his eyes, and almost always looks worn out and tired. He has a small round nose and round cheeks. He has some scars down his back and one along his jaw.
Other: He taught himself a lot about first aid in order to help anyone in the group who was hurt. He is gay. WIP
Name: Jace Simons
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Group member/officer: Officer
Appearance: Jace is tall, at about 6'3" with a solid, muscular build. He has short reddish-blond hair, and blue eyes. He has a square shape face and a strong jaw. WIP
Other:WIP</s>
<|message|>Alyx Alkaev
Alyx Alkaev
The sky had been hidden all day by dark, ominous looking rain clouds, and thunder could be heard nearby. "We're going to have to move on soon," Alyx Alkaev murmured to herself, looking at the sky, as if the clouds were her own personal enemy. The group had been forced to move from the shelter they had previously occupied, which was a fairly large abandoned building, to a remote area in the woods. The building didn't have any power or water, but it was safe from unpleasant weather. When the officers found them they were forced to evacuate. Fortunately they managed to escape with no one getting hurt or arrested. They had set up camp in a clearing, which was close to a small lake. They were surrounded by woods on every side, and Alyx hoped they would be safe for at least a few days. There were benefits to being in the woods; there were animals to hunt, and the officers would have a harder time finding them. However, the tents they had managed to steal wouldn't protect them from a bad storm, and if there were any immediate danger it would be hard to pack up quick. They could end up losing a lot of supplies. Alyx went around almost everyday to make sure everything was organized, so that wouldn't happen.
With the approaching storm Alyx was taking extra care to get all of their important supplies where they would be safest. "Josh!" she called, crossing the clearing to where Josh Cardenas was sitting on a large stone, watching the lake.
"What?" he asked. He was clearly zoned out.
"Have you made sure our medical stuff will be safe if it rains?"
Josh fixed his dark eyes on her. "It's as safe as it's going to be, at least the few supplies we have," he replied, then added, "We can't stay here much longer. It's nice but we're going to run out of important supplies pretty soon."
"I know. Thanks." Alyx went back to checking supplies, which was just a distraction at this point.</s>
<|message|>Blake Wilde
Whenever they moved locations, Blake had always found three things to be true:
* 1. Alyx's 'let's check everyone has everything so they don't die' checks always became more like 'I know I've already done this once but we're going to check our supplies again, everyone just check all the supplies please right now or I'll just lightning you all to death!' (okay, so maybe she'd never really threatened to kill any of them, but Blake could imagine it happening one day, maybe).
* 2. Everyone else seemed to get really serious for at least the time that they were finding a new place to run to, and that sucked because Blake's ability to be serious was about as good as his ability to do anything actually useful.
* 3. He always, no matter what, ended up questioning exactly how he'd come to be where he was, standing around a group of people that may as well be strangers, arms flailing as he failed to see what on earth he could actually do to be helpful - turns out being the comedic value wasn't actually a valuable skill a team of survivors wanted, but who knew?
Today's move had been no different, the team moving off into some woods Blake couldn't remember the name of, near a lake that he also couldn't ever remember seeing in his life. Oh well. It was pretty, anyway, although it looked like they were in for a rough night given the weather that was shaping itself into dark clouds above their heads. He didn't cope well with rough nights... Or anything rough really.
Finishing what he was doing (which was honestly a grand total of nothing), the short nineteen year old made his way over to Josh, gaze flickering to the lake to what Josh was doing and back again, finally resting on the long body of water out in front of them. Josh was clearly completely out of it and, watching the lake, Blake could kind of understand why. It was peaceful and quiet, nothing like the officer's raid they'd just come from. It was a nice wind down after the busy morning, and he could feel himself getting lost in the view too. Unfortunately, Blake's attention span was far too short for the silence to last for long.
"Knock knock," he announced from behind, shifting Josh slightly over so he could slip onto the rock next to him, invading the guy's space whether he wanted him there or not, something he had a habit of doing to almost everyone. What he wanted to talk about, he had no idea, he just wanted to her voices mention something other than the plan for the next few days, or just how many tent pegs someone thought we needed per tent to make sure they didn't blow away in the oncoming storm. He just needed nonsense conversation, and he needed it now.</s>
| <|message|>Alyx Alkaev
Josh knew that Alyx' insistence on checking supplies nonstop was bordering on obsessive, but it kept her calm so he didn't say anything to her about it. Instead he stayed out of her way and answered any questions she might have. He didn't staying out in the woods. It was calm and quiet most of the time, and he liked staring out over the lake. It helped him clear his head. However, he couldn't deny that these were not ideal living conditions. They needed to be closer to a more reliable food source. They could probably catch some squirrels and fish, but certainly not enough to feed everyone.
Josh's initial reaction to Blake being there was a quick glance, which he quickly shifted back to the lake. He wasn't ready to let go of his couple moments of peace just yet. He finally moved over to give the other boy a bit more room. Before any of the shit that was currently happening had gone down, Josh didn't make the time to talk to other people much, at least not the ones outside his small social group, which consisted of his twin sister, his boyfriend, and Alyx. But the first two were gone and Alyx was busy trying to keep him and the others alive. So he had no reason not to talk to everyone else.
He knew Blake didn't want to talk about anything survival related; making plans, counting supplies, etc. He probably wanted a sense of normalcy, just like everyone else. "Hey," he said, pulling his gaze away from the lake and coming back to reality. "Sorry, I was kind of distracted. The water looks so peaceful. Kind of normal."</s> |
<|description|>Eris
Nickname(s)
Techy
Age
looks 12 (No known date of appearance)
Species
A very rare being made almost entirely out of energy/information and as such can download itself into electronics, though many prefer to take on shapes of their own as being made of energy allows them to not have a defined shape. The average AI stands about 4.5 - 6 ft tall with an average body build though some prefer to not show themselves in public as they are discriminated against, being referred to as "Rouge Viruses" or "Faulty/Broken Technology" as well as for being much smarter than the average "Organic" as they call them. They are extremely smart and can process things faster than most computers, but they are not very durable, as it depends on if they are in another object whether they can take a hit or not. A simple Super magnet while it won't kill or damage their bodies will scramble their memories for a time dependent on how strong the magnet was as well as how long they were in the proximity of it, this amnesia will wear off in as little as an hour or as long as a few months and in some cases it can even be permanent the AI having no memory of its name or where it is from. On the plus side, They never lose their ability to be masters with technology and machines though water is not the best place for them without a water-proof body. They can also change how they appear in cyber space, and don't have real ages. When their bodies become too damaged they enter a stasis/siege mode that transforms their body into a small 8inx8inx8in cube that can't be broken without literally dropping it into a volcano, it will unlock when their body has been fully repaired.
Gender
Female
Appearance
What she looks like when she appears on monitors and outside a shell:
4'5" tall
What the shell looks like:
5'7"
Occupation
Tech specialist/developer and field agent
Behavior
Acts pretty shy and a bit childish except when she is playing around with technology, at that point she gets very serious and doesn't like to be disturbed and will lock her doors. When she sees a new piece of technology she starts getting giddy and wants to analyze it over and over until she knows it inside-out. Hates it when someone disturbs her when she is building or analyzing something in her lab and won't let anyone touch her things without permission.
Brief Bio
Eris doesn't remember much from before joining all she does is that someone had saved her from the wreckage of a building that had collapsed around her and dragged her away from a giant magnetic generator that was overloading they had taken her to the agency to see if they could help her but all they could find was her first name and nothing else not even an address or an employer so she applied for a job at the agency and quickly climbed the ranks to head tech developer where she spends a lot of her time in her personal workshop that is littered with scrap metal and bullet casings coming out once in a while to converse with others and share findings.
Abilities
Able to repair almost any machine and is a prodigy at hacking. Able to help on the field with the help of the casing she had built herself incase there was a need for her to join in combat. Can help with calculations of a projectile and map out areas sending it to others. Super intelligence. Can build almost anything given enough time.
Other
Doesn't need to eat but will just because she likes the taste.
can be transported in any electronic that has a basic microchip.
Will turn corrupt at times and her
personality turns callus and rude.
Likes most types of music.
Doesn't like people asking about her past or she get very emotional.
Theme song 1:this little girl
Theme song 2:Bruises and bitemarks</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
"I gain my long awaited revenge," Raven stated. "you see during the early years, right around high school, is when the killing began. They shared just about everything, lunch, books, make-up, even boyfriends" Raven then paused and acted as if she was getting emotional to sweeten the act. "Well Scott was they're current boyfriend at this particular time, he became very confused with the way they worked the relationship out. He gave up and he came to me. Once XXX and R figured out, they killed Scott, My one and only lover." Raven then gladly scooted over so Kita could sit.</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
After losing himself in his thoughts, Dimitri found himself losing his grip on the passage of time and the world around him as well. He hadn't even noticed that a few of his coworkers and his boss had arrived and unlocked the door until he was nudged by his boss' boot. Dimitri's head had snapped up near instantly as he fought down the instinct to immediately clamp down and tear into whatever touched him, "C'mon, time to get this day done..." he extremely hung over boss, Matthew, grumbled in a voice barely exceeding a whisper. Dimitri stood up and dusted off his pants before following Matt inside "Het Matt. You look like shit man, you sure you want to be in today?", receiving only a strange sound somewhere between and groan and a whimper in response. Dimitri let the subject drop and simply entered the garage portion of the shop just as the sign was flicked on and the garage doors were pulled up. The air was brisk, and several of Dimitri's coworkers nestled deeper into their coats, he simply ignored this as his heavy jacket -as well as a generous portion of monster physiology- was more than enough to keep him warm. These things were not, however, enough to help him reach his tool box, which someone had yet again sat onto one of the higher shelves to mess with him.
"Alright, who has the balls this time?" Dimitri hissed as he turned to glare at the smirking faces of his coworkers. Knowing that no one would actually confess, Dimitri turned back around and began to jump to try and reach his tools. It was humiliating having to fake being human, he was certain that he was grinding his teeth into powder each and every time he had to fake such pitiful weakness just to blend in. It needed to be done though, if only so he could continue to hunt as he wished. As some of the first cars rolled in, one of his female coworkers finally took pity on the wendigo and retrieved the box for him, "Thanks, Shannon." "No problem. Y'know, you really should've ate your veggies as a kid Cap'n Crunch. Maybe you wouldn't be a short stack., "Ha-fuckin'-ha. What's with you people and naming me after cereal anyway?" "Not my fault you eat more than anyone I know. Seriously where do you put all that food? It's crazy that you eat so much and stay so tiny.. Dimitri's eyes narrowed, he muttered under his breath and walked away from his coworker to get to work on the car, "Hey, at least I don't try to tousle your hair like Allen and Carol do!" Shannon called out before laughing as Dimitri half jokingly flipped her the bird.
This was typical behavior in Matthew Sykes Automotive repair, the employees loved to make jokes and rib each other, and Dimitri was not immune to it. The difference was that despite his behavior around his coworkers, every time he came in he dreamt of nothing more than dismembering and eating everyone. Even now, as he slid under a car and went to work, he thought about nothing, but what it would be like to bite off Shannon's fingers one by one.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah had just parked his 4x4 right in front of the café Emmett had told him about he got his weapons ready but stayed in his car the tinted windows hiding him. He saw that the situation seemed delicate and if he moved fully armed he could cause the vampire to take a hostage so he decided to text Emmett I'm outside waiting, when you want me to move in signal me. He griped his FN F2000 ready to burst out and gun down the vampire.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
ghost in black
"Roger." Zio said with a grin as he took of in a sprint running towards the exit of the agency, grabbing his sword as he passed through the door outisde. Zio ran as fast as he could to the cafe Leon was at, excitement was written all over Zio's face. Finally I can have some fun. Zio taught to himself as he kept running towards the cafe.</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
"Revenge tends to lead one to their end..." Alydia stated as sat a little straighter in her seat. "Besides I'm sure my boss wouldn't appreciate me letting someone become a murder to takedown a murder." She muttered as Leo came into the cafe. "oh look speak of the devil and he appears. She said jokingly.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
"I'm done playing this game," Raven replied in a serious tone. " I get the kill, you get the glory. Besides, by the looks of it, you guys are far from figuring out who XXX is which gives time for R to play. It wont be long until they hack the Agency's system, like I did your phone. Then your Agency will become a mere playground for the sisters, ultimately leading to your demise." She then stood. " Now pick your poison, We do this together and I get my revenge, or be mere playthings."</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
"Alright so from the looks of things, your engine locked up due to the fact that you're seriously overdue for an oil change-" "Oh here we go again with this shit! I already told you people that you're not going to scam any extra cash from me with that!, Dimitri slowly reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood before a man that appeared to be in his forties. It had been twenty minutes since the man had arrived in a taxi with complaints of his car no longer working, and after a long argument about how there would be a fee for the vehicle being towed to the shop, Dimitri had decided to take a gander at the vehicle to determine the problem. The car -a bright red mustang Gt. 5.0-, was suffering from what was known as engine lock due to a combination of the man pushing his vehicle too much and neglecting to get it's oil changed. "Sir, I already told you, we aren't attempting to scam you. This sort of thing is exactly why oil changes are so important." Dimitri said as he lowered his hand. He hated dealing with these types of people, they were too stupid to know what was wrong with their possessions, but believed themselves to be clever enough to know a scam in action. The man huffed and sneered as he looked down at Dimitri, "Fine. How much is it going to cost?" "Well, it's usually anywhere between two to four thousand dollars since we-" "Two to four thousand dollars!? What kind of idiot do you take me for!". The man was livid, and he expressed this by ranting and raving at Dimitri who silently grew more irritable with each spit flecked word thrown at him.
Dimitri allowed the to continue for a bit before holding up his hand to interrupt, "Look, it's going to be more or less the same price wherever you go, if you don't like it that's too bad, you should have taken better care of your car.". The man's face turned beet red, he reached out and jabbed Dimitri in the chest with his finger, "You listen to me you little gremlin, I can have your job on a fucking platter, you hear me?!", "Do not touch me again. Dimitri hissed darkly before turning to walk away. Things were getting bad, he could feel his resolve slipping, and the only thing that was going to save the man now was him walking away before he lost it. Unfortunately for both parties, the man wasn't done telling off Dimitri, something he made apparent when he followed after the wendigo and gripped him tightly by the shoulder to spin him around, "Don't you walk away from me you-AGH!". The reaction had been almost instantaneous; as the man had turned Dimitri and proceeded to try and jab him in the chest with his finger again, Dimitri had seized him by the wrist and sunken his teeth deep into his hand. Within seconds they were writhing on the floor with Dimitri on top, viciously shaking his head back and forth in an effort to sever muscles and break bones. It took two of his coworkers and another customer to pull Dimitri off, and even then they only managed to do it because Dimitri regained his senses. Dimitri's boss, having been drawn out by the commotion, sent one of his employees to fetch a first aid kit and dragged Dimitri aside, "What the fuck did you do!?" "I told him not to touch me again. He didn't listen.". Matthew prepared to berate Dimitri for his actions, however the words died in his throat when he got a good look at his employee. Dimitri had always been a decent enough employee, a bit crass at times, but easy enough to get along with, and certainly not threatening. Now however, with blood staining his lips and jacket and a strange glazed look in his eyes, there was an unsettling look about Dimitri that sent a shiver up his spine. "Look, just...just go home for now. I'll try to get this settled as best I can and have Shannon clock you out. If he tries to sue, we've got surveillance cameras that can prove he started this." Matthew said. Dimitri stared at Matthew for a few seconds, then to the man he'd bitten, and exited the garage.
It wasn't until Dimitri left that Matthew realized that he was shivering for reasons other than the cold. Dimitri meanwhile began walking back towards his apartment, heading in the direction of the cafe whilst completely heedless of the strange looks and wide berth that the people on the sidewalk gave him thanks to the bloodstains.</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett phone buzzed in his pocket causing him to jolt up out of his seat. He retrieve his phone from his pocket and read the text message. Okay. When I stand, shape my fingers into a gun and fire into the air. That's when you rush in. Emmett remained quite as the girls next to him continued their conversation.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
Zio arrived at the cafe where everyone was. He waited outside on the other side of the street, his sword resting in his right hand as he watched the situation inside the cafe. He was waiting, waiting for someone to make the first move.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Sir, I think we got a match on that dna sample" Eris said as a screen dominated he area and showed a picture and name of the person "I'm sending out a copy of the potential triple x killer who might be in there with you" she said before sending it to all the agents in the area then sent a jot of electricity through the computer on her desk to wake up chroma @Zetsuko "Hey get up, we have work to do"</s>
<|message|>Chroma
ghost in black The sudden jolt getting his attention and hearing Eris, Chroma uses a nearby holoprojecter to appear in the room, "well hi Eris, whats going on?" Chroma checks out the screen seeing the results of the DNA search, "...and whos that?"</s>
| <|message|>Eris
"Oh no one except a notorious murderer the triple x killer, god where have you been" Eris said with a sigh and moved a holographic screen over to him and expanded it "this must be her" she said as she stretched still sitting down on her beanbag.</s> |
<|description|>Eris
Nickname(s)
Techy
Age
looks 12 (No known date of appearance)
Species
A very rare being made almost entirely out of energy/information and as such can download itself into electronics, though many prefer to take on shapes of their own as being made of energy allows them to not have a defined shape. The average AI stands about 4.5 - 6 ft tall with an average body build though some prefer to not show themselves in public as they are discriminated against, being referred to as "Rouge Viruses" or "Faulty/Broken Technology" as well as for being much smarter than the average "Organic" as they call them. They are extremely smart and can process things faster than most computers, but they are not very durable, as it depends on if they are in another object whether they can take a hit or not. A simple Super magnet while it won't kill or damage their bodies will scramble their memories for a time dependent on how strong the magnet was as well as how long they were in the proximity of it, this amnesia will wear off in as little as an hour or as long as a few months and in some cases it can even be permanent the AI having no memory of its name or where it is from. On the plus side, They never lose their ability to be masters with technology and machines though water is not the best place for them without a water-proof body. They can also change how they appear in cyber space, and don't have real ages. When their bodies become too damaged they enter a stasis/siege mode that transforms their body into a small 8inx8inx8in cube that can't be broken without literally dropping it into a volcano, it will unlock when their body has been fully repaired.
Gender
Female
Appearance
What she looks like when she appears on monitors and outside a shell:
4'5" tall
What the shell looks like:
5'7"
Occupation
Tech specialist/developer and field agent
Behavior
Acts pretty shy and a bit childish except when she is playing around with technology, at that point she gets very serious and doesn't like to be disturbed and will lock her doors. When she sees a new piece of technology she starts getting giddy and wants to analyze it over and over until she knows it inside-out. Hates it when someone disturbs her when she is building or analyzing something in her lab and won't let anyone touch her things without permission.
Brief Bio
Eris doesn't remember much from before joining all she does is that someone had saved her from the wreckage of a building that had collapsed around her and dragged her away from a giant magnetic generator that was overloading they had taken her to the agency to see if they could help her but all they could find was her first name and nothing else not even an address or an employer so she applied for a job at the agency and quickly climbed the ranks to head tech developer where she spends a lot of her time in her personal workshop that is littered with scrap metal and bullet casings coming out once in a while to converse with others and share findings.
Abilities
Able to repair almost any machine and is a prodigy at hacking. Able to help on the field with the help of the casing she had built herself incase there was a need for her to join in combat. Can help with calculations of a projectile and map out areas sending it to others. Super intelligence. Can build almost anything given enough time.
Other
Doesn't need to eat but will just because she likes the taste.
can be transported in any electronic that has a basic microchip.
Will turn corrupt at times and her
personality turns callus and rude.
Likes most types of music.
Doesn't like people asking about her past or she get very emotional.
Theme song 1:this little girl
Theme song 2:Bruises and bitemarks</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett decided to parole the streets at night. Shit was getting crazy with this puddle of blood appearing willy nilly around the park. He walked instead of drove is car around the once beautiful and luscious City of Ashe. Emmett was more prepared now and ready for a fight. He hasn't been to the agency yet so he doesn't know what's about to happen the following day. Emmett was planning on spending a month at his birth place but he had to go to this Festival.
January 31st
The sun awoken the hobo like Emmett from his sleep. He slept on a binch, which was pretty reckless when he was almost killed yesterday. Emmett stood and yawned. He teleported back to his home and got cleaned up. I'm sure nobody wants to go into public looking like a bum. His house still decerated with corpses and blood of his previous visitors.
Emmett walked into his room which was still intact. He puts on a black tuxedo with a purple tie and starred out the window looking at the light the sun casted over the city. Emmett teleported infront of the Festival's location just in time to here Leon's statement/demand. He looked in the direction were the Leon was and teleported next to Leon. Emmett was sitting on the roof of Leon's car. "Dude I didn't come back here just to watch you fight." He jumps off the car and looks down at Leon. "What about back up? I'm sure you'll need back."</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
Leon looked at Emmett who ported to the top of his car "I wont need backup from the agency I have a feeling someone else aside from Shadow Gear will be here" He says as he remembers the note that fell out of the jacket pocket and smiles "Head back to the agency and tell Eris to get the surveillance cameras in the areas up and running." He said</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
The morning sky is the first thing Kita sees as she woke up. Naturally waking up as her eyes simply open to her typical expression, a tired/bored face with half-open eyes like always. She had slept on the roof of her apartment building the night before. Reason being...none really. Well she contemplated about things and all, but Kita wouldn't consider that a real reason. She would just do this sometimes if she felt like she needed to. Thing is, she rarely does it. Kita laid there with her arms spread out just staring upward, not having looked at anything else yet. It took her a couple minutes until she finally blinked and looked to her right hand which was holding not a shot glass, but an unused cigarette. It would have been used the night before, but it seems Kita never got to it. Kita took a big breath before sitting up silently. Kita sighs looking at her cigarette before getting out her lighter and lighting it. She sucks some smoke in before blowing it back out in a puff looking to the distance. Just one cigarette before work today. Just one.
Just a little bit later Kita rides on her motorcycle towards the plaza near the agency. She wore shades as the cold wind blew against her face and short hair. She arrives at the plaza and spots Emmett and Leon before pulling up slowly and stopping her motorcycle near Leon's car, turning the engine off as she remained sitting on the motorcycle. She came in just in time when Leon said someone other than Shadow Gear could be coming, "Someone worth the time I'm assuming?" Kita leans forward resting her arms on the motorcycle itself.</s>
<|message|>Emmett
After Kita rolled up next to Emmett and Leon and stated what she had to say after hearing Leon. Emmett leaned on Leon's car and looked in a random direction. "He's probably waiting for his secret admirer to appear and help him." Before Emmett or Kita could reach to his statement he vanished. Little purple particles dazzled were he was sitting. Hopefully Leon wouldn't get him back for that.
Emmett appeared in his old office of the agency. The countless stacks of papers blew around the room as the teleporting caused a gust of wind to pick up and tapper with the papers. He coughed from the dust that clouded the air. Emmett rushed out of his room, coughing heavily like his office was on fire. He dusted himself off and walked towards Eris office. As he walked he got a lot odd stares. Emmett knocked on Eris's office door. "Hey Techy! Its Emmett, this is important let me in!"
ghost in black</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Got it sir I'll get right on it" Eris said before she ran through her highway and came out of the computer in her workshop and started putting up her holographic screens to help with the scans of the city. She worked late into the night but still came up fruitless and ended up passing out from the workload she was trying to handle the color in her hair dulling and the screens shutting down one by one.
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January 31st, 2020: Eris' work shop
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When Eris heard someone at the door her eyes snapped open and she jumped up out of her seat stumbling a little with her power being drained a bit. "Coming just give me a sec" she said as she made her way towards the door and opened it a Crack to peek out, "oh, hi mr. Emmett is this about the bombs?" Eris said through the crack, not wanting to show her fading look to anyone.</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
As the day began to pick up a bit, Dimitri decided that it was high time that he found some good vantage points and escape routes for when he began his hunt. The wendigo slipped into an alley between two buildings before jumping atop the smaller of the two, clearing the twenty foot high walls as easily as a human would jump a small puddle. It was a satisfying sensation for Dimitri to be able to actually use his muscles to their full extent. For the longest time he'd been forced to hide his true athletic prowess and act as if he was helpless even by human standards. It was demeaning for Dimitri, but it didn't matter now, all that mattered was getting ready for what was to come. He took a few steps back, then sprinted and jumped onto the roof adjacent to the one he had been on. Once there, Dimitri peered over the edge of the roof and down at the streets below and began to memorize the street names and alleyways within the area.</s>
<|message|>Michiyo Nakashima
Michiyo Nakashima had woken up somewhere with a lot of trees...? Oh, wait, this was basically her home. She had been sleeping under a tree, a sword stabbed into the grass next to her which resembled 'Sword in the Stone,' some book she read years ago, and had woken up in the morning.
The Tsukogami appeared to be outside of the city, as she saw the city not too far off, and stood up, yawning and then stretching. She had a mask that resembled the face of a sleeping child, even with a little hat, and when she felt awake it came off, showing Michiyo's face in full. She remembered the agency, and grabbed her sword to go into the city with.
When a girl Michiyo recognized from the agency flew by on a motorcycle, she looked in the direction that girl was going, and followed it. She soon turned up near the agency, sighing. Why did she even go all the way outside the city, she could have just slept inside of the agency. Well, it didn't matter. It took her 2 or so hours due to small distractions, such as little cute creatures she saw or a mask falling off her face or other such things.
She stepped inside, apparently not noticing the motorcycle girl at the plaza, and breathed that fresh CIS SCUM agency air. Though, she was exhausted, and collapsed right at the entrance. Maybe something important was going on, maybe it had something to do with bombs in a festival...?
Nah.
So, she fell asleep right there, due to exhaustion. She was going to wake up in 10 minutes, though. How do I know?
.
.
Because I said so.</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett stood outside of Eris door for a few minutes tapping onto his leg waiting for a response. Then her door cracked open but no body came out. Emmett thought that was really odd and was about to say something until Eris began to speak. "Um....bombs?." Emmett paused and decided that he wouldn't worry about that. "Sure....also Leon told me to tell you to put up surveillance cameras." He was wondering why she didn't come out or allow him end but its not right to bug women about every little thing so when he finished his assigned mission he says "Cya around Techy!" And walks away. Emmett didn't want to come out of training and be planted in a seat. He wanted action. So instead of staying at the office he teleports back to the plaza site. Emmett reappeared on the roof. He wasn't gonna interfere, he was just gonna watch. He had to see who this person other then Shadow Gear was and why didn't Leon need backup because of this person.</s>
<|message|>Chroma
Chroma was using his android to tinker among the technology Eris collects, she usually allows him to mess with it as he works with her and was even a part of the pile of tech at one point, he paused at the thought the he was basically one of the pieces of tech she is so protective of, he let the thought pass and went to see how she was doing with the surveillance, he shut down the android and went up to Eris's area, as a holographic projection of him appeared in the room he noticed Eris speaking through the door to someone, when they were done talking he noticed how faded she looked "you look drained" he said, stepping across the room toward her "why don't you take a break, i can take over the surveillance"</s>
| <|message|>Eris
"Got it sir" Eris said, As she closed the door she looked down at herself watching as her body shifted and flickered "well I guess I've got to change" she said under her breath and changed her form getting a bit taller and growing her hair much longer. As her form changed her eyes shifted To red and her hair continued to fade in color turning white.
"Oh, yeah sure chroma" Eris said before walking back to her beanbag and flopping down into it, "must have over did it for that form, need to take it easy for a bit" she said and made a screen appear in front of her and a music video started playing through it but the sound was only being played through the speaker in the bag that she was sitting on. "Thanks for taking over chroma!" Eris called out and was a bit shocked at her new slightly more mature voice.</s> |
<|description|>Noah Adams
Nickname(s): Ghost, Black Phantom
Appearance:
Normal:
Armour:
Age: 24
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Mercenary
Behaviour: Will be revealed in the RP
Bio: Joined the military at 18 Noah quickly became extremely skilled with long ranged weapons during his final mission before he quit misleading intelligence caused him to make a tactically unsafe decision causing his squad to perish in an enemy attack he quit the army shortly after at the age of 21. for 3 years afterwards he made most of him money as a mercenary working alone and doing dirty work for nations around the world.
Abilities: Can slow down time to varying degrees for a few seconds but has to wait for the same amount of time to reuse it.</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
"Alright so from the looks of things, your engine locked up due to the fact that you're seriously overdue for an oil change-" "Oh here we go again with this shit! I already told you people that you're not going to scam any extra cash from me with that!, Dimitri slowly reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood before a man that appeared to be in his forties. It had been twenty minutes since the man had arrived in a taxi with complaints of his car no longer working, and after a long argument about how there would be a fee for the vehicle being towed to the shop, Dimitri had decided to take a gander at the vehicle to determine the problem. The car -a bright red mustang Gt. 5.0-, was suffering from what was known as engine lock due to a combination of the man pushing his vehicle too much and neglecting to get it's oil changed. "Sir, I already told you, we aren't attempting to scam you. This sort of thing is exactly why oil changes are so important." Dimitri said as he lowered his hand. He hated dealing with these types of people, they were too stupid to know what was wrong with their possessions, but believed themselves to be clever enough to know a scam in action. The man huffed and sneered as he looked down at Dimitri, "Fine. How much is it going to cost?" "Well, it's usually anywhere between two to four thousand dollars since we-" "Two to four thousand dollars!? What kind of idiot do you take me for!". The man was livid, and he expressed this by ranting and raving at Dimitri who silently grew more irritable with each spit flecked word thrown at him.
Dimitri allowed the to continue for a bit before holding up his hand to interrupt, "Look, it's going to be more or less the same price wherever you go, if you don't like it that's too bad, you should have taken better care of your car.". The man's face turned beet red, he reached out and jabbed Dimitri in the chest with his finger, "You listen to me you little gremlin, I can have your job on a fucking platter, you hear me?!", "Do not touch me again. Dimitri hissed darkly before turning to walk away. Things were getting bad, he could feel his resolve slipping, and the only thing that was going to save the man now was him walking away before he lost it. Unfortunately for both parties, the man wasn't done telling off Dimitri, something he made apparent when he followed after the wendigo and gripped him tightly by the shoulder to spin him around, "Don't you walk away from me you-AGH!". The reaction had been almost instantaneous; as the man had turned Dimitri and proceeded to try and jab him in the chest with his finger again, Dimitri had seized him by the wrist and sunken his teeth deep into his hand. Within seconds they were writhing on the floor with Dimitri on top, viciously shaking his head back and forth in an effort to sever muscles and break bones. It took two of his coworkers and another customer to pull Dimitri off, and even then they only managed to do it because Dimitri regained his senses. Dimitri's boss, having been drawn out by the commotion, sent one of his employees to fetch a first aid kit and dragged Dimitri aside, "What the fuck did you do!?" "I told him not to touch me again. He didn't listen.". Matthew prepared to berate Dimitri for his actions, however the words died in his throat when he got a good look at his employee. Dimitri had always been a decent enough employee, a bit crass at times, but easy enough to get along with, and certainly not threatening. Now however, with blood staining his lips and jacket and a strange glazed look in his eyes, there was an unsettling look about Dimitri that sent a shiver up his spine. "Look, just...just go home for now. I'll try to get this settled as best I can and have Shannon clock you out. If he tries to sue, we've got surveillance cameras that can prove he started this." Matthew said. Dimitri stared at Matthew for a few seconds, then to the man he'd bitten, and exited the garage.
It wasn't until Dimitri left that Matthew realized that he was shivering for reasons other than the cold. Dimitri meanwhile began walking back towards his apartment, heading in the direction of the cafe whilst completely heedless of the strange looks and wide berth that the people on the sidewalk gave him thanks to the bloodstains.</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett phone buzzed in his pocket causing him to jolt up out of his seat. He retrieve his phone from his pocket and read the text message. Okay. When I stand, shape my fingers into a gun and fire into the air. That's when you rush in. Emmett remained quite as the girls next to him continued their conversation.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
Zio arrived at the cafe where everyone was. He waited outside on the other side of the street, his sword resting in his right hand as he watched the situation inside the cafe. He was waiting, waiting for someone to make the first move.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Sir, I think we got a match on that dna sample" Eris said as a screen dominated he area and showed a picture and name of the person "I'm sending out a copy of the potential triple x killer who might be in there with you" she said before sending it to all the agents in the area then sent a jot of electricity through the computer on her desk to wake up chroma @Zetsuko "Hey get up, we have work to do"</s>
<|message|>Chroma
ghost in black The sudden jolt getting his attention and hearing Eris, Chroma uses a nearby holoprojecter to appear in the room, "well hi Eris, whats going on?" Chroma checks out the screen seeing the results of the DNA search, "...and whos that?"</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Oh no one except a notorious murderer the triple x killer, god where have you been" Eris said with a sigh and moved a holographic screen over to him and expanded it "this must be her" she said as she stretched still sitting down on her beanbag.</s>
<|message|>Chroma
ghost in black "i've been working with the systems on my Droid", looking at the Eris's screen, "hmm...so i see", brings up a camera feed from street cameras near the cafe everyone is at, "so the suspect is expected to be at that cafe?", replays the past few minutes of footage to get up to speed.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Alright thanks Eris!" Leon said as he took a look at the data sent from Eris. He brought up a little visor from the ear piece using it to scan everyone in the cafe to match one up to the data Eris gave him. As he scanned the area he came up on a match, it was the girl sitting with Alydia. He approached the table as he unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the girl with Alydia. "You have the right to remain silent." Leon said bluntly. "We have evidence that points to the fact that you are Triple X." Leon added "Furthermore the data points you to another killer who was in our database, R." Leon said. "Do not try anything funny or we will use force." Leon added as he gave a glare that gave off the presence of the grim reaper himself.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven laughed. "What evidence, a bugged camera," she said pointing at the camera in the cafe. "Which has no evidence at all, furthermore, I don't see warrants. " Raven then smiled. "You have nothing and you know it, I doubt you're even sure I'm XXX. Now stop being a hero and sit down before you blow the opportunity of your lives." Raven smirked giving back a darker look. "Only reason your DNA testing comes up with me as a suspect is because I carry the same DNA as XXX and R." she said, revealing a bite mark on her neck and the scar on her wrist, spelling out XXX. "I can't be a suspect, when I was already a victim. " Raven then looked over at Alydia. "You really think you're gonna find them with me behind bars?"</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"At the hotel where the recent Triple X murder took place we found a bloody rag which we suspected XXX used to clean up with." Leon said "Being a vampire she would have needed to clean her face of any loose blood that may have gotten onto her while "feasting" Thus we are brought to the rag again."He added "We found a saliva sample on the rag that we had analyzed back at HQ. Once analyzed we came up with a dna match for 2 killers." R and Triple X. Leading me to believe that they are the same person. Once I added the data to my ear piece I scanned the room looking for a person that matched." He added "Now all of these may seem complicated so let me try a different approach" He said as he took his blade and cut his arm revealing blood. "Now then...the real test is upon us."</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven stared at the blood, and smirked. "Silly mortals." she said. "You didn't think I had a plan B did you?" Being as limber as she was, Raven slipped past Leon, grabbing his gun and shooting the lights out. "Bye bye." she said, kissing his cheek. As the room became black, Raven had disappeared in the darkness, due to her "gift" she was nearly invisible, slipping out of the cafe, when she had the chance. She then made her way to the one place where she was safe, her home in the metal shipping crate. As she reached the door, she looked to see if she was followed. "Plan B, I need an apprentice." she muttered to herself, now going into her crate. She began doing research on feared murderers, looking for a partner.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
As raven found out Isla's number she texted the girl. " You know very well who I am, thus I have a proposition for you. Meet me at the abandoned firehouse, there is a metal shipping crate next to the building. Go to it and knock three times." She then set her phone down, she then turned to her mirror and sighed. "Well time to change my look." she muttered to herself.</s>
<|message|>Isla Ewing
Mmm, That was some good popcorn. Nice fail, agents.
As Isla was walking around the city, monster sneaking around to not be seen, she decided she deserved a little rest. After a long while of lying, killing, baiting, and other such things, She began to get tired.
She decided to go to her phone and check some websites or something, if she could find a decent connection that wasn't protected. Most likely near an apartment, or a café, if not just from random.
Well deserved relaxing. Not in the middle of the sidewalk, mind you. In a nice dark spot.
She got a text. It said something about an abandoned firehouse, and a shipping crate. Told her to go there.
Of course, it interrupted her relaxing, but she got up and fetched her monster.
She then headed to this crate, and as the text said, knocked on it 3 times. She waited patiently, as she was fine with staying there to relax. (Which she got interrupted from Because of a ninja post.)</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
As he passed by the cafe, Dimitri heard an almighty racket from inside, racket that sounded a lot like the firing of a gun. The wendigo stopped briefly and looked over his shoulder to see what it was, his eyes turning from red to blue for a fraction of a second. Dimitri contemplated getting a better look, but decided against hanging around to find out for concern of further irritation. He was in a bad enough mood as is thanks to what had transpired earlier, however there was nothing he could really do about it until nightfall. With a small sigh and a slight scratch of his cheek from discomfort caused by dried blood, Dimitri continued to meander down the street, rubbing his face with his jacket sleeve to remove the dried fluid as he went. His jacket was pretty much a mess, between the blood and oils spilled on it, it was clearly long overdue for a cleaning. All that would have to wait however as Dimitri jogged the rest of the way to his apartment roughly three blocks away to wait for sunset.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven slid open the door to her hideout. "You came," she said, a bit surprised. "Come in, it's not much but it's home." As she let Isla in, Raven closed the sliding door and locked the padlock on the inside. " You want coffee?" she asked, trying to offer some hospitality.</s>
<|message|>Chroma
Chroma watched from the security cams as this triple X girl rushed leon taking his gun and shooting out the lights and vanishing 'she's quick' he thought, he had subtly taken over her phone so he could monitor it when it sent a text to another number " You know very well who I am, thus I have a proposition for you. Meet me at the abandoned firehouse, there is a metal shipping crate next to the building. Go to it and knock three times.". he kept all this to himself for the moment.</s>
<|message|>Chroma
{redacted}</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett stood in the darkness. His purple eyes glowing in the darkened room. "Leon, I'm terribly sorry. I would of caught her....but you know how I am with women." His purple eyes danced around the room and came across the after images of Raven sneaking out. "This mission is not a complete fail." He said vanishined and reappeared outside. "Noah. She got away." Emmett said hopping into the car. "Thankfully Enderman are more usuful in the dark. I can see her foot steps.....you up for a little ride?"</s>
<|message|>Isla Ewing
As Isla walked in, she quickly examined the place. As she said, it wasn't very much at all.
"Sure, I'll have some coffee." Isla replied. "So, what's this 'proposition' you have for me?"</s>
| <|message|>Noah Adams
Noah turned to Emmett who had jumped in his car "sure just point the way" Noah then revved the engine and got on to the road.</s> |
<|description|>Sakana Ryuu
"Won't you join me?"
Nicknames
None
Age
16
Species
Ashe City Creature Log: Ningyo
A species of fish like humanoids. With the amount of fish qualities being different for each member of the race itself. They have varied diets though most prefer the taste of raw fish. The specific abilities of Ningyo aren't very well known, as they are extremely uncommon. It is known that they have great swimming abilities and can breath underwater. Though it is believed that Ningyo start off as a sort of blank canvas. Born with no personality, they are said to mimic the personality, habits, disposition, posture, and quirks of anyone they speak with.
They appear to be an extremely friendly race, though their taste for raw fish may give some insight into their true nature. Ningyo use the personalities they have mimicked to deceive people and lead them to do work for the Ningyo themselves. And once they are useless, Ningyo abandon their victim, killing them, leaving them for the police, the method of disposal depends on the Ningyo.
Weaknesses that Ningyo have are not plentiful but they are present. They adore fish, and will always eat it of they have the chance, as long as it's uncooked. They also copy a persons weakness when they copy their personality and disposition. So weaknesses mostly depend on the Ningyo. A very intelligent species.
Gender
Female
Job
Criminal
Mastermind behind a series of murders committed by other citizens
Behavior
Sakana has a sweet and innocent personality. She daydreams has a habit of rolling dice when bored. Sakana is also calculating and intelligent, and she doesn't seem to get mad, though it is easy for her to be bored. With a love for swimming and photography, Sakana takes a large amount of pictures, constantly taking a camera with her, and is almost always in a swimsuit.
Bio
Sakana was abandoned when she was young as a result of the first personality she copied was that if a depressed young woman who desperately wanted death. After abandonment Sakana spoke to many more people, copying their personalities, and forging the perfect one for herself. But the first personality left Sakana with scars of attempted suicide.
Sakana's criminal acts started when she was a teenager, a girl of thirteen. She convinced a man to rob a bank and then commit suicide. After finding joy in the act of convincing people to do evil she began to forge herself an even better personality, one built for deceiving people.
Abilities
Deception
Underwater Breathing
Fast Swimming
Large Intelligence
Siren Song - An ability unknown to most carried by all Ningyo. A last resort ability allowing Ningyo to sings songs capable of changing ones heart. However the songs themselves are only learned when absolutely necessary.
Other
Sakana is unskilled around electronics, and weak to electricity.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
Chapter 1: The Start of a New Year
Welcome to Ashe City a city that may seem normal at first glance. With people going from place to place, your usual crimes going on everyday, and maybe that old lady down the street is yelling at her cat again. However a closer look at this city reveals something interesting, the supernatural. Yes, this city holds not only humans but supernatural creatures as well. Some of these creatures coexist and live in peace with the humans. Others however some creatures terrorize and commit crimes. A Detective Agency was founded in order to capture these criminals this is the Ashe City Detective Agency, Scarlet Ashe.
January 1st, 2020: Ashe City Detective Agency, Scarlet Ashe
It's the new year for Ashe City as Leon was turning on the lights of the agency, he had just arrived to open up. When he turned on all the lights in the office he went down the hall towards the morgue as the motion detecting lights went on. Leon opened the doors and turned on the lights to see Xander sleeping on one of the tables.
"Xander, hey Xander wake up." Leon said as he gently nudged Xander.
Xander slowly woke up as his upper body rose to sit up. "Oh hey Leon when did you get here?" Xander said completely awake
"Just now." Leon replied "I thought Zombies didn't need to sleep?"
Xander who was getting off the table towards his desk to grab his lab coat and put it on looked over at Leon. "No you would be correct on that note." Xander said
Leon was poking at a brain that was in a small silver bin watching it jiggle as Xander rushed over screaming "Don't touch that! Don't put your filthy hands on this delectable treat!" Xander screamed as he took the bin away from Leon.
"Well geez sorry" Leon said as he walked towards the door "I'm heading back into the office. I'll come back once everyone is here and we have our first case." Leon said as he began to walk away.
"Yeah yeah okay." Xander said "Just dont touch anymore of my treats when you come back" he added in a yelling voice.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
Zio woke up from his sleep by a ray of sunlight shone in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes a little as he got up from the couch he was sleeping on, he turned to his tv that was still playing. Zio grabbed the remote and turned of the tv, when he turned it off he threw the remote on the couch and got to get a change of clothes and a shower. After he took the shower and put on some new clothes he grabbed his phone, wallet and his keys. He started to go to the door of his apartment and was almost going to leave without taking his sword with him, so before he clodes the door he quickly grabbed his sword. He now went on his way to the Scarlet Ashe agency, wondering if he could help Garo with a job.</s>
<|message|>Damien Arachne Lockheart
The somber sound of piano music would begin to drift up from the holding cells of the Scarlet Ashe detective agency, just as it did every morning. If one would be so inclined to follow the melody down stairs and into the dark, foreboding corridor they would find rows of cells that flanked both sides of the hall. The hall stretched for a good distance before coming to a stop at one last cell, but this one was unique. Instead of bars this cell had a reinforced glass wall as its barrier, unlike the others this cell was not a bare room with cement walls. No this cell was fully furnished from a decorative rug to a small crystal chandelier that hang from the celling. The soul occupant of the room, a shockingly pale fellow in a even whiter inmate's uniform, sat at a grand piano with his fingers skillfully gliding over the ivory. To most this would be a odd sight, but to those who worked at the agency would be used to this as well as the monster who was causing it. Ever since his capture Damien had made it a daily ritual to meet the morning with a song, much to the distain of the members of the agency.</s>
<|message|>Eris
Eris bolted upright in her spinning chair her hair color slowly brightening and her ears perking up as she regained her baring. After realizing she was in her workshop still she relaxed and stood up to stretch before taking over a small RC car and driving to the break room all the while avoiding peoples feet and parking it right under the counter and powering off the car before grabbing an apple. After started walking back down the hall driving the small car while waving to others as she went until she reached the the elevator where she pushed the button to go down to the holding cells and waited listening to some of her favorite calming music. She wanted to start the day with a visit to the criminals and run some security checks.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah woke up with the sun in his eyes after cursing the sun for the fifth time he decided to get up. Deciding to get a better layout of the city he got dressed and got his Glock 17 and hid it in his jacket and his combat knife in his boots, he left his apartment and began heading to a near by park that he had not gone to yet simply passing it by. Once there he began walking in circles around the park, this early in the morning the park was empty and quite Noah hated it, in his experience quite usually meant an ambush or an enemy sniper waiting for him to get out of cover.
He sighed and decided he had memorised enough stratospherically advantageous areas in the park and continued walking to his next destination.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
Leon walked down another hall to an elevator and presses the button to go to the bottom floor where the holding cells are.
"Wonder if Eris is already down doing the security check?" Leon thought to himself. He reached the bottom floor as the elevator door opened. Leon noticed the little rc car on the ground and looked up to see Eris. "Hey thought you would be down here so I came to check on things with you." Leon said as he waved to Eris.</s>
<|message|>Eris
Eris jumped a bit at the sound of Leon's voice and her whole body flickered before she calmed down, "oh... Hi Mr
Leon everything's fine as far as I can tell" she said as she put the car on autopilot and continued typing on a terminal "though the way I see it, some of the locks could stand to be replaced with some that don't need a manual key and key code, but that's just my opinion" barley looking up to hand him a list of numbers 1-6 as well as an ear piece that had a small screen on it.
"if you could be so kind as to check these cells manually I'll keep in contact through this and have visual contact too"</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett drifted in the car he was driving speeding heavily over the limit. Gun shots could be heard not to far behind him. Two cars moving at a very similar speed stayed on Emmett's tail. "Crap!" He shouted as a bullet grazed his car door. Emmett had to lose these guys quick before the cops interven. He turned on a sharp corner and drove at about 90 mph down the alley. The thugs in the following cars followed and chased him down the alley at a similar speed. That alley was clearly a dead end but the thugs were to busy shooting at Emmett. The end of the alley was coming closer and closer within seconds. Emmett smiled as his car colided into the wall and exploded. The thugs were speechless and unable to stop smashed into his fire ball of a car increasing the flame and also causing a domino effect with their cars blowing up. Emmett walked through the agency doors wearing a tuxedo and a giant smile. He knew teleporting would come in handy at some point in his life. "I got documents on one of the gangs in the city!" He shouted walking through the offices. "But.....they're useless now. If you wanna know why just check the news for fiery casualties." He said laughing and throughing the paper documents into a shredder.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Call me Leon, Eris no need to be so formal." Leon said as he was handed list of cells 1-6 and an earpiece. "Check cells 1-6 manually? Can do. I may be lazy but when it comes to security I'm serious." Leon put the ear piece on his ear as he hit the little button on the side turning it on. Leon began to head towards Cell Block A which contained the first 6 cells as well as cells 7-10. "Ok first cell 1" Leon tapped away at the keypad doing the simple checks in the system. (time laps to go through cells 1-5) "Alright Eris I'm on cell 6 doing the final check." Leon said in the ear piece. "Ok do that, do this, and..." Leon mumbled to himself as a quick electrical surge went through the keypad "Woah!" Leon said as he jumped back and grabbed his sword but not unsheathing it. "Hey Eris did you experience a surge of electrical energy on your end?" Leon said into the earpiece.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah had after some walking and taking a bus he had finally reached the observation tower from her he could view all the city and find potential sniping spots for any potential targets, he did this for every city he went too and had become a useful habit that had saved him trouble in the past. Looking around the city he spotted what appeared to be a car chase for a second he considered tracking down the driver out of pure curiosity but found that decision to be dangerous so he decided against it. Once had gotten down from the tower he began heading to the area where he saw the car crash. Once there the police seemed to all ready be at the scene of the accident Noah walked around to get a better look at the front of the car "No driver what the hell?" he muttered to himself this was strange even if the driver had managed to jump out of the car before the impact a human would have been on the floor enough time for law enforcement to arrive a none of the doors where open so what happened.</s>
| <|message|>Sakana Ryuu
Sakana a downed the last of the broth in her ramen bowl, setting it on the counter before leaving the small stand. It may have been morning, but Sakana hadn't felt like having real breakfast.
Having left Sakana walked to a small empty park. On the way there she had bought a bag of fish, and was happily eating them, clad in her swimsuit. A young man walked up to Sakana.
"What's a young lady like you doing out here alone? It's dangerous," he told her. But Sakana had already started. She began to talk to him, bewitching him into believing that he needed to kill. That that was the only thing he could do. And that once he killed, he needed to die as well.
Sakana did this a lot. Her call card, if you could call it that, was suicide after the crime. She looked at her wrists, they were covered in scars from where Sakana had slit her wrist over and over again as a child. But now, for some reason, she found joy in seeing others die by their own hands after committing a crime.</s> |
<|description|>Sakana Ryuu
"Won't you join me?"
Nicknames
None
Age
16
Species
Ashe City Creature Log: Ningyo
A species of fish like humanoids. With the amount of fish qualities being different for each member of the race itself. They have varied diets though most prefer the taste of raw fish. The specific abilities of Ningyo aren't very well known, as they are extremely uncommon. It is known that they have great swimming abilities and can breath underwater. Though it is believed that Ningyo start off as a sort of blank canvas. Born with no personality, they are said to mimic the personality, habits, disposition, posture, and quirks of anyone they speak with.
They appear to be an extremely friendly race, though their taste for raw fish may give some insight into their true nature. Ningyo use the personalities they have mimicked to deceive people and lead them to do work for the Ningyo themselves. And once they are useless, Ningyo abandon their victim, killing them, leaving them for the police, the method of disposal depends on the Ningyo.
Weaknesses that Ningyo have are not plentiful but they are present. They adore fish, and will always eat it of they have the chance, as long as it's uncooked. They also copy a persons weakness when they copy their personality and disposition. So weaknesses mostly depend on the Ningyo. A very intelligent species.
Gender
Female
Job
Criminal
Mastermind behind a series of murders committed by other citizens
Behavior
Sakana has a sweet and innocent personality. She daydreams has a habit of rolling dice when bored. Sakana is also calculating and intelligent, and she doesn't seem to get mad, though it is easy for her to be bored. With a love for swimming and photography, Sakana takes a large amount of pictures, constantly taking a camera with her, and is almost always in a swimsuit.
Bio
Sakana was abandoned when she was young as a result of the first personality she copied was that if a depressed young woman who desperately wanted death. After abandonment Sakana spoke to many more people, copying their personalities, and forging the perfect one for herself. But the first personality left Sakana with scars of attempted suicide.
Sakana's criminal acts started when she was a teenager, a girl of thirteen. She convinced a man to rob a bank and then commit suicide. After finding joy in the act of convincing people to do evil she began to forge herself an even better personality, one built for deceiving people.
Abilities
Deception
Underwater Breathing
Fast Swimming
Large Intelligence
Siren Song - An ability unknown to most carried by all Ningyo. A last resort ability allowing Ningyo to sings songs capable of changing ones heart. However the songs themselves are only learned when absolutely necessary.
Other
Sakana is unskilled around electronics, and weak to electricity.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
Leon arrived at the hotel as he turned the car off and took the keys out. He got out of the car and walked inside to see Chief Johnson.
"Hey Chief! So whats the crime this time? Heh see what I did there?... I ryhmed." Leon said as he gave off a slight chuckle.
"Good to see you Luis, A maid here at the hotel discovered a body in room 13." said Chief Johnson
"Yeah whats so special isnt this a normal murder case?" Leon said.
"When we took a look at the body we found a blood red lipstick mark on the forehead aswell as "XXX" carved into the hip of the body." Said Cheif Johnson
"So Triple X again huh? I'll take a look and see what I can find." Leon said as we began to walk up the stairs to room 13. As he approached the door to the room he heard a loud bang from inside. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and barged in. "Freeze Scarlet Ashe Detective Agency! Hands where I can...see...them.." As Leon barged in he noticed Kita and Emmett drinking beer. Clearly Emmett was drunk and caused the loud bang. "My god Emmett why are you drunk on the job...AGAIN!?" Leon said in anger.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah heard the door slam open as soon as emmett hit the ground his instinct and training took over and he pulled out his gun and aimed the new comer who has shouted something about an agency but he didn't care "drop the sword or I'll put a hole in your head."</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
All Kita could do was facepalm herself as she watched the drunk Emmett in its natural habitat. She slid her hand down her face when he announced the killing at Arrowhead Park. "Pffft, another one bites the dust," Kita half-sang. Kita reached into her sweatshirt pocket and looked at what kind of beer it was again for future reference. She kept looking at her unopened beer until Leon barged in, and he got mad at Emmett pretty quick. "I tried to warn him officer," Kita's smartassery kicks in once again half-heartedly. She puts her beer away and raised an arm in front of Noah "Cool it."</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah looked at kita and nodded putting back his gun into its holster "fine." Noah was angry he hated being ambushed who ever this guy was is luck kita was here. Despite not knowing her for even a day he already though of her better than most people. "Who are you?"</s>
<|message|>Emmett
"Calm down leon. I'm not even drunk." Emmett stated talking to a wall instead of Leon. He took the last sip of his beer right if front of Leon. "You and I both know there is nothing we can do. She gets away with this shit every time." Though he was drunk he wasn't completely out of there. "He's the head of the agency I work for Noah. So you shooting him is a no no okay?"</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"First rule in detective work Emmett, there is always a way" Leon said as he pressed the button on the earpiece. "Eris you there? I need you to scan the room for any clues." Leon said.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven, putting her SD card and battery in her new phone, Raven noticed at text from the girl. "Oh, well nice to meet you Aly." she responded to her text. "I'm Karen." Raven hid up her real name so she can remain under radar. "Wanna grab a bite to eat?" She asked. "I'm headed towards the caf'e." Raven then walked into the caf'e and sat in her usual spot.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah put away his gun and resumed to look around "you back to being sober again?" He asked emmett.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Yes sir I'm here, I'll start scanning the room" Eris said still shaken from him bursting in "but would you please stand in on of the corners so that I can get a full shot?"
While Eris was loading up the scan she took a look over at the tracing program and saw that the phone has not been active long "well that's not suspicious at all..." and that there was another activation near-by so she sent of a text to Alysia only saying "Be Watchful and Be Careful"</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Got it heading to one of the corners" Leon said as he walked over to a corner to get a full shot of the room. "Ok I'm in postion." Leon said</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
Zio not getting any responses to his yelling he decided to go to the tech lab. When he got to the door of the tech lab he knocked on the door. "Hey Eris can I come in ?" Zio knew she was in there because well she was the head of the tech lab. Waiting for an answer he rested up against a wall.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita lowered her arm and rolled her eyes slightly before looking around a little more, crouching down in certain places here and there. Kita glanced at Leon noticing he was in a corner and soon mimicked as she stood in a different corner with her hands stuffed in her sweatshirt pockets. It was probably to get a full shot for scanning the room. Now that she thought about it she did hear Leon say something about scanning the room so yea that's what it was for.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Ok great" she said as a blue girdle seeped across the room several times each time adding more detail to the 3D hologram of it, when it was done she save a copy of it and sent one over to Leon's ear piece "stick the ear piece on the highest area in the room please so that I can overlay the hologram with the room it will show high interest points by having them glow red, and don't worry I'll put it on speaker so you can still hear me.
Wolf
While Eris was doing this she heard the knock on the door and sighed. She got up and walked over to the door with her screens still floating around her and unlocked it, opening the door to the sight of Zio leaning against the wall. "Yes?" She asked as moved back from the door and scrolled another screen out the way looking up at Zio.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Right got it." Leon said raised the earpiece as high as he could to get the overlay for Eris.
(Short post is short)</s>
<|message|>Emmett
"I'm soberish." Emmett answered Noahs question and began to walk back to the corpse hovering his hands over it. " Might as well do something." His eyes began to glow purple and finger prints on the mans body appeared. Emmett could tell the finger prints weren't his. "Hey Leon. Could you get Techy to analyze these finger prints?"</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
ghost in black
Zio looked down at Eris and smiled a little. "Happy new year Eris and I just stopped by to see if I could help out with a job or something." He said as he walked a little closer to the door.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven continued to wait for Aly's response, during her wait, she pondered her next strike, but not as XXX. It was Time for R to play her role. Though they were the same people, the personalities and kill style differed. XXX was the seduction murder while R was the the trickster, but to the public it seemed as if R was a mere mimic of XXX, considering XXX had more kills over her head. Regardless Raven knew what she had to do.</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia turned around and made her way towards the Cafe, "Sure, I'll be in a few minutes." she replied back, when a few feet of the cafe, she took out her phone and sent a quick text to Eris.
ghost in black
"Hey Eris, I'm going to go meet the owner of the phone number I gave you. If you find anything let me know. okay?" she pressed send as she enter the cafe.
Seeing karen sitting in the same spot as last, she walked up to her. "hey Karen"</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven smiled as Aly referred to her as Karen. "Aly," she responded. "Nice to see my favorite pickpocket. Come sit." Raven then brushed her hair out of her face and gave Aly a slight seductive look. "How are things going?" she asked, knowing that she was part of the agency.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Ok starting the overlay now" Eris said as a the room was tinted blue with areas on the body and around the room glowing red "set the ear piece on the counter and check those areas".
Wolf
She then turned to Zio With A Questioning Look "I don't know about any other jobs in the area maybe you should check the police scanners and help them out," she said as she walked back over to the bean bag and flopped down on it "who knows maybe there's a bank robbery in progress.</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia as she sat across from karen, "everything fine, don't think you called me here for a social call though did you?" she asked as she looked at the drink menu.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
ghost in black
"Ugh but normal crimes are never fun." Zio said with a loud sigh as he walked into the room. "Don't you know some criminal supernatural that needs a beating or something." He said as he looked at Eris with boredom written all over his face.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
Leon placed the earpiece on the counter and went to check the area that was glowing red. "There's a bloody rag over here." Leon said to himself "If I recall there were to marks on the victims neck that would fit the profile of a vampire." Leon thought to himself "Eris I need you to check the rag here for anything aside from the blood. The blood would most likely belong to the victim but I have a feeling something else would be on this rag." Leon said</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Ok one second please" she said as the took a scan of the rag and seperated the different substances from it "blood, dye, lipstick residue, some other dna" I think we hit the jackpot here sir, if it is a vampire then that means they are going to be dangerous please be Careful sir"@NekoJordan
Wolf
Eris looked at Zio a hint of anoyance flashing across her face "then go watch TV then or somthing.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Ok can you look for a match in the dna to the citizen database Eris?" Leon said as he ran out to the door but shortly stopped "Emmett sober up and be on standby! Once we find this criminal we will need you to teleport for a sneak attack." Leon said as he ran out to his car and quickly started up the engine and drove off.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
When Noah heard vampire he shivered he had killed a few in the past but they where incredibly annoying to fight it seemed he would have to get his gear if he intended to help Emmett out "Emmett im going to get my gear I'll be back in a sec" he left and broke in to a run once he was outside he would also retrieve my vehicle other wise he would not make it back in time.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Sure thing" Eris said as she pulled up another screen putting the DNA sample into the database for it to scan "It will take some time though so please though I do feel as though I have a lead, please go to this cafe while I finish going through the database" she said before sending the cafe name and address that Alysia was at.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
ghost in black
"So a vamipre interesting. Hey Eris ask Leon if he needs me to do anything to help." Zio said now with a more serious face he knew vampires they were really annoying to deal with, but Zio loved a good fight and a fight with a vampire was going to be a good one.</s>
| <|message|>Sakana Ryuu
Sakana watched as the man walked off. She smiled as he left, a blank look on his face. Se wolfed down a raw fish before walking off, happily eating the rest of her fish. Just waiting, waiting, for the man to commit his crime.</s> |
<|description|>Dimitri Silvera
"Your thirty second head start began twelve seconds ago..."
Nickname(s)
Cap'n Crunch (due to his constant eating), grave robber (due to his habit of stealing and eating corpses from graveyards when it's too risky to hunt)
Age
21 (looks younger due to his species and height)
Species
Wendigo
Gender
Male
Appearance
(he's a short stack, standing at 5'3")
(he stands at 8'6" in this form)
Occupation
Criminal: He's responsible for the murder and devouring of both humans and supernaturals (he hides this by working as an auto mechanic by day and transforming to hunt at night)
Behavior
Dimitri tends to be a pretty cynical, manipulative, and street smart guy by nature, making up for his lack of worldly experience, by being extremely adept with knowledge on a local level. As a wendigo, his more negative personality traits are multiplied two fold, with a ravenous appetite and cruel sense of humor piled on top. He enjoys playing with his food, breaking them down physically and mentally to revel in their misfortune before he makes the kill.
Brief Bio
Unlike a vast majority of wendigo out in the world, Dimitri's form did not come from a curse. He comes from a long line of wendigos, dating all the way back to the pilgrimage era. As a result of being born into a family of monsters, Dimitri had the benefit of teachers to show him how to make a kill and leave no traces of it behind, as well as how to avoid capture if the situation ever arose. Dimitri took to these lessons with gusto, and when it came time for him to move out, he set his sights on Ashe city as his stomping grounds. Far enough away from home to establish his own territory, but close enough to call for help if necessary.
Abilities
Superhuman strength, speed, & agility (on par with an adult bengal tiger), superhuman senses
Other
His species is weak to iron, steel, and silver, as well as white ash. Dimitri will not attempt to devour those that can earn his respect.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita had been sitting at her kitchen counter of her apartment, drinking shots. Kind of early in the day to be drinking, and no reason either. There was just nothing better to do. That was until the news came on the television she had been watching. She watched it with her typical tired/bored face with half open eyes. "Triple X eh...again..." she said to herself blandly. It wasn't that long until her phone buzzed. Kita takes out her phone to see what was up. She got a message from Emmett. Seems like he's gonna check out the case she just watched about. Kita lightly chuckled at the part where it said he obviously wasn't going to take it seriously. On my way. Kita responded before downing another shot and standing up. "Aaaaaalright..." she stretched her neck to the point where it cracked and then exits through a window. Kita took off and it would take her ten minutes to reach Carmella Hotel to meet up with his comrade.</s>
<|message|>Zander
"No not that I know of, ask around once everyone is back in the office I'll call a meeting for the next couple of days." Leon said as his cell phone began to ring. He took his phone out of his pocket and answered the call.
"This is Leon. Whats up?" he said.
"Hey Leon, it's Zander got a minute?" Zander asked.
"Sure whats up?" said Leon
"I got a call from the police station. They need you to come down to the Carmella Hotel." Zander said.
"Ok tell them I'll be there as fast as I can." replied Leon.
"Can do Leon. When you get there speak to Chief Johnson he'll fill you in." Zander said.
"Got it." Leon hung up. "Hey Eris is there a video function in this? Like can you see what I'm seeing?" Leon asked Eris.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"yes there is a function like that hold on one second" she responded and after a minute a quiet clicking noise could be heard from the ear piece "there we go, what did you need me to see?"</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah was just around the corner from the Carmella hotel and he began to look around for Emmett's black car he turned the corner and saw his friends car he walked over to him "Hey Emmett how's it going why did you want to meet here?"</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia smiled to herself as she watched the dark haired girl, "guess, I'm done being a collector of rare wallets for today..." she glanced down at the bill, "how curious.." she muttered before slipping the bill into her jacket pocket. She walked out of the cafe to a few trees that were clustered nearby. putting her hand on one of the trees, she started focused her thoughts on the plants on her desk at the agency. a green mist started forming around her pulling her into the tree, she felt a strong pull than push as she materialized out of the green mist in front of her plants. she stretch as she got up, ditching the wallets into one of her desk drawers. She walked out to go see who need her to do something.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Nothing at the moment" Leon said "I'm heading to Carmella Hotel to meet with Chief Johnson. I'll need you to get some video evidence on file along with a log to keep down some notes." Leon said as he ran to the elevator and pushed the button to go to the ground floor. He rushed out to the garage where his red convertible was located. He inserted the keys and started the engine as he was about the hit the gas he pulled out a stick on siren and placed it on the car and turned it on. "Computer open the garage doors!" Leon called out. "Right away Mr. Luis!" said the computers voice. "How many times do I have to tell you just call me Leon! No need to be formal!" yelled Leon. "My apoligize Mr. Luis" Leon let out a sigh "Cant be helped." Leon pressed the gas pedal and zoomed out of the garage on his way to the hotel.</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett got out his small smart car. Which was weird for a guy that was 6'4". "I'm in the middle of a job ,but I was just gonna screw around and not take it seriously." He lit a cigar and reached back into his car pulling out a six pack of beer. "Kita is coming two. Right now it sucks. I'm missing Breaking Bad for this shit." He takes a puff of his cigar. Emmett looked at Noah. "How about you? Have stop being a mercenary out for blood and became a mercenary out for a picnic with the family?" Emmett laughed.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah groaned at his friends horrible jokes "good to see your jokes are still crap and no my end goal is still the same." Noah turned around and looked at the hotel "your job got anything to do with the hotel" he then got out his handgun and checked the ammo before placing it back in it's holster "who is Kita?"</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven had made her way towards her hide out in an alley besided the abandoned Firehouse. She walked up to a large metal shipping crate and opened the door. "Home at last." She said to herself. Her hideout was rigged with electronics which were run by the generator in the Firehouse. Raven then pulled out her laptop and opened the Carmella Hotel's camera system that she had hacked three days prior to the murder. "So it begins." Raven then watches as the investigation begins.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita turned a corner and spotted Emmett; he wasn't a hard guy to miss. Pretty easy guy to spot for someone his height. She had her hands stuffed in her sweatshirt pockets as she jogged over. There was also another guy with him. Perhaps he was going to join them for the job. Kita approached, "We ready?"</s>
<|message|>Emmett
"Oh, Hey Kita. We're ready!" He walks towards the intrance of the hotel but stops. "Hey Kits dig fast!" He shouted tossing a beer at her. Emmett walked in and headed over to the front desk in the lobby of the hotel. Emmett his the beer with his other hand while he told the women how he's from 9511 and is here to inspect room 13. The receptionist nods and gives Emmett the keys to room 13. "Come on guys!" He shouted waving his hand over to Noah and Kits. 'We can talk more about the incident in the room!" He lied to make it seem as if he was being perfessional about the situation. As Emmett made it to the door he opened it and plopped himself on the bed opening a beer and downing some off it.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah was slightly surprised at the state of the body he looked like he was about to get it obviously that didn't happen the kill its self was sloppy who every did this didn't care how much mess they made "place is a mess" he walked further into the room taking every detail he could find
"what do you two think of this?"</s>
<|message|>Eris
Eris laughed internally at the computer in Leon's car "OK si- I mean Leon I'll keep this camera on" she said as she moved away from the terminal but made a copy of the screen and put it in a holographic screen that hovered in front of her as she took the elevator up to the floor her workshop was on and locked the door sitting herself down on a beanbag cross-legged still watching the screen and making the camera swivel around "man I wish I could go out like others agents can..." she said to herself forgetting that the mic was still on.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven watched the investigation take place and she took eleborate notes on each detective, how they look, spoke, carried themlselves, and how organzised they were.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita followed Emmett in from behind and stopped when he did at the entrance. She caught the beer thrown to her and looks at it before sighing. Kita stuffs it in her sweatshirt pocket for later; she won't allow herself to get drunk on the job, especially with the shots she chugged earlier. Kita follows Emmett in and enters the room immediately starting to take details in. But then Kita gave not a bored look, but an unamused look as Emmett just plopped on the bed and drinking his bed. Wow. He really meant it when he wasn't going to take it seriously. Or at least Kita didn't think he'd plop on the bed. Her expression reverts to her typical look and looks back to the room, staring at each detail as she thought to herself about each one in every way. She would write this down in her little notebook, but for now she'll just rely on trusty memory. Kita glances at the other guy who spoke before looking back to the body. "I think he's dead." Kita blandly responded with her smartassery. Of course he was dead, it's just that Kita loved throwing out a smartass comment here and there.</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia took the bill out of her pocket, she stared at the phone number and the 3X's for abit. "aww, hell with it..." she muttered as she took out her cell and sent a text.
"hello, curiosity got the best of me. thought I'd send you a text. ~ your friendly neighborhood collector of rare wallets."
She walked to one of the agency's meeting room, and sat in one of the wheelie chairs.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven looked over at her phone as it buzzed. "Phase 2" She said to herself, taking the phone and and puuting a tracker on the number. She then responded. "I thought I never was going to here from you, how are things?"</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia raised a eyebrow at the text, she quickly sent a text to Eris. "Hey Techy can you check this number out for me please?"
"Things are slow right now, how are things for you? oh before I forget I'm Aly" she replied back to the dark haired girl.</s>
<|message|>Eris
Eris looked away from the car screen as she saw another screen pop up to her right with a text from Alydia. After she read it pausing at the "Techy" part audibly sighing and was about to type back when she had a better idea and projected herself onto Alydia's phone screen, "Good morning Miss Alydia, so whats about this number is so important, I mean I'm not saying I won't do it it buuut..." she said as she put the text on a background tracing program and sat back to watch.</s>
| <|message|>Dimitri Silvera
Having arrived at his place of employment, Dimitri sat just outside of the door and turned inwards rather than focusing on his surroundings. During his walk, he'd heard bits and pieces of the latest news, both from the televisions of places with outdoor seating, such as sports bars and cafés, and from the mouths of people remarking on the situation. Personally speaking, Dimitri wasn't too thrilled about this "triple X killer", in fact, he was certain that he wouldn't think twice about tearing the skin from their bodies and devouring it while they still lived. Whomever this person was, was making it difficult for Dimitri to truly savor his hunts. After all, with the Detective Agency skulking about the city at every corner, Dimitri was finding it harder and harder to snatch his victims and acquire a proper hunting ground. Arrowhead park was a blessing due to it's size and plentiful forest, however it would only be a matter of time before that too became difficult to find privacy in. This was an issue, but it paled in comparison to what annoyed Dimitri most about the killer; they left the bodies! Perfectly good meat went to waste whenever the Triple X Killer dispatched their target, all for the sake of a vain calling card to goad the Agency into working even harder, and making his hunts more difficult by proxy. Dimitri may have left behind bloody smears, however there was nothing else that could be used to try and track him down, especially considering how easily blood could be contaminated or wash away.
Dimitri tilted his head back and blew a stray strand of hair from out of his eye as he tried to put everything together in his head. He knew that he could always resort to stealing corpses if he was desperate for meat, however corpses provided no challenge. A corpse could not talk, which meant it could not beg, it could not walk, and therefor could not run, it could not feel fear, nor could it express the anguish that sustained Dimitri almost as much as flesh itself. As Dimitri continued to mentally lambast the Triple X Killer, he had no idea that, in a somewhat ironic twist of fate, a group of boy scouts and their guardian had managed to stumble across the bloody smears he'd left over from his meal and called the detective agency to report a possible crime.</s> |
<|description|>Dimitri Silvera
"Your thirty second head start began twelve seconds ago..."
Nickname(s)
Cap'n Crunch (due to his constant eating), grave robber (due to his habit of stealing and eating corpses from graveyards when it's too risky to hunt)
Age
21 (looks younger due to his species and height)
Species
Wendigo
Gender
Male
Appearance
(he's a short stack, standing at 5'3")
(he stands at 8'6" in this form)
Occupation
Criminal: He's responsible for the murder and devouring of both humans and supernaturals (he hides this by working as an auto mechanic by day and transforming to hunt at night)
Behavior
Dimitri tends to be a pretty cynical, manipulative, and street smart guy by nature, making up for his lack of worldly experience, by being extremely adept with knowledge on a local level. As a wendigo, his more negative personality traits are multiplied two fold, with a ravenous appetite and cruel sense of humor piled on top. He enjoys playing with his food, breaking them down physically and mentally to revel in their misfortune before he makes the kill.
Brief Bio
Unlike a vast majority of wendigo out in the world, Dimitri's form did not come from a curse. He comes from a long line of wendigos, dating all the way back to the pilgrimage era. As a result of being born into a family of monsters, Dimitri had the benefit of teachers to show him how to make a kill and leave no traces of it behind, as well as how to avoid capture if the situation ever arose. Dimitri took to these lessons with gusto, and when it came time for him to move out, he set his sights on Ashe city as his stomping grounds. Far enough away from home to establish his own territory, but close enough to call for help if necessary.
Abilities
Superhuman strength, speed, & agility (on par with an adult bengal tiger), superhuman senses
Other
His species is weak to iron, steel, and silver, as well as white ash. Dimitri will not attempt to devour those that can earn his respect.</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett took a quick sip of his cappuccino and looked at Kita as she forcefully ducked him down. "I can't help it we're gonna have......so...much ....." He stopped never ending his sentence. He stood and activated his ability disappearing in the middle of the café. Some of the customers starred in confusion on how something so tall can be gone in just a few seconds. Emmett reappeared in the café standing next to Kita. He was now wearing white gloves and his eyes were a darker color of purple. The tuxedo he was wearing gave of a light purplish glow. "I'm terribly sorry for my spontaneous outburst." Emmett apologized taking a sip of his cappuccino with his pinky in the air. It was clear he wasn't drunk anymore. Purplish particles danced around him as he stood searching for a seat. His eyes soon come across Alydia sitting with a stranger. "Madam(Kita) follow me." He walked towards the table and stood examining both of the girls silently. Since he wasn't drunk he was now shy when it came to communicating with women so he nods and motions Alydia to scoot over so he could sit next to her." Greetings l-l-ladies." He nearly whispered.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
Leon arrived at the cafe just in time as he turned the engine off and grabbed the handle of his sword and ran in. "Scarlet Ashe Detective Agency nobody move!" Leon noticed Emmett, Kita, and Alydia. Luckily he left his video function on for Eris to see everything. he whispered under his breath in order to contact Eris. "Get Zio over the the cafe and make sure to tell him that when he arrives do not attack until I gave the signal." Leon said. "No one try anything stupid. I have reason to believe there is a killer in this cafe!" Leon said out loud.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Got it sir" she said then turned to Zio "Zio get to Leon's position but don't attack until we give the signal, got it?" Eris said her voice sounding more serious as she talked "Go now!"</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven grinned at the sight of the dysfunctional squad. "Hmph, bunch of armatures." She stated turning back to Aly. " Shes not here nor is her sister, who goes by R." sighing she laid back in her seat. "Here's my proposition, I give you info, you let me eliminate them both."</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia frowned at her teammates, turning her attention back on Karen. "that isn't something I can decide... might put some consideration to though." She said as she to let emmett sit next to her. "What do you gain though if you do kill them?" she asked curiously.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita nodded at Emmett while making a quiet slight sigh of relief. It seems like he was finally pulling it together. Kita took another sip of her coffee before nodding to Emmett again and following him to the ladies' table. One of them was a teammate, Alydia. The other was a stranger. Kita silently observed this dark-haired woman silently for a couple seconds with her typical look with half-open tired eyes before motioning her scoot over to sit along with them.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
"I gain my long awaited revenge," Raven stated. "you see during the early years, right around high school, is when the killing began. They shared just about everything, lunch, books, make-up, even boyfriends" Raven then paused and acted as if she was getting emotional to sweeten the act. "Well Scott was they're current boyfriend at this particular time, he became very confused with the way they worked the relationship out. He gave up and he came to me. Once XXX and R figured out, they killed Scott, My one and only lover." Raven then gladly scooted over so Kita could sit.</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
After losing himself in his thoughts, Dimitri found himself losing his grip on the passage of time and the world around him as well. He hadn't even noticed that a few of his coworkers and his boss had arrived and unlocked the door until he was nudged by his boss' boot. Dimitri's head had snapped up near instantly as he fought down the instinct to immediately clamp down and tear into whatever touched him, "C'mon, time to get this day done..." he extremely hung over boss, Matthew, grumbled in a voice barely exceeding a whisper. Dimitri stood up and dusted off his pants before following Matt inside "Het Matt. You look like shit man, you sure you want to be in today?", receiving only a strange sound somewhere between and groan and a whimper in response. Dimitri let the subject drop and simply entered the garage portion of the shop just as the sign was flicked on and the garage doors were pulled up. The air was brisk, and several of Dimitri's coworkers nestled deeper into their coats, he simply ignored this as his heavy jacket -as well as a generous portion of monster physiology- was more than enough to keep him warm. These things were not, however, enough to help him reach his tool box, which someone had yet again sat onto one of the higher shelves to mess with him.
"Alright, who has the balls this time?" Dimitri hissed as he turned to glare at the smirking faces of his coworkers. Knowing that no one would actually confess, Dimitri turned back around and began to jump to try and reach his tools. It was humiliating having to fake being human, he was certain that he was grinding his teeth into powder each and every time he had to fake such pitiful weakness just to blend in. It needed to be done though, if only so he could continue to hunt as he wished. As some of the first cars rolled in, one of his female coworkers finally took pity on the wendigo and retrieved the box for him, "Thanks, Shannon." "No problem. Y'know, you really should've ate your veggies as a kid Cap'n Crunch. Maybe you wouldn't be a short stack., "Ha-fuckin'-ha. What's with you people and naming me after cereal anyway?" "Not my fault you eat more than anyone I know. Seriously where do you put all that food? It's crazy that you eat so much and stay so tiny.. Dimitri's eyes narrowed, he muttered under his breath and walked away from his coworker to get to work on the car, "Hey, at least I don't try to tousle your hair like Allen and Carol do!" Shannon called out before laughing as Dimitri half jokingly flipped her the bird.
This was typical behavior in Matthew Sykes Automotive repair, the employees loved to make jokes and rib each other, and Dimitri was not immune to it. The difference was that despite his behavior around his coworkers, every time he came in he dreamt of nothing more than dismembering and eating everyone. Even now, as he slid under a car and went to work, he thought about nothing, but what it would be like to bite off Shannon's fingers one by one.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah had just parked his 4x4 right in front of the café Emmett had told him about he got his weapons ready but stayed in his car the tinted windows hiding him. He saw that the situation seemed delicate and if he moved fully armed he could cause the vampire to take a hostage so he decided to text Emmett I'm outside waiting, when you want me to move in signal me. He griped his FN F2000 ready to burst out and gun down the vampire.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
ghost in black
"Roger." Zio said with a grin as he took of in a sprint running towards the exit of the agency, grabbing his sword as he passed through the door outisde. Zio ran as fast as he could to the cafe Leon was at, excitement was written all over Zio's face. Finally I can have some fun. Zio taught to himself as he kept running towards the cafe.</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
"Revenge tends to lead one to their end..." Alydia stated as sat a little straighter in her seat. "Besides I'm sure my boss wouldn't appreciate me letting someone become a murder to takedown a murder." She muttered as Leo came into the cafe. "oh look speak of the devil and he appears. She said jokingly.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
"I'm done playing this game," Raven replied in a serious tone. " I get the kill, you get the glory. Besides, by the looks of it, you guys are far from figuring out who XXX is which gives time for R to play. It wont be long until they hack the Agency's system, like I did your phone. Then your Agency will become a mere playground for the sisters, ultimately leading to your demise." She then stood. " Now pick your poison, We do this together and I get my revenge, or be mere playthings."</s>
| <|message|>Dimitri Silvera
"Alright so from the looks of things, your engine locked up due to the fact that you're seriously overdue for an oil change-" "Oh here we go again with this shit! I already told you people that you're not going to scam any extra cash from me with that!, Dimitri slowly reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood before a man that appeared to be in his forties. It had been twenty minutes since the man had arrived in a taxi with complaints of his car no longer working, and after a long argument about how there would be a fee for the vehicle being towed to the shop, Dimitri had decided to take a gander at the vehicle to determine the problem. The car -a bright red mustang Gt. 5.0-, was suffering from what was known as engine lock due to a combination of the man pushing his vehicle too much and neglecting to get it's oil changed. "Sir, I already told you, we aren't attempting to scam you. This sort of thing is exactly why oil changes are so important." Dimitri said as he lowered his hand. He hated dealing with these types of people, they were too stupid to know what was wrong with their possessions, but believed themselves to be clever enough to know a scam in action. The man huffed and sneered as he looked down at Dimitri, "Fine. How much is it going to cost?" "Well, it's usually anywhere between two to four thousand dollars since we-" "Two to four thousand dollars!? What kind of idiot do you take me for!". The man was livid, and he expressed this by ranting and raving at Dimitri who silently grew more irritable with each spit flecked word thrown at him.
Dimitri allowed the to continue for a bit before holding up his hand to interrupt, "Look, it's going to be more or less the same price wherever you go, if you don't like it that's too bad, you should have taken better care of your car.". The man's face turned beet red, he reached out and jabbed Dimitri in the chest with his finger, "You listen to me you little gremlin, I can have your job on a fucking platter, you hear me?!", "Do not touch me again. Dimitri hissed darkly before turning to walk away. Things were getting bad, he could feel his resolve slipping, and the only thing that was going to save the man now was him walking away before he lost it. Unfortunately for both parties, the man wasn't done telling off Dimitri, something he made apparent when he followed after the wendigo and gripped him tightly by the shoulder to spin him around, "Don't you walk away from me you-AGH!". The reaction had been almost instantaneous; as the man had turned Dimitri and proceeded to try and jab him in the chest with his finger again, Dimitri had seized him by the wrist and sunken his teeth deep into his hand. Within seconds they were writhing on the floor with Dimitri on top, viciously shaking his head back and forth in an effort to sever muscles and break bones. It took two of his coworkers and another customer to pull Dimitri off, and even then they only managed to do it because Dimitri regained his senses. Dimitri's boss, having been drawn out by the commotion, sent one of his employees to fetch a first aid kit and dragged Dimitri aside, "What the fuck did you do!?" "I told him not to touch me again. He didn't listen.". Matthew prepared to berate Dimitri for his actions, however the words died in his throat when he got a good look at his employee. Dimitri had always been a decent enough employee, a bit crass at times, but easy enough to get along with, and certainly not threatening. Now however, with blood staining his lips and jacket and a strange glazed look in his eyes, there was an unsettling look about Dimitri that sent a shiver up his spine. "Look, just...just go home for now. I'll try to get this settled as best I can and have Shannon clock you out. If he tries to sue, we've got surveillance cameras that can prove he started this." Matthew said. Dimitri stared at Matthew for a few seconds, then to the man he'd bitten, and exited the garage.
It wasn't until Dimitri left that Matthew realized that he was shivering for reasons other than the cold. Dimitri meanwhile began walking back towards his apartment, heading in the direction of the cafe whilst completely heedless of the strange looks and wide berth that the people on the sidewalk gave him thanks to the bloodstains.</s> |
<|description|>Isla Ewing
Nickname(s)
somethingorotheridunnoitslate
Age
24
Species
A human, but sorta modified.
Gender
Female
Occupation
Criminal
Behavior
Isla often prefers to work alone in most of her actions. If she's going undercover and superspy-ish to find out things, to... stealing a cookie, I guess?
One thing to note is that she is very smart. The reason she can do most of her things is because she prefers to figure out her opponents habits, obvious weaknesses, and other such things. If she gets to, in battle, she will get to a hiding spot and try to think for a quick moment, as most of the time she will be chased and have to act.
She likes to predict. If she cannot get the facts, she predicts. She predicts what would be the best thing to do for her opponent, and if he doesn't do it, she's vulnerable.
When dealing with people, she is often rude. If you look in her picture, that monster over there speaks for her most of the time, while she takes her time to think lots more.
Brief Bio
Isla was born in a place out of town. It was another city, but it was normal. The only strange part was the main industry in the city. Only the people who worked there or got chosen to go there knew what it was like. Her parents had foolishly volunteered her to go to that industry's building.
She was guided by two strange men in suits. They took her to a room that had a large "TEST" sign. What she saw there had haunted her to this day.
Of course, other people are unimportant. Did you think I was gonna go into intense detail? No. You're dumb and wrong.
They were injecting here with what seemed like a drug after they put her into this dark room. After that, she was knocked out.
She woke up long out of town, with this strange thing floating around her. At first, this had frightened her, but she had learned to live with it. She had found out that the strange "thing" was the source of all of her power. It was much stronger than she was, and also much more frightening.
But, with this monster came some side effects. For one, she had become bloodthirsty, as the monster was, and this lead to her becoming a criminal and murdering people as a murdering bloodthirsty criminal does.
She also lost energy faster when she was out and about, much faster than a normal human, and had to cut down her use of her power and speed and basically the Monster in general.
She had found Ashe City after a day of travels, and she's been a criminal there ever since.
Abilities
Not too fast, but above average speed, climbing abilities, and intellect.
Monster - this is what she normally calls him. It? Her? She doesn't know. The monster's main feature is his lack of eyes. Isla acts as his eyes, as the monster goes around the place. The monster is normally the talker, frightener, eater of citizens, and other such things. The monster is what uses up most of Isla's energy, as it gives her the speed and climbing, but not the intelligence.
Other
(Any other information you would like to add)</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah had after some walking and taking a bus he had finally reached the observation tower from her he could view all the city and find potential sniping spots for any potential targets, he did this for every city he went too and had become a useful habit that had saved him trouble in the past. Looking around the city he spotted what appeared to be a car chase for a second he considered tracking down the driver out of pure curiosity but found that decision to be dangerous so he decided against it. Once had gotten down from the tower he began heading to the area where he saw the car crash. Once there the police seemed to all ready be at the scene of the accident Noah walked around to get a better look at the front of the car "No driver what the hell?" he muttered to himself this was strange even if the driver had managed to jump out of the car before the impact a human would have been on the floor enough time for law enforcement to arrive a none of the doors where open so what happened.</s>
<|message|>Sakana Ryuu
Sakana a downed the last of the broth in her ramen bowl, setting it on the counter before leaving the small stand. It may have been morning, but Sakana hadn't felt like having real breakfast.
Having left Sakana walked to a small empty park. On the way there she had bought a bag of fish, and was happily eating them, clad in her swimsuit. A young man walked up to Sakana.
"What's a young lady like you doing out here alone? It's dangerous," he told her. But Sakana had already started. She began to talk to him, bewitching him into believing that he needed to kill. That that was the only thing he could do. And that once he killed, he needed to die as well.
Sakana did this a lot. Her call card, if you could call it that, was suicide after the crime. She looked at her wrists, they were covered in scars from where Sakana had slit her wrist over and over again as a child. But now, for some reason, she found joy in seeing others die by their own hands after committing a crime.</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
The new year: A time of celebration and merriment for many, one for drinking and partying, or attempting to sleep off of explain away the ramifications of the drinking and partying, for others, it was a time to reflect on all that they had done in the past, and look towards the future to better themselves as people. For one auburn haired young man, it was none of these things, just another day for a hunt. Dimitri Silvera stared up from the branch he sat atop at the sun as it rose higher into the sky. It was risky for him to hunt by day, however it was even riskier to try to hunt last night with so many people out celebrating. Dimitri looked down at the base of the tree he sat in, the corner of his mouth twitching a bit as he eagerly awaited his latest victim's awakening. As if on cue, the young and very athletic looking blond haired man whom he'd lured out of a house party and knocked out awakened, "Ugh...my head. Where-" "Are you? The park Kyle. Arrowhead park to be specific.", the man jumped a bit and looked upward, eliciting a chuckle from Dimitri. The man -Kyle- staggered to his feet as he recognized Dimitri, "Wait, you're the asshole that was hitting on Laura, what the fuck!? Why the hell did you drag me out here you shit?! Wait- why the fuck are you wearing nothing but boxers!?", Dimitri grinned, his mouth splitting impossibly wide as the scent of copper began to waft through the air, "You told me to step outside. So we're outside. I felt it would be awful though if we interrupted the party though so I decided to find us a more suitable spot. I would've told you but I doubt you would've listened. So I decked you.".
Kyle started sweating a bit and coughed as the scent of copper hit him, he could feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what it was, "You knocked me out and dragged me all the way out here to fight me? That doesn't make any sense...". Dimitri's impossible grin only stretched further, revealing nearly twice the number of teeth in a human's mouth, "Fight you? You've got it all wrong man. I dragged you out here because I wanted to dine in peace." he said as the scent of copper grew heavy enough to taste, causing Kyle to wretch and gag, though the smell wasn't nearly as worrying as the sudden stab of primal fear he felt. Kyle turned to run only to find Dimitri to be in front of him standing merely inches away, "Whoa now, what's the rush?", Dimitri punched Kyle in the ribs, causing the much larger man to double over, his throat landing neatly into Dimitri's raised hand as a result. Despite the fact that Kyle towered over Dimitri by a good nine inches and likely outweighed him by several kilos, Dimitri was able to force Kyle onto his knees as if he weighed nothing. Kyle struggled and struck at Dimitri's arm feebly as Dimitri held him in place, his eyes bulged a bit as Dimitri clamped down harder . "Jeez you struggle a lot. Tell you what, I'll give you a chance to get out of this alive. All you've gotta do is solve a little riddle of mine. Deal?" Dimitri inquired. Kyle gasped a bit, and realizing that there was no way out of it and just barely managed to rasp out a yes. Dimitri's blue eyes danced with excitement, "'Atta boy. Now i'm gonna let you go, don't to anything stupid, ok?". The moment Dimitri let go of Kyle's throat, Kyle began to scream for help, only to be cut off by Dimitri kneeing him in the chin. As Kyle had currently been attempting to say something, his tongue was severed in short order as his bottom jaw was forcefully smashed into the upper one. The man fell back and clutched his face, howling in agony as Dimitri casually picked up the severed muscle and devoured it, "I told you not to try anything stupid. Now i've gotta kill and eat you quickly." Dimitri said with a sigh as he grabbed Kyle by the throat.
As blood spilled and bubbled from his mouth, Kyle looked at Dimitri, then wished that he hadn't. Dimitri's body began to transform, it grew and twisted in all manner of ways as his bones broke and reshaped, starting first with his hands with sprouted claws that stabbed Kyle's neck just enough to draw blood. Dimitri's clothing tore as his body grew and fur sprouted, his ribs actually began to tear themselves free of his skin. Kyle wasn't focused at all on that however, only on Dimitri's head as horn like protrusions sprouted and most of the skin and flesh on his face tore open and sloughed off leaving nothing but bones. Bones that were gruesomely breaking and reshaping, taking the shape more akin to that of a canine's skull than that of a human's. Dimitri never screamed, nor broke eye contact with Kyle as his body grew and morphed, going from a paltry five foot three frame, to a menacing eight foot six. Dimitri lifted Kyle up, his glowing red eyes bored into Kyle's as he began to salivate, "You should've agreed to solve the riddle Kyle. You might have won.". The creature which had at one point been an auburn haired young man opened its mouth to reveal rows of massive jagged teeth, eliciting a piercing screech from Kyle. This would be the last sound he ever made before the top portion of his head was ripped free and devoured in a shower of bones, blood, and bits of brain.
It didn't take long for Dimitri to finish his meal, scarcely a minute passed before everything that Kyle had once been was reduced to nothing more than a bloody stain on the grass below. This was typical of his kills, and had become a calling card of sorts since his arrival in Ashe city. The wendigo licked his claws clean, content with the feeling of a stomach full of flesh, still though he couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment at the lack of entertainment before his meal. Dimitri twisted his head a bit eliciting a string of cracks from his neck before he reverted back into his human form, shedding his fur, rearranging his bones, and regrowing the lost flesh from his face as though he had never transformed in the first place. He wordlessly returned to the base of the tree and walked around it to grab and don the clothing that he'd removed and folded whilst waiting for his victim to wake up. "A good start to the new year. Guess I should grab some mouthwash before I head in to work." He mused aloud as he walked off in the direction of one of several of the park's trails.</s>
<|message|>Eris
Throughout the process of the check eris was happy with the lack of problems until they came to cell 6 where she saw the the surge a little too late and felt it travel up her arm and through her body scrambling her form for a second and causing her to drop to her knees.
"yes sir I just got the power surge as well" she said as she slowly stood up and placed her hand back on the panel and transmitting a repair program to his ear piece "use that program to try and isolate where the problem originated from I'll try and fix this burned circut here"</s>
| <|message|>Isla Ewing
New Year's day, the perfect time to celebrate what year it is, make conspiracies on whether or not we are going to die this year, and argue about it.
Except, of course, if you're a criminal. If you were, then it would be the perfect day to invade parties and kill people while every single person in the city is drunk and thinks they're sleeping. So, after Isla woke up, she was going to do just that. Of course, she would have to avoid cops and just stay out of sight until she began planning.
But, as everyone was sleeping, she couldn't.
So, she thought of the next best thing, to hope everybody in the city is currently sleeping and that everyone in the agency is being oblivious to what is going on.
She saw a man on the street, and told him that one of his friend sent her to give him a little gift. This gift wouldn't be an ordinary gift, of course, as it would be certain death.
I know that you are thinking about the monster, and the monster is usually in the same spot while she is out and about and getting victims. The man was also an idiot.
He was overjoyed by the fact that one of his friends actually thought to give him a little gift on New Year's Day, and he asked Isla to bring him to his friend, and so she did. But of course, it was the spot in which the monster was hiding, waiting for the next victim. She lead him to the spot, and told him this.
"Walk around this corner, and he'll be right there waiting for you."
That was the monster's cue. He had waited for a man to come up around the corner, and then, he had lashed himself out at the man, and ate him in a gorefest of gorey gore. When he was finished, there wasn't much left. Then, she told her monster to go back to his spot while she went out to find another man.
But, if the agency was out this time, they would surely try to arrest her with guns and other things of the sort, which is where the speed and climbing comes in handy, as she can run or climb to her safety. She can then hide in that spot until she thinks that the agency is gone. That was most likely going to work another time, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another, until they caught on to where she liked to hide. Then, she would have to mix it up.
But, until then, she would just do the same exact thing. Go out, find a victim, come back, get them killed, and repeat the cycle until the agency would noticed her and get into a chase.
Unless she'd want to go balls deep and actually allow her monster to go out with her, in order to frighten kids or citizens in general. That would only work if she had taken DAYS to find out the perfect time. To do that, she'd have to become pretty much a super spy, and eavesdrop on her enemies, maybe even fellow criminals who know much more than she does.
But, anyways, she had gone out for another victim, to slowly decrease the population until there was almost nothing left of it.
Fun stuff.</s> |
<|description|>Isla Ewing
Nickname(s)
somethingorotheridunnoitslate
Age
24
Species
A human, but sorta modified.
Gender
Female
Occupation
Criminal
Behavior
Isla often prefers to work alone in most of her actions. If she's going undercover and superspy-ish to find out things, to... stealing a cookie, I guess?
One thing to note is that she is very smart. The reason she can do most of her things is because she prefers to figure out her opponents habits, obvious weaknesses, and other such things. If she gets to, in battle, she will get to a hiding spot and try to think for a quick moment, as most of the time she will be chased and have to act.
She likes to predict. If she cannot get the facts, she predicts. She predicts what would be the best thing to do for her opponent, and if he doesn't do it, she's vulnerable.
When dealing with people, she is often rude. If you look in her picture, that monster over there speaks for her most of the time, while she takes her time to think lots more.
Brief Bio
Isla was born in a place out of town. It was another city, but it was normal. The only strange part was the main industry in the city. Only the people who worked there or got chosen to go there knew what it was like. Her parents had foolishly volunteered her to go to that industry's building.
She was guided by two strange men in suits. They took her to a room that had a large "TEST" sign. What she saw there had haunted her to this day.
Of course, other people are unimportant. Did you think I was gonna go into intense detail? No. You're dumb and wrong.
They were injecting here with what seemed like a drug after they put her into this dark room. After that, she was knocked out.
She woke up long out of town, with this strange thing floating around her. At first, this had frightened her, but she had learned to live with it. She had found out that the strange "thing" was the source of all of her power. It was much stronger than she was, and also much more frightening.
But, with this monster came some side effects. For one, she had become bloodthirsty, as the monster was, and this lead to her becoming a criminal and murdering people as a murdering bloodthirsty criminal does.
She also lost energy faster when she was out and about, much faster than a normal human, and had to cut down her use of her power and speed and basically the Monster in general.
She had found Ashe City after a day of travels, and she's been a criminal there ever since.
Abilities
Not too fast, but above average speed, climbing abilities, and intellect.
Monster - this is what she normally calls him. It? Her? She doesn't know. The monster's main feature is his lack of eyes. Isla acts as his eyes, as the monster goes around the place. The monster is normally the talker, frightener, eater of citizens, and other such things. The monster is what uses up most of Isla's energy, as it gives her the speed and climbing, but not the intelligence.
Other
(Any other information you would like to add)</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett phone buzzed in his pocket causing him to jolt up out of his seat. He retrieve his phone from his pocket and read the text message. Okay. When I stand, shape my fingers into a gun and fire into the air. That's when you rush in. Emmett remained quite as the girls next to him continued their conversation.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
Zio arrived at the cafe where everyone was. He waited outside on the other side of the street, his sword resting in his right hand as he watched the situation inside the cafe. He was waiting, waiting for someone to make the first move.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Sir, I think we got a match on that dna sample" Eris said as a screen dominated he area and showed a picture and name of the person "I'm sending out a copy of the potential triple x killer who might be in there with you" she said before sending it to all the agents in the area then sent a jot of electricity through the computer on her desk to wake up chroma @Zetsuko "Hey get up, we have work to do"</s>
<|message|>Chroma
ghost in black The sudden jolt getting his attention and hearing Eris, Chroma uses a nearby holoprojecter to appear in the room, "well hi Eris, whats going on?" Chroma checks out the screen seeing the results of the DNA search, "...and whos that?"</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Oh no one except a notorious murderer the triple x killer, god where have you been" Eris said with a sigh and moved a holographic screen over to him and expanded it "this must be her" she said as she stretched still sitting down on her beanbag.</s>
<|message|>Chroma
ghost in black "i've been working with the systems on my Droid", looking at the Eris's screen, "hmm...so i see", brings up a camera feed from street cameras near the cafe everyone is at, "so the suspect is expected to be at that cafe?", replays the past few minutes of footage to get up to speed.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Alright thanks Eris!" Leon said as he took a look at the data sent from Eris. He brought up a little visor from the ear piece using it to scan everyone in the cafe to match one up to the data Eris gave him. As he scanned the area he came up on a match, it was the girl sitting with Alydia. He approached the table as he unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the girl with Alydia. "You have the right to remain silent." Leon said bluntly. "We have evidence that points to the fact that you are Triple X." Leon added "Furthermore the data points you to another killer who was in our database, R." Leon said. "Do not try anything funny or we will use force." Leon added as he gave a glare that gave off the presence of the grim reaper himself.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven laughed. "What evidence, a bugged camera," she said pointing at the camera in the cafe. "Which has no evidence at all, furthermore, I don't see warrants. " Raven then smiled. "You have nothing and you know it, I doubt you're even sure I'm XXX. Now stop being a hero and sit down before you blow the opportunity of your lives." Raven smirked giving back a darker look. "Only reason your DNA testing comes up with me as a suspect is because I carry the same DNA as XXX and R." she said, revealing a bite mark on her neck and the scar on her wrist, spelling out XXX. "I can't be a suspect, when I was already a victim. " Raven then looked over at Alydia. "You really think you're gonna find them with me behind bars?"</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"At the hotel where the recent Triple X murder took place we found a bloody rag which we suspected XXX used to clean up with." Leon said "Being a vampire she would have needed to clean her face of any loose blood that may have gotten onto her while "feasting" Thus we are brought to the rag again."He added "We found a saliva sample on the rag that we had analyzed back at HQ. Once analyzed we came up with a dna match for 2 killers." R and Triple X. Leading me to believe that they are the same person. Once I added the data to my ear piece I scanned the room looking for a person that matched." He added "Now all of these may seem complicated so let me try a different approach" He said as he took his blade and cut his arm revealing blood. "Now then...the real test is upon us."</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven stared at the blood, and smirked. "Silly mortals." she said. "You didn't think I had a plan B did you?" Being as limber as she was, Raven slipped past Leon, grabbing his gun and shooting the lights out. "Bye bye." she said, kissing his cheek. As the room became black, Raven had disappeared in the darkness, due to her "gift" she was nearly invisible, slipping out of the cafe, when she had the chance. She then made her way to the one place where she was safe, her home in the metal shipping crate. As she reached the door, she looked to see if she was followed. "Plan B, I need an apprentice." she muttered to herself, now going into her crate. She began doing research on feared murderers, looking for a partner.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
As raven found out Isla's number she texted the girl. " You know very well who I am, thus I have a proposition for you. Meet me at the abandoned firehouse, there is a metal shipping crate next to the building. Go to it and knock three times." She then set her phone down, she then turned to her mirror and sighed. "Well time to change my look." she muttered to herself.</s>
<|message|>Isla Ewing
Mmm, That was some good popcorn. Nice fail, agents.
As Isla was walking around the city, monster sneaking around to not be seen, she decided she deserved a little rest. After a long while of lying, killing, baiting, and other such things, She began to get tired.
She decided to go to her phone and check some websites or something, if she could find a decent connection that wasn't protected. Most likely near an apartment, or a café, if not just from random.
Well deserved relaxing. Not in the middle of the sidewalk, mind you. In a nice dark spot.
She got a text. It said something about an abandoned firehouse, and a shipping crate. Told her to go there.
Of course, it interrupted her relaxing, but she got up and fetched her monster.
She then headed to this crate, and as the text said, knocked on it 3 times. She waited patiently, as she was fine with staying there to relax. (Which she got interrupted from Because of a ninja post.)</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
As he passed by the cafe, Dimitri heard an almighty racket from inside, racket that sounded a lot like the firing of a gun. The wendigo stopped briefly and looked over his shoulder to see what it was, his eyes turning from red to blue for a fraction of a second. Dimitri contemplated getting a better look, but decided against hanging around to find out for concern of further irritation. He was in a bad enough mood as is thanks to what had transpired earlier, however there was nothing he could really do about it until nightfall. With a small sigh and a slight scratch of his cheek from discomfort caused by dried blood, Dimitri continued to meander down the street, rubbing his face with his jacket sleeve to remove the dried fluid as he went. His jacket was pretty much a mess, between the blood and oils spilled on it, it was clearly long overdue for a cleaning. All that would have to wait however as Dimitri jogged the rest of the way to his apartment roughly three blocks away to wait for sunset.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven slid open the door to her hideout. "You came," she said, a bit surprised. "Come in, it's not much but it's home." As she let Isla in, Raven closed the sliding door and locked the padlock on the inside. " You want coffee?" she asked, trying to offer some hospitality.</s>
<|message|>Chroma
Chroma watched from the security cams as this triple X girl rushed leon taking his gun and shooting out the lights and vanishing 'she's quick' he thought, he had subtly taken over her phone so he could monitor it when it sent a text to another number " You know very well who I am, thus I have a proposition for you. Meet me at the abandoned firehouse, there is a metal shipping crate next to the building. Go to it and knock three times.". he kept all this to himself for the moment.</s>
<|message|>Chroma
{redacted}</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett stood in the darkness. His purple eyes glowing in the darkened room. "Leon, I'm terribly sorry. I would of caught her....but you know how I am with women." His purple eyes danced around the room and came across the after images of Raven sneaking out. "This mission is not a complete fail." He said vanishined and reappeared outside. "Noah. She got away." Emmett said hopping into the car. "Thankfully Enderman are more usuful in the dark. I can see her foot steps.....you up for a little ride?"</s>
| <|message|>Isla Ewing
As Isla walked in, she quickly examined the place. As she said, it wasn't very much at all.
"Sure, I'll have some coffee." Isla replied. "So, what's this 'proposition' you have for me?"</s> |
<|description|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Nickname(s)
Keet; The Blue-Eyed Demon (but she'd really just prefer to be called Kita)
Age
20; looks 18
Species
Demon
Gender
Female
Appearance
(Picture to come soon hopefully)
(Edit: Ok, I have a picture, but it's a chibi)
Normal form - Kita has short, messy dark brown hair that goes down to her neck and blue eyes. Wears a dark red and dark grey sweatshirt (no hood) along with dark blue jeans and red and yellow sneakers. She stands at a 5'6".
Demon form - Kita's demon form is usually something she doesn't let anyone see; she does her work fast in this form. If anyone were to see t for any reason however, she would have the same clothes as in normal form of course. Her hair color would change to a bright red along with obtaining red markings on her face. She'll have the classic demon tail along with wings made of darkness; the wings have a tint of both red and purple. Her eyes will also turn red with black all around the iris. Not to mention two short sharp teeth on each side and two short horns right above the sides of her forehead.
Occupation
Fellow detective of the agency
Behavior
Kita usually has a tired, bored look on her face. She can be a slacker only at a few things and there will be her occasional smartass remarks. She's also usually reluctantly obedient. Depending on the event, or usually at night, she'll be more awake and slightly energetic. She's a bit cocky, and somewhat sadistic. Along with all of this she can also be a bit strange.
Brief Bio
For the majority of her life Kita didn't know she was a demon. Her demon abilities were sealed by her parents because they didn't want her abusing her abilities as a child. She didn't get along with her parents that much either. Until Kita was eleven, her parents died and the seal broke. After that Kita lived with her uncle. It was when Kita was seventeen that she figured out that her uncle had a committed a series of crimes, and remained uncaught for years. She ratted him out almost on the instinct of killing him. A year later she joined Ashe City Detective Agency.
Abilities
Enhanced Durability, Strength, Speed
Weapon Summoning/Manifestation
Darkness Elemental Wings Manifestation (Demon form only)
Black Lightning Manipulation
Other
Bi-curious. Also likes blood but doesn't need it since she's a demon.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven hissed and had an evil look in her eye. he then calmed. "Yeah thats not gonna work on me hun." she knew that Alydia was trying to pickpoket her. Raven smirked, allowing her fangs to show. "You're lucky I like your style," she said pulling Alydia up. "Otherwise you'd be dead." Raven then laid out a fifty dollar bill on the table and wrote her phone number and XXX on the bill. "You're tip hun." She siad walking away. Before she went out the door, Raven looked at Alydia and she kiseed her own and blew the kiss and she walked out of the caf'e.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"no sir it hasn't happened before now" Eris answered as the terminal booted back up and she started running background checks on all the new equipment that was brought in in the past month. "but has any other equipment acted strange lately though?" She asked hopeful that this wasn't an epidemic occurring with the electronics.</s>
<|message|>Dimitri Silvera
Dimitri walked along the city sidewalks at a leisurely pace as he made his way to work. The wendigo knew there was no need to rush as the automotive repair shop that he worked for wasn't due to open for another thirty minutes, and that if his boss had continued to drink through the night with the same gusto he'd had when Dimitri last saw him, he'd be at least another twenty five minutes late due to his hangover. Dimitri smiled wryly at the thought before bringing the tiny bottle of mouthwash he'd purchased up to his lips and downing the contents in one go. He swished the burning liquid around for a bit, then spat into a trashcan outside of a cafe much to the distain of other people on the sidewalk. "Dude, that's gross man. You can't handle dealing your stank breath at home or something?" A male tiefling said as he glared down at Dimitri, "Hey-" Dimitri began as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, "It ain't my fault your mother lied about showering before I went down on her.". The tiefling's face turned and even darker hue of red at Dimitri's retort, and grabbed the shorter man by the front of his shirt, "The fuck did you say you pipsqueak?!", "Ugly AND hard of hearing? Looks like we've got a winner of the genetic lottery here folks." Dimitri retorted with a smirk. The tiefling cocked his free arm back, intent on beating the tiny upstart in his grip into a coma.
He never even got the chance to swing, as Dimitri -having been lifted slightly- was at the perfect groin kicking height. The wendigo cocked back his leg, then let fly with all of his strength. There was a crunching sound as Dimitri's shin met with the tiefling's groin and pelvic bone, damaging both quite badly in the process. Dimitri was let go of immediately as the tiefling dropped to the ground and attempted to both vomit and scream at the same time. Dimitri didn't even give the tiefling a second look, "You might want to get some ice there champ." was all that was said as he continued along his merry way, leaving his aggressor in a crumpled heap of pain and bitter regrets.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita had been sitting at her kitchen counter of her apartment, drinking shots. Kind of early in the day to be drinking, and no reason either. There was just nothing better to do. That was until the news came on the television she had been watching. She watched it with her typical tired/bored face with half open eyes. "Triple X eh...again..." she said to herself blandly. It wasn't that long until her phone buzzed. Kita takes out her phone to see what was up. She got a message from Emmett. Seems like he's gonna check out the case she just watched about. Kita lightly chuckled at the part where it said he obviously wasn't going to take it seriously. On my way. Kita responded before downing another shot and standing up. "Aaaaaalright..." she stretched her neck to the point where it cracked and then exits through a window. Kita took off and it would take her ten minutes to reach Carmella Hotel to meet up with his comrade.</s>
<|message|>Zander
"No not that I know of, ask around once everyone is back in the office I'll call a meeting for the next couple of days." Leon said as his cell phone began to ring. He took his phone out of his pocket and answered the call.
"This is Leon. Whats up?" he said.
"Hey Leon, it's Zander got a minute?" Zander asked.
"Sure whats up?" said Leon
"I got a call from the police station. They need you to come down to the Carmella Hotel." Zander said.
"Ok tell them I'll be there as fast as I can." replied Leon.
"Can do Leon. When you get there speak to Chief Johnson he'll fill you in." Zander said.
"Got it." Leon hung up. "Hey Eris is there a video function in this? Like can you see what I'm seeing?" Leon asked Eris.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"yes there is a function like that hold on one second" she responded and after a minute a quiet clicking noise could be heard from the ear piece "there we go, what did you need me to see?"</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah was just around the corner from the Carmella hotel and he began to look around for Emmett's black car he turned the corner and saw his friends car he walked over to him "Hey Emmett how's it going why did you want to meet here?"</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia smiled to herself as she watched the dark haired girl, "guess, I'm done being a collector of rare wallets for today..." she glanced down at the bill, "how curious.." she muttered before slipping the bill into her jacket pocket. She walked out of the cafe to a few trees that were clustered nearby. putting her hand on one of the trees, she started focused her thoughts on the plants on her desk at the agency. a green mist started forming around her pulling her into the tree, she felt a strong pull than push as she materialized out of the green mist in front of her plants. she stretch as she got up, ditching the wallets into one of her desk drawers. She walked out to go see who need her to do something.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Nothing at the moment" Leon said "I'm heading to Carmella Hotel to meet with Chief Johnson. I'll need you to get some video evidence on file along with a log to keep down some notes." Leon said as he ran to the elevator and pushed the button to go to the ground floor. He rushed out to the garage where his red convertible was located. He inserted the keys and started the engine as he was about the hit the gas he pulled out a stick on siren and placed it on the car and turned it on. "Computer open the garage doors!" Leon called out. "Right away Mr. Luis!" said the computers voice. "How many times do I have to tell you just call me Leon! No need to be formal!" yelled Leon. "My apoligize Mr. Luis" Leon let out a sigh "Cant be helped." Leon pressed the gas pedal and zoomed out of the garage on his way to the hotel.</s>
<|message|>Emmett
Emmett got out his small smart car. Which was weird for a guy that was 6'4". "I'm in the middle of a job ,but I was just gonna screw around and not take it seriously." He lit a cigar and reached back into his car pulling out a six pack of beer. "Kita is coming two. Right now it sucks. I'm missing Breaking Bad for this shit." He takes a puff of his cigar. Emmett looked at Noah. "How about you? Have stop being a mercenary out for blood and became a mercenary out for a picnic with the family?" Emmett laughed.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah groaned at his friends horrible jokes "good to see your jokes are still crap and no my end goal is still the same." Noah turned around and looked at the hotel "your job got anything to do with the hotel" he then got out his handgun and checked the ammo before placing it back in it's holster "who is Kita?"</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven had made her way towards her hide out in an alley besided the abandoned Firehouse. She walked up to a large metal shipping crate and opened the door. "Home at last." She said to herself. Her hideout was rigged with electronics which were run by the generator in the Firehouse. Raven then pulled out her laptop and opened the Carmella Hotel's camera system that she had hacked three days prior to the murder. "So it begins." Raven then watches as the investigation begins.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita turned a corner and spotted Emmett; he wasn't a hard guy to miss. Pretty easy guy to spot for someone his height. She had her hands stuffed in her sweatshirt pockets as she jogged over. There was also another guy with him. Perhaps he was going to join them for the job. Kita approached, "We ready?"</s>
<|message|>Emmett
"Oh, Hey Kita. We're ready!" He walks towards the intrance of the hotel but stops. "Hey Kits dig fast!" He shouted tossing a beer at her. Emmett walked in and headed over to the front desk in the lobby of the hotel. Emmett his the beer with his other hand while he told the women how he's from 9511 and is here to inspect room 13. The receptionist nods and gives Emmett the keys to room 13. "Come on guys!" He shouted waving his hand over to Noah and Kits. 'We can talk more about the incident in the room!" He lied to make it seem as if he was being perfessional about the situation. As Emmett made it to the door he opened it and plopped himself on the bed opening a beer and downing some off it.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah was slightly surprised at the state of the body he looked like he was about to get it obviously that didn't happen the kill its self was sloppy who every did this didn't care how much mess they made "place is a mess" he walked further into the room taking every detail he could find
"what do you two think of this?"</s>
<|message|>Eris
Eris laughed internally at the computer in Leon's car "OK si- I mean Leon I'll keep this camera on" she said as she moved away from the terminal but made a copy of the screen and put it in a holographic screen that hovered in front of her as she took the elevator up to the floor her workshop was on and locked the door sitting herself down on a beanbag cross-legged still watching the screen and making the camera swivel around "man I wish I could go out like others agents can..." she said to herself forgetting that the mic was still on.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven watched the investigation take place and she took eleborate notes on each detective, how they look, spoke, carried themlselves, and how organzised they were.</s>
| <|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita followed Emmett in from behind and stopped when he did at the entrance. She caught the beer thrown to her and looks at it before sighing. Kita stuffs it in her sweatshirt pocket for later; she won't allow herself to get drunk on the job, especially with the shots she chugged earlier. Kita follows Emmett in and enters the room immediately starting to take details in. But then Kita gave not a bored look, but an unamused look as Emmett just plopped on the bed and drinking his bed. Wow. He really meant it when he wasn't going to take it seriously. Or at least Kita didn't think he'd plop on the bed. Her expression reverts to her typical look and looks back to the room, staring at each detail as she thought to herself about each one in every way. She would write this down in her little notebook, but for now she'll just rely on trusty memory. Kita glances at the other guy who spoke before looking back to the body. "I think he's dead." Kita blandly responded with her smartassery. Of course he was dead, it's just that Kita loved throwing out a smartass comment here and there.</s> |
<|description|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Nickname(s)
Keet; The Blue-Eyed Demon (but she'd really just prefer to be called Kita)
Age
20; looks 18
Species
Demon
Gender
Female
Appearance
(Picture to come soon hopefully)
(Edit: Ok, I have a picture, but it's a chibi)
Normal form - Kita has short, messy dark brown hair that goes down to her neck and blue eyes. Wears a dark red and dark grey sweatshirt (no hood) along with dark blue jeans and red and yellow sneakers. She stands at a 5'6".
Demon form - Kita's demon form is usually something she doesn't let anyone see; she does her work fast in this form. If anyone were to see t for any reason however, she would have the same clothes as in normal form of course. Her hair color would change to a bright red along with obtaining red markings on her face. She'll have the classic demon tail along with wings made of darkness; the wings have a tint of both red and purple. Her eyes will also turn red with black all around the iris. Not to mention two short sharp teeth on each side and two short horns right above the sides of her forehead.
Occupation
Fellow detective of the agency
Behavior
Kita usually has a tired, bored look on her face. She can be a slacker only at a few things and there will be her occasional smartass remarks. She's also usually reluctantly obedient. Depending on the event, or usually at night, she'll be more awake and slightly energetic. She's a bit cocky, and somewhat sadistic. Along with all of this she can also be a bit strange.
Brief Bio
For the majority of her life Kita didn't know she was a demon. Her demon abilities were sealed by her parents because they didn't want her abusing her abilities as a child. She didn't get along with her parents that much either. Until Kita was eleven, her parents died and the seal broke. After that Kita lived with her uncle. It was when Kita was seventeen that she figured out that her uncle had a committed a series of crimes, and remained uncaught for years. She ratted him out almost on the instinct of killing him. A year later she joined Ashe City Detective Agency.
Abilities
Enhanced Durability, Strength, Speed
Weapon Summoning/Manifestation
Darkness Elemental Wings Manifestation (Demon form only)
Black Lightning Manipulation
Other
Bi-curious. Also likes blood but doesn't need it since she's a demon.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
All Kita could do was facepalm herself as she watched the drunk Emmett in its natural habitat. She slid her hand down her face when he announced the killing at Arrowhead Park. "Pffft, another one bites the dust," Kita half-sang. Kita reached into her sweatshirt pocket and looked at what kind of beer it was again for future reference. She kept looking at her unopened beer until Leon barged in, and he got mad at Emmett pretty quick. "I tried to warn him officer," Kita's smartassery kicks in once again half-heartedly. She puts her beer away and raised an arm in front of Noah "Cool it."</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah looked at kita and nodded putting back his gun into its holster "fine." Noah was angry he hated being ambushed who ever this guy was is luck kita was here. Despite not knowing her for even a day he already though of her better than most people. "Who are you?"</s>
<|message|>Emmett
"Calm down leon. I'm not even drunk." Emmett stated talking to a wall instead of Leon. He took the last sip of his beer right if front of Leon. "You and I both know there is nothing we can do. She gets away with this shit every time." Though he was drunk he wasn't completely out of there. "He's the head of the agency I work for Noah. So you shooting him is a no no okay?"</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"First rule in detective work Emmett, there is always a way" Leon said as he pressed the button on the earpiece. "Eris you there? I need you to scan the room for any clues." Leon said.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven, putting her SD card and battery in her new phone, Raven noticed at text from the girl. "Oh, well nice to meet you Aly." she responded to her text. "I'm Karen." Raven hid up her real name so she can remain under radar. "Wanna grab a bite to eat?" She asked. "I'm headed towards the caf'e." Raven then walked into the caf'e and sat in her usual spot.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Noah put away his gun and resumed to look around "you back to being sober again?" He asked emmett.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Yes sir I'm here, I'll start scanning the room" Eris said still shaken from him bursting in "but would you please stand in on of the corners so that I can get a full shot?"
While Eris was loading up the scan she took a look over at the tracing program and saw that the phone has not been active long "well that's not suspicious at all..." and that there was another activation near-by so she sent of a text to Alysia only saying "Be Watchful and Be Careful"</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Got it heading to one of the corners" Leon said as he walked over to a corner to get a full shot of the room. "Ok I'm in postion." Leon said</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
Zio not getting any responses to his yelling he decided to go to the tech lab. When he got to the door of the tech lab he knocked on the door. "Hey Eris can I come in ?" Zio knew she was in there because well she was the head of the tech lab. Waiting for an answer he rested up against a wall.</s>
<|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita lowered her arm and rolled her eyes slightly before looking around a little more, crouching down in certain places here and there. Kita glanced at Leon noticing he was in a corner and soon mimicked as she stood in a different corner with her hands stuffed in her sweatshirt pockets. It was probably to get a full shot for scanning the room. Now that she thought about it she did hear Leon say something about scanning the room so yea that's what it was for.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Ok great" she said as a blue girdle seeped across the room several times each time adding more detail to the 3D hologram of it, when it was done she save a copy of it and sent one over to Leon's ear piece "stick the ear piece on the highest area in the room please so that I can overlay the hologram with the room it will show high interest points by having them glow red, and don't worry I'll put it on speaker so you can still hear me.
Wolf
While Eris was doing this she heard the knock on the door and sighed. She got up and walked over to the door with her screens still floating around her and unlocked it, opening the door to the sight of Zio leaning against the wall. "Yes?" She asked as moved back from the door and scrolled another screen out the way looking up at Zio.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Right got it." Leon said raised the earpiece as high as he could to get the overlay for Eris.
(Short post is short)</s>
<|message|>Emmett
"I'm soberish." Emmett answered Noahs question and began to walk back to the corpse hovering his hands over it. " Might as well do something." His eyes began to glow purple and finger prints on the mans body appeared. Emmett could tell the finger prints weren't his. "Hey Leon. Could you get Techy to analyze these finger prints?"</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
ghost in black
Zio looked down at Eris and smiled a little. "Happy new year Eris and I just stopped by to see if I could help out with a job or something." He said as he walked a little closer to the door.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven continued to wait for Aly's response, during her wait, she pondered her next strike, but not as XXX. It was Time for R to play her role. Though they were the same people, the personalities and kill style differed. XXX was the seduction murder while R was the the trickster, but to the public it seemed as if R was a mere mimic of XXX, considering XXX had more kills over her head. Regardless Raven knew what she had to do.</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia turned around and made her way towards the Cafe, "Sure, I'll be in a few minutes." she replied back, when a few feet of the cafe, she took out her phone and sent a quick text to Eris.
ghost in black
"Hey Eris, I'm going to go meet the owner of the phone number I gave you. If you find anything let me know. okay?" she pressed send as she enter the cafe.
Seeing karen sitting in the same spot as last, she walked up to her. "hey Karen"</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
Raven smiled as Aly referred to her as Karen. "Aly," she responded. "Nice to see my favorite pickpocket. Come sit." Raven then brushed her hair out of her face and gave Aly a slight seductive look. "How are things going?" she asked, knowing that she was part of the agency.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Ok starting the overlay now" Eris said as a the room was tinted blue with areas on the body and around the room glowing red "set the ear piece on the counter and check those areas".
Wolf
She then turned to Zio With A Questioning Look "I don't know about any other jobs in the area maybe you should check the police scanners and help them out," she said as she walked back over to the bean bag and flopped down on it "who knows maybe there's a bank robbery in progress.</s>
<|message|>Alydia Emerys
Alydia as she sat across from karen, "everything fine, don't think you called me here for a social call though did you?" she asked as she looked at the drink menu.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
ghost in black
"Ugh but normal crimes are never fun." Zio said with a loud sigh as he walked into the room. "Don't you know some criminal supernatural that needs a beating or something." He said as he looked at Eris with boredom written all over his face.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
Leon placed the earpiece on the counter and went to check the area that was glowing red. "There's a bloody rag over here." Leon said to himself "If I recall there were to marks on the victims neck that would fit the profile of a vampire." Leon thought to himself "Eris I need you to check the rag here for anything aside from the blood. The blood would most likely belong to the victim but I have a feeling something else would be on this rag." Leon said</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Ok one second please" she said as the took a scan of the rag and seperated the different substances from it "blood, dye, lipstick residue, some other dna" I think we hit the jackpot here sir, if it is a vampire then that means they are going to be dangerous please be Careful sir"@NekoJordan
Wolf
Eris looked at Zio a hint of anoyance flashing across her face "then go watch TV then or somthing.</s>
<|message|>Leon Luis
"Ok can you look for a match in the dna to the citizen database Eris?" Leon said as he ran out to the door but shortly stopped "Emmett sober up and be on standby! Once we find this criminal we will need you to teleport for a sneak attack." Leon said as he ran out to his car and quickly started up the engine and drove off.</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
When Noah heard vampire he shivered he had killed a few in the past but they where incredibly annoying to fight it seemed he would have to get his gear if he intended to help Emmett out "Emmett im going to get my gear I'll be back in a sec" he left and broke in to a run once he was outside he would also retrieve my vehicle other wise he would not make it back in time.</s>
<|message|>Eris
"Sure thing" Eris said as she pulled up another screen putting the DNA sample into the database for it to scan "It will take some time though so please though I do feel as though I have a lead, please go to this cafe while I finish going through the database" she said before sending the cafe name and address that Alysia was at.</s>
<|message|>Zio Arcadia
ghost in black
"So a vamipre interesting. Hey Eris ask Leon if he needs me to do anything to help." Zio said now with a more serious face he knew vampires they were really annoying to deal with, but Zio loved a good fight and a fight with a vampire was going to be a good one.</s>
<|message|>Sakana Ryuu
Sakana watched as the man walked off. She smiled as he left, a blank look on his face. Se wolfed down a raw fish before walking off, happily eating the rest of her fish. Just waiting, waiting, for the man to commit his crime.</s>
<|message|>Emmett
"Aye , Aye captain." Emmett solutes Leon and heads towards the exit of the room. Before he could ask Noah to join him he had already dashed out. "Damn he must of read my mind." Emmett retrieved his phone and texted Noah. Dude after you get your gear meet me at the café so I can sober up with coffee. He turned towards Kita. "Hey you wanna tag along again. Sadly it'll be coffee instead of booze."</s>
<|message|>Noah Adams
Once Noah got home he quickly got dressed into his combat uniform made up from steel toed boots,combat gloves, urban camo suit, balaclava and helmet, for weapons he tore open a floor bored and took out a FN F2000 and holster his Glock 17 along with his combat knife. After checking h had enough ammo he left the apartment careful to avoid any one seeing him and got into his 4x4 and drove off to the café Emmett mentioned in the message.</s>
<|message|>Raven Sanguine
"Actuallly," Raven replied. "This is business, you see I know all about you and your agency." She smiled and continued. And I know who XXX is, and she's not alone."</s>
| <|message|>Kita Slyzer (Kee-tuh Sly-zur)
Kita does her last few quick observations before following Emmett out of the room. She shrugged to him when he invited her, "I'm always open to any kind of beverage. I could use some more caffeine here and there in my life anyways," Kita spoke half-blandly. "So yea count me in."</s> |
<|description|>Mikkish Callanhad
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, muscle definition, about 190 pounds, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality: Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to drink liquor, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. He considers the crimes he commits to be rather light and harmless, while oftentimes fighting worse criminals like murderers and rapists. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Magic:
Physical Buffing: 6
Telepathy: 2
Pyrokinesis: 1
Healing: 1
Non-Magical Combat:
Hand to Hand: 7
Clubs: 1
Knives: 2
Guns: 1
Support Skills:
Charisma: 6
Sneak: 2
Mechanics: 2
History: Mikkish' eyes flickered open to the bright light of the hospital. He was 16 at the time, and had almost no memories of his past though he had no trouble speaking, writing, or knowing the basic things teenagers know. He was found in a farmhouse, right underneath a big hole in the roof, with a stab wound in his chest and a bullet wound to his head. Nobody could quite confirm his real name...but on the wall of the abandoned farmhouse was a carving which read "Mikkish."
It was a miracle he survived.
Being that nobody could find his parents, he was placed in an orphanage but quickly adopted by a lowlife criminal who lived in a trailer. This scumbag was a drunk as well as a heroin dealer, but never attempted to abuse Mikkish...maybe due to the fact Mikkish was 16 and kinda strong looking in comparison with the frail dope dealer. The criminal did try to teach Mikkish about the...business, resulting in Mikkish being desensitized to crime, however Mikkish never lost his instinctual sense of right and wrong. Instinctual also was his knowledge of how to fist fight. Mikkish also seemed to behave towards violence as a man with much experience would. Strangest of all, however, was how small fires would start around him, with seemingly no real explanation.
One day, Mikkish decided to search the place he was supposedly found, and there he found...a book. Covered with leather, and not titled, written completely in Sumerian.
It was strange how nobody else found it, but the book described works of magic which seemed oddly familiar, and when Mikkish practiced them, it worked.
He practiced for one year, before turning to pages describing an island off the west coast and truly believing the island was possible. Being encouraged to stay with his adoptive "father," but sick of that life, Mikkish sent off hitchhiking to find this island.
Noteable items:
Mysterious book. Bound in leather. No title</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Fin walked along, lost in the shape and height of the buildings, when she ran into something solid. An audible "Oof" came from her lips as it chilled her skin to the bone. What was that? She looked down from the sky to see the frozen tiger. "What the-" she stopped mid sentence when she saw the frozen animal was being pulled along by that kid that was yelling nonsense with the captain earlier. She should set it on fire- watch it melt then burn to ashes- no that would be horrid of her. Fin dodged around the frozen tiger as the special male before continuing her walk, absent mindely kicking some rocks in front of her with each step. She smirked for a second and levitated a softball sozed rock a few feet off the ground as she walked. She kept it in front of her for a moment before with a jerk of her head sent it flying off toward the side- away from the others.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked at the boy from earlier and looked at the bottle he handed me. "O-Oh, is this for me? Thank you." I said, I took it and was shocked at how cold it was. I nearly dropped it right then and there. I examined it closer and it appeared to be made of ice. It'd melt quickly though if I didn't drink it. I brought the bottle to my lips and drank the contents, screwing up my face a bit at the taste, but drank it all anyway. I began to feel a bit better, almost close to normal. "T-Thanks." I said, I handed him back the bottle. "I'm Joe, by the way." I said.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
"I'm gonna put him in our camp freezer." David said ignoring Joe's statement. "This is probably what snow cats are like."
David flashed Joe and Leon the same bright smile he'd been wearing for most of the walk. "I'm David!" He said. "David Sinsomething or something....I don't know, is kinda hard to spell the last part of my name.....and well spell anything really."
"Anyway who are you two?"</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
"I'm Leon...Leon Zhao" He says taking back the bottle "n-nice to meet you", he turned the ice from the bottle to snow and let if fall to the ground and shook some of it of his hand.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"I-it's nice to meet you too, Leon, thanks again for your help." I said smiling, I turned to David quietly. "Uh... my name's Joseph Hikari Nobunaga, but... you can just call me Joe." I said, rubbing the back of my head.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Fin heard all three of the males names: Leon, Joe, and David. She kept walking picking up rocks and sticks in her way and moving them with her telekinesis. She wasn't lazy, just found it entertaining on this long, crazy hike. Fin leaned her head back and took in the sight of the polluted air. She smoke made her stomach churn. She always pictures this island would be like an image from a fairytale, but it was turning out to be quite the opposite. It looked almost exactly like her hometown, minus the luscious kungle surrounding the city. Fin was lost on her thoughts as she walked and almost ran into the several people from her short attention span.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
"Joe….I…got it." He said with a nod and then turned his gaze to Leon. "And you're Lance." He looked at his sword and then at the tiger. "You two say Hi!" He pointed at his sword. "You two already know Stripes but this is Junior…..he's my sword." He said.
"He's a smart fella for a sword and stuff but me? I'm here because I'm gifted that's what my mom said." David chuckled. "So she sent me here to this camp for the gifted people."
But he knew and David was sure at their hearts they knew to.
"I'm probably like the most gifted person here to be honest, ya know? I mean I'm like real good at stuff....like pressing buttons and even wiping, can you guys do that? I'm a master wiper and I mean a master, barely got it on my fingers last time."</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"Sooo.... Your sword is called Junior.... right..." said Hikaru with a confused look on her face.
She ignored the latest comment of the boy and headed toward Joseph.
"Soo Hikari Nobunaga no? it's good to know I'm not the only japanese here, well half japanese. My name is Hikaru, Hikaru Kurosawa and as you can guess I'm japanese too, well half japanese."
I feel like I'm repeating myself.
"On the other hand we have a chinese too" said while glancing at Leon.
"I suppose Magi or as David would say, gifted people comes from any part of the world. Isn't it cool, we're like the X-Men or something like that"
If we go for skills, I would be Gambit or something around those lines thought the girl</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon was looking at the sword David was holding out, junior was its name apparently, there was something about the sword that made him uneasy.
he heard another voice and turned to look toward the girl that was approaching, he heard her say her name was Hikaru and that she was half japanese. he let her think he was chinese, it was better, others never seem to be friendly to the Romani peoples.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked over at David's sword quietly. Something felt... off about it. I was glad when the girl from earlier came running up. "Y-Yeah, well... I could be only half Japanese, my mom doesn't really like talking about my father all that much..." I said quietly, rubbing the back of my head. "As for X-Men... I'm not sure, I never read or watched it." I said, chuckling awkwardly. "B-But it is pretty cool that I'm not some weirdo that was destined to be dissected or something." I said. "W-Well, it's nice to meet you, Hikaru... hehe... Hikaru and Hikari, they both mean light in Japanese, funny coincidence, right?" I asked.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Fin sat down with her legs stretched out in front of her. She silently levitated a near by trash can, spinning it in circles as if it were a hand on an old grandfather clock. She gently placed it back on the ground and turned her attention elsewhere. She wanted to levitate one of the others, see just how well she could manipulate living creatures with her telekinesis. She listened in on the conversations going on between the others for a moment before finding herself staring into the palm of her hand, a small flame appeared and shaped into a sphere of spinning blue fire before she extinguished it with tech closing of her palm.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
"Yeah his name is Junior! What kinda weird name is Hickeru!?" David asked looking at Hikaru. "For a pretty pretty lady that sure is a silly name." He stuck out his tongue at her.
"Weird name but at least it isn't as bad as that idiot who named his sword Junior." David said with a serious expression. "But yep Hickeru, Lance and Joe my new best friends of all time."</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"I'm from Georgia, and Callanhad is an Irish name. It's from an adoptive father but I had tests done to find my real parents, and turns out I have lots of Irish genes." Mikkish looked at the two half Japanese and the Chinese "I see im a combo breaker here..." Mikkish looked over at David "Damn dude, you dragged that thing all the way here?" He chuckled, as morning joggers took a big curve around the group and the tiger.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hickeru?... Reminded her of that bad dream.
Oh god no, please not.
She sighed and then heard Mikkish's claim of being a combo breaker.
"Irish do have a certain legacy of badassery but not as much as the Russians Mikkyboy! That's my other half, Japanese and Russian heritage, now that's truly badass!" stated with a grin on her face which when matched with her slender figure gave a picture of all but badassery.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Oh..." Mikkish said, waving his hands in a surrendering pose, in response to Hikaru's claims of being a badass "Watch out guys, we're dealing with a badass over here."</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
When the group got to the sidewalk between the park and the city, a bus pulled up. The captain had called for it.
Mikkish set his bag in a compartment on the side of the bus for anyone to put their bag. This included his book. He didn't like to be without it, and he hesitated when putting his bag away in the compartment. He couldn't shake the immense fear that it could be stolen.
Mikkish walked on and sat in the back, slumping in the seat.
"Uh...no animals on board..." The bus driver awkwardly said, seeing David with his frozen tiger friend.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon chuckled inwardly at Hikaru and Mikky, when the bus came up Leon boarded and took a seat. he didn't have a bag to put in the compartment.
he yawned, still tired after only a short rest on the boat, and leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Fin stood and walked over to the bus that had arrived. She watched the others put their belongings on the compartment, but she didn't want hers out of her sight. It had her modified sniper hidden in the bottom in pieces and her book inside wrapped in a thin cloth. She very cautiously slipped it into the compartment after she was sir everyone else had theirs and was on the bus. She found an empty seat and tucked her knees up to her chest. She rested the side of her face on the top of her bent knees as she stared out the bus window, wondering how long of a bus ride it would be to the campus.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I filed away the other boy's name and just kept quiet while they talked. When the bus arrived, I slipped my suitcase into the compartment on the side and went up with my archery bag, fearing that it might get crushed by someone else's luggage. I got on the bus and sat down in an empty seat and stared outside of the window, propping my case on the ground and in between my left leg and the wall of the bus.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Unlike the rest, Hikaru just careless threw her bags in the compartment.
"Aaaah! Is refreshing, they were heaaaaavy!" exclaimed to herself.
As soon as she found a seat it took her just a minute to fell asleep, her last thoughts before that were.
Hey... I had my game console in that bag....</s>
<|message|>Jack
- i get up and say to self-"where is everyody"-then i walk off into the jungle with my spear-</s>
| <|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
The bus wheels sped off to the campus once everyone had been seated.
They were taken through the city. It was actually a mini tour, through the area they started in, through the city square, through the waterfront neighborhood. They had to go through a lower class neighborhood to make it through to the school, when Mikkish noticed a little slimey black tail peaking out of his sleeve on his arm.
"Shit!" He yelled, realizing... That leeches had got on his arm.
In fact, everyone from the boat had leeches covering them under their clothes.</s> |
<|description|>Mikkish Callanhad
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, muscle definition, about 190 pounds, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality: Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to drink liquor, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. He considers the crimes he commits to be rather light and harmless, while oftentimes fighting worse criminals like murderers and rapists. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Magic:
Physical Buffing: 6
Telepathy: 2
Pyrokinesis: 1
Healing: 1
Non-Magical Combat:
Hand to Hand: 7
Clubs: 1
Knives: 2
Guns: 1
Support Skills:
Charisma: 6
Sneak: 2
Mechanics: 2
History: Mikkish' eyes flickered open to the bright light of the hospital. He was 16 at the time, and had almost no memories of his past though he had no trouble speaking, writing, or knowing the basic things teenagers know. He was found in a farmhouse, right underneath a big hole in the roof, with a stab wound in his chest and a bullet wound to his head. Nobody could quite confirm his real name...but on the wall of the abandoned farmhouse was a carving which read "Mikkish."
It was a miracle he survived.
Being that nobody could find his parents, he was placed in an orphanage but quickly adopted by a lowlife criminal who lived in a trailer. This scumbag was a drunk as well as a heroin dealer, but never attempted to abuse Mikkish...maybe due to the fact Mikkish was 16 and kinda strong looking in comparison with the frail dope dealer. The criminal did try to teach Mikkish about the...business, resulting in Mikkish being desensitized to crime, however Mikkish never lost his instinctual sense of right and wrong. Instinctual also was his knowledge of how to fist fight. Mikkish also seemed to behave towards violence as a man with much experience would. Strangest of all, however, was how small fires would start around him, with seemingly no real explanation.
One day, Mikkish decided to search the place he was supposedly found, and there he found...a book. Covered with leather, and not titled, written completely in Sumerian.
It was strange how nobody else found it, but the book described works of magic which seemed oddly familiar, and when Mikkish practiced them, it worked.
He practiced for one year, before turning to pages describing an island off the west coast and truly believing the island was possible. Being encouraged to stay with his adoptive "father," but sick of that life, Mikkish sent off hitchhiking to find this island.
Noteable items:
Mysterious book. Bound in leather. No title</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Ahh!" Mikkish yelled, spazzing out and trying to smack the leeches off himself. He really hated bugs. As far back as he could remember....which was as far back as 13, he always hated the little bastards and their little legs...or their slime, in this case.
The bus driver knew what was going on, but did nothing until Mikkish tried to fry off the leeches and set a seat on fire instead. With a reluctant sigh, the bus driver pulled over to the side, concentrated on the burning bus seat, and then instantly the fire dissipated.
The driver then resumed on his route, not saying anything about to the students about not setting the seats on fire, because he really didn't care. He hated his job.
As soon as the bus pulled up to the school, he stopped but said nothing, just opened the doors.
The academy outside looked massive from where the bus let off. 3 stories high, and that is just for one of the class buildings. It was sitting on a green, mowed lawn, with stairs leading up to it just like you might see in the movies. The lawn was decorated with trees and flowerbeds, and on each side of the entrance doors were Roman pillars. Students were hanging out, conversing, studying, and some were even smoking pot. There wasn't much stigma against it here, obviously.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I got out of my seat and walked to the front of the bus, I turned to the bus driver, smiled, and bowed politely. "Thank you very much, have a nice day, sir." I said. I then turned and walked off of the bus and retrieved my luggage from the side. I looked on the building, unable to suppress a grin. I couldn't believe that I got into a place like this. Because of something that I had not understood, and even disliked. I walked up to the main entrance of the building, barely able to contain my excitement.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon noticed that the bus had arrived at the academy, he gathered his things and got up and headed to the front of the bus, as he was exiting he was looking at the academy and tripped down the bus stairs.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish grabbed his bag, and looked to make sure the book was still there. When seeing it was where he left it, he smirked, but couldn't help but wonder what made him worry so much about the book in the first place.
He then started on his way to the school building, but as he approached, a pretty blonde girl came flying backwards at him, knocking him to the side.
"Ok, asshole!" The girl yelled, storming at the girl who pushed her.
Then, as the two girls looked about to have a cat fight, their shapes...rapidly changed. For a second they seemed to scrunch up, then wings burst out of their backs as they flew upwards, their shapes changed to reptilian creatures, almost like dragons.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I turned around when I heard the commotion and let out a startled yelp when I saw the girls suddenly turn into the same thing that had flown over us in the forest. "W-What the...!?" I asked. I didn't know what to do... I doubt they'd kill each other over something small... but... letting a fight go on like this... to just sit by and do nothing... would that be alright...? Well... there are teachers that could do something around here, surely they'd notice this much commotion going on. Right?</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley stepped from the bus and grabbed her bag from the compartment. She strapped the leather bag onto her back before walking toward the building that parked in front of. She was sure her jaw was touching the ground- this had to be the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Finley suddenly desired to draw the buildings in her sketch book, but knew that she needed to find her Roland get settled in first. Finley watched the male that had introduced himself to David as Leon trip down the bus stairs. She quickly focused her energy around him, levitating him so he wouldn't fall. She set him on the ground in front of the bus stairs before continuing her walk toward the building.the girls that suddenly shape shifter caught her attention, however, and she stood still- watching in amazement.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru watched with a smile and an almost dumb expression.
"Dragon girl fighting, deja vu feeling again..." said to herself</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel sighed excitedly and stepped down the bus, looking around and taking in the sights. Truly, she didn't expect much out of the school, not when comparing the image she had in her head with her own clans private institutions, and even more so when she stayed in the town close in the days before, but seeing it now made her thing the decision to come here was more than worth it. The school looked absolutely amazing!
She paused to chuckle a bit as some guy tripped down the bus, right before moving to help him up. It was fine to laugh only if you were going to help out, after all, otherwise you were just being a jerk; that was what she believed, at least. Before she could, however, the boy was suddenly lifted up and placed uprtight. Remliel, despite being terrible at magic, was rather perceptive when it came to sensing magical sources. She felt the energy coming from a nearby girl.
Huh, interesting, she thought. Of course, this being Remliel, her mind immediately considered how well the other girl would do in a fight with her.
Just as she was thinking of fighting, one broke out between two girls-that-just-became-dragons-oh-my-god-I-have-to-get-me-in-on-some-of-that-action!
Remliel actually had to physically restrain herself from jumping head first into that (rather awesome looking) cat fight. Dragon-people! If they were anything like the dragons she'd heard about, then they were bound to be an interestinf fight!</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
as Leon was falling he felt himself be lifted and placed upright on the ground, he silently thanked whoever had helped him as he made sure he didn't drop anything. he was about to continue walking when he noticed the two girls that had turned into dragons and were fighting, standing next to Finley he watched the fight, amazed at the shapeshifting power the two girls had.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley watched Leon walk over next to her to watch the fight. She half-smiled to him before returning her attention back to the fight. "Who do you think will be brave enough to break that fight up?" She asked to the male she had just helped after his trip off the bus. She wondered if he knew it was her, or if it was just a coincidence that he came over her way. She watched the beautiful creatures twist and then in the sky like a elegant dance.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
glancing at Finley, nervously returning a smile, Leon responded to her question "i'm not sure, maybe David with his sword or..." he noticed a girl that looked like she was about to jump into the fight already, "maybe she might do something."</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley looked toward the girl thatLeon had been talking about. She smirked softly, "I don't think she will break up the fight- it looks like she might want to join in," Finley said in a calm and collected voice before turning her attention back to the fighting females in the sky. Finley ran a hand through her even black short curls and over the shaved piece of her head. Finley's attention span grew short and without a word she turned and started to walk toward the large building once again. She ran her fingertips over the old brick slowly as of she was examining its quality.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David glanced at Leon and Finley. "You want me to tell those nice lizard people flying to stop being big fat meanies towards each other?" He stuck his thumb in his mouth.
"I don't know....my mommy said not to hit girls but I don't know what she'd say about dragon women."
He paused. "Junior says all women are dragon women though."</s>
| <|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
One shape shifter bit into the other one's wing, and the other one went for the neck. As they stayed in mid air, biting into each other, they also began thumping each other with each other's tails and roaring. It was amazing to see they were shape shifted into wyvern, but their fight became repetitive quick, as they were only exchanging tail smacks as they bit into each other, blood oozing to the ground. It was actually a lot like a boxing match you might see on TV, where both boxers are fatigued, hugging each other in, and punching each other in the same rib repeatedly with the same arm.
Mikkish wasn't complaining though. He was totally going to win his bet on the first girl, the girl that shoved into him. She was the wyvern who went into the neck. Mikkish was, of course, in the small crowd of people who were placing bets on the fight.</s> |
<|description|>Mikkish Callanhad
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, muscle definition, about 190 pounds, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality: Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to drink liquor, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. He considers the crimes he commits to be rather light and harmless, while oftentimes fighting worse criminals like murderers and rapists. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Magic:
Physical Buffing: 6
Telepathy: 2
Pyrokinesis: 1
Healing: 1
Non-Magical Combat:
Hand to Hand: 7
Clubs: 1
Knives: 2
Guns: 1
Support Skills:
Charisma: 6
Sneak: 2
Mechanics: 2
History: Mikkish' eyes flickered open to the bright light of the hospital. He was 16 at the time, and had almost no memories of his past though he had no trouble speaking, writing, or knowing the basic things teenagers know. He was found in a farmhouse, right underneath a big hole in the roof, with a stab wound in his chest and a bullet wound to his head. Nobody could quite confirm his real name...but on the wall of the abandoned farmhouse was a carving which read "Mikkish."
It was a miracle he survived.
Being that nobody could find his parents, he was placed in an orphanage but quickly adopted by a lowlife criminal who lived in a trailer. This scumbag was a drunk as well as a heroin dealer, but never attempted to abuse Mikkish...maybe due to the fact Mikkish was 16 and kinda strong looking in comparison with the frail dope dealer. The criminal did try to teach Mikkish about the...business, resulting in Mikkish being desensitized to crime, however Mikkish never lost his instinctual sense of right and wrong. Instinctual also was his knowledge of how to fist fight. Mikkish also seemed to behave towards violence as a man with much experience would. Strangest of all, however, was how small fires would start around him, with seemingly no real explanation.
One day, Mikkish decided to search the place he was supposedly found, and there he found...a book. Covered with leather, and not titled, written completely in Sumerian.
It was strange how nobody else found it, but the book described works of magic which seemed oddly familiar, and when Mikkish practiced them, it worked.
He practiced for one year, before turning to pages describing an island off the west coast and truly believing the island was possible. Being encouraged to stay with his adoptive "father," but sick of that life, Mikkish sent off hitchhiking to find this island.
Noteable items:
Mysterious book. Bound in leather. No title</s>
<|message|>Jack
-as i dropped down from the bus i was hanging on to i roll from under the bus and walked into the academy-</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon Adjusted his eye patch and lightly smiled back at Finley "yeah, everything's fine here, Mikkish was checking out my gun and accidentally fired it out the window" he indicated the broken window "then he heard you knock and jumped out the window, then all that commotion started"</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley bit her lip and looked away, "Oh- umm- I didn't mean to startle him," Finley stated in a softer then normal voice, almost in a whispering tone. She looked over to the door to her room.
"What model of gun do you have? I prefer a sniper, I'm not very good at accurately hitting close targets."
Finley loved the compacted sniper in her backpack- even of it wasn't useful in close contact it was stealthy and deadly when used correctly. Finley heard metal tumbling outside an hoped everyone was okay, the last thing they needed was to attract even more unwanted attention on their first day here.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon thought of his revolver as Finley asked about it, like his rapier is was a bit ornate and a little worn from use "just an old Remington, it's not much but it works" when he heard crashing metal he looked at the window 'is that kid throwing cars again?' he thought</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley nodded and smiled softly, "Maybe one day we can go target shooting," Finley said in a friendly tone before turning to go toward her room once again. She walked into the room to see some of her roommates were already there. She threw her bag on an empty bed before climbing onto the clean sheets and starting to pull out The parts to her sniper, cleaning them with a red cloth she took from her home.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Smiling, Leon said "Yeah, maybe" he closed the door after Finley left to her room. sighing, he laid back down on the bed and passed out as he had only had a little sleep in the past few day before getting to the academy.</s>
<|message|>Jack
-as i walked around the acdemy i find my room but i dont enter it i went exploring-</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru watched the events from a safe distance.
Certainly that David character was a troublesome one, to make him an enemy would be a bad idea.
But she was bored. Besides it could help her to gauge something.
Exactly how far could these monsters reach?
The girl sighed as she entered into scene only to visualize the feat of the girl named Remliel.
"What's up with that abnormal strenght you two have? Are you even humans?" Asked the girl as the trucks halves flied against David. She made sure to always keep a safe distance.
From beneath her feet her own shadow moved through the surfaces, as people were worried they didn't noticed her movement. Also, because it was a shadow it was easily ignored which she accounted as an advantage.
Dark Magic, it had several applications, strong sorcerers could use it to play with the darkness and night, someone weak as Hikaru could at most manipulate shadows, she was unnable to control other's shadows. Yet that was enough.
Before anyone could notice it, the shadow split into four halves and crawled to David's legs and arms all in the instant the truck was about to reach its target.
"Dark bind..." mumbled the girl. Weak as she was she could not bind someone for a long period of time, but she expected it to be enough to let the guy be crashed.
And if he dies?.... Who cares? It won't be my fault, that girl will suffer the blame for sure... Perhaps that would be even better. One monster dies, the other is rejected. Both would be a trouble for me anyway...
That'll give me some fun I guess thought without revealing her inner smile</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Eris moved back from the door quickly when she saw the girl walking towards the door and jumped on the bed holding her rabbit tight to her chest and every once in a while would look up at the window of the room or at the girl until she finally built up the courage to say something, "Ummm.... Hi, You must be one of the other roommates that was assigned here right?" she said before hearing more noises coming from outside, 'What are they doing now?' she thought as she got up and looked out the window to see two halves of a car get thrown.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley smiled softly at the girl as she anapped the last part of her sniper in place. She wiped the gun down once again as she spoke, "Yes, I guess were roommates now. I'm Finley, but you can call me Fin-" She snapped her head toward the window as the commotion ensued. Curiosity won and Finley slipped off her bed and walked to the window to look down upon the fight.
When she noticed the two halves of the car tumbling quickly toward David she looked for the source they had come from. The girl she had gotten in an arguement with earlier was standing there from the direction in which the vehicle was rolling from. David wasn't moving, the vehicle would surely strike him. She focused on the two halves, her energy leaving her body in attempt to keep the tumbling contraptions from crushing him. She poured all her energy into stopping the metal death traps before they collided with David in hopes it would work.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Raising his arms over his face, Mikkish darted, appearing to change shape to a dark blur moving at bullet speeds, right into both halves. Mikkish made a direct hit on the first, and the first flew off course and knocked into the other half. Both halves wound up on the ground. Neither touched David, though that's not to say it would have done much if they had.
"Hey! The kids retarded. Its not right!" Mikkish said to Remliel "I appreciate you stepping in to help me, not saying I don't. And I gotta say, you're pretty incredible. So is he." This was unlike Mikkish. He didn't actually care, and in fact probably would have been more amused to let them fight each other, but the fact was it was probably a dangerous place, this island, to have people who could increase their strength, start fires, and god knows what else. Plus, Mikkish doubted that just because people knew magic, the island was different from any other place. There were ghettos and drug dens probably, just like anywhere else. Hell, the bus took them through such an area. Fact is, he needed to make connections fast. And it would be most convenient to friend these two, Remliel and David. They all came on in the boat. He probably wasn't on good terms with Leon, having fired off his gun and wasted one of his bullets. Mikkish hoped the guy wasn't gonna blow his face off next time they saw each other.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
He should have moved, could HAVE moved but Junior had instructed him clearly, that he should catch it……catch it with his mouth. That sounded fun, slobber was drooping down from his lower lip at the sheer epicness of playing catch with his teeth.
Maybe he'd even get a cool nickname like DD.
David Dog or Dog David.....ooooooooooh OR MAYBE SOMETHING FANCY! Like David THE Dog. He opened his mouth wide but frowned once he noticed his arms and legs were being restrained by....BY....BLACK THINGS!!!
Then his frown only deepened once the two pieces of cars came to a halt just at his feet, like they'd been forcibly stopped. "Awwwwww....WHAT HAPPENED!?" He snorted. He growled concentrating on Hikaru's binds.
It took several moments before of thrashing and pulling before he managed to tear the binds off of himself. "This stuff sure is sticky." He said sticking out his tongue.
"I know about the sticky white stuff but this black stuff, does the black stuff come out of the other end?" He asked viciously yanking his right leg up to break the leg binds.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"......" Mikkish stood there a moment, staring at David, a disturbed look on his face "Come on, dude. Nobody needs to hear about that." Mikkish said, looking around for whoever was responsible for the black stuff, but being that he was not skilled enough with telepathy, and he wasn't very attentive at times, he had no clue it had been Hikaru.
"Who has the black stuff magic? Cut it out." Mikkish ordered.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel snarled at Mikkish. "So just because he's a friggin' retard means it's okay for him to try and kill me!? Screw that! I don't care how brain-damaged he is, if he wants a fight then I'll be more than glad to give him one!"
She was just about to make good on her word, when she witnessed David being bound by dark, slimy things. Her face crumpled into a disgusted grimace as she listened to David. "Eugh, gods you're disgusting. All the more reason to beat the shit out of you I suppose. Now . . ."
The short girl looked around. Letting her intuition decide for her, she stared pointedly at Hikaru. "Hey, girl, you've made a good impression on me so far, so don't screw it up now," she said audibly. Why did she decide it was Hikaru? One really compelling reason was that she was the only one that was actively keeping a safe distance away. Everyone else was either trying to get closer or get farther, but she just stood there. Another reason was that her expression was too relaxed. Everyone else was shocked or panicked or annoyed, but not her. "Release scrambled-egg for brains here, unless you're wanting to join the fight too, then don't blame me if I go after you next."</s>
| <|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish turned to look at whoever Remliel was talking to. It was the same "badass" girl from the boat. The one with long red hair, and an air of mystery about her. Mikkish might have been stuck there, staring at Hikaru if it wasn't for the mob of students snapping him back to reality.
"Those two are trying to kill a mental handicap. Lets kick their ass!" One of them yelled, referring to Remliel and Mikkish as the targets of their assault.
"This will be fun." Mikkish muttered to himself.
He dashed into a guy, too fast for the guy to realize what was happening, and punched him so hard he went flying head first into a large tree. Like a pinball, Mikkish dashed immediately away from the student he knocked out and at his next victim. This one was more prepared, but it made little difference. He was also knowledgeable in physical buff as well as how to fist fight, and after a lightning quick exchange of heavy blows, much like you might see in Dragon Ball Z, the student crashed to the ground, kicking up dirt. Before Mikkish could dash off to his next victim, however, he discovered his legs, knee down, were encased in solid ice. Despite the heat, it was so strong, Mikkish struggled to break free despite his own physical buff knowledge. It was clearly the work of an ice mage among the student mob, probably one more experienced than Mikkish, Remliel, David, or any of the new group of students.</s> |
<|description|>Mikkish Callanhad
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light blonde hair, thick and long enough to reach the neck. Eyes are dark and green. Long scar on his left cheek. Very light tan. Lean body, six pack, muscle definition, about 190 pounds, 6 feet tall. Normally dresses in dark jeans and a nice shirt. He is confident, so always has his back straight and his head up. Has a charismatic, but bastardly smile.
Personality: Normally a happy guy, and will help someone out if they need it, but is very immoral at the same time. He loves to drink liquor, smoke weed, and is always with a different girl, sometimes multiple in one night. He also ignores the law, and generally hates cops. He considers the crimes he commits to be rather light and harmless, while oftentimes fighting worse criminals like murderers and rapists. Nobody would ever get objection from him if they called him a scum, an asshole, or bastard, for he admits he is all of those things. He has a mostly normal accent, with the faintest, barely noticeable hint of southern twang.
Magic:
Physical Buffing: 6
Telepathy: 2
Pyrokinesis: 1
Healing: 1
Non-Magical Combat:
Hand to Hand: 7
Clubs: 1
Knives: 2
Guns: 1
Support Skills:
Charisma: 6
Sneak: 2
Mechanics: 2
History: Mikkish' eyes flickered open to the bright light of the hospital. He was 16 at the time, and had almost no memories of his past though he had no trouble speaking, writing, or knowing the basic things teenagers know. He was found in a farmhouse, right underneath a big hole in the roof, with a stab wound in his chest and a bullet wound to his head. Nobody could quite confirm his real name...but on the wall of the abandoned farmhouse was a carving which read "Mikkish."
It was a miracle he survived.
Being that nobody could find his parents, he was placed in an orphanage but quickly adopted by a lowlife criminal who lived in a trailer. This scumbag was a drunk as well as a heroin dealer, but never attempted to abuse Mikkish...maybe due to the fact Mikkish was 16 and kinda strong looking in comparison with the frail dope dealer. The criminal did try to teach Mikkish about the...business, resulting in Mikkish being desensitized to crime, however Mikkish never lost his instinctual sense of right and wrong. Instinctual also was his knowledge of how to fist fight. Mikkish also seemed to behave towards violence as a man with much experience would. Strangest of all, however, was how small fires would start around him, with seemingly no real explanation.
One day, Mikkish decided to search the place he was supposedly found, and there he found...a book. Covered with leather, and not titled, written completely in Sumerian.
It was strange how nobody else found it, but the book described works of magic which seemed oddly familiar, and when Mikkish practiced them, it worked.
He practiced for one year, before turning to pages describing an island off the west coast and truly believing the island was possible. Being encouraged to stay with his adoptive "father," but sick of that life, Mikkish sent off hitchhiking to find this island.
Noteable items:
Mysterious book. Bound in leather. No title</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon stirred as someone was speaking, sitting up slowly and yawning, he looked at the person for a minute before realizing who it was "Hey Joe...Mikkish shot the window" he said gesturing toward his revolver and sword "he was checking out my gun and accidentally shot it, the he jumped out the window and that big fight started" he said sleepily, yawning again.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I blinked a few times, unsure of how to reply. We'd have to get the window fixed or replaced... I hope that I wouldn't have to pitch in. I mean, I wouldn't mind if I had the money to do it, but as it is, the little money that I do have is for emergencies and food. "Well... that certainly doesn't happen everyday..." I said. I turned to my things. "Um... mind if I bunk with you?" I asked, glancing back at Leon.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
"Go right ahead" Leon said as he looked back at the shattered window, he had no money to pay for a replacement, the last that the Gypsy had was used for the boat ride, but he thought of a temporary fix, at least until they could do something about it, he got up and went over to the window pushing that last few pieces of glass out he waved his hand in front of it, a light frost coated his hand as ice formed over the windowsill forming over where the glass would be, tapping it he thought it could work for awhile, aside from it being made of ice and being a bit frosty on the edges it could almost pass as a glass window.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Ah, thank you." I said smiling, I knelt down in front of the dresser on our side of the room and unpacked the few things that I had into the two bottom drawers of the dresser, which were just a few pairs of pants, shirts, and a single dress shirt that I carefully kept folded and on the top of the drawer. The rest were a few mystery novels and some school supplies. On top of the dresser, I set a simple picture frame down.
The picture contained me and a beautiful woman that looked around her early to mid-thirties, she had long brown hair that went past her shoulders, she had fair unblemished skin and kind brown eyes. It looked like we had taken this picture in front of a fountain in a park. The woman looked tired, but nonetheless happy, as did I.
I eventually set my archery case in the corner and set the books on the top bunk. I looked at the window and smiled. "That was a pretty good idea... hopefully it'll hold." I thought, I then began to read, thinking that Leon would want to sleep.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish was about to rejoice that he had been set free of his ice problem when he noticed pieces of the truck hurling towards him. He was about to speed dash out of the way when suddenly, the pieces dropped, remains of the ice melted then vanished, and the students all adapted confused looks on their faces, as their magic suddenly wasn't working. Mikkish figured what was going on when he discovered that as he was trying to speed dash, all he was capable of was a quick, but not at all supernatural, short sprint.
"Alright alright, THATS IT!" Yelled an elderly, but fit man who walked into the courtyard "No more. I know you're mostly all probably new, but magic does NOT make life a video game. Now get back to your dorms! I am leaving the device on all night now, and don't think you'll find it!"
The device he referenced was what caused the sudden inability to use magic. The effect field was large enough to cover the entire courtyard as well as much of the main school building and dorm building. Bummer.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked up from my book as I heard the sound of glass hitting the ground and felt a breeze. The ice window had melted quickly. "H-Huh? W-What's happening?" I asked, getting up. Did Leon's spell not work correctly...? Is someone pulling a prank on us...? I sighed softly and carefully picked up the still cold glass carefully and piled it up onto the dresser on our side of the room, not wanting to have anyone step on it and cut themselves accidentally and then I could just run it all out at once, once I found all of the pieces.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon looked at the window when the ice melted, as Joe picked up the pieces he examined the windowsill 'that ice should have lasted the rest of the week at least, even without be magically sustained' he thought as he looked, he raised his hand and tried to cast again but found that he was unable to 'strange, does the school have something to suppress magic?', he took the gauntlet of his right hand and tried casting with it, he managed to get a thin layer of ice over the window, however it was a bit of a struggle and would likely only last the night.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I was moving over a large piece of glass and then suddenly dropped it onto the ground, gasping in pain. A small thin red line ran across my palm, blood slowly dripping from the wound. I tried to heal it, but my magic felt... blocked. It was there, but something prevented me from using it. "What the...? It was working just fine a few moments ago." I mumbled, I looked up. "I'm going to go to the nurse's office and get some bandages, I'll be right back." I said, with that, I walked out and looked for the nurse's office, holding my bleeding hand.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
The battle was suddenly interrupted by some kind of magic jamming device.
Hikaru sighed... It was just a coin after all. Disappointing, but it serves right as an intro.
What to do now? David?.... too strange. Mikkish?.... who the hell is he anyway?....
I guess Hulk Hogan's daughter is left. Thought
Hikaru walked toward Remliel and said.
"That was pretty intense! I was completely scared, who would say that guy would had threw a truck, I mean a TRUCK!"</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel swung a fist at some random guy and sent him flying - because supernatural or not, Remliel was still a physical power house - right before an old man walked in on the little scuffle. Oh crap, she thought. She was here to avoid her parents, and she sure as hell didn't want them coming here because they'd heard she'd been fighting again. She decided to put her fun on hold for now.
Stepping a few meters back from the crowd, she wondered what to do next when Hikaru approached her. She raised a brow at her words. "You don't look scared to me, whoever you are, and don't think I didn't notice your little shadow play back there."
She didn't notice the coin of course, but she noticed her binding earlier, and there was no way she was going to believe that she was scared. Remliel didn't trust this person for some reason. Remliel remembered her from that scene on the bus, and vaguely recalled thinking they could be friends. As of now, that thought was nowhere to be found.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"You don't look scared to me, whoever you are, and don't think I didn't notice your little shadow play back there."
"But I was, I tell you!" Replied Hikaru
She had a keen eye if she could notice how the shadow moved on my will thought.
"Well I thought I could put my hand to help... but I was scared that weirdo would notice me, so I tried to kept my distance. Gosh my heart is still beating so hard!" Said while putting her hand on her chest.
After a few seconds Hikaru "relaxed"
"Whheeew... but you did pick that truck and threw it, that was awesome. Oh by the by, I'm Hikaru and you are?"</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel huffed. Well, whatever this girls intentions were, if she tried something on her, she would beat her down nonetheless. "Whatever you say, though there were a lot of wierdos there" she said, waving a hand. As Hikaru mentioned her throwing the truck, she grinned. To Remliel, it didn't matter who it was, compliments were compliments and she liked them.
"Well, yeah, I am pretty awesome. Didn't even need to use magic for that," she stated. "I'm Remliel. Nice to meet ya, Hikaru~"</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru shook hands with the girl as both exchanged names.
It was weird, she felt as if she were shaking hands with a man, in fact this girl looked more like a man than a girl.
But, was it right to think that this girl was more a man than a girl? After all, to classify her as man would be to classify her as a human and she herself labeled both her and David as "Monsters".
That's right, she is just another monster...
"What brought you on this place Rem... Oh, you don't mind if I call you Rem right?" Asked Hikaru with a friendly tone.</s>
<|message|>Jack
-ikept walking around as i was lost from which i am-</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish shook his head in annoyance, at having his magic "deactivated" by...whatever was stopping him. He walked back to the dorm, lookign around at the other students as he made his trip. Some looked terrified, but some didn't seem effected, and some even looked like they had just seen a typical high school fist fight in the lunch cafeteria. Perhaps it was because some of them had been doing magic from a young age.
When Mikkish got back to the dorm room, he was surprised to see no staff had come to investigate the gun shot. "I will pay ya back for the bullet later on, k?" Mikkish asked Leon, trying to make ammends, mostly so he wouldn't get ratted out or have to hear any shit for what he did.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
@TheHangedMan
I walked out of the dorm building holding my bleeding hand, glancing around, I noticed Hikaru speaking with another girl, I think she was from the boat I had arrived on as well. I walked up to the two. "E-Excuse me, I hate to bother you, but, can you point me in the direction of the infirmary?" I asked.</s>
| <|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
A different instructor came over to Joe "Shit, they really shouldn't turn that damn device on until everyone is taken care of. Magic ain't no game." He said, putting his hand on Joe's back "Infirmary is this way."
The night was cooler than the day, but still humid, warm, and very uncomfortable. The only air conditioned part of the dorm building was the first floor, and someone was coming in a few days to fix the problem. Until then, the students would all have to bear with it. Mikkish, Joe, Leon, and David didn't seem to have it so bad at first, as the hole in the glass caused by Mikkish' remarkable skills as a marksman allowed a slight cool breeze to make sleep more comfortable. All through the night, however, mosquitos came through and bit each of them wherever they were exposed. By morning, Mikkish had, in his sleep, covered the blanket over his head, and was sweating as the temperature rose as the sun did.
They had a couple more free days. What should they do? Get books? Meet their future teachers? Prepare themselves mentally for classes unlike they had taken before? Only time would tell.</s> |
<|description|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Age: Eighteen Years Old
Gender: Fem
Appearance:
Fin has green piercing eyes that always seem to hold a blazing fire in them. Her green eyes are lined with thick and long black eyelashes. They almost seem to stand out against her pale, porcelain skin. Her raven black hair just barely touches her narrow shoulders. It's chopped in messy curls and curves around her face. The left side of her hair from the part in her hair to the line at the tip of her war and down to her hairline stays shaved. It reveals a large scar that runs diagonally across the blank scalp created by the missing hair. Fin is 5'5" and weighs approximately 138 lbs, just enough to sport soft ripples of lean muscle under her porcelain skin.
Personality:
Her past played her emotions like a fiddle, so Fin is scarce with words and even less with patience or tolerance. Fin comes off as rude, never smiling or talking unless it is necessary or forced out of her. She is, however, a kind hearted soul that is covered in emotional blockages that protect her from letting anyone else harm her. Fin can control her emotions easily, hiding everything behind those sea green eyes. Her anger flares easily and she prefers to resort to violence when that happens. The one thing that let's her control her frustrations is meditation. Become close to Fin and she will protect you or die trying, but stay on her hit lost and she will let you thirst in the desert while she shoots Whiskey.
Magic:
Pyrokinesis- 5
Telekinesis- 3
Healing- 2
Non-Magical Combat:
Hand to Hand (MMA)- 6
Gun (Sniper Rifle)- 4
Support Skills:
Speed (Reaction times/Running)- 3
Luring/Trapping- 4
Attitude/Spunk- 3
History:
Finley was placed in a run-down, abuse orphanage after her crackhead mother couldn't raise her and support her addictive habit both. Fin stayed in this orphanage where she was given a sloppy, non-nutritious meal once a day from 3 year to 12 years old. At 12 Finley escaped, not that the orphanage would come loping for her anyway, and soon found herself desperately trying to find a meal after three days with no food. A teen girl offered her good and safety, so Fin accepted. She was brought to an abandoned factory building and forced to participate in gang-related activities for food, water, and shelter. None of the other gang members slept there, but she had no where else to go. Soon Fin became skilled with the sniper rifle and with her innocent appearance back then she was easy to send know another gang to murder their members.
Fin was essentially an underpaid assassin. One day she laid on her stomach, looking through her rifle scope at a target from her perch ontop of an adjacent building. She heard footsteps fast approaching and turned just in time to see a foot hurling at her with amazing force. They had spotted her and now were dragging her unconscious body to their leader. He collided wit the hard concrete, but couldn't respond to the leader's questions quick enough. He told them to get rid of Fin so the man who had knocked her unconscious picked her up and set her in the back seat of the blacked out car.
He was driving down the small back road when Fin awoke. She slipped her short off slowly, contemplating her plan over and over. She lurched forward and wrapped the short around the driver's neck. He struggled with trying to steer and get her off. Fin kept the pressure and pressed her feet against the back of the driver's seat. Soon the driver went lifeless and before Fin could react the car collided full force into a light pole.
Fin was thrown through the front window, hatter in the glass with her body and landing in a heap of her own blood. The car immediately caught fire and Fin was left to her own defenses. She reached back through the back window to ran her bag before the flames engulfed the entire car.
Fin found refuge deep in the woods. She set up a make shift camp to stay at until she could get to a town in the morning. As she sat next to her small fire he started pulling glass from her pale skin. She ran a hand through her hair to discover three glass shards were embedded in the side of her head. She pulled each one out with a dizzying pain. She collapsed, only to wake in the morning.
The trip I town was long and exhausting hit she made it and went to the library to read upon how to use wild herbs or homemade medicine to treat wounds. She found an odd book and sat down, looking at the strange language before she spoke one out loud and cringed as she felt her skin tug at the wounds over her body. Her bloodied wounds were replaced with scars. She felt through her hair and it too was scared, but so was the hair that had surrounded the wound.
She left, taking the book without a care of whose it was. She tried several more spells before reading about a retreat, an island. She then decided it was where she would flee before the gang members found their partner dead in the burnt car and came after her. She shaved the side of her head to reveal the rest of the long pale pink scar and has kept it that way for the past couple of years as he planned her escape to the island.
Notable Items: The book bundled in a thin blanket, a compact singer rifle that was taken apart into pieces to be concealed in her beg, and some cash and cans of food in her backpack.</s>
<|message|>Jack
-as i walked around the acdemy i find my room but i dont enter it i went exploring-</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru watched the events from a safe distance.
Certainly that David character was a troublesome one, to make him an enemy would be a bad idea.
But she was bored. Besides it could help her to gauge something.
Exactly how far could these monsters reach?
The girl sighed as she entered into scene only to visualize the feat of the girl named Remliel.
"What's up with that abnormal strenght you two have? Are you even humans?" Asked the girl as the trucks halves flied against David. She made sure to always keep a safe distance.
From beneath her feet her own shadow moved through the surfaces, as people were worried they didn't noticed her movement. Also, because it was a shadow it was easily ignored which she accounted as an advantage.
Dark Magic, it had several applications, strong sorcerers could use it to play with the darkness and night, someone weak as Hikaru could at most manipulate shadows, she was unnable to control other's shadows. Yet that was enough.
Before anyone could notice it, the shadow split into four halves and crawled to David's legs and arms all in the instant the truck was about to reach its target.
"Dark bind..." mumbled the girl. Weak as she was she could not bind someone for a long period of time, but she expected it to be enough to let the guy be crashed.
And if he dies?.... Who cares? It won't be my fault, that girl will suffer the blame for sure... Perhaps that would be even better. One monster dies, the other is rejected. Both would be a trouble for me anyway...
That'll give me some fun I guess thought without revealing her inner smile</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Eris moved back from the door quickly when she saw the girl walking towards the door and jumped on the bed holding her rabbit tight to her chest and every once in a while would look up at the window of the room or at the girl until she finally built up the courage to say something, "Ummm.... Hi, You must be one of the other roommates that was assigned here right?" she said before hearing more noises coming from outside, 'What are they doing now?' she thought as she got up and looked out the window to see two halves of a car get thrown.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley smiled softly at the girl as she anapped the last part of her sniper in place. She wiped the gun down once again as she spoke, "Yes, I guess were roommates now. I'm Finley, but you can call me Fin-" She snapped her head toward the window as the commotion ensued. Curiosity won and Finley slipped off her bed and walked to the window to look down upon the fight.
When she noticed the two halves of the car tumbling quickly toward David she looked for the source they had come from. The girl she had gotten in an arguement with earlier was standing there from the direction in which the vehicle was rolling from. David wasn't moving, the vehicle would surely strike him. She focused on the two halves, her energy leaving her body in attempt to keep the tumbling contraptions from crushing him. She poured all her energy into stopping the metal death traps before they collided with David in hopes it would work.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Raising his arms over his face, Mikkish darted, appearing to change shape to a dark blur moving at bullet speeds, right into both halves. Mikkish made a direct hit on the first, and the first flew off course and knocked into the other half. Both halves wound up on the ground. Neither touched David, though that's not to say it would have done much if they had.
"Hey! The kids retarded. Its not right!" Mikkish said to Remliel "I appreciate you stepping in to help me, not saying I don't. And I gotta say, you're pretty incredible. So is he." This was unlike Mikkish. He didn't actually care, and in fact probably would have been more amused to let them fight each other, but the fact was it was probably a dangerous place, this island, to have people who could increase their strength, start fires, and god knows what else. Plus, Mikkish doubted that just because people knew magic, the island was different from any other place. There were ghettos and drug dens probably, just like anywhere else. Hell, the bus took them through such an area. Fact is, he needed to make connections fast. And it would be most convenient to friend these two, Remliel and David. They all came on in the boat. He probably wasn't on good terms with Leon, having fired off his gun and wasted one of his bullets. Mikkish hoped the guy wasn't gonna blow his face off next time they saw each other.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
He should have moved, could HAVE moved but Junior had instructed him clearly, that he should catch it……catch it with his mouth. That sounded fun, slobber was drooping down from his lower lip at the sheer epicness of playing catch with his teeth.
Maybe he'd even get a cool nickname like DD.
David Dog or Dog David.....ooooooooooh OR MAYBE SOMETHING FANCY! Like David THE Dog. He opened his mouth wide but frowned once he noticed his arms and legs were being restrained by....BY....BLACK THINGS!!!
Then his frown only deepened once the two pieces of cars came to a halt just at his feet, like they'd been forcibly stopped. "Awwwwww....WHAT HAPPENED!?" He snorted. He growled concentrating on Hikaru's binds.
It took several moments before of thrashing and pulling before he managed to tear the binds off of himself. "This stuff sure is sticky." He said sticking out his tongue.
"I know about the sticky white stuff but this black stuff, does the black stuff come out of the other end?" He asked viciously yanking his right leg up to break the leg binds.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"......" Mikkish stood there a moment, staring at David, a disturbed look on his face "Come on, dude. Nobody needs to hear about that." Mikkish said, looking around for whoever was responsible for the black stuff, but being that he was not skilled enough with telepathy, and he wasn't very attentive at times, he had no clue it had been Hikaru.
"Who has the black stuff magic? Cut it out." Mikkish ordered.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel snarled at Mikkish. "So just because he's a friggin' retard means it's okay for him to try and kill me!? Screw that! I don't care how brain-damaged he is, if he wants a fight then I'll be more than glad to give him one!"
She was just about to make good on her word, when she witnessed David being bound by dark, slimy things. Her face crumpled into a disgusted grimace as she listened to David. "Eugh, gods you're disgusting. All the more reason to beat the shit out of you I suppose. Now . . ."
The short girl looked around. Letting her intuition decide for her, she stared pointedly at Hikaru. "Hey, girl, you've made a good impression on me so far, so don't screw it up now," she said audibly. Why did she decide it was Hikaru? One really compelling reason was that she was the only one that was actively keeping a safe distance away. Everyone else was either trying to get closer or get farther, but she just stood there. Another reason was that her expression was too relaxed. Everyone else was shocked or panicked or annoyed, but not her. "Release scrambled-egg for brains here, unless you're wanting to join the fight too, then don't blame me if I go after you next."</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish turned to look at whoever Remliel was talking to. It was the same "badass" girl from the boat. The one with long red hair, and an air of mystery about her. Mikkish might have been stuck there, staring at Hikaru if it wasn't for the mob of students snapping him back to reality.
"Those two are trying to kill a mental handicap. Lets kick their ass!" One of them yelled, referring to Remliel and Mikkish as the targets of their assault.
"This will be fun." Mikkish muttered to himself.
He dashed into a guy, too fast for the guy to realize what was happening, and punched him so hard he went flying head first into a large tree. Like a pinball, Mikkish dashed immediately away from the student he knocked out and at his next victim. This one was more prepared, but it made little difference. He was also knowledgeable in physical buff as well as how to fist fight, and after a lightning quick exchange of heavy blows, much like you might see in Dragon Ball Z, the student crashed to the ground, kicking up dirt. Before Mikkish could dash off to his next victim, however, he discovered his legs, knee down, were encased in solid ice. Despite the heat, it was so strong, Mikkish struggled to break free despite his own physical buff knowledge. It was clearly the work of an ice mage among the student mob, probably one more experienced than Mikkish, Remliel, David, or any of the new group of students.</s>
| <|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Just as Finley was trying to stop the thrown vehicle Mikkish stepped in. She pulled her energy back in and took a deep breath, glad that he stepped in when he did. She watched the conversation ensue. Someone knew black magic? The red haired girl? Her eyes danced over the faces of the four gifted beings. Watching them made a smirk pull at the corner of her full lips.
She was lost in thought when the first student attacked Mikkish. Surely one of the others down there would help. The group of newcomers she had arrived with were sure making a name for themselves- she thought silently as she stood next to her new roommate she had just met. Finley looked down to see Mikkish have his eggs encompassed in ice. She didn't know of she could help, what if she burned him? She should just stay here. She was sure 3rd degree burns would hurt much worse than a few bruises from getting punched or kicked.</s> |
<|description|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBR
Magic Skills:
Light: 5
Healing: 3
Verum: 2
Non-Magical Combat:
Archery: 10
Support Skills:
Alchemy: 10 (The act of creating any type of item or potion through synthesis, the combining of certain ingredients.)
History: He lives with his mother, Mia Nobunaga, they aren't very wealthy, they live paycheck to paycheck, so Joe has become very grateful for the things he has, and he never envies those that have more than him. Ever since he was a child, Joe knew that he was different, whenever he touched wounds, they'd begin to seal before his eyes, he had this... presence, or aura, or however you want to explain it, all Joe knew was that it was a soothing and... light feeling that seemed to calm people down, even cheer them up. Joe's very timid and doesn't really stand up for himself, he has a strong moral compass, though he's too afraid to speak up against it, but will not get himself involved, unless it's to fix whatever that person did, he aspires to become a detective one day. He felt that he could also help a lot of people with his abilities so when the letter came, he told his mother goodbye, packed up, and left quickly, excited for a new adventure.
Notable Items: Bow and quiver, and a golden locket.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
In the far off distance I heard something crumbling that no one else seemed to notice. "Uh... did you notice that...?" I mumbled. "Uh... never mind, probably nothing important." I said, shrugging, I looked at the emerald and blinked a few times. "It's beautiful, it seems like almost a shame to sell it." I thought.
"Anyway, yeah, we can find somewhere to eat after a little bit of shopping." I said smiling. I looked around the main street for a pawn broker, there was a weapon shop, but no pawn broker. "Hm... maybe there's one down one of these little side streets." I said, I walked along the main street and walked down each side street until I finally came upon a small pawnbroker.
"Ah, here we are." I said smiling, the side street didn't appear as busy as the rest of the place, so it was a nice little place to take a breather. "I'll just be out here, taking a quick look around, you go on inside and take a look around, alright?" I asked.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"Hold on, don't touch the Handkerchief" Said Hikaru while auto hitting Mikkish's hand with hers.
"Seriously? I mean this is like my trademark. Let's picture this, we have George and Bob. George asks Bob <Hey Bob! Do you know anything about Mushrooms?> Bob replies <No, hell I don't, why don't you ask Hikaru? She sure knows about them> Then George with a face of incredulity says <I don't know who is Hikaru> However, Bob, smart as he is says < She is the girl with the red Handkerchief!> George with a smile replies <Oh, I know who is she already!!!>. Then I tell him 'bout Mushrooms and happy end!!!." Said with a grin.
"Now, let's go to the opposite. Bob asks George 'bout Vibrators. <Hey George, you know about vibrators?>, George replies angry <Huh? What do you think I am asshole? Of course I don't, why don't you ask Mikkish, I heard he loves to use them... Also, why do you want a vibrator anyway?"> Nervously Bob replis <Uuum!... Is just for a job, nothing else. COUGH, COUGH. Anyway, who is this Mikkish you talking 'bout?"> George replies slightly confused as he can't find a good description. <Uuum, is the guy who dress with "style" and certainly does not look like Ashton Kutcher> Bob with a dubious face says <Seriously? Can't you give me any better clue. That could be anyone!> George nervously adds <Well, he does look like a faggot I guess>. Eventually Bob would reach a random wrong guy, probably David and won't find shit about vibrators!!!"
"Can you see the importance of the Handkerchief now?"</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Pfft, or they could just ask Joe..." Mikkish was not sure why he automatically took the opportunity to rip on Joe. Somewhere, however, in the back of his mind, he could have sworn he had done that before.
"Yeah, like I said, lay off the acid, and your not getting my book. Though I could have sworn I saw a magic key like you talked about out in the middle of the ocean as we were coming here." Mikkish said, smirking again. This girl didn't seem all there, maybe she would actually do it. And what was that accent anyway? It didn't sound Japanese. It sounded more Mexican than anything.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon put the gem back in his belt pouch and followed Joe to the pawn shop. when Joe said he was going to wait outside he said "Alright, i'll be right back out" he walking into the shop and pulled a Mandarin garnet out as he went up to the counter, after a bit of bargaining he walked away with $235 and headed back outside to find Joe.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
Leon would find me a little ways down the street looking at an empty building. I turned to him when he approached. "Oh, hey, sorry, I just saw this shop... er... well building, but it'd make a cute little shop, with a bit of work." I said, gesturing to it. It was completely empty, there was a large window in front with wood paneling, inside the shop was a bit small and caked with dust, a few shelves lining the walls and a plain counter in the back, the paint was peeling. It didn't seem like anyone was taking care of it, but there was a 'For Sale' sign in the window. "I guess most people want their shops closest to the main street for more foot traffic." I said, shrugging. The shop was rather far from the main street, tucked into the back corner of the street against a wall, not a lot of people would wander over here.
I shrugged. "Oh well, we should probably get going, to the weapon shop!" I said smiling, remembering that Leon had wanted to buy a new bullet for his gun. With that, I began walking toward the main street, remembering the weapon shop that we had passed by while looking for a pawnbroker. It was a rather impressive one, the weapons in the display window all looked hand made, intricate designs etched into the weapons. This time, I would go inside with Leon, there might be some work for a shop this popular.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
The feeling of a million little fiery hot needles in his stomach made David twitch and bite hard down his lower lip. His teeth sinking deep in, drawing blood.
His cheeks red hot and buckets of sweat.
The poor simpleton had even had to strip as to not pass out from exhaustion. It had been a long battle, lasting half of yesterday and today.
But it was almost over.
The enemy had finally finished snaking through him.
Finally it was free.
The antichrist David had held within him since bean Chinese cabbage taco Tuesday. The brown beast propelled from David's asshole into his dorm's toilet
In David's relief he could not tell if what had come out of him was solid or liquid or perhaps....a mixture of both? But whatever it had been, it was big.
David breathed heavily, staring with wide eyes at his creation. It bulbus shape overflowing the top of the toilet and its greenish colored juices leaking to the floor.
And good GOD.
The smell.....the smell was the worst of it.
Like someone had used sulfur to burn a colostomy bag full of dead skunks. A smell so intense that it quickly began to spread through out the campus.
Even Junior the sword that leaned against David's shelf gagged in pain. David for all his lack of hygiene pressed his hand tightly against his nose and backed slowly out of his room into the hallway.
Though instead of the other students breaking down in laughter at his naked ass, they either began passing out or throwing up or fleeing the scene. A toxic black mist was seeping from room 302 and into the air.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley jumped when the female patted her back. Then shrugged softly before walking off toward a line of large shade trees. She sat down with her back against the tree and slowly let her eyes drift close- until someone clearing their throat made Finley jump to her feet and throw her fists up in defense mode. A teacher stood in front of her- her arms crossed and the student she had- or lack of better terms- set of fire- standing next to her with his arm wrapped in a bulky cotton material with blood seeping through the bandage.
The teacher simply gestured for Finley to follow her- and Finley did as she was asked. She ended up in the woman's office- getting a speech about using her powers for good and not evil- blah blah blah. Finley nodded her sarcastically and rolled her eyes as the teacher continued her spill. Finally, Finley was dismissed but ordered to keep her pyrokinesis under lock and key.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
after catching up with Joe as he looked at an empty shop property, Leon went with him back to where the weapon shop was. once inside he went up to one of the clerks as Joe looked around the shop and asked for a single .44 cartridge, the clerk was surprised that he only wanted one but got one out anyway. after getting the shell, which cost $3, he put in his belt pouch and walked over to Joe "see anything interesting?"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I jumped a bit as Leon came up to me, I hadn't heard him over the crowd. I had been standing in front of a case full of scythes, I had wandered over here after taking a look at the bows. "O-Oh uh... nah, nothing." I said, rubbing the back of my head, I turned to him. "The store owner isn't hiring right now, has enough help as it is." I said, sighing a bit dejectedly. "Ah well, let's go and get breakfast, my treat since I dragged you out before you had the chance to finish your food." I said.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish stood a moment, waiting for Hikaru to run off and dive into the ocean. But suddenly a stink met Mikkish' nose.
The horrible stench from David's brownie bowl was flooding the cafeteria! All around the room, projectile vomit flung from the mouths of other students there all over the tables, all over the walls, and all over the food. It was horrific.
Mikkish thought back to every disgusting situation he had ever been in, and couldn't match this stink to anything. Though he didn't throw up, he became light headed and collapsed, moaning in agony.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon looked at the case of scythes before turning to Joe "yeah, let's go eat" as they exited the store he looked up and down the street and decided on a modest looking diner, he pointed the place out "there seems alright"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I walked out with Leon and looked at the diner. "Sure." I said smiling. I walked inside and soon the waiter seated us in a booth with menus for the two of us. I opened it and browsed through it, I'd just get something cheap... maybe just a burger and fries... it was a bit early... but I'd rather not spend too much and it was about seven dollars.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon sat across from Joe and looked over the menu and settled on ordering a burger, same as Joe. after placing his order they were left in silence and Leon really didn't know what to say, he just looked at the table occasionally casting a nervous glance up at Joe as they waited for their food.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I glanced at Leon and noticed his discomfort. I rubbed the back of my head, unsure of what to talk about, but I knew that I had to break the silence somehow. "So... uh... have you picked out your classes yet?" I asked finally.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
"um...No, i haven't yet" Leon said "I'm probably going to just take the normal classes, and maybe an alchemy class" their drinks arrived and leon took a sip of his "have you picked your classes?"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Mhm, I'm taking an alchemy class and a smithing class, I thought those two were kind of complimentary." I said, rubbing the back of my head, chuckling softly. I took a sip of my water. "I'm really excited for the alchemy class though, I read a book on it, and it seems really interesting." I said.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon looked up at Joe "y-you're taking alchemy too? Maybe we'll be in the same class" he smiled</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"M-Maybe! That would be really nice." I said smiling. When food arrived I began eating. It was a really great burger, it almost felt like I was ripping these people off for how good it was and how little I was paying, I'll definitely have to leave a tip.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
The smell caused a panic for the masses of students. A wall of fleeing young adults knocked over and trampled anyone in the halls who stood still or was fainted.
Mikkish woke up, after being stomped by a girl wearing heels, right in the nads. This, for future reference, could probably snap Mikkish out of anything.
Mikkish jumped to his feet, quickly forgetting the pain his nuts were in because of thr awful stench, and began running out of the building. Coughing and weezing the whole way.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon picked up his hamburger and began eating, the two sat there quietly while they ate and bye the time they were done and the check arrived Leon was satisfied with the meal, he looked at Joe and said "we should probably head back to the campus soon"</s>
| <|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Yeah, probably." I said, sighing softly. I pulled out my wallet, paid the bill and left a decent tip, and then got up and walked out with Leon and made our way back to the Campus. When we arrived I covered my nose when I smelled something awful coming from the campus. "D-Did a sewer pipe explode or something?" I asked.</s> |
<|description|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's 6'1, he has pale skin, brown eyes, medium long brown straight hair and a lithe build, he normally wears a white hoodie when it's cold, a white t-shirt, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes, and around his neck is usually a golden locket.
Personality: TBR
Magic Skills:
Light: 5
Healing: 3
Verum: 2
Non-Magical Combat:
Archery: 10
Support Skills:
Alchemy: 10 (The act of creating any type of item or potion through synthesis, the combining of certain ingredients.)
History: He lives with his mother, Mia Nobunaga, they aren't very wealthy, they live paycheck to paycheck, so Joe has become very grateful for the things he has, and he never envies those that have more than him. Ever since he was a child, Joe knew that he was different, whenever he touched wounds, they'd begin to seal before his eyes, he had this... presence, or aura, or however you want to explain it, all Joe knew was that it was a soothing and... light feeling that seemed to calm people down, even cheer them up. Joe's very timid and doesn't really stand up for himself, he has a strong moral compass, though he's too afraid to speak up against it, but will not get himself involved, unless it's to fix whatever that person did, he aspires to become a detective one day. He felt that he could also help a lot of people with his abilities so when the letter came, he told his mother goodbye, packed up, and left quickly, excited for a new adventure.
Notable Items: Bow and quiver, and a golden locket.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon put the gem back in his belt pouch and followed Joe to the pawn shop. when Joe said he was going to wait outside he said "Alright, i'll be right back out" he walking into the shop and pulled a Mandarin garnet out as he went up to the counter, after a bit of bargaining he walked away with $235 and headed back outside to find Joe.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
Leon would find me a little ways down the street looking at an empty building. I turned to him when he approached. "Oh, hey, sorry, I just saw this shop... er... well building, but it'd make a cute little shop, with a bit of work." I said, gesturing to it. It was completely empty, there was a large window in front with wood paneling, inside the shop was a bit small and caked with dust, a few shelves lining the walls and a plain counter in the back, the paint was peeling. It didn't seem like anyone was taking care of it, but there was a 'For Sale' sign in the window. "I guess most people want their shops closest to the main street for more foot traffic." I said, shrugging. The shop was rather far from the main street, tucked into the back corner of the street against a wall, not a lot of people would wander over here.
I shrugged. "Oh well, we should probably get going, to the weapon shop!" I said smiling, remembering that Leon had wanted to buy a new bullet for his gun. With that, I began walking toward the main street, remembering the weapon shop that we had passed by while looking for a pawnbroker. It was a rather impressive one, the weapons in the display window all looked hand made, intricate designs etched into the weapons. This time, I would go inside with Leon, there might be some work for a shop this popular.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
The feeling of a million little fiery hot needles in his stomach made David twitch and bite hard down his lower lip. His teeth sinking deep in, drawing blood.
His cheeks red hot and buckets of sweat.
The poor simpleton had even had to strip as to not pass out from exhaustion. It had been a long battle, lasting half of yesterday and today.
But it was almost over.
The enemy had finally finished snaking through him.
Finally it was free.
The antichrist David had held within him since bean Chinese cabbage taco Tuesday. The brown beast propelled from David's asshole into his dorm's toilet
In David's relief he could not tell if what had come out of him was solid or liquid or perhaps....a mixture of both? But whatever it had been, it was big.
David breathed heavily, staring with wide eyes at his creation. It bulbus shape overflowing the top of the toilet and its greenish colored juices leaking to the floor.
And good GOD.
The smell.....the smell was the worst of it.
Like someone had used sulfur to burn a colostomy bag full of dead skunks. A smell so intense that it quickly began to spread through out the campus.
Even Junior the sword that leaned against David's shelf gagged in pain. David for all his lack of hygiene pressed his hand tightly against his nose and backed slowly out of his room into the hallway.
Though instead of the other students breaking down in laughter at his naked ass, they either began passing out or throwing up or fleeing the scene. A toxic black mist was seeping from room 302 and into the air.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley jumped when the female patted her back. Then shrugged softly before walking off toward a line of large shade trees. She sat down with her back against the tree and slowly let her eyes drift close- until someone clearing their throat made Finley jump to her feet and throw her fists up in defense mode. A teacher stood in front of her- her arms crossed and the student she had- or lack of better terms- set of fire- standing next to her with his arm wrapped in a bulky cotton material with blood seeping through the bandage.
The teacher simply gestured for Finley to follow her- and Finley did as she was asked. She ended up in the woman's office- getting a speech about using her powers for good and not evil- blah blah blah. Finley nodded her sarcastically and rolled her eyes as the teacher continued her spill. Finally, Finley was dismissed but ordered to keep her pyrokinesis under lock and key.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
after catching up with Joe as he looked at an empty shop property, Leon went with him back to where the weapon shop was. once inside he went up to one of the clerks as Joe looked around the shop and asked for a single .44 cartridge, the clerk was surprised that he only wanted one but got one out anyway. after getting the shell, which cost $3, he put in his belt pouch and walked over to Joe "see anything interesting?"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I jumped a bit as Leon came up to me, I hadn't heard him over the crowd. I had been standing in front of a case full of scythes, I had wandered over here after taking a look at the bows. "O-Oh uh... nah, nothing." I said, rubbing the back of my head, I turned to him. "The store owner isn't hiring right now, has enough help as it is." I said, sighing a bit dejectedly. "Ah well, let's go and get breakfast, my treat since I dragged you out before you had the chance to finish your food." I said.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish stood a moment, waiting for Hikaru to run off and dive into the ocean. But suddenly a stink met Mikkish' nose.
The horrible stench from David's brownie bowl was flooding the cafeteria! All around the room, projectile vomit flung from the mouths of other students there all over the tables, all over the walls, and all over the food. It was horrific.
Mikkish thought back to every disgusting situation he had ever been in, and couldn't match this stink to anything. Though he didn't throw up, he became light headed and collapsed, moaning in agony.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon looked at the case of scythes before turning to Joe "yeah, let's go eat" as they exited the store he looked up and down the street and decided on a modest looking diner, he pointed the place out "there seems alright"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I walked out with Leon and looked at the diner. "Sure." I said smiling. I walked inside and soon the waiter seated us in a booth with menus for the two of us. I opened it and browsed through it, I'd just get something cheap... maybe just a burger and fries... it was a bit early... but I'd rather not spend too much and it was about seven dollars.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon sat across from Joe and looked over the menu and settled on ordering a burger, same as Joe. after placing his order they were left in silence and Leon really didn't know what to say, he just looked at the table occasionally casting a nervous glance up at Joe as they waited for their food.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I glanced at Leon and noticed his discomfort. I rubbed the back of my head, unsure of what to talk about, but I knew that I had to break the silence somehow. "So... uh... have you picked out your classes yet?" I asked finally.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
"um...No, i haven't yet" Leon said "I'm probably going to just take the normal classes, and maybe an alchemy class" their drinks arrived and leon took a sip of his "have you picked your classes?"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Mhm, I'm taking an alchemy class and a smithing class, I thought those two were kind of complimentary." I said, rubbing the back of my head, chuckling softly. I took a sip of my water. "I'm really excited for the alchemy class though, I read a book on it, and it seems really interesting." I said.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon looked up at Joe "y-you're taking alchemy too? Maybe we'll be in the same class" he smiled</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"M-Maybe! That would be really nice." I said smiling. When food arrived I began eating. It was a really great burger, it almost felt like I was ripping these people off for how good it was and how little I was paying, I'll definitely have to leave a tip.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
The smell caused a panic for the masses of students. A wall of fleeing young adults knocked over and trampled anyone in the halls who stood still or was fainted.
Mikkish woke up, after being stomped by a girl wearing heels, right in the nads. This, for future reference, could probably snap Mikkish out of anything.
Mikkish jumped to his feet, quickly forgetting the pain his nuts were in because of thr awful stench, and began running out of the building. Coughing and weezing the whole way.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon picked up his hamburger and began eating, the two sat there quietly while they ate and bye the time they were done and the check arrived Leon was satisfied with the meal, he looked at Joe and said "we should probably head back to the campus soon"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Yeah, probably." I said, sighing softly. I pulled out my wallet, paid the bill and left a decent tip, and then got up and walked out with Leon and made our way back to the Campus. When we arrived I covered my nose when I smelled something awful coming from the campus. "D-Did a sewer pipe explode or something?" I asked.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"I dunno man..." Mikkish answered Joe's question as he jogged up, still holding his nose, though the smell was nowhere near as bad outside as it was inside.
"Just piece of advice...don't go in there." Mikkish said, pointing at the dorm building.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I nodded. "R-Right... er... is everyone going to be alright...?" I asked, I saw a lot of people sick and unconscious the closer that they were to the dorms.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Meh, pussies." Mikkish said, tapping one of the passed out bodies which was on the ground, then catching a wiff of the awful stench "Really though we should probably get outta here." Mikkish said, speed dashing off to the sidewalk on the edge of the campus.
"Aww! I can smell it from here too!" He yelled, dashing off again.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I turned to Leon soon after Mikkish ran off. "We should probably get going too. I mean... if I have to smell that any longer, I think I might get sick." I said, I did look a little queasy. With that, I walked off after Mikkish.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon looked at the dorm building and found the broken window where their room was, he turned to Joe and "um...hey wait a sec" he then turned back and darted toward the building teleporting into the first floor room 'let's see if this still works' he teleported up through the floors until he got to his room, he quickly grabbed his sword and slung it on his back and slipped his pistol into his belt and teleported back down through the floors and then outside, he darted back over to Joe and started walking with him "phew...so what shall we do now?"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Oh... uh... I guess we just follow Mikkish..." I said, shrugging. I was thinking about going out to the forest and the mountain, however, I was unarmed, and it would be dangerous to go wandering out there with no weapons and little to no training with magic.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
"alright, i'll go with you" Leon said as he followed Joe "should we find somewhere off-campus to stay for the night?"
'or maybe more with this constant wrecking of the dorms' he thought to himself</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Probably..." I said sighing softly. "Maybe there's a cheap motel somewhere nearby..." I mumbled, putting my hand on my cheek, thinking about a potential place to stay for the night.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel ran out of the campus. Screw that godawful smell! Whatever god thought that would be funny needs a boot shoved up their-!
"Sigh . . . I can finally breath!" she exclaimed. The pint sized powerhouse shook her head until all memory of that terrible . . . terrible what again? She couldn't remember, nope, not one bit! She looked around to see where she was; just a bit outside the campus, were a lot of people similarly retreated.
"Hey! You, what was that about a motel? You know where we can find one?" she asked, overhearing Joe. There was no way she was staying in the dorms with that thing still in the air!</s>
| <|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Oh uh... well I don't actually know where one is... oh wait, that's right, the map!" I said, I punched my open palm lightly and pulled out the map and looked at it, examining a few buildings until I finally found a motel that was only a few miles from the campus. "Found one, this way." I said, with that, I took off down the street.</s> |
<|description|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: A mid tall and beautiful woman with a slender figure, a long redhead and blue eyes. She also happens to be of mixed blood, Japanese and Russian. Her main attire is often a combination of pants and a blouse, she is known for always carrying a red scarf with her.
Personality: Hikaru is one girl of a very bizarre personality. Most of times she seems to be a dumb airhead girl, she acts as if the life were to be a game, it's not weird for she to claim irreleveant and even idiotic comments or do dramatic entrances. However this doesn't mean she is an idiot herself, when the situation requires she can be quite smart and despite her demeanor she does take her life seriously. Part of her bizarre personality is due to an amnesia that cut the lapse of memories between her childhood and her 17 years onward.
Bio: Hikaru is a girl born in Japanese country, despite that, her father was of Russian origin. Her family was one of great influence in Japan and it's still one. Together with her sister Kiyomi, they learned certain Japanese arts regarding the usage of charms through enchantments, later, for reasons she is unaware of she would go to train in british lands in the usage of celtic talismans which despite having a different nature had in essence a similar base. It was there when she learned how to use weapons such as bows and a deadly accuracy, later in a period of time she is also unaware off she would hone her skills and craft her own customized bow. All these are elements unexistant within her mind as she lost her memories and sealed them within a box for reasons she don't even know as they currently doesn't exists within her. It's different from amnesia as her memory lost isn't a temporary or subconscious one but instead she literally removed (or someone else did) the concept of a long period of memories and put them into a box sealed within a special key. Due to her own interest in recovering her memories she had been following any lead that may guide her to the location of the hidden key that even she may had hidded herself.
Others: She carries the Schroddinger's Box with her which contains her sealed memories. Her own set of arrows and self crafted bows, several elements to create charms and talisman and a portable videoconsole. She totally dislike Pizza due to a strange dream were a retarded guy called her Hickeru the Pizza Lady
Magic:
- Enchantment 5
- Materialization 3
- Dark Magic 2
Non-Magical Combat:
- Archery 3
- Hand to hand 4.
- Small blades 3
Support Skills:
- Accuracy 4:
- Influence resistance 3:
- Crafting: 3</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Er... they have ears... so they could potentially hear us, furthermore, we're in a room with people with supernatural powers, at least one of them has to have something to enhance their senses... so... yeah... they probably can hear you. Furthermore... I'm just really uncomfortable with this topic of conversation." I said quietly, looking to the side. Yeah... not a good time to be honest with him, especially since I'll be living with him.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"...bored..." Mumbled Hikaru to herself with an open book in hands. Lazily she stood up and decided to grab a snack and take a bit of fresh air.
A few minutes later.
Mikkish found his body being propelled like a doll as his left side received a brutal impact.
Hikaru's legs pressed strongly against his ribs as she jumped to land a drop kick on him and threw him away from the scene. A weak girl like her wouldn't have that much strenght, hence she enchanted her boots to force a vector upon Mikkish's body.
After she landed in the floor, Hikaru quickly stood up and cleaned her pants, fixed her hair and said to Joe.
"Hello! Joe Hikari right? What a strange coincidence meeting you here. How are you?"</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish dive rolled as he flew, to avoid the pain of hitting the ground. 'Alright, I guess she heard me.' Mikkish thought.
"I wasn't even talking about you, bitch!" Mikkish yelled at Hikaru</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked at Hikaru shocked as she suddenly dive kicked Mikkish out of his seat. I didn't know whether to feel grateful for her rescuing me from that uncomfortable conversation, or if I should chastise her for attacking Mikkish. "Uh... h-hey Hikaru... I-I'm alright..." I said, rubbing the back of my head nervously. I then turned to Mikkish. "You okay?" I asked, getting up and offering him my hand to help him up.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"Hey! Don't mind the guy" said Hikaru lowering Joe's hand.
"I mean, a girl fixes herself just to spontaneously initiate a conversation with you. Shouldn't you be more focused on that?" Asked Hikaru while making an effort to put her most "adorable" face.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel's head perked up. The sound of crashing and shouting called to her~!
"Is that a fight I'm hearing?" she yelled from across her table. "Because if it is, put it on hold and give me a few minutes to finish breakfast, then we can fight!"
Can't fight on an empty stomach, after all.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Uh... what?" I asked, I looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Oh no..." I thought, having a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think this girl had a crush on me... I glanced over at Mikkish and then at Hikaru. If I didn't let her down now, things might get worse, but if I reveal why there's no possible way that I'd be attracted to her in such a way, Mikkish would likely judge me for my sexual orientation and things would get complicated in the dorm. I needed a way out of this, now! I was thankful when another girl called out about a fight. I quickly turned toward her and waved my arms in front of me and shook my head. "N-Nope, no fight here, I assure you!" I said, I hoped that it'd buy me a few more seconds to think of something...</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon left the room and went back up to the dorm he shared and changed clothes. he then headed over to the cafeteria. when he got there he grabbed a plate and got a waffle, some bacon, and an egg and took a seat alone at one of the tables off to the side and started eating.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked around quietly, desperate for some way out of this. Then I saw Leon. "Er... sorry! But there's something that I got to do, I have... to meet up with a friend, yeah! W-We were planning on taking a look around the island, and we're meeting up right now, gotta run, see ya, bye!" I said, I left my half eaten plate on the table and rushed over to Leon's, feeling ashamed that I was blowing Hikaru off and was lying about the real reason why I was doing it. I'd make it up to her later and I'd explain everything to her.
I walked up to Leon nervously. "Um... I-I know this is going to sound strange, b-but I want you to walk out of the cafeteria with me. I'm... kind of avoiding a very awkward situation and I-I'll owe you big time!" I said, clasping my hands together, hoping that he'd leave with me and I could avoid Hikaru and Mikkish.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"W-w-waiiit! Hold on!!" Exclaimed Hikaru as Joe disappeared
With a sulken face she sighed and mumbled. "Too boring..."
The girl looked at Mikkish and said.
"All right, I'll let you invite me to a coffee at least. Gotta kill the boredom anyway." said
"Besides, I'm curious. You're always clutching to that book. Is some sort of magical artifact? Woah, don't put that face, I'm not interested on it. However, if you know a method or trick to find magical artifacts that could be of use for me" stated with a grin.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon looked up when he heard Joe, he had only really eaten half of his meal but he would help him out anyway "um...sure, let's go." he said. he got up, put his plate on the return table, and went to follow Joe out of the cafeteria.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"What?" Mikkish said, showing rage for a second. This crazy bitch really thought Mikkish wanted to take her for coffee after she want psycho on him?
Problem was, as Mikkish looked over Hikaru, her cute face, her sexy body, though, he thought, she could use slightly bigger jugs. But as far as Mikkis was concerned, every girl could. Mikkish didn't take long to realize that, in fact, yes, yes he did want to take her to coffee.
His mouthed curved into a smirk, a smirk that signaled, to a perceptive individual, ulterior motives.
"Yes," Mikkish said "Alright, lets go for some coffee. And we can talk about ancient artifacts. Sound good?" Mikkish had not intentions of telling her too much about the book. HIS book. But she was a pretty lady.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Thank you!" I said, letting out a sigh of relief, I wouldn't have to make a bad situation even worse than it already was. I owed Leon big time.
I walked out of the cafeteria with Leon and looked at him. "S-Sorry for pulling you away from your meal, you see, I was having a very awkward moment, the boy from our dorm, Mikkish, he kept talking about women in an inappropriate way. He wouldn't stop it and I couldn't tell him why I wasn't interested in it, and then this girl, Hikaru kind of dive kicked him out of nowhere and I think she has a crush on me... and I couldn't tell her why I wasn't interested in her with Mikkish there. From the little I gathered from talking to Mikkish, I think he'd be really judgmental because of that reason and I would rather try and not cause a ton of problems, especially since we'll be living together... a-and I'm just blabbering on and on, I'm sorry." I said, rubbing the back of my head awkwardly.
I turned to him and bowed. "A-Anyway, thank you very much, um... if anyone asks, we went out and explored the town. I-I mean I was planning on doing so anyway after I had eaten, and it was the first thing that popped into my head. I owe you a big favor. Um... like... if you need help with homework or something... I dunno... uh... just ask anytime." I said, rubbing the back of my head.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
"it's no problem" Leon said as he walked out with Joe. "um, hey" it was Leon's turn to be nervous "do you...want to go explore the town together?...i mean if your going to...and i hadn't thought of what to do yet, but...going around town could be...nice" his voice trailed off a bit and he nervously twiddled his thumbs and glanced down "I...i-if you wanted to go on your own that's fine too, i could go...somewhere"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked at Leon and looked a bit shocked. Not because I didn't want to or that I didn't like Leon, but because I was unused to others wanting to hang out with me. A bright smile spread across my face. "O-Of course! The more the merrier." I said. "A-Am I making a friend?" I wondered, trying to keep my giddiness from bubbling to the surface. "Let's get going then!" I said smiling and walked off of the campus and toward town, excited about what we might find in the town.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel stared on as the little fiasco settled down. She huffed while playing with a banana. Humph, nothin happened. That's kinda boring . . . she thought. Maybe I can get one to spar with me? That Hikaru girl looks cool; even if she is hiding her personality. Come to think of it, I never did ask her how she pulled off that shadow thing . . .
With a sigh, Remiel leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of food passing through her gut. That was a good meal!</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon smiled as he walked alongside Joe towards the town, he was glad that his first time exploring the town would be with a friend. Maybe they could find a place were he could replace the bullet Mikkish wasted on the dorm window as well.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Ah... it's all so dizzying..." I mumbled as we walked through the crowded streets of the sprawling city, the buildings reaching high into the air, occasionally passing by a few street performers, either earning tips through average skills, such as playing the guitar or juggling, or others using their magical talents to put on dazzling shows. I took a deep breath, staying close to Leon. I had always lived in a relatively small town, so the transition from a small town to a large city such as this was a bit overwhelming. "Well... at least we won't be able to get lost." I said, looking at Leon.
I pulled out a map and unfolded it. The first thing that was different was that it was showing our exact location on the map. The next thing that was definitely different was when my finger brushed against one of the other markers on the map. It gave a short description and picture of the location, in this case it was city hall near the center of the city. "Pretty neat, right? I got it from the library yesterday." I said, smiling cheerfully. I knew that I'd have to get a job, so I found a marker for the shopping district.
It showed a large main street with several shops on the sides of the road and smaller shops lining smaller streets that spread out from the main street. It came up with a description saying 'This bustling hot spot is great for budding mages and tourists. Ranging from specialty shops for spellbooks to weapons, to simple shops such as hobby shops and clothing stores. There's something for everyone, make the Shopping District your destination today!'. "Mind if we stop here first? I kind of wanted to see if I could find any work." I said, rubbing the back of my head, the image and description disappearing from the paper.</s>
| <|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"Oh no, you're making the face. That face, the face of a perv, you perv." Said Hikaru after Mikkish's answer.
"I'm just givin' you the privilege of inviting me a coffee, nothing else, think no further than that ok?"
"Also, clean yourself up a bit, men should always make sure they're clean and nicely dress when talking to girls, That's like an unwritten rule you know? Yet you seem as if a train had run over you"</s> |
<|description|>David Sinclair
Yo App Im here for the eats!
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Age: He is as old as he is....which isssss 19....he thinks
Gender: He is the one that has the magic tube coming from between his legs and does not have camel humps coming from his chest.
Appearance: Round babyish like face, messy blueish...hair....(I don't even know), distant brown eyes, he's a bit of a short boy but lean muscle can be seen on him. His clothing varies.
Personality: David appears to be mentally handicapped and I mean that in the most sincere way. He's kind (or is he?), all loving (maybe) and just loves being him (HI MY NAME IS DAVID!). But the boy can barely function in normal society as he is.
Though despite his extreme idiocy he is very capable of understanding instructions if explained to him in a proper manner and he has almost animal like instincts at times. The rest is TBR.
Magic:
Physical Buffing: 9
Healing: 2
Non-Magical Combat:
Sword Play: 7
Support Skills:
He's not smart enough for anything like that.......
History: David is son of famed adventurers Debra and Doc Sinclair. The Sinclair family is extremely wealthy and all the family members whether distant or close related is known for their insane personalities or whacky exploits. David's parents famed adventurers of the family.
His parents are known for their travels and discoveries all over the world. They have found priceless jewels, ancient bones and even magical artifacts.
Once David was born his parents were quick to realize the boy's mental slowness.
So Debra halted her and her husband's adventures. To raise David best they could.
So they sheltered David keeping him under supervision at all times and home schooled. Sadly being sheltered made him unaccustomed to most of the outside world and he never was able to fully progress in his schooling.
As David was not doing as well as his parents had hoped his father began to resent him and would often ignore his son for long periods of time or beat him when he made a mistake.David's mother on the hand treated him like a baby and still does, never letting him grow on his own.
David received a gift from his father on his sixteenth birthday, a black katana looking sword which was of magical origin or so his father claimed it was. The sword had come with a letter as well.
It was said to bestow knowledge.David received a gift from his father on his sixteenth birthday, a black katana looking sword which was of magical origin or so his father claimed it was. The sword had come with a letter as well.
It was said to bestow knowledge. And much to his parents surprise David began to do better in academics.
He was no genius but he finally seemed to be learning and of course he took his new toy everywhere. Though his father was very proud that the magical blade was boosting his son's intellect he still was quite vicious to him.
One fateful day Doc attempted to attack David but in an out of character displayed David crippled his own father from the waist down. The only thing Doc remembers is hearing David say the most vile words he'd ever heard.
Debra was shocked by this and also noticed David's violent behavior was getting out of control.
She quickly deduced the sword was no doubt the cause. So she did extensive research on it. She with all her connections could only dig up myths and legends about the sword......none of them good.
Worst of all whatever was in that sword seemed to have bound itself to David's soul.
So Debra took action as she saw fit.
So with heavy heart she phoned an old friend of hers. A Dean of a school who specialized in such things. Once she explained the situation mages were dispatched to the house and with much 'resistance' they managed to contain whatever was in the sword......or at least they thought.
After this incident Debra had no choice but to send David off to the school so he could learn use the magic and being inside him properly plus she had a crippled husband to take care of.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel was getting ready for a nice little scrap, when something big, heavy and made of steel came flying at her. Seeing the truck coming at her, she gave a small panicked yelp, right before grabbing the vehicle at the center and lifting it above her. Her grip caused the metal to bend around her fingers like tin foil.
A strong sense of deja vu flashed through her eyes as she looked for the idiot that threw the thing at her. "You again!?" she snarled, facing the most likely perpetrator. "So ruining one fight wasn't enough, now you have to go and ruin mine?! Well fuck you too!"
With that, she hefted the truck up, found a better grip, and ripped it right in half before tossing both halves towards David!</s>
<|message|>Jack
-as i dropped down from the bus i was hanging on to i roll from under the bus and walked into the academy-</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon Adjusted his eye patch and lightly smiled back at Finley "yeah, everything's fine here, Mikkish was checking out my gun and accidentally fired it out the window" he indicated the broken window "then he heard you knock and jumped out the window, then all that commotion started"</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley bit her lip and looked away, "Oh- umm- I didn't mean to startle him," Finley stated in a softer then normal voice, almost in a whispering tone. She looked over to the door to her room.
"What model of gun do you have? I prefer a sniper, I'm not very good at accurately hitting close targets."
Finley loved the compacted sniper in her backpack- even of it wasn't useful in close contact it was stealthy and deadly when used correctly. Finley heard metal tumbling outside an hoped everyone was okay, the last thing they needed was to attract even more unwanted attention on their first day here.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon thought of his revolver as Finley asked about it, like his rapier is was a bit ornate and a little worn from use "just an old Remington, it's not much but it works" when he heard crashing metal he looked at the window 'is that kid throwing cars again?' he thought</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley nodded and smiled softly, "Maybe one day we can go target shooting," Finley said in a friendly tone before turning to go toward her room once again. She walked into the room to see some of her roommates were already there. She threw her bag on an empty bed before climbing onto the clean sheets and starting to pull out The parts to her sniper, cleaning them with a red cloth she took from her home.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Smiling, Leon said "Yeah, maybe" he closed the door after Finley left to her room. sighing, he laid back down on the bed and passed out as he had only had a little sleep in the past few day before getting to the academy.</s>
<|message|>Jack
-as i walked around the acdemy i find my room but i dont enter it i went exploring-</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru watched the events from a safe distance.
Certainly that David character was a troublesome one, to make him an enemy would be a bad idea.
But she was bored. Besides it could help her to gauge something.
Exactly how far could these monsters reach?
The girl sighed as she entered into scene only to visualize the feat of the girl named Remliel.
"What's up with that abnormal strenght you two have? Are you even humans?" Asked the girl as the trucks halves flied against David. She made sure to always keep a safe distance.
From beneath her feet her own shadow moved through the surfaces, as people were worried they didn't noticed her movement. Also, because it was a shadow it was easily ignored which she accounted as an advantage.
Dark Magic, it had several applications, strong sorcerers could use it to play with the darkness and night, someone weak as Hikaru could at most manipulate shadows, she was unnable to control other's shadows. Yet that was enough.
Before anyone could notice it, the shadow split into four halves and crawled to David's legs and arms all in the instant the truck was about to reach its target.
"Dark bind..." mumbled the girl. Weak as she was she could not bind someone for a long period of time, but she expected it to be enough to let the guy be crashed.
And if he dies?.... Who cares? It won't be my fault, that girl will suffer the blame for sure... Perhaps that would be even better. One monster dies, the other is rejected. Both would be a trouble for me anyway...
That'll give me some fun I guess thought without revealing her inner smile</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Eris moved back from the door quickly when she saw the girl walking towards the door and jumped on the bed holding her rabbit tight to her chest and every once in a while would look up at the window of the room or at the girl until she finally built up the courage to say something, "Ummm.... Hi, You must be one of the other roommates that was assigned here right?" she said before hearing more noises coming from outside, 'What are they doing now?' she thought as she got up and looked out the window to see two halves of a car get thrown.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley smiled softly at the girl as she anapped the last part of her sniper in place. She wiped the gun down once again as she spoke, "Yes, I guess were roommates now. I'm Finley, but you can call me Fin-" She snapped her head toward the window as the commotion ensued. Curiosity won and Finley slipped off her bed and walked to the window to look down upon the fight.
When she noticed the two halves of the car tumbling quickly toward David she looked for the source they had come from. The girl she had gotten in an arguement with earlier was standing there from the direction in which the vehicle was rolling from. David wasn't moving, the vehicle would surely strike him. She focused on the two halves, her energy leaving her body in attempt to keep the tumbling contraptions from crushing him. She poured all her energy into stopping the metal death traps before they collided with David in hopes it would work.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Raising his arms over his face, Mikkish darted, appearing to change shape to a dark blur moving at bullet speeds, right into both halves. Mikkish made a direct hit on the first, and the first flew off course and knocked into the other half. Both halves wound up on the ground. Neither touched David, though that's not to say it would have done much if they had.
"Hey! The kids retarded. Its not right!" Mikkish said to Remliel "I appreciate you stepping in to help me, not saying I don't. And I gotta say, you're pretty incredible. So is he." This was unlike Mikkish. He didn't actually care, and in fact probably would have been more amused to let them fight each other, but the fact was it was probably a dangerous place, this island, to have people who could increase their strength, start fires, and god knows what else. Plus, Mikkish doubted that just because people knew magic, the island was different from any other place. There were ghettos and drug dens probably, just like anywhere else. Hell, the bus took them through such an area. Fact is, he needed to make connections fast. And it would be most convenient to friend these two, Remliel and David. They all came on in the boat. He probably wasn't on good terms with Leon, having fired off his gun and wasted one of his bullets. Mikkish hoped the guy wasn't gonna blow his face off next time they saw each other.</s>
| <|message|>David Sinclair
He should have moved, could HAVE moved but Junior had instructed him clearly, that he should catch it……catch it with his mouth. That sounded fun, slobber was drooping down from his lower lip at the sheer epicness of playing catch with his teeth.
Maybe he'd even get a cool nickname like DD.
David Dog or Dog David.....ooooooooooh OR MAYBE SOMETHING FANCY! Like David THE Dog. He opened his mouth wide but frowned once he noticed his arms and legs were being restrained by....BY....BLACK THINGS!!!
Then his frown only deepened once the two pieces of cars came to a halt just at his feet, like they'd been forcibly stopped. "Awwwwww....WHAT HAPPENED!?" He snorted. He growled concentrating on Hikaru's binds.
It took several moments before of thrashing and pulling before he managed to tear the binds off of himself. "This stuff sure is sticky." He said sticking out his tongue.
"I know about the sticky white stuff but this black stuff, does the black stuff come out of the other end?" He asked viciously yanking his right leg up to break the leg binds.</s> |
<|description|>Remliel Maion
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at exactly 143.5 centimeters in height, Remliel's figure is both shorter and contrastingly a bit fuller than the majority of girls her age, something she is very much conscious of and hides (although mostly for convenience rather than embarrassment) She has black hair that is long enough to reach a bit past her shoulders, where it is tied into a tight ponytail with a white ribbon. Remliel has carnelian red eyes and long, thing eyebrows. Her facial appearance asides, Remliel frequently wears long clothes to conceal her extremely muscular body. In a sense, her body is immensely beautiful to look at, but not in a sensual way - because of how she has trained and built her body, looking at her bared is similar to looking at a mountain; sturdy and majestic.
Personality: She is an energetic, wild girl that gives a hundred percent in whatever she does - sometimes she even goes above that. Remliel is blunt and straightforward and is utterly terrible at even trying to be subtle. Remliel, her goals aside, is a person who enjoys the simpler things in life. She dislikes being idle and similarly dislikes other people who are being lazy. She especially hates it if someone looks down on her. Remliel is a confident and passionate person with a very aggressive personality, and is also ultimately a very selfish person.
* Physical Buffing - (10)
* Existence Manipulation* - (1)
*requires a bit of an explanation.
* Physical Capabilities - (9)
* Hand-to-Hand Combat - (2)
* Perception - (4)
* Intuition - (6)
Remliel was born into a clan of mages. Her clan is a very big and very prominent one; naturally, children born from the main house are born with a lot of expectations. As the fifth child of the main branch head, Remliel naturally inherited those expectations - one of which was to be naturally proficient in the clans signature magic: Soul Magic. Her clan specialized in manipulating the soul, among other things.
When Remliel was four, however, tests were preformed and it became evident that she possessed no talent whatsoever in the field of magic. She couldn't cast an enchantment to save her life, never mind learning her clans extremely complex magics. Despite encouragement from her siblings and parents, she became an instant outcast from the clan. Labelled a failure who would be unable to achieve anything, Remliel was constantly assaulted by criticism from all sides, especially criticism from branch families.
Despite this, Remliel desperately tried to prove them wrong, not only to stop them from going at her, but also to prove to herself that she was not as useless as she said. Sadly, the only thing she was really good at was physical Reinforcement - a basic technique that helped you learn control asides strengthening you body, but ultimately tossed away for better spells. Still it was something she could do at least. So for the next coming years, she focused and poured everything into the one thing she was capable of: Strengthening her body. She would show the clan that there were other ways to become a powerful asset in battle, even if she couldn't utilize the high-end powerful spells they could.
In that time, Remliel discovered a secret to her ability, and realized that there was something more to what she could do. She has kept that as a closely guarded secret up until now.
Remliel was sent to Merlinus Academy both to further her education, and to get her away from the clan. She is extremely thankful for both.
Notable Items:
* One set of 1.8-ton barbels
* A really big first aid kit
* A great deal of clothes</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked at the boy from earlier and looked at the bottle he handed me. "O-Oh, is this for me? Thank you." I said, I took it and was shocked at how cold it was. I nearly dropped it right then and there. I examined it closer and it appeared to be made of ice. It'd melt quickly though if I didn't drink it. I brought the bottle to my lips and drank the contents, screwing up my face a bit at the taste, but drank it all anyway. I began to feel a bit better, almost close to normal. "T-Thanks." I said, I handed him back the bottle. "I'm Joe, by the way." I said.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
"I'm gonna put him in our camp freezer." David said ignoring Joe's statement. "This is probably what snow cats are like."
David flashed Joe and Leon the same bright smile he'd been wearing for most of the walk. "I'm David!" He said. "David Sinsomething or something....I don't know, is kinda hard to spell the last part of my name.....and well spell anything really."
"Anyway who are you two?"</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
"I'm Leon...Leon Zhao" He says taking back the bottle "n-nice to meet you", he turned the ice from the bottle to snow and let if fall to the ground and shook some of it of his hand.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"I-it's nice to meet you too, Leon, thanks again for your help." I said smiling, I turned to David quietly. "Uh... my name's Joseph Hikari Nobunaga, but... you can just call me Joe." I said, rubbing the back of my head.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Fin heard all three of the males names: Leon, Joe, and David. She kept walking picking up rocks and sticks in her way and moving them with her telekinesis. She wasn't lazy, just found it entertaining on this long, crazy hike. Fin leaned her head back and took in the sight of the polluted air. She smoke made her stomach churn. She always pictures this island would be like an image from a fairytale, but it was turning out to be quite the opposite. It looked almost exactly like her hometown, minus the luscious kungle surrounding the city. Fin was lost on her thoughts as she walked and almost ran into the several people from her short attention span.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
"Joe….I…got it." He said with a nod and then turned his gaze to Leon. "And you're Lance." He looked at his sword and then at the tiger. "You two say Hi!" He pointed at his sword. "You two already know Stripes but this is Junior…..he's my sword." He said.
"He's a smart fella for a sword and stuff but me? I'm here because I'm gifted that's what my mom said." David chuckled. "So she sent me here to this camp for the gifted people."
But he knew and David was sure at their hearts they knew to.
"I'm probably like the most gifted person here to be honest, ya know? I mean I'm like real good at stuff....like pressing buttons and even wiping, can you guys do that? I'm a master wiper and I mean a master, barely got it on my fingers last time."</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"Sooo.... Your sword is called Junior.... right..." said Hikaru with a confused look on her face.
She ignored the latest comment of the boy and headed toward Joseph.
"Soo Hikari Nobunaga no? it's good to know I'm not the only japanese here, well half japanese. My name is Hikaru, Hikaru Kurosawa and as you can guess I'm japanese too, well half japanese."
I feel like I'm repeating myself.
"On the other hand we have a chinese too" said while glancing at Leon.
"I suppose Magi or as David would say, gifted people comes from any part of the world. Isn't it cool, we're like the X-Men or something like that"
If we go for skills, I would be Gambit or something around those lines thought the girl</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon was looking at the sword David was holding out, junior was its name apparently, there was something about the sword that made him uneasy.
he heard another voice and turned to look toward the girl that was approaching, he heard her say her name was Hikaru and that she was half japanese. he let her think he was chinese, it was better, others never seem to be friendly to the Romani peoples.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked over at David's sword quietly. Something felt... off about it. I was glad when the girl from earlier came running up. "Y-Yeah, well... I could be only half Japanese, my mom doesn't really like talking about my father all that much..." I said quietly, rubbing the back of my head. "As for X-Men... I'm not sure, I never read or watched it." I said, chuckling awkwardly. "B-But it is pretty cool that I'm not some weirdo that was destined to be dissected or something." I said. "W-Well, it's nice to meet you, Hikaru... hehe... Hikaru and Hikari, they both mean light in Japanese, funny coincidence, right?" I asked.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Fin sat down with her legs stretched out in front of her. She silently levitated a near by trash can, spinning it in circles as if it were a hand on an old grandfather clock. She gently placed it back on the ground and turned her attention elsewhere. She wanted to levitate one of the others, see just how well she could manipulate living creatures with her telekinesis. She listened in on the conversations going on between the others for a moment before finding herself staring into the palm of her hand, a small flame appeared and shaped into a sphere of spinning blue fire before she extinguished it with tech closing of her palm.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
"Yeah his name is Junior! What kinda weird name is Hickeru!?" David asked looking at Hikaru. "For a pretty pretty lady that sure is a silly name." He stuck out his tongue at her.
"Weird name but at least it isn't as bad as that idiot who named his sword Junior." David said with a serious expression. "But yep Hickeru, Lance and Joe my new best friends of all time."</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"I'm from Georgia, and Callanhad is an Irish name. It's from an adoptive father but I had tests done to find my real parents, and turns out I have lots of Irish genes." Mikkish looked at the two half Japanese and the Chinese "I see im a combo breaker here..." Mikkish looked over at David "Damn dude, you dragged that thing all the way here?" He chuckled, as morning joggers took a big curve around the group and the tiger.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hickeru?... Reminded her of that bad dream.
Oh god no, please not.
She sighed and then heard Mikkish's claim of being a combo breaker.
"Irish do have a certain legacy of badassery but not as much as the Russians Mikkyboy! That's my other half, Japanese and Russian heritage, now that's truly badass!" stated with a grin on her face which when matched with her slender figure gave a picture of all but badassery.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Oh..." Mikkish said, waving his hands in a surrendering pose, in response to Hikaru's claims of being a badass "Watch out guys, we're dealing with a badass over here."</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
When the group got to the sidewalk between the park and the city, a bus pulled up. The captain had called for it.
Mikkish set his bag in a compartment on the side of the bus for anyone to put their bag. This included his book. He didn't like to be without it, and he hesitated when putting his bag away in the compartment. He couldn't shake the immense fear that it could be stolen.
Mikkish walked on and sat in the back, slumping in the seat.
"Uh...no animals on board..." The bus driver awkwardly said, seeing David with his frozen tiger friend.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon chuckled inwardly at Hikaru and Mikky, when the bus came up Leon boarded and took a seat. he didn't have a bag to put in the compartment.
he yawned, still tired after only a short rest on the boat, and leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Fin stood and walked over to the bus that had arrived. She watched the others put their belongings on the compartment, but she didn't want hers out of her sight. It had her modified sniper hidden in the bottom in pieces and her book inside wrapped in a thin cloth. She very cautiously slipped it into the compartment after she was sir everyone else had theirs and was on the bus. She found an empty seat and tucked her knees up to her chest. She rested the side of her face on the top of her bent knees as she stared out the bus window, wondering how long of a bus ride it would be to the campus.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I filed away the other boy's name and just kept quiet while they talked. When the bus arrived, I slipped my suitcase into the compartment on the side and went up with my archery bag, fearing that it might get crushed by someone else's luggage. I got on the bus and sat down in an empty seat and stared outside of the window, propping my case on the ground and in between my left leg and the wall of the bus.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Unlike the rest, Hikaru just careless threw her bags in the compartment.
"Aaaah! Is refreshing, they were heaaaaavy!" exclaimed to herself.
As soon as she found a seat it took her just a minute to fell asleep, her last thoughts before that were.
Hey... I had my game console in that bag....</s>
<|message|>Jack
- i get up and say to self-"where is everyody"-then i walk off into the jungle with my spear-</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
The bus wheels sped off to the campus once everyone had been seated.
They were taken through the city. It was actually a mini tour, through the area they started in, through the city square, through the waterfront neighborhood. They had to go through a lower class neighborhood to make it through to the school, when Mikkish noticed a little slimey black tail peaking out of his sleeve on his arm.
"Shit!" He yelled, realizing... That leeches had got on his arm.
In fact, everyone from the boat had leeches covering them under their clothes.</s>
| <|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel been in town for a few days now. Her family had sent her here early, to get her to adequately prepare for her prolonged stay. Just today she had finished buying all the neccessary thing she'd be needing, mostly clothes. According to the Academy, there would be a bus to pick the students up today.
"Is that it?" Remliel approached the bus and quckly confirmed with driver that it was the right one. With a cheeky grin, the short girl entered the bus, and took a seat close to the back. She set her bags down but kept her weights diassembled and on her lap. She took a look around and saw people entering. No one had noticed her yet.
'What the hell is that a tiger?!'</s> |
<|description|>Remliel Maion
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at exactly 143.5 centimeters in height, Remliel's figure is both shorter and contrastingly a bit fuller than the majority of girls her age, something she is very much conscious of and hides (although mostly for convenience rather than embarrassment) She has black hair that is long enough to reach a bit past her shoulders, where it is tied into a tight ponytail with a white ribbon. Remliel has carnelian red eyes and long, thing eyebrows. Her facial appearance asides, Remliel frequently wears long clothes to conceal her extremely muscular body. In a sense, her body is immensely beautiful to look at, but not in a sensual way - because of how she has trained and built her body, looking at her bared is similar to looking at a mountain; sturdy and majestic.
Personality: She is an energetic, wild girl that gives a hundred percent in whatever she does - sometimes she even goes above that. Remliel is blunt and straightforward and is utterly terrible at even trying to be subtle. Remliel, her goals aside, is a person who enjoys the simpler things in life. She dislikes being idle and similarly dislikes other people who are being lazy. She especially hates it if someone looks down on her. Remliel is a confident and passionate person with a very aggressive personality, and is also ultimately a very selfish person.
* Physical Buffing - (10)
* Existence Manipulation* - (1)
*requires a bit of an explanation.
* Physical Capabilities - (9)
* Hand-to-Hand Combat - (2)
* Perception - (4)
* Intuition - (6)
Remliel was born into a clan of mages. Her clan is a very big and very prominent one; naturally, children born from the main house are born with a lot of expectations. As the fifth child of the main branch head, Remliel naturally inherited those expectations - one of which was to be naturally proficient in the clans signature magic: Soul Magic. Her clan specialized in manipulating the soul, among other things.
When Remliel was four, however, tests were preformed and it became evident that she possessed no talent whatsoever in the field of magic. She couldn't cast an enchantment to save her life, never mind learning her clans extremely complex magics. Despite encouragement from her siblings and parents, she became an instant outcast from the clan. Labelled a failure who would be unable to achieve anything, Remliel was constantly assaulted by criticism from all sides, especially criticism from branch families.
Despite this, Remliel desperately tried to prove them wrong, not only to stop them from going at her, but also to prove to herself that she was not as useless as she said. Sadly, the only thing she was really good at was physical Reinforcement - a basic technique that helped you learn control asides strengthening you body, but ultimately tossed away for better spells. Still it was something she could do at least. So for the next coming years, she focused and poured everything into the one thing she was capable of: Strengthening her body. She would show the clan that there were other ways to become a powerful asset in battle, even if she couldn't utilize the high-end powerful spells they could.
In that time, Remliel discovered a secret to her ability, and realized that there was something more to what she could do. She has kept that as a closely guarded secret up until now.
Remliel was sent to Merlinus Academy both to further her education, and to get her away from the clan. She is extremely thankful for both.
Notable Items:
* One set of 1.8-ton barbels
* A really big first aid kit
* A great deal of clothes</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru watched with a smile and an almost dumb expression.
"Dragon girl fighting, deja vu feeling again..." said to herself</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel sighed excitedly and stepped down the bus, looking around and taking in the sights. Truly, she didn't expect much out of the school, not when comparing the image she had in her head with her own clans private institutions, and even more so when she stayed in the town close in the days before, but seeing it now made her thing the decision to come here was more than worth it. The school looked absolutely amazing!
She paused to chuckle a bit as some guy tripped down the bus, right before moving to help him up. It was fine to laugh only if you were going to help out, after all, otherwise you were just being a jerk; that was what she believed, at least. Before she could, however, the boy was suddenly lifted up and placed uprtight. Remliel, despite being terrible at magic, was rather perceptive when it came to sensing magical sources. She felt the energy coming from a nearby girl.
Huh, interesting, she thought. Of course, this being Remliel, her mind immediately considered how well the other girl would do in a fight with her.
Just as she was thinking of fighting, one broke out between two girls-that-just-became-dragons-oh-my-god-I-have-to-get-me-in-on-some-of-that-action!
Remliel actually had to physically restrain herself from jumping head first into that (rather awesome looking) cat fight. Dragon-people! If they were anything like the dragons she'd heard about, then they were bound to be an interestinf fight!</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
as Leon was falling he felt himself be lifted and placed upright on the ground, he silently thanked whoever had helped him as he made sure he didn't drop anything. he was about to continue walking when he noticed the two girls that had turned into dragons and were fighting, standing next to Finley he watched the fight, amazed at the shapeshifting power the two girls had.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley watched Leon walk over next to her to watch the fight. She half-smiled to him before returning her attention back to the fight. "Who do you think will be brave enough to break that fight up?" She asked to the male she had just helped after his trip off the bus. She wondered if he knew it was her, or if it was just a coincidence that he came over her way. She watched the beautiful creatures twist and then in the sky like a elegant dance.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
glancing at Finley, nervously returning a smile, Leon responded to her question "i'm not sure, maybe David with his sword or..." he noticed a girl that looked like she was about to jump into the fight already, "maybe she might do something."</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley looked toward the girl thatLeon had been talking about. She smirked softly, "I don't think she will break up the fight- it looks like she might want to join in," Finley said in a calm and collected voice before turning her attention back to the fighting females in the sky. Finley ran a hand through her even black short curls and over the shaved piece of her head. Finley's attention span grew short and without a word she turned and started to walk toward the large building once again. She ran her fingertips over the old brick slowly as of she was examining its quality.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David glanced at Leon and Finley. "You want me to tell those nice lizard people flying to stop being big fat meanies towards each other?" He stuck his thumb in his mouth.
"I don't know....my mommy said not to hit girls but I don't know what she'd say about dragon women."
He paused. "Junior says all women are dragon women though."</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
One shape shifter bit into the other one's wing, and the other one went for the neck. As they stayed in mid air, biting into each other, they also began thumping each other with each other's tails and roaring. It was amazing to see they were shape shifted into wyvern, but their fight became repetitive quick, as they were only exchanging tail smacks as they bit into each other, blood oozing to the ground. It was actually a lot like a boxing match you might see on TV, where both boxers are fatigued, hugging each other in, and punching each other in the same rib repeatedly with the same arm.
Mikkish wasn't complaining though. He was totally going to win his bet on the first girl, the girl that shoved into him. She was the wyvern who went into the neck. Mikkish was, of course, in the small crowd of people who were placing bets on the fight.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David watched the fighting in several moments and figured he'd do as Lance requested, after all best to keep his new best friends in the whole wide world happy.
He'd never broken a fight though, could fights even break?
A gentle voice whispered in David's ear.
"The bus."
"The what?" David replied.
David heard the deep voice groan in response. "Go towards the bus you chattering idiot"
"Okay." He said walking over to the vehicle they'd drove in on. "Sooooo how should I break this fight up?" The voice was no longer gentle but David and only David heard the deep menace in it, which he of course interpreted as sincerity.
"Do what you said you were good at on the bus....by showing what you can do with a bus Mwahahaha...."
David's eyes widened like a lightbulb went off in his brain. "Right!"
David bent his knees and grabbed on to the bottom of the bus and before his new friends or any passing students could ask what he was doing.
The bus's metal began to groan as David's fingers indented in it and soon enough the wheels left the ground.
David……
DAVID was holding the bus above his head.
"Hey ladies!" He yelled at the dragon women. "I'm gonna save you by breaking your fight!" And before the fact fully sunk in that this blue haired idiot was casually lifting something that the world's strongest men had trouble even pulling.
Before that sunk in .....the bus left his hands and went sailing through the air smashing into the fighting dragons.
The windows imploded and a large splat echoed throughout the area as the bus impacted their intended targets sending the two women out of the air smashing on to the pavement.
And the bus followed with a thunderous crash into the concrete.
"OKAY!" He said. "I broke the fight! I saved the day!"</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Eris watched the fight from under the shade of a tree she had been sitting cross legged under and had been taking notes on the two combatants since it had started. At one point in the fight she looked down to write a note in her book that said "wyvern do get tired after prolonged combat" but she stopped when she heard a yell and looked up to see the bus that had just pulled up fly through the air and impact with the girls sending them falling to the ground. "damnit, a good research opportunity wasted" Erin said to herself and made a low Gravity bubble where the two were going to land as well as the bus. After they hit the ground she got up and started walking into the school pulling out another book from her bag and reading it.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
seeing David throw a bus at the two fighters surprised Leon, it was certainly unexpected, 'i guess that's one way to do it.' he thought as he shrugged and made his way to the academy building.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I had pulled out my bow when I saw no one was trying to stop this, even beginning to bet on the fight. I was stringing it when suddenly David lifted a bus and threw it at the wyverns. I could only watch with my jaw dropped. "W-Wha...? H-How... how did he do that?!" I wondered, the answer came to me after a second, magic. I couldn't believe that magic could make someone that strong.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel stared slack jawed at David. The short girl stomped towards David, leaving cracks on the ground.
"Oi!" she shouted. "What the hell is wrong with you! You just interrupted a perfectly good fight! I wanted to do that, and I would have done it way better than you did! A bus!? Step in and fight them yourself dammit!"</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru was having fun while watching the fight. Most of the time these kind of things didn't attract her, however this one was quite the spectacle. She felt as if the event should remind her of something, but whatever it was it did not exists within her memories. The girl sighed, she was already used to that, her brain trying to make a connection of a situation with one that was past experienced but unnable to access it, 'cause it simply didn't exist.
Still, the girl was focused on the battle until a strong gust of wind waved her hair from behind. Her eyes widened as she saw a flying bus, their previous bus crossing the sky right above her aimed at the dragon girls.
She didn't had to turn to find out that it was David as the boy presumed the event and his irritant voice was already carved within her mind.
Without turning the girl said "You incorrigible idiot! I was having fun asshole!"</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David frowned at all the yelling. "But….um…..I….I…..um Junior and Lance said it would be a good idea to break the fight." He said. His eyes began to fill with liquid.
David put his thumb in his mouth and began to gently gnaw on it. "I'm really sorry." He sniffed. "Please stop yelling.....I don't like yelling."</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley had walked a decent distance, enough to be able to ignore the sound of the in flight battle happening in front of the school. She sat down in the sun to enjoy the warmth. That was, until she heard David yelling and something smash the ground a few moments later. She trend to see David had thrown a bus. Wait- thrown a bus?!? Finley smirked softly, so that was his gift.
When she saw the tears in David's eyes she walked over to David, hearing the two girls yelling at him. She grabbed David by the bicep gently and looked at the two seemingly agitated girls. "If you two don't mind to stop yelling at the poor guy. Thanks," she said as she looked up at David. "You didn't do anything wrong. Just no more bus throwing, okay?" She asked softly and gently. The poor kid thought he was just helping- the two girls had no reason to yell at him.</s>
| <|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel stared slack-jawed at the newcomer. "Do you have a crush on this guy or something?" she snapped. "Not did anything wrong my ass! He threw a bus! On two people without warning! Even I would have hollered first if I was going to barge in on a fight! Again, let me say it slowly so you can understand: He. Threw. A. Bus. At. Two. People. Possibly. Injuring. And. Or. Killing. Them."
Meanwhile, she was also thinking the other girl next to her could be her friend. Anyone who enjoyed watching a fight earned some points in her book!</s> |
<|description|>Remliel Maion
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at exactly 143.5 centimeters in height, Remliel's figure is both shorter and contrastingly a bit fuller than the majority of girls her age, something she is very much conscious of and hides (although mostly for convenience rather than embarrassment) She has black hair that is long enough to reach a bit past her shoulders, where it is tied into a tight ponytail with a white ribbon. Remliel has carnelian red eyes and long, thing eyebrows. Her facial appearance asides, Remliel frequently wears long clothes to conceal her extremely muscular body. In a sense, her body is immensely beautiful to look at, but not in a sensual way - because of how she has trained and built her body, looking at her bared is similar to looking at a mountain; sturdy and majestic.
Personality: She is an energetic, wild girl that gives a hundred percent in whatever she does - sometimes she even goes above that. Remliel is blunt and straightforward and is utterly terrible at even trying to be subtle. Remliel, her goals aside, is a person who enjoys the simpler things in life. She dislikes being idle and similarly dislikes other people who are being lazy. She especially hates it if someone looks down on her. Remliel is a confident and passionate person with a very aggressive personality, and is also ultimately a very selfish person.
* Physical Buffing - (10)
* Existence Manipulation* - (1)
*requires a bit of an explanation.
* Physical Capabilities - (9)
* Hand-to-Hand Combat - (2)
* Perception - (4)
* Intuition - (6)
Remliel was born into a clan of mages. Her clan is a very big and very prominent one; naturally, children born from the main house are born with a lot of expectations. As the fifth child of the main branch head, Remliel naturally inherited those expectations - one of which was to be naturally proficient in the clans signature magic: Soul Magic. Her clan specialized in manipulating the soul, among other things.
When Remliel was four, however, tests were preformed and it became evident that she possessed no talent whatsoever in the field of magic. She couldn't cast an enchantment to save her life, never mind learning her clans extremely complex magics. Despite encouragement from her siblings and parents, she became an instant outcast from the clan. Labelled a failure who would be unable to achieve anything, Remliel was constantly assaulted by criticism from all sides, especially criticism from branch families.
Despite this, Remliel desperately tried to prove them wrong, not only to stop them from going at her, but also to prove to herself that she was not as useless as she said. Sadly, the only thing she was really good at was physical Reinforcement - a basic technique that helped you learn control asides strengthening you body, but ultimately tossed away for better spells. Still it was something she could do at least. So for the next coming years, she focused and poured everything into the one thing she was capable of: Strengthening her body. She would show the clan that there were other ways to become a powerful asset in battle, even if she couldn't utilize the high-end powerful spells they could.
In that time, Remliel discovered a secret to her ability, and realized that there was something more to what she could do. She has kept that as a closely guarded secret up until now.
Remliel was sent to Merlinus Academy both to further her education, and to get her away from the clan. She is extremely thankful for both.
Notable Items:
* One set of 1.8-ton barbels
* A really big first aid kit
* A great deal of clothes</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
"301, 301..." Erin said to herself as she walked down the hall towards the dorm rooms. "Here it is" she said when she reached the door and walked in, quickly noting the other beds. After she picked her bed she got to putting her clothes that she had bought away in the dresser by her bed. When Erin finished putting stuff away she sat down and continued reading her book while holding her rabbit in her lap.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Hearing someone enter the room, Leon sat up and saw mikkish "oh...hi mikkish" he said, when mikkish picked up his gun and asked about it he responded "yeah, that's mine, careful it's still loaded" he leaned back on his arms "know how to use one?"</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish spun the gun around like he saw in some cowboy flicks "Of course I know how t-"
BANG
A bullet went crashing through the window, the only one in the room, shattering it.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel huffed as she watched everyone leave. It looked like that fracas was over.
"Aah, whatever. Now what was I supposed to be doing again?" she asked herself. "Right, schedule and room number."
Hefting the nearly two ton weights over her shoulders along with her bag, Remliel proceeded to the counter to get her necessities. Afterwards she made her way up to her room. As soon as she got there, she pulled out her key to open it only to realize it was already opened. Oh goody, it looks like my roommates are already here, she thought.
ghost in black
Remliel swung the door with enough force to cause it to bang loudly against the wall.
"Heeelllloooooo~ roomy!" she announced cheerfully. She glanced at the only person in the room, Erin, and grinned. "Hey there, looks like we'll be roommates from now on, nice to meet ya~"</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Eris jumped at the sound of the door banging open and had almost pulled out her gun but refrained from doing so when she saw who it was. "Hi..." Erin said before she stood up and slowly walked over to the girl who had just entered and held out her hand, "my name is Erin, what's yours?" She said quietly.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel set down her things, the combined weight of which caused the floor to shudder in protest. Remliel stared at it with concern.
"Crap, I hope this thing is sturdier than it sounds," she commented. Turning to Erin, she grasped her hand and shook it firmly, though her grip was stronger than the average person, so it may have hurt a bit. "It's nice to meet ya! I'm Remliel. Here's to seeing if we can be friends!"</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Erin winced a bit at the strong grip Remliel had on her hand, "yes, I hope we can be good friends" Erin said as she slipped her hand out of the handshake, looked down at the floor, and stepped back from the area where Remliel had put her stuff down sitting back down on the bottom bunk of the bed holding her rabbit in her lap and started playing with its ears, flipping them up and down to the sounds of nothing. While she was doing this she heard another BANG that sounded like it came from the room next door.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David had been outside on account of the confusion of his room number, they seem all seemed to have gotten one but he'd somehow gotten turned around.
"You're in room 302." David heard Junior the sword sigh. "It says it right there on the sheet."
"Yeeeeeeah." David said running a hand through his hair. "But where could it be?"
"You might want to start by checking the building in front of you." Junior pointed out with a groaned.
"So you're saying the building in front of me?"
"Yes."
"That one." David pointed.
"I fucking hate y-"But before Junior could let a vulgar retort fly from its currently nonexistent lips, the demon's sharp senses picked up on something.
"Incoming danger!" He shouted. "Move! Now!"
David's eyes shifted around.
Danger?
That's the thing that normally hurts, right?
He gave a large childlike grin at his new fellow students and chirping birds. "I think you're wrong buddy.....everything seems pretty okiedoki-" Much like Junior did, David stopped midsentence.
Though this was mainly due to a bullet smashing into his skull after flying through the window of the dorm rooms they'd been arguing about, David's head snapped back.
The blue haired simpleton collapsed on to the now somewhat blood painted grass unmoving.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon threw his arms over his head as the gun went off, he looked back up after a second seeing that the window was shattered and turned to mikkish.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Her eyes glanced over the sheet of paper she held in her hand. She figured she would have a roommate, but three roommates? She hoped these rooms were bigger than they appeared to be. Her footsteps were long and rythmatic as she tread down the hallway that her room was suppose to be on- 301. Just as she reached for the doorknob a loud gun shot went off in the adjacent room. Finley walked to the door of room 302. She pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear if someone had been hurt.
She picked up her closed fist and gently knocked on the door. "Is- uhh- everyone okay?" she asked through the closed door to whomever may be inside. That was probably a dumb idea- knocking on a strange person's door whom obviously had a gun and ammunition. She decided being prepared for a fight might be a smart idea, in case the gun was pointed in her direction next. The blue flames took over her clentched fists as she stood back from the door silently.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Shit." Mikkish said, approaching the shattered window. Before he reached it, however, a knock came to the door. He was in trouble.
"Fuck!" Mikkish barked, but in a hushed voice. He turned to Leon "Hey it your gun, and considering we're on a school campus I would say you're in as bad a situation as me right now. I'm just sayin. I mean, do what you want, but I'm outta here." And with that, Mikkish knocked away the glass shards that might cut him, and jumped to the other side of the window, still clutching the the windowsill from the outside to stop from falling. He looked to see if there was anything he could grab onto to climb down safely, when he saw David's bleeding body laying in the grass.
"SHIT!!" Mikkish yelled, his fingers slipping from the shock, not of having killed a person, but of knowing he was probably in big trouble. Luckily (or maybe not) for Mikkish, he hit tree branches on the way down, which hurt, and the branches snapped, but it broke his fall enough so he didn't break any limbs. He did, however, twist his ankle when he hit the ground, so when he finally landed on the grass, he knelt on his knees, moaning with pain.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
after Mikkish jumped out the window Leon picked up his gun, put it back on the desk, and got up to see who was at the door. when he opened it he saw finley standing there "Hi, Finley"</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Erin got up and looked out the door to the sight of a girl standing in the hallway, 'Is she our roommate or theirs' she thought to herself as she peeked around the corner watching for what happened next.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Hey!" One of the students standing near David's collapsed body said, pointing at Mikkish "That's the guy who shot this dude." Immediately, several students speed dashed into Mikkish, holding him down, though its not like they needed to. He wasn't getting anywhere with his ankle out of shape.
They pinned him to the ground and started beating him. Their bare fists felt like blows from a baseball bat. Could it be they had magic similar to what Mikkish had?</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David slammed his fist into the grass his body shifting as he pushed himself off the ground, crimson leaking from his forehead.
The bullet that had hit him fell to the ground from split in his skull it had made. The bullet's top top smashed in……no doubt by David's wonderfully hard forehead.
He staggered to his feet.
"Wow....." He said his voice trailing off as he stumbled left and right. "That fly hit way....way....harder then my daddy does."
He down again to a knee. "Owie."</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel saw the new girl and gave her a wave, right before exiting the room to check out the commotion. Just a moment ago, she and pretty much everyone else had heard a gunshot ring through the dorm, followed shortly by shouts and the sound of a mob.
"Now what in the name of the Aeons is going on here," she muttered. Looking down towards the sound of the mob. There, she saw several students ganging up on a single dude.
"Oh hey now, that ain't fair!" she shouted outloud. She jumped straight down from her floor, no magic augmentation at all, and landed with a dull thud, looking completely fine, if a little excited and a bit annoyed. "No ganging up on one person! If you're going to beat him up do it fair and square!"
If they complied, she would leave them alone and probably ask why they were mugging him, if they refused, she would start a brawl right then and there. She was hoping they would say 'no'.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"What?" One of the students said, seeing this guy that had just got shot in the head...get up right off the ground and start talking like he was fine "Hey man, are you okay?" One asked, while the others let go of Mikkish.
As the students suddenly shifted their attention to the amazing David, Mikkish used what little healing magic he knew to fix his ankle. Small, faint ribbons of pink light swarmed his ankle, until the pain diminished significantly.
The students meanwhile ignored Remliel. They were too amazed and concerned by what happened to David.</s>
| <|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel's eyelid twitched in irritation. Okay, so they'd chosen a third option. That was fine and dandy and all, but it got on her damn nerves.
Still, now there was no reason to start a fight, and Remliel had built up all this steam for nothing. Grumbling, she approached Mikkish. "Oi, you okay?" she said, grabbing his arm and hefting up while supporting him. "Looks like you've got your ankle fixed all right. Was that healing magic?" she asked.</s> |
<|description|>Remliel Maion
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at exactly 143.5 centimeters in height, Remliel's figure is both shorter and contrastingly a bit fuller than the majority of girls her age, something she is very much conscious of and hides (although mostly for convenience rather than embarrassment) She has black hair that is long enough to reach a bit past her shoulders, where it is tied into a tight ponytail with a white ribbon. Remliel has carnelian red eyes and long, thing eyebrows. Her facial appearance asides, Remliel frequently wears long clothes to conceal her extremely muscular body. In a sense, her body is immensely beautiful to look at, but not in a sensual way - because of how she has trained and built her body, looking at her bared is similar to looking at a mountain; sturdy and majestic.
Personality: She is an energetic, wild girl that gives a hundred percent in whatever she does - sometimes she even goes above that. Remliel is blunt and straightforward and is utterly terrible at even trying to be subtle. Remliel, her goals aside, is a person who enjoys the simpler things in life. She dislikes being idle and similarly dislikes other people who are being lazy. She especially hates it if someone looks down on her. Remliel is a confident and passionate person with a very aggressive personality, and is also ultimately a very selfish person.
* Physical Buffing - (10)
* Existence Manipulation* - (1)
*requires a bit of an explanation.
* Physical Capabilities - (9)
* Hand-to-Hand Combat - (2)
* Perception - (4)
* Intuition - (6)
Remliel was born into a clan of mages. Her clan is a very big and very prominent one; naturally, children born from the main house are born with a lot of expectations. As the fifth child of the main branch head, Remliel naturally inherited those expectations - one of which was to be naturally proficient in the clans signature magic: Soul Magic. Her clan specialized in manipulating the soul, among other things.
When Remliel was four, however, tests were preformed and it became evident that she possessed no talent whatsoever in the field of magic. She couldn't cast an enchantment to save her life, never mind learning her clans extremely complex magics. Despite encouragement from her siblings and parents, she became an instant outcast from the clan. Labelled a failure who would be unable to achieve anything, Remliel was constantly assaulted by criticism from all sides, especially criticism from branch families.
Despite this, Remliel desperately tried to prove them wrong, not only to stop them from going at her, but also to prove to herself that she was not as useless as she said. Sadly, the only thing she was really good at was physical Reinforcement - a basic technique that helped you learn control asides strengthening you body, but ultimately tossed away for better spells. Still it was something she could do at least. So for the next coming years, she focused and poured everything into the one thing she was capable of: Strengthening her body. She would show the clan that there were other ways to become a powerful asset in battle, even if she couldn't utilize the high-end powerful spells they could.
In that time, Remliel discovered a secret to her ability, and realized that there was something more to what she could do. She has kept that as a closely guarded secret up until now.
Remliel was sent to Merlinus Academy both to further her education, and to get her away from the clan. She is extremely thankful for both.
Notable Items:
* One set of 1.8-ton barbels
* A really big first aid kit
* A great deal of clothes</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley nodded and smiled softly, "Maybe one day we can go target shooting," Finley said in a friendly tone before turning to go toward her room once again. She walked into the room to see some of her roommates were already there. She threw her bag on an empty bed before climbing onto the clean sheets and starting to pull out The parts to her sniper, cleaning them with a red cloth she took from her home.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Smiling, Leon said "Yeah, maybe" he closed the door after Finley left to her room. sighing, he laid back down on the bed and passed out as he had only had a little sleep in the past few day before getting to the academy.</s>
<|message|>Jack
-as i walked around the acdemy i find my room but i dont enter it i went exploring-</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru watched the events from a safe distance.
Certainly that David character was a troublesome one, to make him an enemy would be a bad idea.
But she was bored. Besides it could help her to gauge something.
Exactly how far could these monsters reach?
The girl sighed as she entered into scene only to visualize the feat of the girl named Remliel.
"What's up with that abnormal strenght you two have? Are you even humans?" Asked the girl as the trucks halves flied against David. She made sure to always keep a safe distance.
From beneath her feet her own shadow moved through the surfaces, as people were worried they didn't noticed her movement. Also, because it was a shadow it was easily ignored which she accounted as an advantage.
Dark Magic, it had several applications, strong sorcerers could use it to play with the darkness and night, someone weak as Hikaru could at most manipulate shadows, she was unnable to control other's shadows. Yet that was enough.
Before anyone could notice it, the shadow split into four halves and crawled to David's legs and arms all in the instant the truck was about to reach its target.
"Dark bind..." mumbled the girl. Weak as she was she could not bind someone for a long period of time, but she expected it to be enough to let the guy be crashed.
And if he dies?.... Who cares? It won't be my fault, that girl will suffer the blame for sure... Perhaps that would be even better. One monster dies, the other is rejected. Both would be a trouble for me anyway...
That'll give me some fun I guess thought without revealing her inner smile</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Eris moved back from the door quickly when she saw the girl walking towards the door and jumped on the bed holding her rabbit tight to her chest and every once in a while would look up at the window of the room or at the girl until she finally built up the courage to say something, "Ummm.... Hi, You must be one of the other roommates that was assigned here right?" she said before hearing more noises coming from outside, 'What are they doing now?' she thought as she got up and looked out the window to see two halves of a car get thrown.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley smiled softly at the girl as she anapped the last part of her sniper in place. She wiped the gun down once again as she spoke, "Yes, I guess were roommates now. I'm Finley, but you can call me Fin-" She snapped her head toward the window as the commotion ensued. Curiosity won and Finley slipped off her bed and walked to the window to look down upon the fight.
When she noticed the two halves of the car tumbling quickly toward David she looked for the source they had come from. The girl she had gotten in an arguement with earlier was standing there from the direction in which the vehicle was rolling from. David wasn't moving, the vehicle would surely strike him. She focused on the two halves, her energy leaving her body in attempt to keep the tumbling contraptions from crushing him. She poured all her energy into stopping the metal death traps before they collided with David in hopes it would work.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Raising his arms over his face, Mikkish darted, appearing to change shape to a dark blur moving at bullet speeds, right into both halves. Mikkish made a direct hit on the first, and the first flew off course and knocked into the other half. Both halves wound up on the ground. Neither touched David, though that's not to say it would have done much if they had.
"Hey! The kids retarded. Its not right!" Mikkish said to Remliel "I appreciate you stepping in to help me, not saying I don't. And I gotta say, you're pretty incredible. So is he." This was unlike Mikkish. He didn't actually care, and in fact probably would have been more amused to let them fight each other, but the fact was it was probably a dangerous place, this island, to have people who could increase their strength, start fires, and god knows what else. Plus, Mikkish doubted that just because people knew magic, the island was different from any other place. There were ghettos and drug dens probably, just like anywhere else. Hell, the bus took them through such an area. Fact is, he needed to make connections fast. And it would be most convenient to friend these two, Remliel and David. They all came on in the boat. He probably wasn't on good terms with Leon, having fired off his gun and wasted one of his bullets. Mikkish hoped the guy wasn't gonna blow his face off next time they saw each other.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
He should have moved, could HAVE moved but Junior had instructed him clearly, that he should catch it……catch it with his mouth. That sounded fun, slobber was drooping down from his lower lip at the sheer epicness of playing catch with his teeth.
Maybe he'd even get a cool nickname like DD.
David Dog or Dog David.....ooooooooooh OR MAYBE SOMETHING FANCY! Like David THE Dog. He opened his mouth wide but frowned once he noticed his arms and legs were being restrained by....BY....BLACK THINGS!!!
Then his frown only deepened once the two pieces of cars came to a halt just at his feet, like they'd been forcibly stopped. "Awwwwww....WHAT HAPPENED!?" He snorted. He growled concentrating on Hikaru's binds.
It took several moments before of thrashing and pulling before he managed to tear the binds off of himself. "This stuff sure is sticky." He said sticking out his tongue.
"I know about the sticky white stuff but this black stuff, does the black stuff come out of the other end?" He asked viciously yanking his right leg up to break the leg binds.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"......" Mikkish stood there a moment, staring at David, a disturbed look on his face "Come on, dude. Nobody needs to hear about that." Mikkish said, looking around for whoever was responsible for the black stuff, but being that he was not skilled enough with telepathy, and he wasn't very attentive at times, he had no clue it had been Hikaru.
"Who has the black stuff magic? Cut it out." Mikkish ordered.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel snarled at Mikkish. "So just because he's a friggin' retard means it's okay for him to try and kill me!? Screw that! I don't care how brain-damaged he is, if he wants a fight then I'll be more than glad to give him one!"
She was just about to make good on her word, when she witnessed David being bound by dark, slimy things. Her face crumpled into a disgusted grimace as she listened to David. "Eugh, gods you're disgusting. All the more reason to beat the shit out of you I suppose. Now . . ."
The short girl looked around. Letting her intuition decide for her, she stared pointedly at Hikaru. "Hey, girl, you've made a good impression on me so far, so don't screw it up now," she said audibly. Why did she decide it was Hikaru? One really compelling reason was that she was the only one that was actively keeping a safe distance away. Everyone else was either trying to get closer or get farther, but she just stood there. Another reason was that her expression was too relaxed. Everyone else was shocked or panicked or annoyed, but not her. "Release scrambled-egg for brains here, unless you're wanting to join the fight too, then don't blame me if I go after you next."</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish turned to look at whoever Remliel was talking to. It was the same "badass" girl from the boat. The one with long red hair, and an air of mystery about her. Mikkish might have been stuck there, staring at Hikaru if it wasn't for the mob of students snapping him back to reality.
"Those two are trying to kill a mental handicap. Lets kick their ass!" One of them yelled, referring to Remliel and Mikkish as the targets of their assault.
"This will be fun." Mikkish muttered to himself.
He dashed into a guy, too fast for the guy to realize what was happening, and punched him so hard he went flying head first into a large tree. Like a pinball, Mikkish dashed immediately away from the student he knocked out and at his next victim. This one was more prepared, but it made little difference. He was also knowledgeable in physical buff as well as how to fist fight, and after a lightning quick exchange of heavy blows, much like you might see in Dragon Ball Z, the student crashed to the ground, kicking up dirt. Before Mikkish could dash off to his next victim, however, he discovered his legs, knee down, were encased in solid ice. Despite the heat, it was so strong, Mikkish struggled to break free despite his own physical buff knowledge. It was clearly the work of an ice mage among the student mob, probably one more experienced than Mikkish, Remliel, David, or any of the new group of students.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Just as Finley was trying to stop the thrown vehicle Mikkish stepped in. She pulled her energy back in and took a deep breath, glad that he stepped in when he did. She watched the conversation ensue. Someone knew black magic? The red haired girl? Her eyes danced over the faces of the four gifted beings. Watching them made a smirk pull at the corner of her full lips.
She was lost in thought when the first student attacked Mikkish. Surely one of the others down there would help. The group of newcomers she had arrived with were sure making a name for themselves- she thought silently as she stood next to her new roommate she had just met. Finley looked down to see Mikkish have his eggs encompassed in ice. She didn't know of she could help, what if she burned him? She should just stay here. She was sure 3rd degree burns would hurt much worse than a few bruises from getting punched or kicked.</s>
| <|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel grinned. Here was the fight! Hopefully it wouldn't get interrupted this time. She looked around at her opponents there were a lot of them, some probably had some abilities that would give her trouble. The frist thing to do was to make sure they stuck together then.
She eyed Mikkish as he got caught in an ice trap. She frowned for a moment, and wondered were he fit i here, before deciding that if he wanted to fight, then he might as well join her!
Remliel tore out the ground from underneath him. The ice was still around his legs, but there was nothing keeping him from moving any longer.
"You're welcome to join if ya want, big guy, just don't get in my way!" she exclaimed, before jumping into the ground of students, swinging her fist in a wide arc.</s> |
<|description|>Remliel Maion
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at exactly 143.5 centimeters in height, Remliel's figure is both shorter and contrastingly a bit fuller than the majority of girls her age, something she is very much conscious of and hides (although mostly for convenience rather than embarrassment) She has black hair that is long enough to reach a bit past her shoulders, where it is tied into a tight ponytail with a white ribbon. Remliel has carnelian red eyes and long, thing eyebrows. Her facial appearance asides, Remliel frequently wears long clothes to conceal her extremely muscular body. In a sense, her body is immensely beautiful to look at, but not in a sensual way - because of how she has trained and built her body, looking at her bared is similar to looking at a mountain; sturdy and majestic.
Personality: She is an energetic, wild girl that gives a hundred percent in whatever she does - sometimes she even goes above that. Remliel is blunt and straightforward and is utterly terrible at even trying to be subtle. Remliel, her goals aside, is a person who enjoys the simpler things in life. She dislikes being idle and similarly dislikes other people who are being lazy. She especially hates it if someone looks down on her. Remliel is a confident and passionate person with a very aggressive personality, and is also ultimately a very selfish person.
* Physical Buffing - (10)
* Existence Manipulation* - (1)
*requires a bit of an explanation.
* Physical Capabilities - (9)
* Hand-to-Hand Combat - (2)
* Perception - (4)
* Intuition - (6)
Remliel was born into a clan of mages. Her clan is a very big and very prominent one; naturally, children born from the main house are born with a lot of expectations. As the fifth child of the main branch head, Remliel naturally inherited those expectations - one of which was to be naturally proficient in the clans signature magic: Soul Magic. Her clan specialized in manipulating the soul, among other things.
When Remliel was four, however, tests were preformed and it became evident that she possessed no talent whatsoever in the field of magic. She couldn't cast an enchantment to save her life, never mind learning her clans extremely complex magics. Despite encouragement from her siblings and parents, she became an instant outcast from the clan. Labelled a failure who would be unable to achieve anything, Remliel was constantly assaulted by criticism from all sides, especially criticism from branch families.
Despite this, Remliel desperately tried to prove them wrong, not only to stop them from going at her, but also to prove to herself that she was not as useless as she said. Sadly, the only thing she was really good at was physical Reinforcement - a basic technique that helped you learn control asides strengthening you body, but ultimately tossed away for better spells. Still it was something she could do at least. So for the next coming years, she focused and poured everything into the one thing she was capable of: Strengthening her body. She would show the clan that there were other ways to become a powerful asset in battle, even if she couldn't utilize the high-end powerful spells they could.
In that time, Remliel discovered a secret to her ability, and realized that there was something more to what she could do. She has kept that as a closely guarded secret up until now.
Remliel was sent to Merlinus Academy both to further her education, and to get her away from the clan. She is extremely thankful for both.
Notable Items:
* One set of 1.8-ton barbels
* A really big first aid kit
* A great deal of clothes</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Hey!" Mikkish shouted in the direction of his neighbors, loud enough his other roommates could probably hear "Shut the fuck up!" Seriously, whoever it was, they didn't need to work out at 5am. It was a free day later on anyway. Plus, Mikkish had stayed up pretty late the night before, passing a blunt around a circle of other students he didn't know.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel paused at 80 and looked back when Mikkish's voice reached her. She tossed the huge dumbbell into the air and shouted back even louder: "MAKE ME!"
With that, Remliel went back to lifting weights. Seriously, don't tell her to shut up when you're being loud as well!</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon woke up and made to get up out of his bed only to fall of the top bunk to the floor, he must have accidentally teleported up in the middle of the night. he started walking out when he stopped by the dresser and looked at it realizing his sword and pistol weren't there, looking around none of his roommates stuff was here in fact...he opened the door and looked at the number 202...
he hadn't teleported up...he had teleported strait down into the top bunk of the room below...</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Man, fuck you!" Mikkish yelled back. He looked around for a moment, noticing Leon was missing but not caring too much, or in other words, not caring at all.
He got up, sleep deprived, and went to the cafeteria located on the first floor of the dorms to find some coffee. He flicked the light on to see where his stuff was before walking out, left the light on, and even shut the door pretty hard, and he didn't consider, not once, that it may wake one of his new rommmates. Wow, what a prick.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I stretched and held my stomach when I heard it growling. "Ah... I should probably get something to eat." I thought, I hopped off of the bunk bed. "But first... a shower." I thought, I grabbed some clothing and some toiletries and headed to the showers, getting in and out in a few minutes. Then I returned everything to my room, grabbed my Beginner's Alchemy book and headed down to the cafeteria to get some breakfast.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Looking around the cafeteria, it didn't seem all too much different than an ordinary high school cafeteria back in the "average world." It was kind of like a buffet, and not buffet-style, but truly an eat-all-you-want buffet. There were three coffee pots for the students in the cafeteria. It was actually quite different if you were expecting an ordinary lunch cafe. But what was ordinary was that despite the spell flinging, the oversized animals, and the Harry Potter-esq "secret magical school" deal, it looked like it would fit perfectly in the world most of the students were from.
Mikkish grumpily snatched a coffee cup from a stack of them, filled it with the darkest thing he found, then got a plate and just began to pile and pile food without shame, though not without carefully making sure to pick food that was exactly as he wanted it. From the bacon platter, he chose only the soggiest. From the donuts tray, he picked the freshest looking. He did his best to get as much cheese from the cheesy-egg tray, until it seemed like his number one goal had been to steal ALL of the cheese. He did this without even contemplating if the place truly worked like a buffet, or if he would be charged for all he was taking, or if it was rude of him to take only, and ALL of the fresh batch of donuts.
He sat down, a bit of egg spilling off his plate, and watched a few scantily clad girls walk past.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I walked into the cafeteria and saw how it was set up. I didn't know whether or not I'd have to pay, so it would be safe to take small portions. Not that I'd take huge portions anyway if I could. I mean just because one could act like a glutton doesn't mean one should act like a glutton. I walked up to the buffet and grabbed some freshly cut fruit, a pancake, a few strips of bacon, some eggs with cheese, and a glass of milk. I walked to the back corner of the cafeteria and took a seat at an empty table and began to eat in silence.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel finished her workout. With an exhausted huff, she hauled her things back to her room, were her dorm mate was still sleeping. She took a quick shower and headed for the canteen. The girl piled food on top of each other, and the tray was filled with enough food to feed four people.
"Food after a workout is the best~!" she exlaimed happily, while munching down on a strip of spam and eggs.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Hey man." Mikkish said to Joe as he walked up to Joe's table "Didn't we come on the same boat?" Mikkish asked this through a mouth full of pancake. "How ya like this island so far?"</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked up from my food at the boy that approached my table. "O-oh yes, I remember, we share a dorm room as well." I said, I looked down at the table nervously. I wasn't quite sure why he had come up to me. Most people in my town tended to ignore me or insult me. "Um... it's really nice... and it's really cool that we're learning magic... O-Oh, uh... I forgot to introduce myself, please forgive me! I'm Joseph Hikari Nobunaga, b-but you can just call me Joe." I said, looking back at him.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"My name's Mikkish. Mikkish Callanhad, but Callanhad is from my douchebag adoptive father. Just call me Mikkish." Mikkish looked around as he sat at the table "This is some crazy shit, a magic school, its like harry potter without all the god damn British."
He paused for a minute, looking off at a girl in short jean shorts and a short shirt exposing her midriff "Damn, there some hot babes at this school."</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Y-Yeah... b-but it's really cool..." I said quietly, shifting a bit nervously. What was he going to do...? I looked up at him when he mentioned the 'hot babes'. "Er... yeah... I guess... if you're into that kind of thing..." I said, looking to the side. Though, I wasn't the least interested in women, I didn't want to contradict him and possibly alienate him, but I didn't want to lie either... hopefully he wasn't paying much attention.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Ya kidding me?" Mikkish said, in response to "If you're into that kind of thing." What else was there to be into than hot babes? "Ok, I will admit, she is a little flat in the upper body, but that ass..." Mikkish looked around, noticing a shorter, thicker girl than the last "Alright, how about her? Shes real nice." Mikkish said, holding his hand out in front of his chest to mimic boobs.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I shifted uncomfortably and looked to the side, I had the feeling that he'd take very well to the idea of a guy liking another guy... "I don't think these women would like you talking about them in such a way..." I said, it was quite disrespectful... and I would really rather get off of this topic.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Pfft, come on, man. It aint never stopped me. Not like they can hear us anyway. What are you, gay?" Mikkish asked, not really considering that Joe might be gay, just maybe a little beta. "Come on, man. Lighten up. We got magic. We in a college. Just chillen."</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
"Er... they have ears... so they could potentially hear us, furthermore, we're in a room with people with supernatural powers, at least one of them has to have something to enhance their senses... so... yeah... they probably can hear you. Furthermore... I'm just really uncomfortable with this topic of conversation." I said quietly, looking to the side. Yeah... not a good time to be honest with him, especially since I'll be living with him.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"...bored..." Mumbled Hikaru to herself with an open book in hands. Lazily she stood up and decided to grab a snack and take a bit of fresh air.
A few minutes later.
Mikkish found his body being propelled like a doll as his left side received a brutal impact.
Hikaru's legs pressed strongly against his ribs as she jumped to land a drop kick on him and threw him away from the scene. A weak girl like her wouldn't have that much strenght, hence she enchanted her boots to force a vector upon Mikkish's body.
After she landed in the floor, Hikaru quickly stood up and cleaned her pants, fixed her hair and said to Joe.
"Hello! Joe Hikari right? What a strange coincidence meeting you here. How are you?"</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish dive rolled as he flew, to avoid the pain of hitting the ground. 'Alright, I guess she heard me.' Mikkish thought.
"I wasn't even talking about you, bitch!" Mikkish yelled at Hikaru</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked at Hikaru shocked as she suddenly dive kicked Mikkish out of his seat. I didn't know whether to feel grateful for her rescuing me from that uncomfortable conversation, or if I should chastise her for attacking Mikkish. "Uh... h-hey Hikaru... I-I'm alright..." I said, rubbing the back of my head nervously. I then turned to Mikkish. "You okay?" I asked, getting up and offering him my hand to help him up.</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
"Hey! Don't mind the guy" said Hikaru lowering Joe's hand.
"I mean, a girl fixes herself just to spontaneously initiate a conversation with you. Shouldn't you be more focused on that?" Asked Hikaru while making an effort to put her most "adorable" face.</s>
| <|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel's head perked up. The sound of crashing and shouting called to her~!
"Is that a fight I'm hearing?" she yelled from across her table. "Because if it is, put it on hold and give me a few minutes to finish breakfast, then we can fight!"
Can't fight on an empty stomach, after all.</s> |
<|description|>Erin Myotski
Age: 15
Appearance:
Stands at 4'5"
Personality: Likes to keep to herself and study most of the time. She is quite shy around new people but opens up to be a talkative person. Acts older than she actually is. Loves anyone who gives her candy and is Super smart. If she is away from her stuffed rabbit too long she will have a nervous breakdown and act like a traumatic experience has just occurred opting to curl up into a ball in a corner and either cry or just hide.
Magic:
Gravity magic: 8
Remote Teleportation: 2
Non-Magical Combat:
Sidearms (heavy pistols): 5
Hand to hand(MMA): 3
Knifes: 2
Support Skills:
Balance: 3
Calculations: 4
Guitar: 3
History: comes from a long line of killers and mafia but instead of practicing her physical skills she studied magic instead, and payed the price for not being good enough as evidenced by the multiple scars that cover her body and her eye patch.Erin was hopeless in learning her family fighting style and was always berated, beaten, and almost killed for it so She came to the school to get away from it all and study on her own free will and time.
Notable Items:
carries a Deagle around in a side holster
Black and blue acustic guitar
The rabbit in the picture is never far from her.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I looked over at the four arguing with each other... I knew I couldn't do anything to calm them down... but... those three could be injured, I mean... did the bus driver get off in time? If he didn't, there's a great chance he could have gotten hurt, and the two that were fighting were definitely injured horribly. I rushed downstairs, dragging my luggage behind me, my unstrung bow grasped in my free hand, and my archery bag slung around my shoulder, still open. I tried to ascertain the condition of the two women that had transformed and the bus driver.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Breathing heavily, the bus driver stumbled out of the crashed bus. He looked around momentarily, before his mortified expression turned to one of joy!
"Yes! Fuck you, bus! Now I have an excuse to quit!" He yelled, walking off "Time to go pursue my novelist career."
"Well what the fuck was that?" Mikkish yelled, rushing up to the girls who were hit. They had both turned back into their human forms, and lay horribly injured.
But before Mikkish, Joe, or anyone else could really get a look at them, men who looked to be doctors or at least have some medical profession pushed past everyone and started telling everyone to back off. This went on until there was a good sized gap between the medics and the crowds of students.
"Ya know man, you really ought to quite making up excuses about some 'voice in your head.' You cost me money!" Mikkish snapped at David, as the student who was handling the money for the wagers was now nowhere in sight.
"Alright! Everyone inside! Everyone inside now!" A tall man, part of the staff of the school yelled.
Mikkish sighed angrily. 'Damn 15 bucks well spent.' He thought, before walking off to the school building.</s>
<|message|>Joseph Hikari Nobunaga (Ordinarily goes by Joe.)
I blinked a few times as I watched the bus driver get up and walk away. "Well... I guess it ended well for him..." I thought. I reluctantly backed away when the paramedics arrived and flinched when a member of the school's staff yelled at us. "Well... first day and I've already made a bad impression on someone." I thought. I placed my bow back into its case and zipped it up, then grabbed my suitcase and walked inside.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley walked through the building, eyeing everything in sight as of she was studying it for an exam. She touched the walls and looked down at the floors. A part of her wishes to take a picture of the beautiful interior, but Finley no longer possessed a camera- she was forced to sell it to earn more money for travel fees coming here. She felt bad for poor David, even of he did do something completely wrong. She remembered their conversation on the bus- he was kind hearted, just a very, very confused male. Finley ran a hand height her short raven hair and slowly took steps forward, tuning her attention back toward taking in her surroundings.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
They were brought in so as not to be in the medic's way. Other than that, they were free to do as they wished. Mikkish' first incentive was to go up to the counter and get his room number so he could put all his luggage away.
"Hey, my name is Mikkish Callanhad. I am here to get my room number." Mikkish said
A few minutes later, he was assigned room number 302 in the campus dorms, which he had not seen yet.
"Alright, now where do I register for classes?" Mikkish asked the woman at the counter.
"You can talk to a counselor first if you want." The lady asked
"Like I want to go through all that. I have a pretty good idea of what classes I want."
"Alright, well..." The woman typed on her keyboard, focused on a computer screen that was turned away from Mikkish. "How many classes would you like to take, because there are five that are mandatory for any student."
"I will go ahead and do...I dunno, I will just do those five and get em over with."
After a few more minutes, Mikkish had his schedule. Intro to Magical Studies, Intro to Soul Studies, Sparring, Biology & Applied Magic (both one class) and Basic Zoology were the required classes, as well as the classes on Mikkish' schedule. Classes wouldn't start for a couple days so Mikkish had time to get familiar with the island...and maybe meet some ladies.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
after getting his schedule for mandatory classes and his assigned dorm, room 302, Leon grabbed a list of other classes to look over them later, for now he went strait to the room. When he got there he put his rapier and pistol down on a desk and laid back on his bunk, seeing four other bunks he guessed there was going to be four other students assigned to this room with him.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish then immediately marched to the dorm building, across a paved path which cut through a courtyard where students were hanging around, studying, chatting, and one guy was even practicing pickup routines.
The actual dorm building looked amazing from the outside. It looked more like an old mansion than a simple dorm building. It stood 4 stories tall, not including any basement, and was southern style.
When Mikkish made his way up to his room, however, he saw the place wasn't too roomy. Two bunk beds stood, crammed into a little room with two dressers also packed in, leaving only enough room to in between the bunk beds and between the dressers and bunk beds. And a guy from the trip here had already taken a bed.
"Oh, wassup, Leon?" Mikkish asked, kind of disappointed in the cramped up space. The trailer he used to live in was...well, a fucking trailer in a fucking trailer park full of druggies and "gangsta" wannabes, but at least it had more room than this.
Of course, Mikkish quickly forgot about that when he saw a gun sitting on the table.
"Dude!" Mikkish said, picking up the revolver "This yours?" He said, cocking it. He loved guns, though he was never formally trained with them.</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
"301, 301..." Erin said to herself as she walked down the hall towards the dorm rooms. "Here it is" she said when she reached the door and walked in, quickly noting the other beds. After she picked her bed she got to putting her clothes that she had bought away in the dresser by her bed. When Erin finished putting stuff away she sat down and continued reading her book while holding her rabbit in her lap.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Hearing someone enter the room, Leon sat up and saw mikkish "oh...hi mikkish" he said, when mikkish picked up his gun and asked about it he responded "yeah, that's mine, careful it's still loaded" he leaned back on his arms "know how to use one?"</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
Mikkish spun the gun around like he saw in some cowboy flicks "Of course I know how t-"
BANG
A bullet went crashing through the window, the only one in the room, shattering it.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel huffed as she watched everyone leave. It looked like that fracas was over.
"Aah, whatever. Now what was I supposed to be doing again?" she asked herself. "Right, schedule and room number."
Hefting the nearly two ton weights over her shoulders along with her bag, Remliel proceeded to the counter to get her necessities. Afterwards she made her way up to her room. As soon as she got there, she pulled out her key to open it only to realize it was already opened. Oh goody, it looks like my roommates are already here, she thought.
ghost in black
Remliel swung the door with enough force to cause it to bang loudly against the wall.
"Heeelllloooooo~ roomy!" she announced cheerfully. She glanced at the only person in the room, Erin, and grinned. "Hey there, looks like we'll be roommates from now on, nice to meet ya~"</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Eris jumped at the sound of the door banging open and had almost pulled out her gun but refrained from doing so when she saw who it was. "Hi..." Erin said before she stood up and slowly walked over to the girl who had just entered and held out her hand, "my name is Erin, what's yours?" She said quietly.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel set down her things, the combined weight of which caused the floor to shudder in protest. Remliel stared at it with concern.
"Crap, I hope this thing is sturdier than it sounds," she commented. Turning to Erin, she grasped her hand and shook it firmly, though her grip was stronger than the average person, so it may have hurt a bit. "It's nice to meet ya! I'm Remliel. Here's to seeing if we can be friends!"</s>
<|message|>Erin Myotski
Erin winced a bit at the strong grip Remliel had on her hand, "yes, I hope we can be good friends" Erin said as she slipped her hand out of the handshake, looked down at the floor, and stepped back from the area where Remliel had put her stuff down sitting back down on the bottom bunk of the bed holding her rabbit in her lap and started playing with its ears, flipping them up and down to the sounds of nothing. While she was doing this she heard another BANG that sounded like it came from the room next door.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David had been outside on account of the confusion of his room number, they seem all seemed to have gotten one but he'd somehow gotten turned around.
"You're in room 302." David heard Junior the sword sigh. "It says it right there on the sheet."
"Yeeeeeeah." David said running a hand through his hair. "But where could it be?"
"You might want to start by checking the building in front of you." Junior pointed out with a groaned.
"So you're saying the building in front of me?"
"Yes."
"That one." David pointed.
"I fucking hate y-"But before Junior could let a vulgar retort fly from its currently nonexistent lips, the demon's sharp senses picked up on something.
"Incoming danger!" He shouted. "Move! Now!"
David's eyes shifted around.
Danger?
That's the thing that normally hurts, right?
He gave a large childlike grin at his new fellow students and chirping birds. "I think you're wrong buddy.....everything seems pretty okiedoki-" Much like Junior did, David stopped midsentence.
Though this was mainly due to a bullet smashing into his skull after flying through the window of the dorm rooms they'd been arguing about, David's head snapped back.
The blue haired simpleton collapsed on to the now somewhat blood painted grass unmoving.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon threw his arms over his head as the gun went off, he looked back up after a second seeing that the window was shattered and turned to mikkish.</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Her eyes glanced over the sheet of paper she held in her hand. She figured she would have a roommate, but three roommates? She hoped these rooms were bigger than they appeared to be. Her footsteps were long and rythmatic as she tread down the hallway that her room was suppose to be on- 301. Just as she reached for the doorknob a loud gun shot went off in the adjacent room. Finley walked to the door of room 302. She pressed her ear to the door, trying to hear if someone had been hurt.
She picked up her closed fist and gently knocked on the door. "Is- uhh- everyone okay?" she asked through the closed door to whomever may be inside. That was probably a dumb idea- knocking on a strange person's door whom obviously had a gun and ammunition. She decided being prepared for a fight might be a smart idea, in case the gun was pointed in her direction next. The blue flames took over her clentched fists as she stood back from the door silently.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Shit." Mikkish said, approaching the shattered window. Before he reached it, however, a knock came to the door. He was in trouble.
"Fuck!" Mikkish barked, but in a hushed voice. He turned to Leon "Hey it your gun, and considering we're on a school campus I would say you're in as bad a situation as me right now. I'm just sayin. I mean, do what you want, but I'm outta here." And with that, Mikkish knocked away the glass shards that might cut him, and jumped to the other side of the window, still clutching the the windowsill from the outside to stop from falling. He looked to see if there was anything he could grab onto to climb down safely, when he saw David's bleeding body laying in the grass.
"SHIT!!" Mikkish yelled, his fingers slipping from the shock, not of having killed a person, but of knowing he was probably in big trouble. Luckily (or maybe not) for Mikkish, he hit tree branches on the way down, which hurt, and the branches snapped, but it broke his fall enough so he didn't break any limbs. He did, however, twist his ankle when he hit the ground, so when he finally landed on the grass, he knelt on his knees, moaning with pain.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
after Mikkish jumped out the window Leon picked up his gun, put it back on the desk, and got up to see who was at the door. when he opened it he saw finley standing there "Hi, Finley"</s>
| <|message|>Erin Myotski
Erin got up and looked out the door to the sight of a girl standing in the hallway, 'Is she our roommate or theirs' she thought to herself as she peeked around the corner watching for what happened next.</s> |
<|description|>Erin Myotski
Age: 15
Appearance:
Stands at 4'5"
Personality: Likes to keep to herself and study most of the time. She is quite shy around new people but opens up to be a talkative person. Acts older than she actually is. Loves anyone who gives her candy and is Super smart. If she is away from her stuffed rabbit too long she will have a nervous breakdown and act like a traumatic experience has just occurred opting to curl up into a ball in a corner and either cry or just hide.
Magic:
Gravity magic: 8
Remote Teleportation: 2
Non-Magical Combat:
Sidearms (heavy pistols): 5
Hand to hand(MMA): 3
Knifes: 2
Support Skills:
Balance: 3
Calculations: 4
Guitar: 3
History: comes from a long line of killers and mafia but instead of practicing her physical skills she studied magic instead, and payed the price for not being good enough as evidenced by the multiple scars that cover her body and her eye patch.Erin was hopeless in learning her family fighting style and was always berated, beaten, and almost killed for it so She came to the school to get away from it all and study on her own free will and time.
Notable Items:
carries a Deagle around in a side holster
Black and blue acustic guitar
The rabbit in the picture is never far from her.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David slammed his fist into the grass his body shifting as he pushed himself off the ground, crimson leaking from his forehead.
The bullet that had hit him fell to the ground from split in his skull it had made. The bullet's top top smashed in……no doubt by David's wonderfully hard forehead.
He staggered to his feet.
"Wow....." He said his voice trailing off as he stumbled left and right. "That fly hit way....way....harder then my daddy does."
He down again to a knee. "Owie."</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel saw the new girl and gave her a wave, right before exiting the room to check out the commotion. Just a moment ago, she and pretty much everyone else had heard a gunshot ring through the dorm, followed shortly by shouts and the sound of a mob.
"Now what in the name of the Aeons is going on here," she muttered. Looking down towards the sound of the mob. There, she saw several students ganging up on a single dude.
"Oh hey now, that ain't fair!" she shouted outloud. She jumped straight down from her floor, no magic augmentation at all, and landed with a dull thud, looking completely fine, if a little excited and a bit annoyed. "No ganging up on one person! If you're going to beat him up do it fair and square!"
If they complied, she would leave them alone and probably ask why they were mugging him, if they refused, she would start a brawl right then and there. She was hoping they would say 'no'.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"What?" One of the students said, seeing this guy that had just got shot in the head...get up right off the ground and start talking like he was fine "Hey man, are you okay?" One asked, while the others let go of Mikkish.
As the students suddenly shifted their attention to the amazing David, Mikkish used what little healing magic he knew to fix his ankle. Small, faint ribbons of pink light swarmed his ankle, until the pain diminished significantly.
The students meanwhile ignored Remliel. They were too amazed and concerned by what happened to David.</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel's eyelid twitched in irritation. Okay, so they'd chosen a third option. That was fine and dandy and all, but it got on her damn nerves.
Still, now there was no reason to start a fight, and Remliel had built up all this steam for nothing. Grumbling, she approached Mikkish. "Oi, you okay?" she said, grabbing his arm and hefting up while supporting him. "Looks like you've got your ankle fixed all right. Was that healing magic?" she asked.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Yeah, that was healing magic..." Mikkish said to the girl that approached him, yet stared at the guy who pointed him out with a vengeful glare "And this is ass kicking magic." He said, speed dashing at the guy, and punching him with so much force, it dislocated his shoulder. Mikkish' attack came out of nowhere, and the kid who caused the mob to attack Mikkish didn't know what hit him, even now that he was on the ground, yelling with pain about what Mikkish just did.
But before Mikkish took the time to brag, or call the kid a princess, a pussyshit, or some other form of vulgar insult, he couldn't help but wonder...how the fuck was David now standing there, after being shot in the head?
"Are you for real, dude?" Mikkish was truly beginning to wonder what the deal was with David. A super strength retard? Well yeah, how else could a retard get into a college like this one? The guy didn't look very muscular. It was obviously magic. But carrying a tiger around...and surviving a bullet to the head? Unreal.</s>
<|message|>Mikkish Callanhad
"Hey, what the fuck? You just hit Pete!" A girl yelled at Remliel, blaming Rem for what Mikkish had just done. Looks like the others were too dumb to notice it had been Mikkish, as the rest of the group began to approach Remliel menacingly. How dare she hurt their friend?</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel was busy looking at Mikkish, her mouth slightly open. That . . . that cheating bastard! She wanted to do that! And she even made sure there would be a reason for it and all that crap, that way, no one would be able to blame her! Then this guy just ups and punches someone, and . . .
Wait . . .
It was at this moment that Remliel realized that the mob was now glowering at her, looking considerably angry. Oh you've got to be kidding me, she thought, then she decided, 'whatever, it's better than nothing' and gave a cheeky smile. "And if I did hit him? What're you guys gonna do about it?"</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley half-smiled at Leon, "Oh, Hi Leon. I was going to my room when I heard a gun fire. Is everything okay?" Finley let the flames slowly die and her fists released and softly rested at her sides. Just as the words came from her mouth the noisy commotion coming from the broken window behind Leon caught her attention. What was going on down there? It sounded like fighting and yelling- oh great more fights. Finley looked back to Leon with her ocean blue eyes softly, "I didn't mean to be nosey, just concerned," Finley said with a small shrug of her narrow shoulders and a gentle smile.</s>
<|message|>David Sinclair
David nodded at Mikkish wiping his bloody head with his bare forearm. "Yeah I think I'm pretty real." He said. "I thiiiiiiink." He frowned. "It sure would be weird if I wasn't real!"
David groaned, pain shooting through his head, that bullet had done its best to give his rock like a head a fracture.....whatever a fracture was but smart people in white coats used it.
"What kinda fly hit me?" David asked.
"It wasn't a fly you moron, you were fucking shot. I shouldn't of warned you either in fact I should of told you to open your fucking mouth and let your brains explode."
"Well that's not very nice Junior." David seemingly talking to nobody.
"Of course its not nice I'm a fucking demon!
"OMG!" David said. "Just like OMG! That is the CUUUUUUUUUUTEST NICKNAME LIKE EVEEEEEEER! David and demon! Daemon can be our official couple name."
Our what!?
"I don't know but I know people really like fusing the names of people when they like each other like mommy's and daddy's do." David looked at Mikkish after speaking to Junior.
"But yeah I'm pretty real." He looked over at Remliel. "Mikkish! The mean girl who yelled at me earlier is in trouble...." David knew....David knew this was the chance to prove himself.
"I'm gonna save her." David said.
He'd need to consult Junior for this.
"What should I do?" David asked.
Why do you even care?
"Well she'll probably be nice to me if I save her." David said. "I like it when girls are nice to me."
"Oh well then I have the perfect idea.
David beamed. "Really?"
"Oh yeah." Junior said and relayed the idea to his host.
"Junior." David said. "That is genius!"
"Isn't it? Muahahahhaha, its fan-fuckingtastic!"
David gave one last glance at the angry mob before leaving for exactly several seconds disappearing before he returned…….
His face still bloody, his skin pale and a look of excitement in his eyes as he suddenly reappeared he smiled at the arguing group.
David was dragging along a now partially dented pickup truck with its windows shattered, the metal of the truck screeching across the ground sparking flying in various directions.
"Hey!" David woozily called to Rem and he strained for a moment but with a massive snap of his left arm he sent the truck tumbling towards the mob....Rem included.
Unlike the bus it didn't soar through the air but flipped and rolled like a destructive soccer ball.....a soccer ball that weighed as much as a truck and looked like a truck!
"Okay!" David called. "That's not a bus so that should be A-OKAY!" He said giving a thumbs up, watching it go hoping he did good.....he knew he did GOOD!</s>
<|message|>Remliel Maion
Remliel was getting ready for a nice little scrap, when something big, heavy and made of steel came flying at her. Seeing the truck coming at her, she gave a small panicked yelp, right before grabbing the vehicle at the center and lifting it above her. Her grip caused the metal to bend around her fingers like tin foil.
A strong sense of deja vu flashed through her eyes as she looked for the idiot that threw the thing at her. "You again!?" she snarled, facing the most likely perpetrator. "So ruining one fight wasn't enough, now you have to go and ruin mine?! Well fuck you too!"
With that, she hefted the truck up, found a better grip, and ripped it right in half before tossing both halves towards David!</s>
<|message|>Jack
-as i dropped down from the bus i was hanging on to i roll from under the bus and walked into the academy-</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon Adjusted his eye patch and lightly smiled back at Finley "yeah, everything's fine here, Mikkish was checking out my gun and accidentally fired it out the window" he indicated the broken window "then he heard you knock and jumped out the window, then all that commotion started"</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley bit her lip and looked away, "Oh- umm- I didn't mean to startle him," Finley stated in a softer then normal voice, almost in a whispering tone. She looked over to the door to her room.
"What model of gun do you have? I prefer a sniper, I'm not very good at accurately hitting close targets."
Finley loved the compacted sniper in her backpack- even of it wasn't useful in close contact it was stealthy and deadly when used correctly. Finley heard metal tumbling outside an hoped everyone was okay, the last thing they needed was to attract even more unwanted attention on their first day here.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Leon thought of his revolver as Finley asked about it, like his rapier is was a bit ornate and a little worn from use "just an old Remington, it's not much but it works" when he heard crashing metal he looked at the window 'is that kid throwing cars again?' he thought</s>
<|message|>Finley Rae - called "Fin"
Finley nodded and smiled softly, "Maybe one day we can go target shooting," Finley said in a friendly tone before turning to go toward her room once again. She walked into the room to see some of her roommates were already there. She threw her bag on an empty bed before climbing onto the clean sheets and starting to pull out The parts to her sniper, cleaning them with a red cloth she took from her home.</s>
<|message|>Leon Zhao
Smiling, Leon said "Yeah, maybe" he closed the door after Finley left to her room. sighing, he laid back down on the bed and passed out as he had only had a little sleep in the past few day before getting to the academy.</s>
<|message|>Jack
-as i walked around the acdemy i find my room but i dont enter it i went exploring-</s>
<|message|>Hikaru Kurosawa
Hikaru watched the events from a safe distance.
Certainly that David character was a troublesome one, to make him an enemy would be a bad idea.
But she was bored. Besides it could help her to gauge something.
Exactly how far could these monsters reach?
The girl sighed as she entered into scene only to visualize the feat of the girl named Remliel.
"What's up with that abnormal strenght you two have? Are you even humans?" Asked the girl as the trucks halves flied against David. She made sure to always keep a safe distance.
From beneath her feet her own shadow moved through the surfaces, as people were worried they didn't noticed her movement. Also, because it was a shadow it was easily ignored which she accounted as an advantage.
Dark Magic, it had several applications, strong sorcerers could use it to play with the darkness and night, someone weak as Hikaru could at most manipulate shadows, she was unnable to control other's shadows. Yet that was enough.
Before anyone could notice it, the shadow split into four halves and crawled to David's legs and arms all in the instant the truck was about to reach its target.
"Dark bind..." mumbled the girl. Weak as she was she could not bind someone for a long period of time, but she expected it to be enough to let the guy be crashed.
And if he dies?.... Who cares? It won't be my fault, that girl will suffer the blame for sure... Perhaps that would be even better. One monster dies, the other is rejected. Both would be a trouble for me anyway...
That'll give me some fun I guess thought without revealing her inner smile</s>
| <|message|>Erin Myotski
Eris moved back from the door quickly when she saw the girl walking towards the door and jumped on the bed holding her rabbit tight to her chest and every once in a while would look up at the window of the room or at the girl until she finally built up the courage to say something, "Ummm.... Hi, You must be one of the other roommates that was assigned here right?" she said before hearing more noises coming from outside, 'What are they doing now?' she thought as she got up and looked out the window to see two halves of a car get thrown.</s> |
<|description|>Ar'asom Esrik
Alias - The Bull
Age - 23
Personality - Loyal, Silent, Patient
Powers - Ma'vern's only true powers are his enhanced strength and durability. Neither are anywhere near a Daxamite's abilities, but if given the opportunity he could hold his own against one for some time.
Weaknesses - Although his strength and durability are greater than most, allowing him to take more punishment than others, if enough damage is done to him he can still be hurt or killed.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Ar'asom was not one to let others be hurt by those that believed they could harm just because it was within their power. This caused him to develop his skills quickly as he was often in fights, defending one person or another, throughout most of his childhood. By the time he was 17, his prowess in fighting had become common knowledge, and he began to make his way in the world selling his abilities out as a bodyguard.
Two years after leaving Varva he caught his first big break and was hired by the Elders of Rann, mainly because with Adam Strange off world at the time the Elders wanted to have some protection they could count on. For nearly a month he did little else besides sit around and watch over the Elders as they performed their duties. It wasn't until the Persuader and her atomic axe cut through a door that he believed he wouldn't have anything to really do. The two quickly became locked in battle, and after some time Ar'asom was able to disarm and subdue the Persuader. Only once they battle had ended that he realized that Adam Strange had returned to Rann, and upon surveying the damage that had been down between the two did he mutter a popular Earth idiom that led to Ar'asoms' alias.
Afterwards his name quickly spread and he was hired by more and more high profile clients. At 20 he was hired by members of the United Plantes to protect Alexander Mason. To Ar'asom it was like any other job, but unlike most jobs he and Alexander became friends. Ar'asom continued to serve as a bodyguard for him over the next few years until Alexander asked him to join the Legion.
Notes - The payment from one of his first high profile clients was a meeting with the Warlords of Okaara where he was trained in all forms of martial combat and the philosophy of combat and the humanities.</s>
<|message|>Alexander Mason
Spinning out of events currently developing in Young Justice 2022 comes the Legion like you've never seen them before. The year 2022 sees a new band of cosmic misfits enter the expanded RP universe with a bang. Working jobs for the United Planets, chasing down the galaxy's most wanted, and making time for a little bit of adventuring and exploring on alien worlds is all in a day in the life on their ship, the Jumper [piloted by a smaller sized Krolotean]. The Legion does whatever they can to pass the time and try to make an honest living travelling across the stars. They could do some good today. Or things could go bad. Often, it's both.
So the year is 2022 and the United Planets are beginning to take shape across the galaxy with even more opposition than what has been seen in LoSH comics. Sentinel, Supergirl, and a team of cosmic misfits answer the call to defend freedom and the occasional princess in this RP that also sees us taking bizarre missions from the United Planets as well as taking on the occasional bounty on some of the galaxy's most wanted criminals across five sectors. Unlike the LoSH in the future of the DCU, this Legion will have silver flight belt buckles [made from Nth metal from Thanagar] rather than gold rings. And while they can't translate any language, there will be devices all around the galaxy to help with that. Something resembling Skeets.
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Rules:
1.) No back-to-back posting.
2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!
3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.
4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!
5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.
6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.
7.) "I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move" is not an excuse to not post.
8.) There is no rule #8.
9.) My word is law.
10.) Obey the law.
11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (Aro) will take control and HIS word will then be law.
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GM Notes 3/16/15 :Game on.
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"Here's how it is..." Alexander said while everyone got settled in as the Krolotean's ship lifted off and began to fly out of the planet Earth's atmosphere...
"We take missions from the United Planets, go after the occasional bounty, just whatever the stars bring our way. Right now, we're chasing after that red ring that just caused all that chaos in California. You still with me, or are you already thinking about going back?" he asked as Supergirl gazed out the window of the star cruiser.
"I'm fine. Just in awe is all." said Supergirl.
"Good. Cause you missed your window to bail about two and a half minutes ago." Sentinel responded.
"This red ring will be the death of me. Despite my powers coming from that whale looking Green Lantern, I don't much care for jewelry that can wipe out worlds. I'd have destroyed it even if the United Planets weren't paying us. With Hob's ship we travel over one hundred and thirty sectors in no time at all on the trail. Then I see it up ahead from the window... Thanagarian starships and about three dozen wingmen. Do they know about the ring... or did one of the boys piss them off somewhere I didn't know about?" Sentinel thinks walking around the ship and coming up to the windows.
Alexander Mason runs to the cockpit as Hob is already preparing for a conflict. He presses the red alert and an alarm and flashing light go off throughout the ship. A worried look comes across the face of their resident super-person.
"This isn't anything we haven't dealt with before, so don't worry. Never this many Thanagarians at once, but..." Sentinel said before the ship took a hit from the approaching starship.
"Ar'asom, how do you operate in space... you need one of the trans-suits in the back? We need your muscle out there!" Sentinel asked rushing through the ship.
~KL~</s>
<|message|>Rane Traxian
Collab between Lord Wraith and BlackSam
The Jumper made its way through the asteroid belt as Hob expertly handled the controls. Shaking from another impact of enemy laser, Hob cursed angrily under his breath as the Thanagarian cruiser continued to give chase.
<"I knew I should have re-stocked the weapons before we took off! But no, we have no funds because someone decided rations were more important than ammunition!"> He yelled.
"That's why you should get a sword. Swords never need restocking. Swords are like. . . infinite ammo." Answered Rane mildly. He had draped himself carelessly over the main passenger seat, the Sword of the Skyfather cradled tenderly in his arms. For a man who was currently a passenger in the middle of a intense, intergalactic dog fight he seemed incredibly calm and composed. It made Hob look even more enraged in comparison.
"Besides, I gave Sentinel an alternative to buying more rations, but he shot me down when I suggested we just eat you. Probably thinks we'd choke on all the lil bones. . . ."
Or maybe he tastes as bad as he smells?
"Equally valid point."
<"WHAT!"> Hob turned around raising his mechanical arm and pointing his welding laser at Rane. <"Try it! I'll turn you into, what was it... barbecue faster than you can draw that over-sized sliver of metal."> The gremlin screamed before turning back to the controls. <"You want a sword! I'll show you a sword!"> He yelled before ripping open the control panel in front of him and pulling a couple fuses before plugging them into other slots.
<"Full power to the forward shields, additional power to afterburners."> Hob slammed the controls down as he back-flipped the ship, spinning it over as he righted the vessel before steering it directly towards the bridge of the cruiser.
Rane's lipless mouth curved up in what could have been a snarl, but was equally likely to be a smile. Either way it wasn't the prettiest of sights. One would be forgiven for thinking that the Canmorian, a self professed lover of battle, had tricked his Krolotean comrade into turning his escape attempt into a full frontal charge. If that was the case then Hob needed to have a good look at his priorities.
That hairless monkey is so malleable. And he thinks he is the smart one.
"He can't help it," Rane said aloud. "It's small creature syndrome. He has much to prove, overcompensating for his small size you see." Talking aloud, seemingly to himself, was quite a common trait for the Canmorian. Just another of his many, many, many curious habits that led to others thinking he was cracked.
You're small for your species, aren't you Rane? Explains so much.
The Canmorian's eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Quiet Sword. No one asked you."
Oh, don't be like that Rane. But the Lizard man wasn't talking to the weapon any longer, instead fixing all his attention upon the swiftly oncoming cruiser. He still seemed completely at ease, though the fidgeting of his fingers gave him away, talon digits running up and down the sweat-stained leather of the Sword of the Skyfather's hilt.
All around the Jumper, debris exploded as the small ship burst through the cruiser. Wall after wall impacting against the hull as Thanagarian soldiers flew each and every way. All across the controls, the display began to flash and glow red, yellow and various other warning colors.
<"Stupid hunk of junk!"> Hob said smashing his fists down on the controls as the ship came to a halting stop. The vacuum of space behind them suddenly disappeared as the Thanagarian ship's own safety measures kicked in and seal off the hull breach. Winged soldiers in full armor slowly surrounded the vessels as they leveled weapons towards the cockpit.
<"Exit the vessel with your hands up!"> The lead officer said as Hob turned around in his seat. Things had been tense in this region of space since the Thanagarian-Rann war had begun but the United Planets had known what to expect when they sent the ship into this sector. It was missions like this that made hiring mercs like Rane logical.
<"Well, go do your slice-y thing!"> Hob shouted angrily as he walked passed the reptilian man. Retrieving his exo-suit, Hob climbed into his controls as the suit closed around him.
<"I am not being taken down by a bunch of overgrown avians!"> He yelled at Rane.</s>
| <|message|>Ar'asom Esrik
Ar'asom braced himself as another blast from the Thanagarian's lasers belted the ship. Why is it that we are almost always being chased by someone. What did we even do to them in the first place? He let out a soft sigh, thankful Hob was able to get the ship back under control all the while dodging asteroids until they were free of them.
Out of the frying pan, He pulled up a view of the larger cruiser on a vid screen nearby and watched as it continued to manuever itself out of the asteroid field. And into the fire.
"I would have to agree with Hob on this one. Some ammunition is better than no ammunition." He muttered to himself as he continued to try and recall what it was that they had done to any Thanagarians that would merit the chase from a sector so far away. The answer still remained a mystery however as Sentinel rushed by him, asking how he operated in space.
"I do better with my feet on the ground." He called after Sentinel as he felt the ship lurch and perform a flip, knocking him off balance and causing him to create a rather noticeable dent with his horns. "Well that will just piss Hob off even more after he sees what the Thanagarians have done to his ship. Although he'll probably blame it on Rane." He muttered as he steadied himself once again and returned his attention to the vid screen.
No longer was it the view of the Thanagarian ship still trying to make it's way in the asteroid belt, it was now just the vast emptiness of space. Oh, please no. Don't tell me he's doing what I think he's doing. He thought as he switched to the forward facing view, just in time to see the approaching hull of the Thanagarian cruiser as they crashed into it.
The shield of the Jumper held together admirably, but did little to reduce each jolt as metal slammed against metal before the ship finally came to a screeching halt. Wonder what it was that Rane said to him this time to get this sort of reaction from Hob. Ar'asom once again adjusted the view of the vid screen, finding a group of Thanagarians approaching the ship. His attention was drawn away from the screen as Hob and Rane exited the cockpit, Hob yelling at Rane for him to get outside the ship and do his 'slice-y thing' as Hob was climbing into his exo-suit still yelling at Rane.
"Rane," Ar'asom made his way over to stand beside Rane. "You and your Sword of the Skyfather get outside and do your slice-y thing." He stood beside Rane, stretching and cracking his knuckles. "And I'll make sure that no one get's in your way."</s> |
<|description|>Tatsuya, Tsumiki
Esper
Micro Type
Appearance:
Nickname/Alias: Tsunmiki
Position: Judgement
Seat Number: 5
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A+
Biography:
There isn't a lot to say about Tsumiki's past. He was born blind, but never showed any trouble moving around. When he was old enough, he would tell people that he wasn't blind, his eyes just didn't work. It didn't take long for people to figure out he was an Esper, and send him off to Academy City. There he was tested and trained, eventually selected to learn at Hybrid Academy.
During the five years between arriving at Academy City and enrolling in school, he joined Judgement to help fulfill his sense of duty. He's been in several close calls, dangerous chases and fights, but those are details for another time.
Likes:
Being with a small group of friends.
Spicy food
Sweets
Dislikes:
Bitter food
Sour food
Cold weather
Being in large crowds
Skills: Tsumiki is extremely well versed in Biology and Neurology, and only slightly less versed in Computer Sciences and Mechatronics. His physical abilities fall far behind his mental ones, but he's no slouch either, and his free running skill combined with his knowledge of the City's layout makes it hard to escape from him. He can also cook extremely well, but rarely does it.
Ability:
Level 3
Touch control
Tsumiki can take control of a person or animal by touching them, sending small electrical impulses through his hand into the targets nerves. He can also "see" by sensing the Bioelectricity given off by living things around him.
Special Skill - Lockdown
Tsumiki can cause the person he's touching to freeze in place by locking their muscles. The effect continues after he lets them go for around an hour unless someone releases it.
Signature Move - Force Skill
Tsumiki can actually force someone he's controlling to use their ability if he knows how it works, whether they are an Esper or a Magician. In order for it to work, however, he needs to know not just what it is, but the exact process they take to activate it, and for a magician's spells the exact formulas involved. He can usually learn these by tracing their brain activity through touch when they try to use it.
Themes:
A desperate moment, a hero's awakening
Prepare for Judgement!
It's time to get serious
Cooking time</s>
<|message|>Kurogami Akira
Akira, who had been in his desk asleep the whole time, had jolted himself awake when the lady had started speaking. He paid as close attention as he could, but over all it was all he could do to keep his head up. He did look over the paper he was given thoroughly as possible, and took out a note pad to write down a set of notes for if/when he switched over to him. The notes were simple and to the point, and he made sure to make it extra clear that abuse of powers came with heavy consequences. Hopefully, the recipient of these notes will actually listen, though that was a hope that had very little evidence to back it up.
Akira raised his hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, giving a passing glance at the blue woman with some interest. She looked a little scary, but Akira was sure she was a nice person underneath the cool exterior. All people had to do was give her a chance, though if the reaction of some of the other students was anything to go on, that probably wasn't done that often.
'I'll go over and say hi after the Ceremony, if possible. It's always good to have a healthy relationship with one's teachers.'
As a male teacher whose name he had missed in his delirium called up members of Judgement, as well as level 5's, Akira was hit with another pang of longing.
Akira had wanted to be a part of Judgement ever since he'd first come to academy city, but with his. . . problem, he didn't want to risk hurting someone. Besides, that problem would probably cause him to be rejected as soon as he tried to apply. He was just too much of a hazard. And that desire also led to the reason he was tired this morning. He was kinda, sorta, possibly a vigliante, and he may have only had about, say, 2 hours of sleep due to being held up by a band of Akurans. They had been in the process of kidnapping some middle school age girls, he didn't even want to think about what for, when he had happened upon them on his way home. They weren't that strong, but their was a lot of them and as a Micro, he was good at long fights. He had made it through all right, but it had taken a while, as they seemed to have gotten reinforcements half way through.
And of course, when he went to go ask the girls if they were al right, they started screaming there heads off. Calming them down had taken about an hour, and had done a thorough job of killing his spirits. People were always disgusted by his ability, and nobody seemed to like his mask. He was currently thinking of upgrading it so that it could have a function besides hiding his identity as the 'Red Devil'. He wasn't going to change the look though, it was cool and he din't care what anybody said, even if it did make calming down victims a tad bit harder.</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Anderson chuckled, he had plans to break every single one of those rules and get away with it. Information was power, and Anderson had already amassed a good deal of it. But he would probably have to break those rules if he wanted to get more in this school, he didn't have time conforming to hypocritical rules, he had an empire to build.
He patted the Beretta Raffica in its holster under his jacket and felt the combat butterfly knife in his sleeve. Sins were created to be made, he just made more of them. He panned his head around and saw the boy next to him fiddling with his fingers and a novel sticking out of his pocket. "Nice book you've got there, I've read it before, interesting book isn't it?"
The boy looked at him as Kazeno poned to the v=cover that was peaking out of the pocket, "If you want to read it, then do it. I won't snitch, I promise.
Anderson put on a smile as he reassured the boy, Service with a smile, he thought to himself.</s>
<|message|>Otonashi Shizuka
When the teacher, Kurogane-sensei came to the podium to speak, Shizuka grabbed her face in embarrassment. "He's...so hot!" she thought to herself, I hope he's our homeroom teacher! Ah, but he's not going to pay any attention to a weird otaku girl like me. No! I'm not an otaku, I just have...different tastes..."
When Kurogane-sensei finished the first part of his speech and the fangirls started calling out his name, Shizuka kept quiet, as the sheer amount of rivals made her feel even more so that her chances were nigh impossible. When Hoshira-sensei was introduced, Shizuka was at first a bit repulsed by her strange skin color, but Kurogane-sensei reminded everyone to disregard outward appearances, which she took to heart, "That might mean that Sensei will look past my otaku tendencies!" Though back to the ceremony, Shizuka thought about how she felt about magic users, and came to the conclusion that unlike other people of Academy City, she had nothing against magic users, it was an unusual quirk of how her parents raised her, to tolerate people of faith, even if you might think they were irrational.
When members of Judgment were called up, Shizuka noticed that there were a lot of good looking boys, but when Ria was called up, Shizuka was reminded where she had heard Kurogane Kiyoshi before, as one of the Level 5's, few people hadn't heard his and Ria's names. Looking at Ria's cool elegance, Shizuka wondered if they could be friends. As a level 2, Shizuka had a strange mixture of jealousy and awe when she thought about level 5's, she assumed most of them were arrogant, but then again, they had a right to be. But she was sure they couldn't all be like that, and hoped Kurogane-sensei and Ria were not. Maybe if she 'Leveled Up', she could gain their respect, after all, that's what she was here for.</s>
<|message|>Satou Wataru
It wasn't long before the hall was full, dancing wells of power dotting the room. Reading AIM fields in depth was of course impossible without advanced machinery, but nevertheless Wataru could tell there were a lot of powerful espers here and others curiously empty, holes in the field. So called magicians, perhaps? The very idea was laughable, although he knew from Academy City's history that magic was fact. But that was rather the point of this... Hybrid Academy, yes? Or so he could assume; the details given so far had been vague at best. Finally teachers began to file in and take their places at the head of the hall, prompting Wataru to bag his half-knitted scarf and pay attention. The rules were... simple enough, perhaps deceptively so; maybe the school had a full set of rules elsewhere and those detailed on the paperwork were just the main four..? More likely they were to be considered conditions for entry rather than school rules, especially with that pact of secrecy... The hell kind of school needs an NDA? Another point drew a sardonic smile; the Headmaster's name, the Principal's name... was Principle. The poor bastard must have had a hell of a time growing up with a name like that. Wataru was so amused by this small thing that he almost missed Kurogane-sensei's shock announcement. Student... Coun...cil..? No JUDGEMENT member he spoke to had been made aware of this; how the hell could they expect them to just step in without any orientation? The teacher's summons left little room for his objections though and he braced himself while walking to the front of the hall. If he had to do this shit on top of his JUDGEMENT work, then by God he would look the part. The other junior members, now Student Councillors, lined up with him at the base of the teacher's lectern; their expressions varied from confused glee to outright terror. Determined to show what he and his compatriots were capable of, Wataru stood sharply to attention, his chin up and hands joined behind his back. The advantage of that was that his gaze sailed uninterrupted over the massed student body before him, not meeting the gaze of any of the disturbingly large number of nutjob-looking types present... He suppressed a deep sigh; the newly promoted Student Council President was in for a tough year by all accounts.</s>
<|message|>Zentaro Ray
Zentaro Ray
Your question has been answered. Ray watched as more and more students walking into the Hall. "Finally we can this this show on the road, instead of making useless small talk." He mumbled inaudibly. Unfortunately, that small talk will eventually get you good friends, maybe even a girlfriend...but don't get you hopes up yet. You have yet to talk to a girl. Ray sighed, his conscious did not hold back the truth, he really needed to start getting a bit more social.
Ray's eyes flickered over to the podium were a teacher was speaking. Ray agreed with the rules just like everyone else, and let everyone else's voices drown out his during the song and the pledge. People will think you lack self confidence if you don't sing. "Shut the hell up, thats just illogical." He mumbled angrily.Ray looked back up at the stage. He felt his heart skip a beat when a Magician Teacher was mentioned. That was perfect for him, he would be able to learn more magic spells, without struggle alone. Ray smiled at this prospect, this school was turning out to be a good in already.
Ray could also not help but smile when he heard that JUDGEMENT would be the new student council. That meant he would he hanging out with...people, he could possibly make some friends there. Don't get to excited. Unfortunately, his excitement disappeared when he heard that he was one of the Vice President. He was not told of that development. Ray sighed and stood up, "I'll see you later" he mumbled to the guy who had sat next to him. He walked with confidence that he really did not have, anf walked onto the stage. He stood next to the President with his arms crossed and his head held high. He had a hard expression on his face, but that was just his usual expression, he really looked happy. He noticed on of the student stand up and gaze up at them, Ray wanted to sigh but he held it back, he knew this guy would be a trouble maker, or at least one of the many.
"Esper, huh." He mumbled as he gazed down at the one.named Absolute Zero. He could not help but feel a bit giddy when he saw her, he was beautiful. Unfortunately, Esper's and Magicians never really mixed well. Does that really stop you from trying? "Yes it does!" he yelled back in his mind. Maybe you should actually talk to here instead of discriminating. "Fine." He thought. All he needed to do, was to find away to actually, meet her.</s>
<|message|>Justeaze Lizrech Jaeger
Ah this is going to be a hassle Justeaze thought as she walked up to the stage. Though the fact we as members was not briefed about this pisses me off she continued in her thoughts. Reaching her destination she stood with her other members as she watched the reactions in the crowd quite a few people seemed upset about this revelation those would be the faces to look out for she noted. Sighing silently she stood up straight and presented herself with airs might as well show the masses that she wont be a push over. Looking around she noticed quite a few unsettling characters present in the mass what was the headmaster thinking letting those people to join the academy what about the safety of those that can protect themselves? No it was her duty to protect them than she thought as she presented herself though it was after smoothing out her skirt it would do no good to flash them even if by accident that would be overly embarrassing.</s>
| <|message|>Tatsuya, Tsumiki
"I suppose it's time for me to make my entrance," Tsumiki said, pushing himself up out of his chair. He made it up to the stage with little difficulty, though he did bump into an empty chair at the end of the row, and stood in front of the microphone. Moving his hand from the side, he grabbed the stand when it touched his arm and removed the mic.
"I suppose you expect me to make a speech now." He said flatly, then sighed and stood up straight.
"Welcome, students of Hybrid academy. My name is Tsumiki Tatsuya. As your student council president, I will ensure that each of you, esper and magician alike, is treated with respect and equality. Every person here is here working toward the same goal, an end to the tensions that have plagued the shaky peace between science and magic. I will ensure that goal does not fall prey to that very enmity. If you have any problems, please come see me at any time. My door is always open."
Stepping back from the stand, he took his place with the other student council members.</s> |
<|description|>Satou Wataru
Esper
[Student]
[Micro Type]
Blessed with a slender frame and soft features, Wataru is nevertheless much stronger than he looks. He stands a mere five foot and is rarely seen out of uniform even on days off. His hair is long and dark, tied back in an elegant ponytail that reaches to the small of his back.
Nickname/Alias: None
Position: Judgement, Junior Member
Faction: None
Seat Number: #19
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O
Biography: As one of the lucky few to live in Academy City most of his life, Satou Wataru has attended school here since he was a child. He never really stood out much, coasting along comfortably intul the end of middle school where he finally mustered the will to do something with himself. Opting to join Judegment at 14, Wataru spent the next year undergoing the ruthless training regime suffered by all new recruits. By the end of it his confidence had grown immensely, even if his nature as a social satellite had not.
He settled in well with his new co-workers in Judgement's Hybrid Academy branch, earning himself a valued place as an informant and tracker. While his record of arrests was relatively low, his assistance was often a decisive factor when dealing with a delinquent with a strong combat ability. While he had a few good friends within Judgement that he trusted implicitly, Wataru hadn't made much headway with his classmates; something he planned to address in the coming weeks.
Personality: Gentle, relaxed, quiet. While many enjoy the limelight and being the centre of attention, Wataru prefers life on the outskirts of the social group, close enough to join in but distant enough to not be noticed. Despite this, he isn't of a nervous disposition or unsure of himself; he simply enjoys a quiet life without the petty bickering so common among people his age. Wataru's sense of humour is somewhat snide at times, but he generally acts with the best of intentions if not the best of results.
Likes:
- People watching
- Animals
- Reading
- Urban exploration
- Western food
- Outwitting people and people who can outwit him
Dislikes:
- Robots
- Cameras
- Explaining himself
- Scary movies
Skills:
- Keen eyed observation
- English and Japanese literacy
- Knitting
- Always armed for duty, in one way or another
Ability:
Mirage, Level 3
While his ability grants him no real fighting power, Wataru can manipulate the local AIM field to warp what others perceive. Normally he uses it to conceal himself or change his appearance, but can use it to create phantoms to frighten and confuse his opponents, giving him the opportunity to attack in more conventional ways.
Magic: None
Theme Songs:
At Ease
Extras: Because his ability is of limited use in combat, Wataru has learnt to be proficient in other weapons to carry out his role with Judgement. His is pretty handy with a wooden cosh and always keeps a taser on his person.
A Discourse on Hamsters (also a voice sample)</s>
<|message|>Cordilia, Luna
Tsumiki silently entered the classroom, taking his seat at the front and folding his hands over each other. On the outside, he was still and silent, a statue in human form. In his mind however, the world was a chaos of plans, lists and formula, a chaos he sailed through with glee.
I should get to know the student council better. They're all judgement, but the only person I really know is Ray. He tapped his finger on his desk, lost in his musings. Too bad Ria declined my offer again. No matter, I'll get her to join one day. It's just a matter of time. His thoughts continued to swirl as people filed into the room, and would up until the bell rang and his attention was undivided from the teacher.
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"Oh no, I'm late!"
Luna Cordilia hustled through the halls, moving towards the auditorium. "I got so caught up in my puzzles that I didn't notice the time!" She clutched a stack of papers with equations covering every inch, her so called 'puzzles'. Turning a corner, she didn't look where she put her feet, and slipped. She fell on her face, scattering her papers everywhere, almost hitting a very bored looking man standing in front of her.
"Uwugh..." Luna groaned, pushing herself upright. Glancing up, she noticed the man and her papers scattered everywhere and hastily began gathering them. "I'm so sorry Kiyoshi Sensei, I must have tripped. Please, don't mind me!"</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
"I hate to ruin your day, but I'm not Kiyoshi-sensei." Kazeno bent down and held out a hand, "Yamato, Kazeno Yamato."
Before the girl started talking, Kazeno bent down and picked up one of the pieces of paper and could feel his mind melt within seconds of reading it. He was good enough at math, but the numbers and symbols on paper could easily baffled Newton or Einstein. Ignoring his overheating brain, he snaps his fingers and all the papers fly up into his hands in a neat stack, not one of them is out of line. He hand the stack of incredibly advanced numbers and signs to the girl, "Can I ask who is it I'm helping?
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Anderson looked out the window out the window and amused himself by shuffling a deck of cards, "White Chapel Ghoul, huh? So that's what he called now."
He took out his pocket watch and looked at the clock, he was five minutes ahead of it. He pressed the small button that would otherwise be used to open the lid and sat back and watched the world move slower around him.
"Time is of the essence." He looked around the room, "Who will be my friend this time around?"</s>
<|message|>Zentaro Ray
Ray was getting bored. Teachers were supposed to be on time, it unfortunately felt like the teacher was late. Ray knew that it was only him that was feeling that way, but he could not help it. It is illogical to be inpatient without a valid reason. "I do have a valid reason." He thought back. Being overly excited is not a valid excuse. Ray sighed, if being excited was not a valid excuse, then he did not know what was.
Ray began to despondently twirl his pencil. Hiz pencil was being gracefully spun through his fingers and on his knuckles. Ray had a lot of experience with being bored, and he was adept at dispelling it. Sort of sad don't you think. "I don't think so." He retorted in his head. Ray knew for sure that this was not logical. He was keeping his brain active, some student were playing around instead of actually sitting down and waiting for the teacher.
Ray glanced around the room , maybe he could better dispel his boredom by actually getting social. That's actually a good idea, you really have not had a valid conversation with anyone since the Ceremony. Ray looked around that class and his eyes landed on slick bug, he really did not want to talk to that guy, he was illogical. Ray looked around the room once again, there was a couple of students in the classroom. Unfortunately, it went against Ray's philosophy of walking across something just to speak to someone, so that ruled out the girl in the back. Ray sighed, making friend was much harder that actually expected. Ray felt a shiver go down his spin, he could tell when someone was manipulating wind, he had a close connection with the Archangel that ruled over it, he would feel it. Ray smiled, there was possibly another Magician who wielded that same Magic that he did. His former bordum was replaced with excitement, he could not wait to meat this Wing Magic using Magician. You know it is illogical to assume that it is a Magician. Unfortunately, Ray did not listen to his counsious.</s>
<|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Seiji sighed and folded up the letter as the announcements ended, placing it back into his pocket before looking around and standing up from his seat. Finding his classroom didn't take long; memorizing the school's layout hadn't taken much longer than it would a normal student to read a few paragraphs to him, so the matter was simple enough. The class he was with, though, kind of put a damper on whatever mood he had left- the people that seemed to be floating around didn't exactly strike him as 'friendly', 'outgoing' or, as most might have put it, 'normal'. Then again, the tagline for the school had warned him prior; if he didn't see it coming from a mile away, then there were no excuses to be had.
Glancing around, Seiji noticed his seat sitting alone in the middle of a row, with everyone else mostly organized near the other end of the classroom. It felt as if he was some sort of grade-schooler being ostracized by his classmates, but that likely wasn't the case here. Shrugging, he took his seat and pulled out his novel before continuing to read. Being a background character had its perks, after all.</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Kazeno walked in to the room, a small stack of papers in his hands with Luna carrying a similar stack next to him, telling him about how to find the root polynomial of a fraction or something of that nature. He hoped that the stack of papers he carried would be the weight of his salary one day as he dropped it on to the teacher's desk that was still empty. He amused himself by lifting up all of Luna's papers with a gust of wind (who let out a little "Eep!") and straightened out all of them in the air with his power, maybe some cute girl would take note of it or something immature like that. All the meanwhile, Luna was giving a mean stare at Kazeno's sudden use of power. She walked up to Kazeno and pouted, "Why didn't you tell me before hand?"
"Jesus, sorry," Kazeno embarrassingly rubbed the back of his neck.
Panning around the room, he thought of which way he should go to get to his desk. As he turned around, he found himself seeing into the face of the boy Anderson tried conning at the assembly.
"Are you a magician?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
"No." Kazeno said a bit too bluntly, "I'm just a level 4 esper."
Kazeno turns his body a little and directs the boy to the delicate girl who glanced back from her papers, "She's Luna, and an actual Magician."
"Hello." Luna innocently looked away from the stack of dead trees to greet the boy.
"Oh, I thought you were a Magician who used wind like me." The boy suddenly looked disappointed, "Sorry for bothering you."
As the boy walked away, Kazeno tapped his shoulder and waved his hand up and the stack of papers began doing the Dance of the Sugar Plum around him, "My ability is called 'Vortex', it aerokinesis. My name is Kazeno Yamato." Kazeno formed a paper broadsword with the paper and pretended to sheath it before reaching out an hand, "What's your?"
---
Anderson was looking down at his phone, he had just received as message from one of his many agents.
> The White Chapel Ghoul has been sighted
> I trust you know more about him?
> Sorry sir, all we have are some security photos
> Damn, what the location?
Anderson's eyes widened with a bit of panic and a bit of shock at the response he got. He rushed out of the room and dialed a number on his phone as he checked his coat pocket for his gun. While nobody said anything, most people agreed in their heads, Something has gone wrong, something had gone wrong enough to even shake Anderson.</s>
| <|message|>Satou Wataru
With the end of the ceremony, Wataru found himself fading into the background as the student body slowly poured from the room. He took the chance to study the other JUDGEMENT members, most of whom he had only met once, if at all. The president and his aids seemed professional enough, although each had their own idiosyncrasies that worried him... The half girl pleasantly surprised him however; from his past experience of foreigners within Academy City, he had grown to expect nothing but criminality from them. As his eyes drifted across the assembled students, a few likely examples stood out... Hopefully they wouldn't prove too big an issue, although he reasoned that any trouble they caused would be in the realm of the Student Council rather than JUDGEMENT. Not a thought that alleviated his concerns given their recent 'promotion'. And with all this hawk-eyed observation of his fellow students, Wataru studiously avoided the gaze of his new teachers; that blue one especially unsettled him. The skin was bad enough, but something in her voice had chilled Wataru to the bone...
Finally deeming the route sufficiently clear, he headed out to their designated classroom and tried to drown out the leering voices of his new peers as he went. Here and there Wataru spotted other isolated individuals, others who might perhaps share his less-than optimistic outlook on life here at Hybrid Academy, but hung back for the moment. Highest on his priority list was settling down with the rest of the Council and find out just what the fuck was going on in this school. The teacher's unwelcome mindrape hadn't helped much, but nevertheless Wataru looked forward to this afterschool meeting and the answers it hopefully held. When he finally reached the classroom, he found that most of the others had already settled in, which at least made it easier to find his assigned seat. #19, third row, far left... Who'd have thought. Suppressing a dry smile over his for pulling this particular seat, Wataru meandered slowly over, taking the time to give each and every student a surreptitious once over enroute. As he suspected their class seemed to have gathered the cream of the school's collective nutjobbery into one room. Foreigners, magician looking types and one guy that practically exuded bad intentions. And I have to police them. Fuck my life.
Still, there were a few normal looking sorts, like the bespeckled girl seated next to him. Wataru took his place and set about withdrawing what books and stationary he might need, finding to his mild disappointment and private relief that no teacher had shown up yet. In the silence he decided that making friends would be a good start if he was to stay sane. 'Good morning.', he said to the girl, flashing a friendly smile. 'I was worried that I might end up seated in the middle of a group of strangers and I'm no good with that.' Brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, Wataru extended a hand in greeting. 'Satou Wataru, esper and I guess now a member of the Student Council. Joy. Nice to meet you?'</s> |
<|description|>Satou Wataru
Esper
[Student]
[Micro Type]
Blessed with a slender frame and soft features, Wataru is nevertheless much stronger than he looks. He stands a mere five foot and is rarely seen out of uniform even on days off. His hair is long and dark, tied back in an elegant ponytail that reaches to the small of his back.
Nickname/Alias: None
Position: Judgement, Junior Member
Faction: None
Seat Number: #19
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O
Biography: As one of the lucky few to live in Academy City most of his life, Satou Wataru has attended school here since he was a child. He never really stood out much, coasting along comfortably intul the end of middle school where he finally mustered the will to do something with himself. Opting to join Judegment at 14, Wataru spent the next year undergoing the ruthless training regime suffered by all new recruits. By the end of it his confidence had grown immensely, even if his nature as a social satellite had not.
He settled in well with his new co-workers in Judgement's Hybrid Academy branch, earning himself a valued place as an informant and tracker. While his record of arrests was relatively low, his assistance was often a decisive factor when dealing with a delinquent with a strong combat ability. While he had a few good friends within Judgement that he trusted implicitly, Wataru hadn't made much headway with his classmates; something he planned to address in the coming weeks.
Personality: Gentle, relaxed, quiet. While many enjoy the limelight and being the centre of attention, Wataru prefers life on the outskirts of the social group, close enough to join in but distant enough to not be noticed. Despite this, he isn't of a nervous disposition or unsure of himself; he simply enjoys a quiet life without the petty bickering so common among people his age. Wataru's sense of humour is somewhat snide at times, but he generally acts with the best of intentions if not the best of results.
Likes:
- People watching
- Animals
- Reading
- Urban exploration
- Western food
- Outwitting people and people who can outwit him
Dislikes:
- Robots
- Cameras
- Explaining himself
- Scary movies
Skills:
- Keen eyed observation
- English and Japanese literacy
- Knitting
- Always armed for duty, in one way or another
Ability:
Mirage, Level 3
While his ability grants him no real fighting power, Wataru can manipulate the local AIM field to warp what others perceive. Normally he uses it to conceal himself or change his appearance, but can use it to create phantoms to frighten and confuse his opponents, giving him the opportunity to attack in more conventional ways.
Magic: None
Theme Songs:
At Ease
Extras: Because his ability is of limited use in combat, Wataru has learnt to be proficient in other weapons to carry out his role with Judgement. His is pretty handy with a wooden cosh and always keeps a taser on his person.
A Discourse on Hamsters (also a voice sample)</s>
<|message|>Kurogami Akira
Thank god for Haemokinesis, truly a blessing in disguise. Akira thought as he saw the level 5 Esper, Ria Tsurara, also known as Absolute Zero. . . strip down to her underwear as she introduced herself. If not for his ability, Akira would have bern rather red in the face and flustered. Now he was just flustered.
"Tsurara-san, I understand from rumors that you have a habit of. . . exhibiting yourself, but I don't think it's very appropriate to do in class. So if you could put your clothes back on, I'd appreciate it." Akira said with a semi-nervous smile, his eyes taking in the sight before him with an artistic interest in the forms. In the right kind of dress. . . maybe a loose, flowing kimon- Stop it Akira, now's not the time to be think about your art work. You'll ask later.</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Kazeno grinned, "You can use wind too? How long can you fly?"
Kazeno chuckled, a part of his ego hoped Ray couldn't fly as he himself could only "fly" through a series of air dashes and gliding. He flicked his wrist and his paper broadsword exploded into individual sheets which went back to doing ballet, "Say, how much different is Wind magic compared to aerokinesis?"
Slowly, Kazeno began to realize that some of his papers were disappearing, he looked up and Chi Ni had been fishing them up with a ghostly bamboo rod, "Chi Ni! Give those back, they aren't even mine!"
Kazeno began jumping up and down trying to get Luna's papers back from the mischievous ghost, hoping he didn't look to weird to anyone else as he probably looked like he was trying out a hipster exercise routine.</s>
<|message|>Tatsuya, Tsumiki
Luna
"I'm so sorry, but I can't actually use magic. I'm just an official from the church, sent to observe the school." When Ray started talking about her puzzles, her eyes lit up, but suddenly she remembered she didn't have time to be chatting. "I'm so sorry, but I have to go. I'm really late!" She rushed toward the door, bowing to the teacher as they passed, and quickly made her way down the hall to the principles office.
Tsumiki
After Ria finished introducing herself, Tsumiki stood up, ignoring the people who hadn't realized class was starting. "My name is Tsumiki Tatsuya, Level three Esper and Student Council President." With his terse introduction over with, he sat down again and waited.</s>
<|message|>Zentaro Ray
Ray as confused by the Esper's question. What satisfaction would the young man derive from knowing how long Ray could fly. He raised and eyebrow and laughed. "For as long as my Mana lasts, so for a while, but I don't utilize that ability much." He said as he wiped a tear from his eye. Maybe he wishes to fight against you, compare his strengths to yours. "He would lose, without a doubt." He said sternly in his head. " Espers usually don't train there bodies, which would mean my physical prowess and Spell diversity would blown him out of the water." He said to his conscious. Don't underestimate your opponents, ever. Ray sighed, he could never with these arguments.
Ray ignored to ghostly presence that plauged that student he was conversing with and turned to Luna. There could be a logical explanation to this anomaly. Ray ignored his conscious and focused on Luna. "Oh, well, hope your report turns out to be a good one." He said scratching the back of his head. He actually prayed that her report was good, it would have been logical to believe that he would be the one to blame is the school got a bad review, as he was the Vice President. Calm down. You'll do fine. "I'm sure your right." He mumbled to himself.
Before Ray could say something else the girl was already about to leave. Ray raised an eyebrow and watched her was she ran away, he had to wonder why she was so late. It's illogical to be late, that many times. She is going to have a hard time doing her job. Ray agreed with his conscious, if this girl was to do her job, she was going to have to find away to fix her problem.
"Crap." Ray mumbled when the teacher finally walked in. He silently went back to his seat and listened to the blue lady make her joke and ask for everyone to introduce themselves. Ray payed special attention to Absolute Zero's intouduction. Ray was enjoying hearing about her until she striped as she talked. Ray's eye widened and his face wet red, as lovely as the show was, Ray had never seen a woman without a shirt on. Ray barely noticed the room getting cold, although he probably wouldn't have felt it anyway.
After that incident and some more introductions, Ray decided to introduce himself. Ray stood up straight and looked at the teacher and class. "My name is Zentaro Ray, also know as Ray-Ray. I am the Vice President and a Magician." He said sternly before taking his seat once again. To much information.</s>
<|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Seiji shuddered a bit as the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees, which kind of irked him. He wasn't in much of a mood for cold temperatures, so he he clasped the novel shut before looking around. Maybe someone had...
Scanning the room, Seiji's face immediately turned a bright red as he noticed one of his fellow classmates down to her undergarments- a girl, no less! Using the book to cover his vision (and his face), Seiji cleared his throat and spoke.
"I'd really appreciate it if you could put some clothes on... Please. We're in a classroom, regardless of whatever circumstances you decided it was okay to strip down because of."
Yep, his intuition was dead on. The class was definitely full of some weird people. Looks like his social life was forfeit for this lifetime. Maybe he'd have better luck in the next. Maybe. The cold temperature, he could deal with. That? Not so much.</s>
<|message|>Takamine Kaori
To aru Kagaku no Janpā!/ A Certain Scientific Jumper! / To aru konton shitta no Janpā ! / A Certain Chaotic Jumper!
This day and never again, I'm not in class but needless to say I'm having epistaxis right now, Ria-sama is at it again~ kyaa~ A daily life of a fangirl doesn't get any better than this. Sigh.....can we get to the point already, I already know who looks good, who is an asshole, who is likeable, who is interesting, and who doesn't get my interest at all. Until this very moment, I recall being in Mr.Principle's office, he doesn't want me to ruin the ceremony, it's so bad that I have to be under tight pressure; Judgement are everywhere during the ceremony and I couldn't do anything about it. Furthermore,why not just pull the fire alarm?...Then the fire sprinklers leading to warping pond into the classroom and trigger the sprinklers. Needless to say, what about a pond to the classroom? No, only Anzai knows how to deal with complicated things, he probably is peeping on Ria-sama by now. Then warping to the fire alarm and back into hiding? Genius.
In that case, I have to wear gloves and not leave evidence and make sure to warp the handle off... no..no... that might point to me since all the blame is onto me with my foul records. Technically there should be a frame, a culprit foil, I just have to make it look like it is destroyed by someone else's power! Therefore it is X person's fault and Y person passes on the blame! Judgement and Anti-skill specialize on that sort of investigation, damn it. They'll see cameras being clean, hidden ones and a mask might do. Covert operations with Anzai is a miss on those days, if only he was here, my plans are accurate. What a pain, what a hassle. I can just take everyone's pants off as I recall bumping on everyone today but it doesn't change the fact that, they may not even be in class. It will take a lot of calculations to do so, I have to analyze the mass, quantum, velocity, vector.... It's so cool, I'm already a genius thinking this ahead! HAHAHAHAHA
Jumper on the way! I appeared out of nowhere in the table, glomping Ria-sama; "Yagami Kaori-Janpā desu yo!" Oh I love the sound of that, the fire alarm. Let me explain this to you all. Before glomping Ria-sama, I made the decision to sound the alarm, destroy the evidence and frame it on selected few. The hammer should be hidden in someone's bag right now but that would take a lot of effort to pull. OH! Bonus points for breaking the fourth wall! AWESOME! Needless to say, I am great at this, Chaos is the Norm!
The Jumper unleashes chaos!</s>
<|message|>Dylan Brooks
Dylan
Dylan held in a scream of pain as the cold water from the sprinklers hit his burns, turning around quickly turning around to see the familiar face of Yagami Kaori, one of the biggest trouble-makers he had the pleasure of knowing. Normally, he would be enjoying her little prank, as he enjoyed the rest of them, but given that he was covered with burns, being drenched in ice cold water without warning left his sense of humor sorely lacking.
"Kaori, this is your doing isn't it? And dammit Ria, could you put you clothes on for christ sake." A slight blush dusted his face as he saw the Level 5 in her underwear, but he didn't avert his gaze as he glared at the blonde trickster at her side.</s>
| <|message|>Satou Wataru
For a long moment Wataru was sure he had offended the girl. Panicking slightly, he ran one hand through his hair, wondering if perhaps it was a mess or... Luckily her expression soon relaxed, at least a little bit. 'Otonashi-san, then? I look forward to studying together; let's have a good year.' Flashing a genuine smile, he mentally analysed the girl and her reactions; Otonashi was nervous, furtive. She seemed embarrassed by her level, which he could understand; most of their classmates would likely be 3s and 4s. Wataru himself was only a low level 3, so he could sympathise. 'Do you mind if I ask-' His question was cut off by the entrance of that blue woman, presumably their homeroom teacher. Giving Otonashi a friendly wink, Wataru faced forward and gathered his class materials. The lesson seemed interesting enough; he hadn't decided whether or not to participate in the hybrid program, but the theory behind magic sounded fascinating. Hoping to get right to grips with the mechanics, Wataru found himself slightly disappointed when a round of introductions began. He waited patiently, averting his eyes from Tsurura's antics and the general weirdness in the room; there were a ton of JUDGEMENT members present and they barely responded to the clear breach of school rules and basic human decency before them... He started resolutely ahead, awaiting his turn. When it finally came, he opened his mouth to speak... only to be cut off once again, this time by the screaming introduction of one Yagami... Wataru took a deep, bracing breath, stood and introduced himself in a dignified, if flat voice. 'Satou Wataru, JUDGEMENT and Student Council. I am a level 3 esper. And now...' He turned heavily to the errant student, his smile frozen. 'Yagami, is it? I have no doubt that we'll be seeing you a lot in the coming months...' He cocked his head, listening out for a school-wide announcement; if Hybrid Academy was anything like a normal school, the fire alarm would trigger a tannoy call confirming a fire. When none came he sighed deeply and turned to the front once more. 'Sorry Sensei, may I go to the faculty office to check this alarm? I am with JUDGEMENT, so I know the procedures.' Despite being satched though to the skin, Wataru kept his expression neutral and calm, in stark contrast to the irritation welling up inside. There was no immediate threat of fire, so most urgent was getting those damn sprinklers turned off...</s> |
<|description|>Satou Wataru
Esper
[Student]
[Micro Type]
Blessed with a slender frame and soft features, Wataru is nevertheless much stronger than he looks. He stands a mere five foot and is rarely seen out of uniform even on days off. His hair is long and dark, tied back in an elegant ponytail that reaches to the small of his back.
Nickname/Alias: None
Position: Judgement, Junior Member
Faction: None
Seat Number: #19
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O
Biography: As one of the lucky few to live in Academy City most of his life, Satou Wataru has attended school here since he was a child. He never really stood out much, coasting along comfortably intul the end of middle school where he finally mustered the will to do something with himself. Opting to join Judegment at 14, Wataru spent the next year undergoing the ruthless training regime suffered by all new recruits. By the end of it his confidence had grown immensely, even if his nature as a social satellite had not.
He settled in well with his new co-workers in Judgement's Hybrid Academy branch, earning himself a valued place as an informant and tracker. While his record of arrests was relatively low, his assistance was often a decisive factor when dealing with a delinquent with a strong combat ability. While he had a few good friends within Judgement that he trusted implicitly, Wataru hadn't made much headway with his classmates; something he planned to address in the coming weeks.
Personality: Gentle, relaxed, quiet. While many enjoy the limelight and being the centre of attention, Wataru prefers life on the outskirts of the social group, close enough to join in but distant enough to not be noticed. Despite this, he isn't of a nervous disposition or unsure of himself; he simply enjoys a quiet life without the petty bickering so common among people his age. Wataru's sense of humour is somewhat snide at times, but he generally acts with the best of intentions if not the best of results.
Likes:
- People watching
- Animals
- Reading
- Urban exploration
- Western food
- Outwitting people and people who can outwit him
Dislikes:
- Robots
- Cameras
- Explaining himself
- Scary movies
Skills:
- Keen eyed observation
- English and Japanese literacy
- Knitting
- Always armed for duty, in one way or another
Ability:
Mirage, Level 3
While his ability grants him no real fighting power, Wataru can manipulate the local AIM field to warp what others perceive. Normally he uses it to conceal himself or change his appearance, but can use it to create phantoms to frighten and confuse his opponents, giving him the opportunity to attack in more conventional ways.
Magic: None
Theme Songs:
At Ease
Extras: Because his ability is of limited use in combat, Wataru has learnt to be proficient in other weapons to carry out his role with Judgement. His is pretty handy with a wooden cosh and always keeps a taser on his person.
A Discourse on Hamsters (also a voice sample)</s>
<|message|>Zentaro Ray
Logical thinkers don't make mistakes easily. Ray gave the President a side ways glance and chuckled. He had to wonder if the fame of being the President had gone to the kids head. Ray shook his head, it had only been 3 days since the start of school, there was no way that was possible. Unfortunately, the altercation between him and Tsumiki left Ray feeling guilty. Tsumiki left the room probably feeling angry, which left Ray feeling a bit nervous of going on patrol with him.
Ray focused back on Anderson and the teacher's conversation. Unfortunately, Anderson still felt the need to get something of of this. Could he not just give something away from the goodness of his heart? Ray felt that Anderson was giving Americans a bad name with his actions. He does not necessarily give them a bad name. He just enforces there stereotypes. Ray agreed with that, the guy was willing to sell all the information for $50, which was pitiful. Ray also had to wonder if Anderson knew of the American - Japanese Exchange Rates. $50 would only by the teacher 3 well made bowls of noodles.
"Thank you." He said to the teacher as he was pushed out of the lab. Ray smiled and walked away, he had safely gotten the information that he needed, which meant mission accomplished. Not only did this give him the possibility of solving the case, but this also gave him a chance to test out PEM. Ray finally found Tsumiki slumped on a wall bleeding with Anderson. Ray sighed and walked up to them, he didn't want Anderson feeding him things he did not need to hair. "Tsumiki-kun, you should clean yourself up, were heading out." He said calmly, although there was and edge in his voice twoards that end that was directed and Anderson.</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
"Hello there Ray, what bring you to this corner of the neighborhood?" Anderson turned around a spread his arms out side was as if he was confused although the tone of his voice sounded like he aleady knew the answer.
"I was just telling my friend here that he ought to have more confidence in his classmates. Surely you also don't belive that we will all die this quickly, no?"
Anderson grinned as he thought, Of course, this time I got everything right so nobody will die.
---
Kazeno was still holding the duck as he ran around the campus. If he ever felt more stupid in his life, he must not have been remembering it. Running around while having a bad hair day and a duck in your hand and being late to school, Kazeno, you never fail to impress yourself.
"Don't worry, you've had worse moments, remember when you ran around nak-BUPHM" Kazeno stuffed the duck into Chi Ni's mouth before she could finish. Today might have been the second stupidest moment in his life discounting that time. Kazeno also remembered how much he hated the fact Chi Ni could read his thoughts.
As he attempted to once again bury those memories, he dived headfirst into someone else, "S-sorry, I should seen where I was going."</s>
<|message|>Mishima, Yuuma
Yuuma chuckled, his unease completely fading away as the girl motioned for him to sit. Taking his place beside her, he listened to her answer.
"I see..."
He smiled
"I agree... Academy City is impressive as always. But as for a place to sing... Have you tried the Music room?"
Yuuma tilted his head in his inquiry.</s>
<|message|>Kirima Sasaki
The tall, dark-haired young man sighed as he exited the headmaster's office, having just given his valid reasons as to why he'd not managed to attend classes in the past few days. He was clad in the school's uniform with a laptop bag slung across his shoulder. He looked at the handout given to him, making his way around the campus to get a feel for the layout and eavesdropping on random conversations. The washrooms were there, the field in which two students were doing battle was out there, his classrooms were there, and so on.
And on his self-guided orientation, Sasaki noted the obvious flyers displayed around the campus. Upon closer inspection, he noted they were recruitment posters for a manhunt for that 'Whitechapel Ghoul' fellow sponsored by a 'Hoshira Kae-sensei'. Wasn't that the name of his homeroom teacher or some such? Moreover, didn't she know there was a law about the illegality of such vigilante actions?
Not that he disagreed with that course of action, even if he likely wouldn't participate himself. Judgment and Anti-Skill were both rather unreliable and inconsistent organizations when it came to dealing with important operations, as recent history involving a certain hybridized faction demonstrated. Nevertheless, he opted to tear down the flyer and any others he'd end up having come across, if only to save Hoshira-sensei and any of the people who'd opted to play hero from legal repercussion. That, and the visceral tearing sound was like music to his ears. Rip. Rip. Rip.
By the time he finished his round, he'd had a nice big stack of paper for the nearest recycling bin. Though he'd not managed to reach every single one, just the ones on his path. Now that he knew what he needed to know, he found himself lacking for something to do. Perhaps he'd go to the library or the cafeteria and wait for lunch to roll around.
Sasaki's stomach rumbled loudly.
"...Or I could go now, I guess," the bespectacled boy noted. He looked back at his handout, noting his current position in relation to his objective. As he did so, he felt a light thud! against his torso. Of course, to Kazeno, the unfortunate individual who'd done the bumping, it was definitely not a light thud, but more like running straight into a wall. In short: not a good feeling at all. Still, he managed to apologize, or maybe had yet to feel the pain.
Sasaki lowered his paper and looked around, before looking down to the ground and seeing a strange young man holding a duck. Did he... bump into him? He reached down Kazeno and pulled him up by the back of the collar, raising him up before gently placing him back on his two feet. "Ara, you alright?" Sasaki asked, giving the kid a once over before hearing his stomach growl again, "...I'll buy you lunch to make up?"</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Kazeno nodded as the duck pecked at Sasaki's feet, "Sorry about that."
He picked up the duck, Kazeno didn't recognize Sasaki at first, he seemed large and almost menacing in a way, it was like he had the blood of giants in him. He sure felt like he did though, Kazeno actually worried he might have gotten a concussion from ramming into him and wondered if Darwin would approve of a human having the skin of a rock. At any rate, he didn't see him in class but did see his picture and name, "Kirima Saski if I recall? I'll take you up on that offer, I'll show you the way to the cafeteria."
---
Jack sat atop of pile of corpses, some idiots from Skill-Out he was just another dumb esper and attacked him. While they were stupid, they did taste good. They also proved to be good test subject for the stun shot he had fixed into his claw hand. He gnawed on a shin bone before he threw behind him, further into the dark alley way, "What do humans love?"
Picking up a dismembered head, the face still stuck in shock and regret, "Atlas poor Horatio, I knew him well"
Jack held it to the sky before crushing it. The day was still young, and he would hopefully find something to do. Maybe tie someone to a monorail track and see what happens when a monorail train runs over them.
He laughed as he walked away from the pile of half-eaten corpses, "This was truly a great show put on tonight."</s>
<|message|>Kishiko Tachibana
"Ah I haven't thought about that" Kishiko said with a look of revelation on her face as Yuuma brought that up. "Perhaps ill try that next time" she added while pounding her fist into a open palm. Looking out into the expanse of the city she couldn't help but smile it was nice here at times she concluded when she was being poked and prodded by scientists that is. "So she said how about we get to now each other a bit more over tea? Always have to make time for tea time after all." She said with a sagely nod looking completely sure that it was normal to do so and not odd she asked someone she doesn't know for tea.</s>
<|message|>Justeaze Lizrech Jaeger
"kufufufufuhahahaha very well than let us go all out!" This she had to admit was something that she missed going against another where nothing was at stake and she could fight to her hearts content. With these thoughts in her head dodged some of his blows but still suffered from some of them. "Very well let me show you why they call me the wind god girl" she said as she threw eight more pinwheels to generate more wind. Using new source of wind she increased her speed to as fast as she could while still being able to control when she turns. Point her right hand out once more she created another wind blade this one though was longer and with a slice of her hand she sent out multiple wind blades at Dylan. Before charging forward once more "You hear it dont you a voice that is the voice of the wind calling out with its screams and shouts this my friend is the iron bottom sound" She said as a fake out before using her speed to get behind him and released a cut on his back before kicking him away.</s>
| <|message|>Satou Wataru
For a moment Wataru looked like a child again, boyish enthusiasm filling his eyes. 'Voltron was cool, but the original Gundam with the xerox dri-' He pulled up short, clearing his throat in embarrassment before moving swiftly along. Otonashi was easily impressed by his ability, even though it really wasn't that useful in practice; sure, he had a good track record with combat assists, but without any real striking power, Wataru would never excel enough to be promoted up JUDGEMENT's ranks. In truth he used it more to avoid or troll people than anything else... 'You're generous, but right. Overconfidence is one of the only things I can take advantage of.' And it was true at that. Most espers has such unshakable faith in their abilities that they trusted their senses without doubt; being able to manipulate what they could see and hear was a powerful tool, at least until they figured out his trick.
There was a brief lull in the conversation, just enough for Wataru to press on with his reason for approaching the poor girl. But just as he opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off with a stuttering confession. A mix of surprise, guilt and approval made Wataru look away for a moment, before returning his gaze level with Otonashi's eyes. 'That's a very brave thing you just did. Not many people would come forward like this. And so, I uh... have my own confession to make.' Bowing his head slightly in apologetic shame, he tried to give her a guilty smile. 'I knew you had it, someone reported you. But don't worry; before you panic, I'm pretty sure you're not to blame. After all, you were talking to me the other day when the alarm went off and there aren't any other reports of a missing fire hammer.' He took it gingerly from her bag, turning it over to find the serial number in the haft; it corresponded to the code from the alarm. It would need to be confiscated, Otonashi would need to write an official statement, he would have to file a report... Somehow it didn't seem worth all the hassle. 'Tell you what...', he said slowly. 'I'll just keep ahold of this for the time being. Just between you and be, eh?' Sealing the deal with a cheeky wink, Wataru slipped the hammer away into one pocket, privately determining to pretend he had found it randomly. Quite aside from keeping the presumably innocent Otonashi out of trouble, it meant that his report only had to be a few sentences long, thank God. 'So, now that that's taken care of, mind if I ask what you were making? I'll need to resume my patrol soon, but I'm due a break anyway.'</s> |
<|description|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Esper (Later Hybrid)
Student
Micro Type
Wild black hair and heterochromic eyes (his left eye is black with his right eye is red). He is of average height and there isn't anything too much that's special about, while he does have good looks, its nothing movie star level.
Outside of his school uniform, he wears an open camo jacket with a hood under a grey vest with jeans.
Nickname: Vortex, Kayama
Magic Name: Tempitis156, the storm of sin I wield to purge
Position: None, but he does tend to chill in Judgement offices sorta like Saten
Seat Number: 33
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Bloodtype: O+
Biography:
Born under the surname of Hayabusa, Kazeno lived a standard childhood life for much of elementary school. However, during fifth grade, he took on a dare to go into a supposedly haunted shed behind his house. In the back of the shed, he found a mirror that, when Kazeno looked into, released a sprit. That sprit was named Chi Ni, and she decides that to use Kazeno's young body as her vessel of the mortal world. That night, Kazeno's mentality changed, turning his otherwise sweet nature into something more sinister. While in his "dark mode" he killed his parents in the goriest way possible, surprised to find the blood had no effect on him and he didn't feel anything when he killed his parents.
After a lengthy police investigation, the officials said that a mad man broke in and killed the parents, Kazeno got away clean. He would later be adopted by the Yamato family and decided to take their name over his birth name as he didn't want to remember his past. Over the years that followed, he learned how to control Chi Ni and even befriend the bloodthirsty demon sprit inside of him. He new parents were deciding if they should sent him to a prestigious school in a America to jump start his education.
However, that was never the case. At the age of 14, a mysterious magician who seemed to mock his inability to "use his demons to the fullest of potentials" killed his new foster parents. Enraged, he lost control and Chi Ni took over, releasing a magical wave that flattened an entire city block. Since then, he has come to Academy City and joined the Hybrid School in hopes that it will lead him to the killers of his foster parents and help learn more about Chi Ni.
Personality: To strangers, he seems very calm and has a "professional" air about him. To those he opens up too know him as brave (if not a bit full of himself at times), kind and good natured with a humorous side and very observant. When he has to do something, he often becomes more serious, professional, dedicated and sometimes a bit cold. While he is considered amongst the strongest level four, being a level 5 candidate with his myriad of skills and abilities he can use thanks to his Vortex ability, he is fairly reserved and modest when it comes to this. A darker side of him is that he doesn't mind getting violent when he feels some things need to be sped up and is immune to killer's remorse and the sight of blood and gore. Slightly psychopathic due to Chi Ni being in his body.
Likes:
Lava Lamps
Electronic Music
Flying
Western Sweets
Strategy Games
Blackjack
Blood
Dislikes:
Bureaucratic BS
Incompetence and Arrogance
People who cause trouble
Work in general
Chi Ni's antics
Skills:
Kazeno has a few skills based around his esper ability:
- He can never get the wind knocked out of him
- It is a lot harder and takes a lot longer to choke him out
- He can move quietly by create pads of air under his feet
- Most people cannot get the jump on his without supernatural assistance as he can feel their "wind"
He as a solid free running skill assisted by his wind manipulation.
He can interrogate people by rapidly forcing air in and out of their lungs, causing headaches, nausea, choking and severe internal pain.
While he does know a modest amount of street fighting, most of his fighting ability comes from Chi Ni who take more control in fights and allows him to be proficient in many types of weaponry include more unorthodox combat styles.
Vortex (ボルテックス – Borutekkusu) (Aerokinesis): Level 4; Micro
Special Skill: Wind Step – Kazeno can force the air underneath him to propel him in any direction. While Kazeno cannot fly, Wind Step produces a similar effect albeit, its unadvisable for him to do it over long distances.
Signature Move:
Vortex – An attack similar to Misaka's Railgun, Vortex causes a small, horizontal tornado that picks up debris for more damage. It is two part with the first part pinning the target to a wall or something similar and the second part hitting the target with whatever crap got picked up.
Disadvantages: Unlike Misaka's Railgun, its quite wide an does not work well in tight, narrow. And unlike some of Kazeno's other abiltes, it requires a lot of open, unhindered air (he can't use it when he's in a spot that doesn't let a lot of are in like low tunnels and there can't be anything like a industrial fan or jet engine nearby). Also not the quietest move ever.
Windwalker – By focusing highwinds on himself, Kazeno can effective defy gravity and walk on walls and ceilings. Only works when he is on solid, preferably noon-moivng objects. Can be used on other people.
Disadvantages: Like Vortex, it requires a lot of open air and unhindered. It also tends to make people nauseous as their equilibrium has effectively been chucked into space.
Theme
sweetARMS - Blade of Hope
Extras:
- His name is derived from the Japanes word "Kaze" meaning "wind"
- Chi Ni's name when translated comes out as "Bloodlust"
- If he was a level 5, its thought that he would be able to create plasma and summon huge storms instantly, fly indefinitely and choke someone of their air from afar (yay for Darth Vader force choking!)
- When Level Upper was still popular, its thought that he would easily become a level 6 if he were to use it, allowing him to change the weather of an whole hemisphere with the snap of a finger, create plasma storms he calls "Star Falls", completely negate gravity, and to have his power work even in the vacuum of space!
- While he goes around unarmed, he always keeps a deck of poker cards on him as he used them as ranged weapons
He gets three magic abilities later on, two of them are actuall different versions of the same spell (at GM's discretion of course):
- Demon Sword Murasume – A black sword which he can summon from thin air, its appearance is similar to that of a European broadsword but more evil-looking and vicious. It can be said that this is one of Chi Ni's physical forms when she has more control of Kazneo's body than Kazeno does.
- Angel Blade Hayate - A graceful white sword that is summoned from a gale of feathers. It also looks like a European broadsword, just more knightly and less vicious. Kazeno can only use this sword when he is in more control of his body than Chi Ni is, which is uncommon as Chi Ni needs to be in control for a sword to appear in the first place.
- Breath of Life – Allows Kazeno to give sentience and emotion to inanimate objects (like robots) and return people whom had their minds broken to be restored to a healthy mental state and give sprits a physical body. However, each use not only knocks him out for at least a day, but also shaves a decade of his own life off. However, he cannot use this on unholy demons and sprits.</s>
<|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Seiji sighed as he sat in his seat, watching whatever shenanigans unfolded around him. Nobody had really noticed his presence, but that was fine- given the lack of sanity everyone seemed to have, it was probably better off that way. Mindlessly following along with the statements the people on stage were giving out, Seiji tapped his fingers on his lap impatiently. Though the introductions were all probably mandatory, the time it took to get through them seemed to be a lot longer than it should have been.
Oh well. That was probably due to his boredom, in all honesty. After transferring here as a complete nobody, it wasn't surprising to not be making any acquaintances- his relatively bland appearance didn't help matters much either. But the formalities continued on, no matter hoow useless they seemed to be. Oh, if only this thing could end sooner so he could get back to reading...
The thought of reading in the auditorium had obviously crossed his mind earlier, but that would be disrespectful and probably get him in some sort of trouble or, worse yet, get his novel confiscated. It wasn't worth the effort to retrieve the copy if that was the case, of course, so Seiji decided to just take this one head on. The coffee he had taken earlier that morning was just starting to kick in now, anyhow- what perfect timing that was.</s>
<|message|>Kurogami Akira
Akira, who had been in his desk asleep the whole time, had jolted himself awake when the lady had started speaking. He paid as close attention as he could, but over all it was all he could do to keep his head up. He did look over the paper he was given thoroughly as possible, and took out a note pad to write down a set of notes for if/when he switched over to him. The notes were simple and to the point, and he made sure to make it extra clear that abuse of powers came with heavy consequences. Hopefully, the recipient of these notes will actually listen, though that was a hope that had very little evidence to back it up.
Akira raised his hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, giving a passing glance at the blue woman with some interest. She looked a little scary, but Akira was sure she was a nice person underneath the cool exterior. All people had to do was give her a chance, though if the reaction of some of the other students was anything to go on, that probably wasn't done that often.
'I'll go over and say hi after the Ceremony, if possible. It's always good to have a healthy relationship with one's teachers.'
As a male teacher whose name he had missed in his delirium called up members of Judgement, as well as level 5's, Akira was hit with another pang of longing.
Akira had wanted to be a part of Judgement ever since he'd first come to academy city, but with his. . . problem, he didn't want to risk hurting someone. Besides, that problem would probably cause him to be rejected as soon as he tried to apply. He was just too much of a hazard. And that desire also led to the reason he was tired this morning. He was kinda, sorta, possibly a vigliante, and he may have only had about, say, 2 hours of sleep due to being held up by a band of Akurans. They had been in the process of kidnapping some middle school age girls, he didn't even want to think about what for, when he had happened upon them on his way home. They weren't that strong, but their was a lot of them and as a Micro, he was good at long fights. He had made it through all right, but it had taken a while, as they seemed to have gotten reinforcements half way through.
And of course, when he went to go ask the girls if they were al right, they started screaming there heads off. Calming them down had taken about an hour, and had done a thorough job of killing his spirits. People were always disgusted by his ability, and nobody seemed to like his mask. He was currently thinking of upgrading it so that it could have a function besides hiding his identity as the 'Red Devil'. He wasn't going to change the look though, it was cool and he din't care what anybody said, even if it did make calming down victims a tad bit harder.</s>
| <|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Anderson chuckled, he had plans to break every single one of those rules and get away with it. Information was power, and Anderson had already amassed a good deal of it. But he would probably have to break those rules if he wanted to get more in this school, he didn't have time conforming to hypocritical rules, he had an empire to build.
He patted the Beretta Raffica in its holster under his jacket and felt the combat butterfly knife in his sleeve. Sins were created to be made, he just made more of them. He panned his head around and saw the boy next to him fiddling with his fingers and a novel sticking out of his pocket. "Nice book you've got there, I've read it before, interesting book isn't it?"
The boy looked at him as Kazeno poned to the v=cover that was peaking out of the pocket, "If you want to read it, then do it. I won't snitch, I promise.
Anderson put on a smile as he reassured the boy, Service with a smile, he thought to himself.</s> |
<|description|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Esper (Later Hybrid)
Student
Micro Type
Wild black hair and heterochromic eyes (his left eye is black with his right eye is red). He is of average height and there isn't anything too much that's special about, while he does have good looks, its nothing movie star level.
Outside of his school uniform, he wears an open camo jacket with a hood under a grey vest with jeans.
Nickname: Vortex, Kayama
Magic Name: Tempitis156, the storm of sin I wield to purge
Position: None, but he does tend to chill in Judgement offices sorta like Saten
Seat Number: 33
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Bloodtype: O+
Biography:
Born under the surname of Hayabusa, Kazeno lived a standard childhood life for much of elementary school. However, during fifth grade, he took on a dare to go into a supposedly haunted shed behind his house. In the back of the shed, he found a mirror that, when Kazeno looked into, released a sprit. That sprit was named Chi Ni, and she decides that to use Kazeno's young body as her vessel of the mortal world. That night, Kazeno's mentality changed, turning his otherwise sweet nature into something more sinister. While in his "dark mode" he killed his parents in the goriest way possible, surprised to find the blood had no effect on him and he didn't feel anything when he killed his parents.
After a lengthy police investigation, the officials said that a mad man broke in and killed the parents, Kazeno got away clean. He would later be adopted by the Yamato family and decided to take their name over his birth name as he didn't want to remember his past. Over the years that followed, he learned how to control Chi Ni and even befriend the bloodthirsty demon sprit inside of him. He new parents were deciding if they should sent him to a prestigious school in a America to jump start his education.
However, that was never the case. At the age of 14, a mysterious magician who seemed to mock his inability to "use his demons to the fullest of potentials" killed his new foster parents. Enraged, he lost control and Chi Ni took over, releasing a magical wave that flattened an entire city block. Since then, he has come to Academy City and joined the Hybrid School in hopes that it will lead him to the killers of his foster parents and help learn more about Chi Ni.
Personality: To strangers, he seems very calm and has a "professional" air about him. To those he opens up too know him as brave (if not a bit full of himself at times), kind and good natured with a humorous side and very observant. When he has to do something, he often becomes more serious, professional, dedicated and sometimes a bit cold. While he is considered amongst the strongest level four, being a level 5 candidate with his myriad of skills and abilities he can use thanks to his Vortex ability, he is fairly reserved and modest when it comes to this. A darker side of him is that he doesn't mind getting violent when he feels some things need to be sped up and is immune to killer's remorse and the sight of blood and gore. Slightly psychopathic due to Chi Ni being in his body.
Likes:
Lava Lamps
Electronic Music
Flying
Western Sweets
Strategy Games
Blackjack
Blood
Dislikes:
Bureaucratic BS
Incompetence and Arrogance
People who cause trouble
Work in general
Chi Ni's antics
Skills:
Kazeno has a few skills based around his esper ability:
- He can never get the wind knocked out of him
- It is a lot harder and takes a lot longer to choke him out
- He can move quietly by create pads of air under his feet
- Most people cannot get the jump on his without supernatural assistance as he can feel their "wind"
He as a solid free running skill assisted by his wind manipulation.
He can interrogate people by rapidly forcing air in and out of their lungs, causing headaches, nausea, choking and severe internal pain.
While he does know a modest amount of street fighting, most of his fighting ability comes from Chi Ni who take more control in fights and allows him to be proficient in many types of weaponry include more unorthodox combat styles.
Vortex (ボルテックス – Borutekkusu) (Aerokinesis): Level 4; Micro
Special Skill: Wind Step – Kazeno can force the air underneath him to propel him in any direction. While Kazeno cannot fly, Wind Step produces a similar effect albeit, its unadvisable for him to do it over long distances.
Signature Move:
Vortex – An attack similar to Misaka's Railgun, Vortex causes a small, horizontal tornado that picks up debris for more damage. It is two part with the first part pinning the target to a wall or something similar and the second part hitting the target with whatever crap got picked up.
Disadvantages: Unlike Misaka's Railgun, its quite wide an does not work well in tight, narrow. And unlike some of Kazeno's other abiltes, it requires a lot of open, unhindered air (he can't use it when he's in a spot that doesn't let a lot of are in like low tunnels and there can't be anything like a industrial fan or jet engine nearby). Also not the quietest move ever.
Windwalker – By focusing highwinds on himself, Kazeno can effective defy gravity and walk on walls and ceilings. Only works when he is on solid, preferably noon-moivng objects. Can be used on other people.
Disadvantages: Like Vortex, it requires a lot of open air and unhindered. It also tends to make people nauseous as their equilibrium has effectively been chucked into space.
Theme
sweetARMS - Blade of Hope
Extras:
- His name is derived from the Japanes word "Kaze" meaning "wind"
- Chi Ni's name when translated comes out as "Bloodlust"
- If he was a level 5, its thought that he would be able to create plasma and summon huge storms instantly, fly indefinitely and choke someone of their air from afar (yay for Darth Vader force choking!)
- When Level Upper was still popular, its thought that he would easily become a level 6 if he were to use it, allowing him to change the weather of an whole hemisphere with the snap of a finger, create plasma storms he calls "Star Falls", completely negate gravity, and to have his power work even in the vacuum of space!
- While he goes around unarmed, he always keeps a deck of poker cards on him as he used them as ranged weapons
He gets three magic abilities later on, two of them are actuall different versions of the same spell (at GM's discretion of course):
- Demon Sword Murasume – A black sword which he can summon from thin air, its appearance is similar to that of a European broadsword but more evil-looking and vicious. It can be said that this is one of Chi Ni's physical forms when she has more control of Kazneo's body than Kazeno does.
- Angel Blade Hayate - A graceful white sword that is summoned from a gale of feathers. It also looks like a European broadsword, just more knightly and less vicious. Kazeno can only use this sword when he is in more control of his body than Chi Ni is, which is uncommon as Chi Ni needs to be in control for a sword to appear in the first place.
- Breath of Life – Allows Kazeno to give sentience and emotion to inanimate objects (like robots) and return people whom had their minds broken to be restored to a healthy mental state and give sprits a physical body. However, each use not only knocks him out for at least a day, but also shaves a decade of his own life off. However, he cannot use this on unholy demons and sprits.</s>
<|message|>Takamine Kaori
To aru Kagaku no Janpā!/ A Certain Scientific Jumper! / To aru konton shitta no Janpā ! / A Certain Chaotic Jumper!
This day and never again, I'm not in class but needless to say I'm having epistaxis right now, Ria-sama is at it again~ kyaa~ A daily life of a fangirl doesn't get any better than this. Sigh.....can we get to the point already, I already know who looks good, who is an asshole, who is likeable, who is interesting, and who doesn't get my interest at all. Until this very moment, I recall being in Mr.Principle's office, he doesn't want me to ruin the ceremony, it's so bad that I have to be under tight pressure; Judgement are everywhere during the ceremony and I couldn't do anything about it. Furthermore,why not just pull the fire alarm?...Then the fire sprinklers leading to warping pond into the classroom and trigger the sprinklers. Needless to say, what about a pond to the classroom? No, only Anzai knows how to deal with complicated things, he probably is peeping on Ria-sama by now. Then warping to the fire alarm and back into hiding? Genius.
In that case, I have to wear gloves and not leave evidence and make sure to warp the handle off... no..no... that might point to me since all the blame is onto me with my foul records. Technically there should be a frame, a culprit foil, I just have to make it look like it is destroyed by someone else's power! Therefore it is X person's fault and Y person passes on the blame! Judgement and Anti-skill specialize on that sort of investigation, damn it. They'll see cameras being clean, hidden ones and a mask might do. Covert operations with Anzai is a miss on those days, if only he was here, my plans are accurate. What a pain, what a hassle. I can just take everyone's pants off as I recall bumping on everyone today but it doesn't change the fact that, they may not even be in class. It will take a lot of calculations to do so, I have to analyze the mass, quantum, velocity, vector.... It's so cool, I'm already a genius thinking this ahead! HAHAHAHAHA
Jumper on the way! I appeared out of nowhere in the table, glomping Ria-sama; "Yagami Kaori-Janpā desu yo!" Oh I love the sound of that, the fire alarm. Let me explain this to you all. Before glomping Ria-sama, I made the decision to sound the alarm, destroy the evidence and frame it on selected few. The hammer should be hidden in someone's bag right now but that would take a lot of effort to pull. OH! Bonus points for breaking the fourth wall! AWESOME! Needless to say, I am great at this, Chaos is the Norm!
The Jumper unleashes chaos!</s>
<|message|>Dylan Brooks
Dylan
Dylan held in a scream of pain as the cold water from the sprinklers hit his burns, turning around quickly turning around to see the familiar face of Yagami Kaori, one of the biggest trouble-makers he had the pleasure of knowing. Normally, he would be enjoying her little prank, as he enjoyed the rest of them, but given that he was covered with burns, being drenched in ice cold water without warning left his sense of humor sorely lacking.
"Kaori, this is your doing isn't it? And dammit Ria, could you put you clothes on for christ sake." A slight blush dusted his face as he saw the Level 5 in her underwear, but he didn't avert his gaze as he glared at the blonde trickster at her side.</s>
<|message|>Satou Wataru
For a long moment Wataru was sure he had offended the girl. Panicking slightly, he ran one hand through his hair, wondering if perhaps it was a mess or... Luckily her expression soon relaxed, at least a little bit. 'Otonashi-san, then? I look forward to studying together; let's have a good year.' Flashing a genuine smile, he mentally analysed the girl and her reactions; Otonashi was nervous, furtive. She seemed embarrassed by her level, which he could understand; most of their classmates would likely be 3s and 4s. Wataru himself was only a low level 3, so he could sympathise. 'Do you mind if I ask-' His question was cut off by the entrance of that blue woman, presumably their homeroom teacher. Giving Otonashi a friendly wink, Wataru faced forward and gathered his class materials. The lesson seemed interesting enough; he hadn't decided whether or not to participate in the hybrid program, but the theory behind magic sounded fascinating. Hoping to get right to grips with the mechanics, Wataru found himself slightly disappointed when a round of introductions began. He waited patiently, averting his eyes from Tsurura's antics and the general weirdness in the room; there were a ton of JUDGEMENT members present and they barely responded to the clear breach of school rules and basic human decency before them... He started resolutely ahead, awaiting his turn. When it finally came, he opened his mouth to speak... only to be cut off once again, this time by the screaming introduction of one Yagami... Wataru took a deep, bracing breath, stood and introduced himself in a dignified, if flat voice. 'Satou Wataru, JUDGEMENT and Student Council. I am a level 3 esper. And now...' He turned heavily to the errant student, his smile frozen. 'Yagami, is it? I have no doubt that we'll be seeing you a lot in the coming months...' He cocked his head, listening out for a school-wide announcement; if Hybrid Academy was anything like a normal school, the fire alarm would trigger a tannoy call confirming a fire. When none came he sighed deeply and turned to the front once more. 'Sorry Sensei, may I go to the faculty office to check this alarm? I am with JUDGEMENT, so I know the procedures.' Despite being satched though to the skin, Wataru kept his expression neutral and calm, in stark contrast to the irritation welling up inside. There was no immediate threat of fire, so most urgent was getting those damn sprinklers turned off...</s>
| <|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Kazeno stared at the fire alarm with a mix of malice and anger. He was in the middle of a conversation with an interesting Magician by the name of Ray-Ray who was also the VP. The chill of the water sent a shiver down his spine but soon he straightened himself out. With one motion from his hands, the books and pencils of everyone in the room went towards the few amount sprinklers, it seemed like overkill, but there's no kill quite like overkill.
After the water pipes decided it would be best to stop spewing water, Kazeno looked at the open window made a dragging motion towards the classroom. A burst of warm came in and helped to dry people off.
"Honestly, who the hell in the right mind would do something like this one the first day?" Kazeno directed some of the warm air to dry off his hair.
"Maybe they weren't in the right mind." Chi Ni materialized from the back of Kazeno's head; despite being a ghost, she was deathly afraid of water and would hide in Kazeno's body at the first touch of rain.
"You know, I think this might be the first time I agreed with you Chi Ni." Kazeno pointed a finger at Ray and directed some warm air towards him, "Here, this should help, in theory."</s> |
<|description|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Esper (Later Hybrid)
Student
Micro Type
Wild black hair and heterochromic eyes (his left eye is black with his right eye is red). He is of average height and there isn't anything too much that's special about, while he does have good looks, its nothing movie star level.
Outside of his school uniform, he wears an open camo jacket with a hood under a grey vest with jeans.
Nickname: Vortex, Kayama
Magic Name: Tempitis156, the storm of sin I wield to purge
Position: None, but he does tend to chill in Judgement offices sorta like Saten
Seat Number: 33
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Bloodtype: O+
Biography:
Born under the surname of Hayabusa, Kazeno lived a standard childhood life for much of elementary school. However, during fifth grade, he took on a dare to go into a supposedly haunted shed behind his house. In the back of the shed, he found a mirror that, when Kazeno looked into, released a sprit. That sprit was named Chi Ni, and she decides that to use Kazeno's young body as her vessel of the mortal world. That night, Kazeno's mentality changed, turning his otherwise sweet nature into something more sinister. While in his "dark mode" he killed his parents in the goriest way possible, surprised to find the blood had no effect on him and he didn't feel anything when he killed his parents.
After a lengthy police investigation, the officials said that a mad man broke in and killed the parents, Kazeno got away clean. He would later be adopted by the Yamato family and decided to take their name over his birth name as he didn't want to remember his past. Over the years that followed, he learned how to control Chi Ni and even befriend the bloodthirsty demon sprit inside of him. He new parents were deciding if they should sent him to a prestigious school in a America to jump start his education.
However, that was never the case. At the age of 14, a mysterious magician who seemed to mock his inability to "use his demons to the fullest of potentials" killed his new foster parents. Enraged, he lost control and Chi Ni took over, releasing a magical wave that flattened an entire city block. Since then, he has come to Academy City and joined the Hybrid School in hopes that it will lead him to the killers of his foster parents and help learn more about Chi Ni.
Personality: To strangers, he seems very calm and has a "professional" air about him. To those he opens up too know him as brave (if not a bit full of himself at times), kind and good natured with a humorous side and very observant. When he has to do something, he often becomes more serious, professional, dedicated and sometimes a bit cold. While he is considered amongst the strongest level four, being a level 5 candidate with his myriad of skills and abilities he can use thanks to his Vortex ability, he is fairly reserved and modest when it comes to this. A darker side of him is that he doesn't mind getting violent when he feels some things need to be sped up and is immune to killer's remorse and the sight of blood and gore. Slightly psychopathic due to Chi Ni being in his body.
Likes:
Lava Lamps
Electronic Music
Flying
Western Sweets
Strategy Games
Blackjack
Blood
Dislikes:
Bureaucratic BS
Incompetence and Arrogance
People who cause trouble
Work in general
Chi Ni's antics
Skills:
Kazeno has a few skills based around his esper ability:
- He can never get the wind knocked out of him
- It is a lot harder and takes a lot longer to choke him out
- He can move quietly by create pads of air under his feet
- Most people cannot get the jump on his without supernatural assistance as he can feel their "wind"
He as a solid free running skill assisted by his wind manipulation.
He can interrogate people by rapidly forcing air in and out of their lungs, causing headaches, nausea, choking and severe internal pain.
While he does know a modest amount of street fighting, most of his fighting ability comes from Chi Ni who take more control in fights and allows him to be proficient in many types of weaponry include more unorthodox combat styles.
Vortex (ボルテックス – Borutekkusu) (Aerokinesis): Level 4; Micro
Special Skill: Wind Step – Kazeno can force the air underneath him to propel him in any direction. While Kazeno cannot fly, Wind Step produces a similar effect albeit, its unadvisable for him to do it over long distances.
Signature Move:
Vortex – An attack similar to Misaka's Railgun, Vortex causes a small, horizontal tornado that picks up debris for more damage. It is two part with the first part pinning the target to a wall or something similar and the second part hitting the target with whatever crap got picked up.
Disadvantages: Unlike Misaka's Railgun, its quite wide an does not work well in tight, narrow. And unlike some of Kazeno's other abiltes, it requires a lot of open, unhindered air (he can't use it when he's in a spot that doesn't let a lot of are in like low tunnels and there can't be anything like a industrial fan or jet engine nearby). Also not the quietest move ever.
Windwalker – By focusing highwinds on himself, Kazeno can effective defy gravity and walk on walls and ceilings. Only works when he is on solid, preferably noon-moivng objects. Can be used on other people.
Disadvantages: Like Vortex, it requires a lot of open air and unhindered. It also tends to make people nauseous as their equilibrium has effectively been chucked into space.
Theme
sweetARMS - Blade of Hope
Extras:
- His name is derived from the Japanes word "Kaze" meaning "wind"
- Chi Ni's name when translated comes out as "Bloodlust"
- If he was a level 5, its thought that he would be able to create plasma and summon huge storms instantly, fly indefinitely and choke someone of their air from afar (yay for Darth Vader force choking!)
- When Level Upper was still popular, its thought that he would easily become a level 6 if he were to use it, allowing him to change the weather of an whole hemisphere with the snap of a finger, create plasma storms he calls "Star Falls", completely negate gravity, and to have his power work even in the vacuum of space!
- While he goes around unarmed, he always keeps a deck of poker cards on him as he used them as ranged weapons
He gets three magic abilities later on, two of them are actuall different versions of the same spell (at GM's discretion of course):
- Demon Sword Murasume – A black sword which he can summon from thin air, its appearance is similar to that of a European broadsword but more evil-looking and vicious. It can be said that this is one of Chi Ni's physical forms when she has more control of Kazneo's body than Kazeno does.
- Angel Blade Hayate - A graceful white sword that is summoned from a gale of feathers. It also looks like a European broadsword, just more knightly and less vicious. Kazeno can only use this sword when he is in more control of his body than Chi Ni is, which is uncommon as Chi Ni needs to be in control for a sword to appear in the first place.
- Breath of Life – Allows Kazeno to give sentience and emotion to inanimate objects (like robots) and return people whom had their minds broken to be restored to a healthy mental state and give sprits a physical body. However, each use not only knocks him out for at least a day, but also shaves a decade of his own life off. However, he cannot use this on unholy demons and sprits.</s>
<|message|>Zentaro Ray
Ray as getting tired of all the argument going on. There was no point for anyone to argue over a straight forward situation. It's not that illogical, some students have pasts that involve this beast. Ray chuckled to himself. "If they have crossed paths with this beast, then they should not be complaining about such details. They would just want fight the man." He said coldly in his head. Ray sighed, why were students so naive? He had to wonder why they had to argue over such simplicity's. The teacher had given them a clear cut explanation, yet they were still arguing uselessly.
Ray ignored the student and duck flying into the window situation and focused back on the teacher when she began to make her explanation. He did hear Tsumiki from the door, but he simply waved him off. Ray knew what time it was, he was here for a reason. Ray smiled at the teacher question and offer, none of them were appealing or necessary. "I'm interested, this is part of my investigation. If we can capture or kill him, this investigation is over. As for the reward, I will have to decline, there is no need for me to inject myself with an unusual from of steroids." He said sarcastically. He would have rather stayed a Magician, it was a much better power than the Esper.
Unfortunately, Ray's joking attitude changed into an angry one. This guy who was standing at the door with him was a bit to sadistic for a simple student. This led Ray to beileve that this man did something more than he was leading on. Ray smiled, both this guy and Anderson were both worthy of investigation. Ray opened his eyes when he heard Tsumiki's unusual demand. This is what annoyed him at times, a student who got to big for his birches. Ray tensed up a bit before taking a breath and relaxing. He opened his eyed and glanced back a Tsumiki with a cold expression. "I'm sure the teacher has all the proper authorization to do this. And if I'm not mistaken, your still to busy trying to solve the Fire Alarm case. This is the a perfect opportunity to close this case for good. Your demands are illogical and stupid, it may be your job, but your forgetting that is the teacher was not strong enough to beat it on her on. No amount of uneducated Anti-Skill or JUDGEMENT can take on this beast." He said coldly. "If your not here to join, then go wait for me outside, I'll join you in a bit." He said waving him away.
Unfortunately, his requests were ignored by the other guy activated his ability. A tendril of blood was pointed directly between Tsumiki eyes. "Blood." he mumbled to himself with vague interest. Ray was fascinated and angered at the same time, could these students not handle themselves in a responible manner. Fortunately, Ray would not interfere, not unless things got worse. He also did not was to get in trouble with the teacher.</s>
<|message|>Tatsuya, Tsumiki
Tsumiki ignored the arguments and veiled threats and kept his features composed. "I have given you due warning," He said flatly, turning around to leave. "If anybody not sanctioned by the proper authorities is caught trying to track, kill or capture the criminal in question, they shall be detained without further discussion." He put just a little extra emphasis on the word 'caught', as if he was trying to hint at something. As he walked out the door, he had one further thing to add.
"Ray, if you don't think Judgement or Anti-Skill, the people trained to hunt down criminal espers, can handle this person, what exactly do you think a ragtag group of untrained highschool students is going to accomplish? Be careful, this is real danger. It's easy to get in over your head." Without waiting for a response, he pushed his way back outside.
Once he was far enough away, he leaned against the nearest wall and held his hand up to chest height. Focusing a little bit, he stood still as sparks played across his fingers. His hair raised up around his head, and all of a sudden he turned and slammed his fist into the wall.
"That was stupid, what was I thinking? They're going to get themselves killed, and it'll be my fault for not stopping them." He turned and slumped against the wall, resting his arms on his knees, unaware that a trickle of blood was winding it's way down his fingers.</s>
| <|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
"I'm not here for drugs miss, I do well enough without abilities." Anderson dropping his respectful tone, "I'm just here to turn a profit."
Kazeno and Chi Ni neverously picked up the duck and shuffled out of the room as they saw Ray and someone else having a fight right outside. Kazeno would usualy intereject, but right now he just felt like getting the hell out incase things got ugly. 4 incredibly powerful people in on spot doesn't bode well for anyone who gets caught up in their fight.
"There is much more to know about Jack then most people ever want to know. For example, he was never human to begin with. He was created a monster." Anderson ignored the duck quacking about as Kazeno went past him, thinking, Why the hell is he still carrying the duck? He took out a notecard and wrote down the bill for that bit of information, "$50, if you don't like the price you can go find someone else to get it from, but I will say, the chances of that happening are slimmer then your waist."
Anderson walked out and walked towards the boy who run out earlier, telling Ray off about how only Judgement and Anti-Skill should deal with Jack. He laughed, "The only thing they're going to get is a bunch of dead bodies beyond recognition."
A few strides later, he came across the boy with a bleeding fist slumped against the wall, Everything is set, all flags have been cleared. He cleared his throat and put on a smile, "Tsumiki-kun, have more faith in your classmates. They won't die like this."</s> |
<|description|>Otonashi Shizuka
Esper
[Student]
[Micro Type]
Appearance:
Shizuka has short green hair and green eyes behind thick glasses. Some say she looks a bit boyish. Shizuka is on the short side. Shizuka generally wears her uniform or more modest, old-fashioned clothing when she's outside. At home she typically wears sweatshirt and sweatpants (totally an otaku)
Nickname/Alias: None
Magic Name : None
Position: None
Faction: None
Seat Number: #20
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Blood Type: B+
Biography: Shizuka grew up as a low-level Esper in Academy City, having been sent there by her parents at a young age, along with her older brother. When her brother was in high school, and herself in elementary school, her brother started using the notorious Level Upper performance enhancing audio file. He shared it with Shizuka and both of them noticed a boost in their ability to use their Esper powers. When Kiyama Harumi, the creator of Level Upper used the Level Upper AIM network to hijack the powers of all the Espers using the network, both Shizuka and her brother went into a coma and after they were brought out of the coma by the Level Upper treatment program, they were apprehended as Level Upper users, in effect, they were branded as criminals. Due to her young age and due to having been influenced by her brother, Shizuka was acquitted, whereas her brother had to go through a long and arduous process to be released. He was also sent away from Academy City since he had lost his powers as a result of Level Upper.
Though Shizuka resents what Kiyama Harumi and Level Upper (and by extension, Academy City) did to her brother, the pressure, shame and powerlessness of being a low-level Esper combined with an insatiable curiosity for the level of power she had experienced when younger has pushed her to experiment on herself with synesthesia; as a manipulator of sound, she attempted over and over again to recreate and modify the original audio of Level Upper. It is perhaps this daring to break past her limits through unconventional (and potentially dangerous) means that has gained her acceptance to Hybrid Academy.
Personality: Despite her ambition, Shizuka is actually kind of a coward and just wants to get along with everyone. She puts too much value on what other people think of her, giving her a desire to please others which makes her susceptible to being bullied and exploited. She tries to find someone who she thinks will be nice to her and give her attention to whom she latches on, becoming something of a lackey. She can come off as serious but is easily flustered. She is afraid that her love of computers will make people think she's an otaku (she really is).
Likes:
- Robotics/electronics
- Computers
- Video games
- "Cool" things like tokusatsu
- Classical Music
- Pure sounds (electronic tones), or natural sounds (waterfalls and thunder)
Dislikes:
- Noise, sudden noise (gunfire, screaming), the sound of too many people talking (crowds)
- Conflict, quarreling
- Being ignored
- Being asked about music
- Feeling exposed
Skills:
- Wave Theory
- Perfect Pitch
- Harmonics
- Electrical engineering (hobby)
- Piezoelectric circuit design
Ability:
Lonely Orchestra (獨單樂隊 - Tandoku Gakutai) (Acoustokinesis): Level 2 (Level Up 4-5); Micro
Special Skill: Detection and emission of audible and inaudible frequencies and amplitudes of sound. This includes being able to figure out the resonant frequencies of various objects and materials by listening to the sound it makes when struck, and imitating voices.
Signature Move: * Level Upper Private Server - Shizuka's ultimate goal is to recreate Level Upper for herself. This may push her to Level 4 or Level 5. Depending on what the GM allows, this may be a buff to herself only, or an area-of-effect buff to all Espers within range of hearing her, which may or may not come with the advantages and disadvantages that having a small AIM field network brings. The details of how this particular skill manifests can be tweaked since Shizuka may not actually end up making an exact copy of the original audio.
+ Disadvantages: May induce coma or other negative side effects of the original Level Upper.
Magic: None
Theme Song(s):
- Main
- Battle music, or if she ever gets the chance to power-trip
- More power-tripping
Extras: Shizuka is not actually an audiophile and is somewhat out-of-touch with popular music. Shizuka's Signature Moves will not be achieved until later (with GM's permission of course).</s>
<|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Seiji sighed as he sat in his seat, watching whatever shenanigans unfolded around him. Nobody had really noticed his presence, but that was fine- given the lack of sanity everyone seemed to have, it was probably better off that way. Mindlessly following along with the statements the people on stage were giving out, Seiji tapped his fingers on his lap impatiently. Though the introductions were all probably mandatory, the time it took to get through them seemed to be a lot longer than it should have been.
Oh well. That was probably due to his boredom, in all honesty. After transferring here as a complete nobody, it wasn't surprising to not be making any acquaintances- his relatively bland appearance didn't help matters much either. But the formalities continued on, no matter hoow useless they seemed to be. Oh, if only this thing could end sooner so he could get back to reading...
The thought of reading in the auditorium had obviously crossed his mind earlier, but that would be disrespectful and probably get him in some sort of trouble or, worse yet, get his novel confiscated. It wasn't worth the effort to retrieve the copy if that was the case, of course, so Seiji decided to just take this one head on. The coffee he had taken earlier that morning was just starting to kick in now, anyhow- what perfect timing that was.</s>
<|message|>Kurogami Akira
Akira, who had been in his desk asleep the whole time, had jolted himself awake when the lady had started speaking. He paid as close attention as he could, but over all it was all he could do to keep his head up. He did look over the paper he was given thoroughly as possible, and took out a note pad to write down a set of notes for if/when he switched over to him. The notes were simple and to the point, and he made sure to make it extra clear that abuse of powers came with heavy consequences. Hopefully, the recipient of these notes will actually listen, though that was a hope that had very little evidence to back it up.
Akira raised his hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, giving a passing glance at the blue woman with some interest. She looked a little scary, but Akira was sure she was a nice person underneath the cool exterior. All people had to do was give her a chance, though if the reaction of some of the other students was anything to go on, that probably wasn't done that often.
'I'll go over and say hi after the Ceremony, if possible. It's always good to have a healthy relationship with one's teachers.'
As a male teacher whose name he had missed in his delirium called up members of Judgement, as well as level 5's, Akira was hit with another pang of longing.
Akira had wanted to be a part of Judgement ever since he'd first come to academy city, but with his. . . problem, he didn't want to risk hurting someone. Besides, that problem would probably cause him to be rejected as soon as he tried to apply. He was just too much of a hazard. And that desire also led to the reason he was tired this morning. He was kinda, sorta, possibly a vigliante, and he may have only had about, say, 2 hours of sleep due to being held up by a band of Akurans. They had been in the process of kidnapping some middle school age girls, he didn't even want to think about what for, when he had happened upon them on his way home. They weren't that strong, but their was a lot of them and as a Micro, he was good at long fights. He had made it through all right, but it had taken a while, as they seemed to have gotten reinforcements half way through.
And of course, when he went to go ask the girls if they were al right, they started screaming there heads off. Calming them down had taken about an hour, and had done a thorough job of killing his spirits. People were always disgusted by his ability, and nobody seemed to like his mask. He was currently thinking of upgrading it so that it could have a function besides hiding his identity as the 'Red Devil'. He wasn't going to change the look though, it was cool and he din't care what anybody said, even if it did make calming down victims a tad bit harder.</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Anderson chuckled, he had plans to break every single one of those rules and get away with it. Information was power, and Anderson had already amassed a good deal of it. But he would probably have to break those rules if he wanted to get more in this school, he didn't have time conforming to hypocritical rules, he had an empire to build.
He patted the Beretta Raffica in its holster under his jacket and felt the combat butterfly knife in his sleeve. Sins were created to be made, he just made more of them. He panned his head around and saw the boy next to him fiddling with his fingers and a novel sticking out of his pocket. "Nice book you've got there, I've read it before, interesting book isn't it?"
The boy looked at him as Kazeno poned to the v=cover that was peaking out of the pocket, "If you want to read it, then do it. I won't snitch, I promise.
Anderson put on a smile as he reassured the boy, Service with a smile, he thought to himself.</s>
| <|message|>Otonashi Shizuka
When the teacher, Kurogane-sensei came to the podium to speak, Shizuka grabbed her face in embarrassment. "He's...so hot!" she thought to herself, I hope he's our homeroom teacher! Ah, but he's not going to pay any attention to a weird otaku girl like me. No! I'm not an otaku, I just have...different tastes..."
When Kurogane-sensei finished the first part of his speech and the fangirls started calling out his name, Shizuka kept quiet, as the sheer amount of rivals made her feel even more so that her chances were nigh impossible. When Hoshira-sensei was introduced, Shizuka was at first a bit repulsed by her strange skin color, but Kurogane-sensei reminded everyone to disregard outward appearances, which she took to heart, "That might mean that Sensei will look past my otaku tendencies!" Though back to the ceremony, Shizuka thought about how she felt about magic users, and came to the conclusion that unlike other people of Academy City, she had nothing against magic users, it was an unusual quirk of how her parents raised her, to tolerate people of faith, even if you might think they were irrational.
When members of Judgment were called up, Shizuka noticed that there were a lot of good looking boys, but when Ria was called up, Shizuka was reminded where she had heard Kurogane Kiyoshi before, as one of the Level 5's, few people hadn't heard his and Ria's names. Looking at Ria's cool elegance, Shizuka wondered if they could be friends. As a level 2, Shizuka had a strange mixture of jealousy and awe when she thought about level 5's, she assumed most of them were arrogant, but then again, they had a right to be. But she was sure they couldn't all be like that, and hoped Kurogane-sensei and Ria were not. Maybe if she 'Leveled Up', she could gain their respect, after all, that's what she was here for.</s> |
<|description|>Otonashi Shizuka
Esper
[Student]
[Micro Type]
Appearance:
Shizuka has short green hair and green eyes behind thick glasses. Some say she looks a bit boyish. Shizuka is on the short side. Shizuka generally wears her uniform or more modest, old-fashioned clothing when she's outside. At home she typically wears sweatshirt and sweatpants (totally an otaku)
Nickname/Alias: None
Magic Name : None
Position: None
Faction: None
Seat Number: #20
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Blood Type: B+
Biography: Shizuka grew up as a low-level Esper in Academy City, having been sent there by her parents at a young age, along with her older brother. When her brother was in high school, and herself in elementary school, her brother started using the notorious Level Upper performance enhancing audio file. He shared it with Shizuka and both of them noticed a boost in their ability to use their Esper powers. When Kiyama Harumi, the creator of Level Upper used the Level Upper AIM network to hijack the powers of all the Espers using the network, both Shizuka and her brother went into a coma and after they were brought out of the coma by the Level Upper treatment program, they were apprehended as Level Upper users, in effect, they were branded as criminals. Due to her young age and due to having been influenced by her brother, Shizuka was acquitted, whereas her brother had to go through a long and arduous process to be released. He was also sent away from Academy City since he had lost his powers as a result of Level Upper.
Though Shizuka resents what Kiyama Harumi and Level Upper (and by extension, Academy City) did to her brother, the pressure, shame and powerlessness of being a low-level Esper combined with an insatiable curiosity for the level of power she had experienced when younger has pushed her to experiment on herself with synesthesia; as a manipulator of sound, she attempted over and over again to recreate and modify the original audio of Level Upper. It is perhaps this daring to break past her limits through unconventional (and potentially dangerous) means that has gained her acceptance to Hybrid Academy.
Personality: Despite her ambition, Shizuka is actually kind of a coward and just wants to get along with everyone. She puts too much value on what other people think of her, giving her a desire to please others which makes her susceptible to being bullied and exploited. She tries to find someone who she thinks will be nice to her and give her attention to whom she latches on, becoming something of a lackey. She can come off as serious but is easily flustered. She is afraid that her love of computers will make people think she's an otaku (she really is).
Likes:
- Robotics/electronics
- Computers
- Video games
- "Cool" things like tokusatsu
- Classical Music
- Pure sounds (electronic tones), or natural sounds (waterfalls and thunder)
Dislikes:
- Noise, sudden noise (gunfire, screaming), the sound of too many people talking (crowds)
- Conflict, quarreling
- Being ignored
- Being asked about music
- Feeling exposed
Skills:
- Wave Theory
- Perfect Pitch
- Harmonics
- Electrical engineering (hobby)
- Piezoelectric circuit design
Ability:
Lonely Orchestra (獨單樂隊 - Tandoku Gakutai) (Acoustokinesis): Level 2 (Level Up 4-5); Micro
Special Skill: Detection and emission of audible and inaudible frequencies and amplitudes of sound. This includes being able to figure out the resonant frequencies of various objects and materials by listening to the sound it makes when struck, and imitating voices.
Signature Move: * Level Upper Private Server - Shizuka's ultimate goal is to recreate Level Upper for herself. This may push her to Level 4 or Level 5. Depending on what the GM allows, this may be a buff to herself only, or an area-of-effect buff to all Espers within range of hearing her, which may or may not come with the advantages and disadvantages that having a small AIM field network brings. The details of how this particular skill manifests can be tweaked since Shizuka may not actually end up making an exact copy of the original audio.
+ Disadvantages: May induce coma or other negative side effects of the original Level Upper.
Magic: None
Theme Song(s):
- Main
- Battle music, or if she ever gets the chance to power-trip
- More power-tripping
Extras: Shizuka is not actually an audiophile and is somewhat out-of-touch with popular music. Shizuka's Signature Moves will not be achieved until later (with GM's permission of course).</s>
<|message|>Zentaro Ray
Ray was getting bored. Teachers were supposed to be on time, it unfortunately felt like the teacher was late. Ray knew that it was only him that was feeling that way, but he could not help it. It is illogical to be inpatient without a valid reason. "I do have a valid reason." He thought back. Being overly excited is not a valid excuse. Ray sighed, if being excited was not a valid excuse, then he did not know what was.
Ray began to despondently twirl his pencil. Hiz pencil was being gracefully spun through his fingers and on his knuckles. Ray had a lot of experience with being bored, and he was adept at dispelling it. Sort of sad don't you think. "I don't think so." He retorted in his head. Ray knew for sure that this was not logical. He was keeping his brain active, some student were playing around instead of actually sitting down and waiting for the teacher.
Ray glanced around the room , maybe he could better dispel his boredom by actually getting social. That's actually a good idea, you really have not had a valid conversation with anyone since the Ceremony. Ray looked around that class and his eyes landed on slick bug, he really did not want to talk to that guy, he was illogical. Ray looked around the room once again, there was a couple of students in the classroom. Unfortunately, it went against Ray's philosophy of walking across something just to speak to someone, so that ruled out the girl in the back. Ray sighed, making friend was much harder that actually expected. Ray felt a shiver go down his spin, he could tell when someone was manipulating wind, he had a close connection with the Archangel that ruled over it, he would feel it. Ray smiled, there was possibly another Magician who wielded that same Magic that he did. His former bordum was replaced with excitement, he could not wait to meat this Wing Magic using Magician. You know it is illogical to assume that it is a Magician. Unfortunately, Ray did not listen to his counsious.</s>
<|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Seiji sighed and folded up the letter as the announcements ended, placing it back into his pocket before looking around and standing up from his seat. Finding his classroom didn't take long; memorizing the school's layout hadn't taken much longer than it would a normal student to read a few paragraphs to him, so the matter was simple enough. The class he was with, though, kind of put a damper on whatever mood he had left- the people that seemed to be floating around didn't exactly strike him as 'friendly', 'outgoing' or, as most might have put it, 'normal'. Then again, the tagline for the school had warned him prior; if he didn't see it coming from a mile away, then there were no excuses to be had.
Glancing around, Seiji noticed his seat sitting alone in the middle of a row, with everyone else mostly organized near the other end of the classroom. It felt as if he was some sort of grade-schooler being ostracized by his classmates, but that likely wasn't the case here. Shrugging, he took his seat and pulled out his novel before continuing to read. Being a background character had its perks, after all.</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Kazeno walked in to the room, a small stack of papers in his hands with Luna carrying a similar stack next to him, telling him about how to find the root polynomial of a fraction or something of that nature. He hoped that the stack of papers he carried would be the weight of his salary one day as he dropped it on to the teacher's desk that was still empty. He amused himself by lifting up all of Luna's papers with a gust of wind (who let out a little "Eep!") and straightened out all of them in the air with his power, maybe some cute girl would take note of it or something immature like that. All the meanwhile, Luna was giving a mean stare at Kazeno's sudden use of power. She walked up to Kazeno and pouted, "Why didn't you tell me before hand?"
"Jesus, sorry," Kazeno embarrassingly rubbed the back of his neck.
Panning around the room, he thought of which way he should go to get to his desk. As he turned around, he found himself seeing into the face of the boy Anderson tried conning at the assembly.
"Are you a magician?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
"No." Kazeno said a bit too bluntly, "I'm just a level 4 esper."
Kazeno turns his body a little and directs the boy to the delicate girl who glanced back from her papers, "She's Luna, and an actual Magician."
"Hello." Luna innocently looked away from the stack of dead trees to greet the boy.
"Oh, I thought you were a Magician who used wind like me." The boy suddenly looked disappointed, "Sorry for bothering you."
As the boy walked away, Kazeno tapped his shoulder and waved his hand up and the stack of papers began doing the Dance of the Sugar Plum around him, "My ability is called 'Vortex', it aerokinesis. My name is Kazeno Yamato." Kazeno formed a paper broadsword with the paper and pretended to sheath it before reaching out an hand, "What's your?"
---
Anderson was looking down at his phone, he had just received as message from one of his many agents.
> The White Chapel Ghoul has been sighted
> I trust you know more about him?
> Sorry sir, all we have are some security photos
> Damn, what the location?
Anderson's eyes widened with a bit of panic and a bit of shock at the response he got. He rushed out of the room and dialed a number on his phone as he checked his coat pocket for his gun. While nobody said anything, most people agreed in their heads, Something has gone wrong, something had gone wrong enough to even shake Anderson.</s>
<|message|>Satou Wataru
With the end of the ceremony, Wataru found himself fading into the background as the student body slowly poured from the room. He took the chance to study the other JUDGEMENT members, most of whom he had only met once, if at all. The president and his aids seemed professional enough, although each had their own idiosyncrasies that worried him... The half girl pleasantly surprised him however; from his past experience of foreigners within Academy City, he had grown to expect nothing but criminality from them. As his eyes drifted across the assembled students, a few likely examples stood out... Hopefully they wouldn't prove too big an issue, although he reasoned that any trouble they caused would be in the realm of the Student Council rather than JUDGEMENT. Not a thought that alleviated his concerns given their recent 'promotion'. And with all this hawk-eyed observation of his fellow students, Wataru studiously avoided the gaze of his new teachers; that blue one especially unsettled him. The skin was bad enough, but something in her voice had chilled Wataru to the bone...
Finally deeming the route sufficiently clear, he headed out to their designated classroom and tried to drown out the leering voices of his new peers as he went. Here and there Wataru spotted other isolated individuals, others who might perhaps share his less-than optimistic outlook on life here at Hybrid Academy, but hung back for the moment. Highest on his priority list was settling down with the rest of the Council and find out just what the fuck was going on in this school. The teacher's unwelcome mindrape hadn't helped much, but nevertheless Wataru looked forward to this afterschool meeting and the answers it hopefully held. When he finally reached the classroom, he found that most of the others had already settled in, which at least made it easier to find his assigned seat. #19, third row, far left... Who'd have thought. Suppressing a dry smile over his for pulling this particular seat, Wataru meandered slowly over, taking the time to give each and every student a surreptitious once over enroute. As he suspected their class seemed to have gathered the cream of the school's collective nutjobbery into one room. Foreigners, magician looking types and one guy that practically exuded bad intentions. And I have to police them. Fuck my life.
Still, there were a few normal looking sorts, like the bespeckled girl seated next to him. Wataru took his place and set about withdrawing what books and stationary he might need, finding to his mild disappointment and private relief that no teacher had shown up yet. In the silence he decided that making friends would be a good start if he was to stay sane. 'Good morning.', he said to the girl, flashing a friendly smile. 'I was worried that I might end up seated in the middle of a group of strangers and I'm no good with that.' Brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, Wataru extended a hand in greeting. 'Satou Wataru, esper and I guess now a member of the Student Council. Joy. Nice to meet you?'</s>
| <|message|>Otonashi Shizuka
As Shizuka sat there, she continued to listen to her sound file, trying her best to pick up other people's conversations with her ability. She remembered in middle school, accidentally blurting out things she had only heard from private conversations that others had, which caused a lot of people to shun her for her natural eavesdropping tendencies and calling her a stalker. She noticed at the front of the room, one of the student council VP's was performing an intricate wind trick with paper. it was impressive, but seeing higher level espers showing off only reminded her of her level 2 inferiority. "But that's why I'm going to perfect level Upper!" she reminded herself, and listened more intently to the audio file, trying to pick up on how it was subtly affecting her brain.
There were a few times she had tried to show off her powers in the past. The first time, she shattered all the windows in class as well as the teacher's glasses. "We speak not of that incident." The other time, she started to emit music, but then people started calling her 'BGM' or 'Radiohead', haha.
When another JUDGMENT member walked by, she glanced up at him and immediately averted her gaze. She remembered seeing him on stage and thinking that he looked like a prince with his long black hair. She sighed to herself, telling herself that she shouldn't get her hopes up.
Shizuka stared up at Wataru with a befuddled intensity that one might misinterpret as killing intent. She quickly caught herself and clumsily pulled out her earphones so that he wouldn't think that she was going to continue to ignore him. "G-good morning..." Shizuka prayed she wasn't blushing, "O-Otonashi Shizuka...esper...level...2..." She accidentally included her level in her introduction. Considering the stringent application process, she was sure Wataru was a significantly higher level, and awaited the condescending remarks and ridicule.</s> |
<|description|>Otonashi Shizuka
Esper
[Student]
[Micro Type]
Appearance:
Shizuka has short green hair and green eyes behind thick glasses. Some say she looks a bit boyish. Shizuka is on the short side. Shizuka generally wears her uniform or more modest, old-fashioned clothing when she's outside. At home she typically wears sweatshirt and sweatpants (totally an otaku)
Nickname/Alias: None
Magic Name : None
Position: None
Faction: None
Seat Number: #20
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Blood Type: B+
Biography: Shizuka grew up as a low-level Esper in Academy City, having been sent there by her parents at a young age, along with her older brother. When her brother was in high school, and herself in elementary school, her brother started using the notorious Level Upper performance enhancing audio file. He shared it with Shizuka and both of them noticed a boost in their ability to use their Esper powers. When Kiyama Harumi, the creator of Level Upper used the Level Upper AIM network to hijack the powers of all the Espers using the network, both Shizuka and her brother went into a coma and after they were brought out of the coma by the Level Upper treatment program, they were apprehended as Level Upper users, in effect, they were branded as criminals. Due to her young age and due to having been influenced by her brother, Shizuka was acquitted, whereas her brother had to go through a long and arduous process to be released. He was also sent away from Academy City since he had lost his powers as a result of Level Upper.
Though Shizuka resents what Kiyama Harumi and Level Upper (and by extension, Academy City) did to her brother, the pressure, shame and powerlessness of being a low-level Esper combined with an insatiable curiosity for the level of power she had experienced when younger has pushed her to experiment on herself with synesthesia; as a manipulator of sound, she attempted over and over again to recreate and modify the original audio of Level Upper. It is perhaps this daring to break past her limits through unconventional (and potentially dangerous) means that has gained her acceptance to Hybrid Academy.
Personality: Despite her ambition, Shizuka is actually kind of a coward and just wants to get along with everyone. She puts too much value on what other people think of her, giving her a desire to please others which makes her susceptible to being bullied and exploited. She tries to find someone who she thinks will be nice to her and give her attention to whom she latches on, becoming something of a lackey. She can come off as serious but is easily flustered. She is afraid that her love of computers will make people think she's an otaku (she really is).
Likes:
- Robotics/electronics
- Computers
- Video games
- "Cool" things like tokusatsu
- Classical Music
- Pure sounds (electronic tones), or natural sounds (waterfalls and thunder)
Dislikes:
- Noise, sudden noise (gunfire, screaming), the sound of too many people talking (crowds)
- Conflict, quarreling
- Being ignored
- Being asked about music
- Feeling exposed
Skills:
- Wave Theory
- Perfect Pitch
- Harmonics
- Electrical engineering (hobby)
- Piezoelectric circuit design
Ability:
Lonely Orchestra (獨單樂隊 - Tandoku Gakutai) (Acoustokinesis): Level 2 (Level Up 4-5); Micro
Special Skill: Detection and emission of audible and inaudible frequencies and amplitudes of sound. This includes being able to figure out the resonant frequencies of various objects and materials by listening to the sound it makes when struck, and imitating voices.
Signature Move: * Level Upper Private Server - Shizuka's ultimate goal is to recreate Level Upper for herself. This may push her to Level 4 or Level 5. Depending on what the GM allows, this may be a buff to herself only, or an area-of-effect buff to all Espers within range of hearing her, which may or may not come with the advantages and disadvantages that having a small AIM field network brings. The details of how this particular skill manifests can be tweaked since Shizuka may not actually end up making an exact copy of the original audio.
+ Disadvantages: May induce coma or other negative side effects of the original Level Upper.
Magic: None
Theme Song(s):
- Main
- Battle music, or if she ever gets the chance to power-trip
- More power-tripping
Extras: Shizuka is not actually an audiophile and is somewhat out-of-touch with popular music. Shizuka's Signature Moves will not be achieved until later (with GM's permission of course).</s>
<|message|>Kirima Sasaki
"Sounds like a plan then. I'll foot the bill and you lead the way," the tall young man nodded in approval. Though it wasn't his preferred method of meeting new people, it was rather convenient that the duck boy had decided to ram full force into him. Well for him, not the dazed-looking duck boy, "If you're alright, let's get going."
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Cafeteria
The taller of the pair pushed open the door for the smaller one and his duck. Besides noting that he really needed to ask what the deal with that thing was, that there was a girl eating pineapple in the corner and a middle-schooler speaking to the Level Five Absolute Zero, Sasaki said, "Alrighty, ah... " It occurred to Sasaki that, though he was buying lunch, he had yet to note this duck boy's name. Calling him duck boy just wouldn't be polite to duck boy or Sasaki's own sensibilities. "...Just get food for you and your animal, and I'll pay," he finished neutrally, "Don't need to worry about cost. Between stipend and job I've got more than enough to throw around for meals."
'Considering my own ravenous appetite' was left unsaid, though that fact became evident with the sheer amount of food piled up on Sasaki's tray by the end of the selection process. Sure he was a big guy, but he was pretty lanky for that much food. He waited for duck boy to pick out his selection. Once he did so, Sasaki approached the cashier and removed his wallet from his pocket, slapping down banknotes like nobody's business. Though electronic banking was probably more convenient, nothing beat being able to see the fruits of your labor. That, and you couldn't hack into banknotes.
Though there was plenty of free space in the almost empty cafeteria, Sasaki gestured with his head to the worried looking girl all lonesome before walking there whether duck boy chose to or not.
"Ohayou, ojou-chan, do you mind if me and my acquaintance sit with you?" the bespectacled teen asked, holding up his almost comically oversized pile of food.
-Pants</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Kazeno watched as Sasaki piled all manner of meat, rice and vegetables pile up on his tray, it was amazing how one tray managed to hold it all. Jeez, this guy is like the Battleship Akagi for christ sake, ignoring the similarly large amount of food on his own tray. If he wasn't flying all the time, he might have easily become a blob of flesh. Thank god he wasn't paying for it though, it would save his trust fund for a day or so he presumed.
He followed the towering figure over to the table we he asked if they could have a seat.</s>
<|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
"Ah... Yeah, you've got a point there." Seiji said, letting out a little laugh before looking at his cold breakfast again. Though he did seem to be making an offhand remark, Kei definitely had a point- he probably wouldn't make it through the day without any food in his stomach. Though the idea of a cold bowl of rice was definitely not something he'd have preferred, he'd have to eat it...
Seiji immediately turned his attention back to Kei as he mentioned coming with him to buy some ingredients after school today. Well, there was no reason to not bring him along- after all, his classmate seemed to be enthusiastic enough.
"By all means, tag along after school. We're still heading to the dorms in the end, so there's no big deal with that... I think. You going to bring anyone else along with you?" Seiji asked as his eyes drifted over to the vending machine nearby. Wait... That was an option.
"'scuse me a moment." he said as he got up and walked over to the machine and purchased a can of warm green tea from it. Taking the can, Seiji walked back to his seat and opened up the can, pouring the tea over his rice. Perfect.
"Ah, the wonders of ochazuke." he said, smiling as he began to eat. "By the way, what is it that you'd like to make anyhow?"</s>
<|message|>Dylan Brooks
Dylan
Dylan smiled as Justeaze got serious, watching her zip around at high speeds with her wind before closing his eyes. As she sent her wind blades at him, he snapped them open, calculations running through his head at insane speeds, estimating where and when they'd hit through sight, hearing, and touch. The moment they were about to hit, he quickly avoided them by just a hair, chuckling a little at the feel of passing air on his skin.
As she came at him, he didn't move an inch in defense, trusting in his refexes, so he didn't fall for her feint. As she came at him from behind, he turned to take the slash on his arms, then moved to catch her foot by the ankle.
"I do hear the voice of the wind, and it gives me all the information I need to defeat you."
Dylan would then pull Justeaze off her feet, swinging her around a couple times befire throwing her in the direction of the track-field, breathing a little hard as he felt the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.</s>
<|message|>Namashiya, Kotori
Kotori Namashiya - An Invisible Songbird
Content with her small little breakfast arrangement as she was, Kotori snaked her hand inside a back to deftly snap open a book with one hand. Leafing through the pages, she once again found her place where she had left off the night before. Coming to the climactic moment where the Witch was about to deliver the poisoned apple to her unsuspecting and innocent rival, Kotori popped a bite of egg between her lips and became immersed once again.
From a distance, there was movement. There were other students piling into the cafeteria to get their morning meals. This time however, she didn't worry. These students would also likely ignore her presence so at first she paid them little heed if at all!
This was a mistake, one that was to be her undoing.
Across the cafeteria, two boys were walking in her direction. One of them being monstrously taller than the other with a proverbial mountain of food piled haphazardly onto his tray. Pulling up the book so that it covered her face except for her eyes, she guardedly observed them from over the tome's edge. The moment she realized that the taller one was looking at her, Kotori's skin rapidly paled as if she had seen a ghost!
The boy leading the two with an Everest of food was monstrous! What did he want?!
Rapid fire troubling thoughts tore through her mind, each of them more worrisome than the next as he drew closer. Closing her eyes tightly and silently praying to herself that his gaze being affixed upon her was just an illusion her nervousness had created, the dreaded truth came out footsteps came to a pause at the side of her table and he asked if the two of them could...she heard quacking, did they have a duck? Why, why did they have a duck?
What fowl trickery was this?
No matter, she had to answer his question. This was her chance! An actual opportunity to make a good impression with those who might be future classmates! So, swallowing a pill of courage and straightening her posture, her worrisome state turned to one that could have almost been considered enigmatic! Good! This is good! She thought, gathering what little confidence she had to speak.
Snapping the storybook shut and settling it down upon the table to the side, she softly nodded to the request. With her melancholic voice reaching out to address the two. "I am not one to stop either of you, feel free to take a seat."
Coolly, well, as coolly as she could, Kotori then plucked up the last piece of her delicious home-cooked eggs and ate it. Using the chewing of her food to buy her time and glancing to the two as they sat down, she bit her bottom lip briefly, thinking of exactly what to say next. How did normal conversations go? Exactly how did they function? Oh yeah! Introductions! That's usually what happened next, right?
"Um, well good morning! ...My name is Namashiya Kotori, what is both of yours?" She requested hesitantly at first, still trying to think deeply on how people normally talked with one another.</s>
<|message|>Justeaze Lizrech Jaeger
"I see its heightened instincts and a innate trust in them" Justeaze said casually as she finally figured out how he kept dodging most of her attacks as she got up from being thrown. Though even as she said this a large smile was on her face as she was breathing a bit hard as well this had to be the most fun she had in awhile. "hahahahaha this has to be the most fun I had in ahwile" she exclaimed as she increased her speed once more it would a bit harder for her to turn but it was worth it she thought. Charging forward once more she did a stabbing motion with her hand that had a small wind blade before switch it up to her foot as she went for a kicking attack once more. This time though due to the increased wind at her feet she would be able to react without falling down fully.</s>
| <|message|>Otonashi Shizuka
Shizuka heard Wataru say 'Gundam', she'd definitely have to engage him in conversation more in the near future.
When Wataru showed amnesty and confiscated the hammer, Shizuka was a bit flustered and relieved at the same time. "Th-thank you. I hope you won't get in trouble on my account. As for what I'm building, it's technically just a tiny speaker. But the point is I'm making a bunch of them. Shizuka waved an arm at the workbench to bring Wataru's attention to about a dozen small, white cube-looking devices. "My reason for making these, is because I'm interested to see how I can take advantage of acoustic concepts; for example, constructive and destructive interference, to increase my sound intensity. Have you ever been to a concert, and found that depending on where you are, the volume of the sound changes? I want to take advantage of this concept, which is also the same concept behind the double-slit experiment and cymatic patterns. If I can place these around at strategic locations and have them emit whatever frequency I want them to, I think I could make my ability significantly more versatile. It would be my own personal concert hall, the Lonely Orchestra. The thing about waves is ultimately, synergy; each individual speaker may be weak, but their combined intensity is proportional to the square of the sums of their amplitudes." Shizuka suddenly froze as she caught herself spouting sound-related techno-babble. Even though she expected that, as an Esper, Wataru had the intelligence to understand what she was saying, ultimately, she couldn't count on him being at all interested. She suddenly clamped down and looked away in embarrassment.</s> |
<|description|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Esper
[Student]
[Macro Type]
Appearance: Standing at 5'10", Seiji's not particularly noteworthy in terms of his appearance. With relatively short black hair and brown eyes, he seems about as normal as a standard Japanese student… Save, of course, for the white eyepatch over his left eye.
While not in school, Seiji usually wears a black jacket over a white t-shirt, as well as navy blue jeans and a small electronic watch on his left arm.
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Magic Name: N/A
Position: N/A
Faction: N/A
Seat Number: 16
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A+
Biography: Seiji's life has been one punctuated with expectations- starting from day one, everyone around him seemed to want him to follow in the footsteps of famous scientists, mathematicians and other such people. His parents were, of course, no exception- early on in his life, Seiji was sent to Academy City to study the Power Curriculum. Though living alone was a nice change of pace from the hectic household where it always felt as if a noose was being tightened around his neck, his lifestyle hadn't really changed- he was still forced to study, but this time an entirely different set of rules and topics. Though he could easily pass by memorizing everything they threw at him, Seiji never truly found any motivation to get to the top. After all, his life was a lot more comfortable- what use would it be to do more than necessary?
A wrench was thrown into his plans soon after, though- caught by a bunch of Skill-Out thugs, Seiji found himself struggling to defend himself. With a lack of any actual combat experience and difficulty using his ability well, Seiji was beaten to within an inch of his life and left unconscious on the street. When he came to, Seiji found himself covered in bandages and missing sight in his left eye. It was embarrassing and infuriating, but inside he knew that it was his own misgivings that had caused this to happen. From here on, he began to work diligently in and out of school.
Seiji's newfound dedication to work led to an increase in his destructive capabilities and, amusingly enough, a new appreciation for his free time, which in many ways was quite counterproductive. Though his calculation ability hadn't seen improvement, Seiji did find himself receiving an invite from Hybrid Academy to attend as a student. Seeing as how his old school was beginning to tire of his on-and-off work habits, Seiji accepted the invite wholeheartedly.
Personality: Despite being a slacker at heart, Seiji's actually quite dedicated when it comes to working… If he's interested in the topic, at least. Due to his lack of interest in mathematics and most subjects related to them, most concepts fly over his head unless he thoroughly dedicates time to understanding them (which almost never happens). He is incredibly stubborn, however- after his first loss to those thugs, Seiji found himself unable to accept any losses due to his own powerlessness and will (quite literally) fight until he can't fight anymore. Towards others, Seiji is usually quite lax; he tends to dislike those who boast or brag about their abilities, though, seeing as how they remind him of his old cocky and complacent self.
Likes:
* Reading
* Cooking
* Slacking off (aka sleep)
* Video Games (VNs/RPGs in particular)
Dislikes:
* Formalities
* Exercise
* Social hierarchies
* Anarchy
* Overly complicated theories/ideas
Skills: Is surprisingly good at cooking. Also has an abnormally good memory, though is a bit lacking in the mathematics department.
Ability:
Electro Explosive (電撃爆弾 – Dengeki Bakudan) (Electrokinesis): Level 3; Macro
Special Skill: Energy Grenade- By channeling electricity towards a single point, Seiji can create what is more or less a remote controlled explosive. They function similarly to both EMP grenades and conventional grenades, as they can both do damage and temporarily interrupt electronics communications. If Seiji is interrupted by something like, say, Capacity Down, all currently active grenades will spontaneously explode, regardless of their position; Seiji will, of course, be unable to create any further projectiles until he recovers.
Signature Move: Magnetic Well- Instead of creating an explosion, this specialized projectile instead pulls nearby magnetic items within a 10m radius towards itself. The effects last for roughly 15 seconds, at which point the projectile discharges and sends electricity at everything within a 2m radius. Only one of these can be live at any given time.
Disadvantages: Instead of the usual memorization of formulas and performing calculations internally that most espers do, Seiji only commits the results of calculations he uses repeatedly to memory. As such, most of his bombs are of a uniform shape, size and explosion- the only thing he can alter is detonation time. While he can set up traps and change the settings and the like, doing to takes considerably longer than his usual attacks. Due to the destructive nature of his ability, there's also a chance that the bomb might misfire or go off early when not using the standard settings.
Magic: None.
Theme Song(s): None (for now)
Extras: Carries around small cartridges of iron sand/dust in case of emergencies.</s>
<|message|>Kurogami Akira
Akira rubbed his head and pouted a little at K-Hoshira-sensei's reprimand, though it was completely justified.
"Gomen, Hoshira-sensei, My step-father is from America, New York to be exact, and while we're not exactly close, I still seemed to have picked up his bad habits." Akira quickly bounced back, and followed his sensei with a perpetual hop in his step.
"I'm glad to be in the class to, and I don't think you're that creepy. In fact, I think your blue skin's actually kind of cool. Would you mind if I paint your portrait sometime, it's a hobby of mine to paint things that are unique and interesting."
They soon arrived at the lab, where Hoshira explained some ground rules, which Akira made sure to write down in his note-pad, also adding in some of the events of the ceremoney that seemed important. At her joke about sleeping naked, Akira surpressed a blush with his ability, one of the many lesser-known uses for haemokinesis he had discovered over the years.
"Got it, knock first." Akira confirmed, eyes fastened to the scythe aa he walked in. 'Yeah, defintely will not be forgetting that anytime soon. Also, Hoshiira sensi is offically the coolest teacher ever, no contest.'
Focusing back on said teacher as she asked about his interest in magic, Akira took a moment to think about why he wanted to learn magic. Following her to the classroom, he took a few minutes before answering.
"Magic is such a vast and interesting power, filled with limitless possibilities to explore. I want to expand my horizons, to go beyond the constraints of reality. Plus, it'll give me more power to protect my friends, my family, and anyone who needs help." Akira's smile faded, however, as he voiced his final reason, eyes growing slighty dim as he delved into his memories. "And maybe Magic will be able to help me get rid of a problem I've had for a long, long time."</s>
<|message|>Cordilia, Luna
Tsumiki silently entered the classroom, taking his seat at the front and folding his hands over each other. On the outside, he was still and silent, a statue in human form. In his mind however, the world was a chaos of plans, lists and formula, a chaos he sailed through with glee.
I should get to know the student council better. They're all judgement, but the only person I really know is Ray. He tapped his finger on his desk, lost in his musings. Too bad Ria declined my offer again. No matter, I'll get her to join one day. It's just a matter of time. His thoughts continued to swirl as people filed into the room, and would up until the bell rang and his attention was undivided from the teacher.
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"Oh no, I'm late!"
Luna Cordilia hustled through the halls, moving towards the auditorium. "I got so caught up in my puzzles that I didn't notice the time!" She clutched a stack of papers with equations covering every inch, her so called 'puzzles'. Turning a corner, she didn't look where she put her feet, and slipped. She fell on her face, scattering her papers everywhere, almost hitting a very bored looking man standing in front of her.
"Uwugh..." Luna groaned, pushing herself upright. Glancing up, she noticed the man and her papers scattered everywhere and hastily began gathering them. "I'm so sorry Kiyoshi Sensei, I must have tripped. Please, don't mind me!"</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
"I hate to ruin your day, but I'm not Kiyoshi-sensei." Kazeno bent down and held out a hand, "Yamato, Kazeno Yamato."
Before the girl started talking, Kazeno bent down and picked up one of the pieces of paper and could feel his mind melt within seconds of reading it. He was good enough at math, but the numbers and symbols on paper could easily baffled Newton or Einstein. Ignoring his overheating brain, he snaps his fingers and all the papers fly up into his hands in a neat stack, not one of them is out of line. He hand the stack of incredibly advanced numbers and signs to the girl, "Can I ask who is it I'm helping?
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Anderson looked out the window out the window and amused himself by shuffling a deck of cards, "White Chapel Ghoul, huh? So that's what he called now."
He took out his pocket watch and looked at the clock, he was five minutes ahead of it. He pressed the small button that would otherwise be used to open the lid and sat back and watched the world move slower around him.
"Time is of the essence." He looked around the room, "Who will be my friend this time around?"</s>
<|message|>Zentaro Ray
Ray was getting bored. Teachers were supposed to be on time, it unfortunately felt like the teacher was late. Ray knew that it was only him that was feeling that way, but he could not help it. It is illogical to be inpatient without a valid reason. "I do have a valid reason." He thought back. Being overly excited is not a valid excuse. Ray sighed, if being excited was not a valid excuse, then he did not know what was.
Ray began to despondently twirl his pencil. Hiz pencil was being gracefully spun through his fingers and on his knuckles. Ray had a lot of experience with being bored, and he was adept at dispelling it. Sort of sad don't you think. "I don't think so." He retorted in his head. Ray knew for sure that this was not logical. He was keeping his brain active, some student were playing around instead of actually sitting down and waiting for the teacher.
Ray glanced around the room , maybe he could better dispel his boredom by actually getting social. That's actually a good idea, you really have not had a valid conversation with anyone since the Ceremony. Ray looked around that class and his eyes landed on slick bug, he really did not want to talk to that guy, he was illogical. Ray looked around the room once again, there was a couple of students in the classroom. Unfortunately, it went against Ray's philosophy of walking across something just to speak to someone, so that ruled out the girl in the back. Ray sighed, making friend was much harder that actually expected. Ray felt a shiver go down his spin, he could tell when someone was manipulating wind, he had a close connection with the Archangel that ruled over it, he would feel it. Ray smiled, there was possibly another Magician who wielded that same Magic that he did. His former bordum was replaced with excitement, he could not wait to meat this Wing Magic using Magician. You know it is illogical to assume that it is a Magician. Unfortunately, Ray did not listen to his counsious.</s>
| <|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Seiji sighed and folded up the letter as the announcements ended, placing it back into his pocket before looking around and standing up from his seat. Finding his classroom didn't take long; memorizing the school's layout hadn't taken much longer than it would a normal student to read a few paragraphs to him, so the matter was simple enough. The class he was with, though, kind of put a damper on whatever mood he had left- the people that seemed to be floating around didn't exactly strike him as 'friendly', 'outgoing' or, as most might have put it, 'normal'. Then again, the tagline for the school had warned him prior; if he didn't see it coming from a mile away, then there were no excuses to be had.
Glancing around, Seiji noticed his seat sitting alone in the middle of a row, with everyone else mostly organized near the other end of the classroom. It felt as if he was some sort of grade-schooler being ostracized by his classmates, but that likely wasn't the case here. Shrugging, he took his seat and pulled out his novel before continuing to read. Being a background character had its perks, after all.</s> |
<|description|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Esper
[Student]
[Macro Type]
Appearance: Standing at 5'10", Seiji's not particularly noteworthy in terms of his appearance. With relatively short black hair and brown eyes, he seems about as normal as a standard Japanese student… Save, of course, for the white eyepatch over his left eye.
While not in school, Seiji usually wears a black jacket over a white t-shirt, as well as navy blue jeans and a small electronic watch on his left arm.
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Magic Name: N/A
Position: N/A
Faction: N/A
Seat Number: 16
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A+
Biography: Seiji's life has been one punctuated with expectations- starting from day one, everyone around him seemed to want him to follow in the footsteps of famous scientists, mathematicians and other such people. His parents were, of course, no exception- early on in his life, Seiji was sent to Academy City to study the Power Curriculum. Though living alone was a nice change of pace from the hectic household where it always felt as if a noose was being tightened around his neck, his lifestyle hadn't really changed- he was still forced to study, but this time an entirely different set of rules and topics. Though he could easily pass by memorizing everything they threw at him, Seiji never truly found any motivation to get to the top. After all, his life was a lot more comfortable- what use would it be to do more than necessary?
A wrench was thrown into his plans soon after, though- caught by a bunch of Skill-Out thugs, Seiji found himself struggling to defend himself. With a lack of any actual combat experience and difficulty using his ability well, Seiji was beaten to within an inch of his life and left unconscious on the street. When he came to, Seiji found himself covered in bandages and missing sight in his left eye. It was embarrassing and infuriating, but inside he knew that it was his own misgivings that had caused this to happen. From here on, he began to work diligently in and out of school.
Seiji's newfound dedication to work led to an increase in his destructive capabilities and, amusingly enough, a new appreciation for his free time, which in many ways was quite counterproductive. Though his calculation ability hadn't seen improvement, Seiji did find himself receiving an invite from Hybrid Academy to attend as a student. Seeing as how his old school was beginning to tire of his on-and-off work habits, Seiji accepted the invite wholeheartedly.
Personality: Despite being a slacker at heart, Seiji's actually quite dedicated when it comes to working… If he's interested in the topic, at least. Due to his lack of interest in mathematics and most subjects related to them, most concepts fly over his head unless he thoroughly dedicates time to understanding them (which almost never happens). He is incredibly stubborn, however- after his first loss to those thugs, Seiji found himself unable to accept any losses due to his own powerlessness and will (quite literally) fight until he can't fight anymore. Towards others, Seiji is usually quite lax; he tends to dislike those who boast or brag about their abilities, though, seeing as how they remind him of his old cocky and complacent self.
Likes:
* Reading
* Cooking
* Slacking off (aka sleep)
* Video Games (VNs/RPGs in particular)
Dislikes:
* Formalities
* Exercise
* Social hierarchies
* Anarchy
* Overly complicated theories/ideas
Skills: Is surprisingly good at cooking. Also has an abnormally good memory, though is a bit lacking in the mathematics department.
Ability:
Electro Explosive (電撃爆弾 – Dengeki Bakudan) (Electrokinesis): Level 3; Macro
Special Skill: Energy Grenade- By channeling electricity towards a single point, Seiji can create what is more or less a remote controlled explosive. They function similarly to both EMP grenades and conventional grenades, as they can both do damage and temporarily interrupt electronics communications. If Seiji is interrupted by something like, say, Capacity Down, all currently active grenades will spontaneously explode, regardless of their position; Seiji will, of course, be unable to create any further projectiles until he recovers.
Signature Move: Magnetic Well- Instead of creating an explosion, this specialized projectile instead pulls nearby magnetic items within a 10m radius towards itself. The effects last for roughly 15 seconds, at which point the projectile discharges and sends electricity at everything within a 2m radius. Only one of these can be live at any given time.
Disadvantages: Instead of the usual memorization of formulas and performing calculations internally that most espers do, Seiji only commits the results of calculations he uses repeatedly to memory. As such, most of his bombs are of a uniform shape, size and explosion- the only thing he can alter is detonation time. While he can set up traps and change the settings and the like, doing to takes considerably longer than his usual attacks. Due to the destructive nature of his ability, there's also a chance that the bomb might misfire or go off early when not using the standard settings.
Magic: None.
Theme Song(s): None (for now)
Extras: Carries around small cartridges of iron sand/dust in case of emergencies.</s>
<|message|>Kurogami Akira
Akira
Akira was currently in the gymnasium, standing still as stone as 5 training drones flew around him, they were disc-like in shape and had small stinger-lasers that didn't hurt, but still hurt like hell. Suddenly, one of them flew in low, aiming a barrage of shots at Akira's back, only for a tendril of blood to spring out one of the specialized holes in his uniform that let him uses his ability without ruining his clothes. It spread out like a shield, blocking the shots, before Akira turned around at insane speeds, red markings covering his body, as he performed at spinning round kick that sent it hurtling into another one, causing both to fall to the ground rather damaged, the one he kicked having a large dent in it.
The other drones moved in, and Akira was quick to oblige them, sending out two spears of acidic blood at the side ones, forming a blade with an acid edge to grip as he charged the fifth and final one, taking them all out simultaneously. He de-acidified the blood and re-absorbed it, walking back to the queue station to summon more bots. Some cleaner drone came out to clean up the mess he made of the training drones, causing him to chuckle a little. He put in the order, this time he wanted 6, in challenge mode, his blade at the and the marks reap:earing on hos skin. As soon as the alarm beeped, he was in action with a blitz of speed that caught the first drone easy enough, but the rested quickly scattered, firing more stings at him. He had to deftly manuever around them or else get zapped, though that was easier said than done.
He could dodge fine but the drones could dodge faster than him, so trying to hit them took time and planning, which wasn't good for a micro like himself. He lept back into the frey, aptly taking a drone out qith a curved tendril, than launching it at another one. He them resumed his battle with renew vigor, wishing he had a real partner to practice with.</s>
<|message|>Tatsuya, Tsumiki
Tsumiki waited next to the door of the training area, 'watching' whoever it was as they fought the drones, finished, then started another round. He waited for them to finish again, then stepped forward before they could order a third, clapping.
"I'm impressed, though I'm not exactly sure what you were using. Is it telekinesis?" He held out his hand, waiting for a handshake. "I'm Tsumiki Tatsuya, though I'm sure you already know my name. You're a student here, right?" He smiled politely, though his eyes never changed. His Judgement arm band was prominent on his arm, already pinned in place for his afternoon patrol.</s>
<|message|>Otonashi Shizuka
Otonashi Shizuka
Shizuka looked up from her workbench, realizing that she had been reminiscing. The last few days went by like a blur, and due to her reticent nature, she hadn't had much opportunity to speak with her classmates much or make any friends. In that time however, she did manage to join the electronics club and was currently trying to make small noisemaking devices. She wondered what it was Wataru wanted t oask her before he was interrupted. Then she remembered him winking at her and got hot in the face. She also remembered Ria stripping, that made her blush even harder. Then the sprinklers went off, supposedly the culprit still hadn't been found. She tried to think of something else. There were a lot of rumors flying about, supposedly some dangerous psychopath had attacked Hoshira-sensei, and somehow Jistudan was involved, or maybe that was just rumor. The only concrete piece of information that she knew was that a school guard was killed, or did he die from natural causes? Like the rest of Academy City, the school had a way of covering up violent disturbances.
Ugh, all these thoughts flying through her head, she couldn't really concentrate on soldering circuitry. She decided to take a break and sat on a stool to the side and reached into her bag to pull out her portable gaming device. However, she felt something in her bag that she didn't recognize and pulled it out. it was a small metal hammer, with the striking head pointed to most easily crack glass. At the bottom of the handle was a cut chain, and along the handle were instructions for breaking the glass of a fire alarm. Shizuka stared at the hammer curiously, while a fellow electronics club member who happened to be in the room stared incredulously and ran out into the hallway to find the nearest JUDGMENT student to report this to.</s>
| <|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Seiji sighed as he took a seat within the school's cafeteria, staring at his still-unconsumed breakfast that had since gone cold. After whatever the hell had happened the last few days, his mind and body just didn't seem to want to cooperate. That day had escalated at the drop of a pin, which irked him to no end. Not only had he failed to introduce himself and gotten marked as a social outcast, but the spontaneous bloody murderer that just happened to pull everyone's attention was still prancing around... Probably ripping people to shreds as he had the security guard that day. The sprinklers going off had only added to the mood- by the time everything was over, his book was drenched in water, as was he. The more he thought about it all, the more worked up he became. He had started to change, but it felt like the world was punishing him for it. Gritting his teeth and clenching his right hand into a fist, Seiji slammed his arm down on the table in front of him. Small electrical sparks arced through the air as his irritation reached a breaking point, but (un)luckily enough the cafeteria was mostly empty at this time of day. With only a few other students witnessing his outburst, there was probably nothing to worry about; his social life was already dead by the time the day had rolled around anyhow, and it wasn't as if somebody was going to magically appear and change things. After all, who would go out of their way to get to know someone as average as him?</s> |
<|description|>Kurogami Akira
Esper
Student
[Micro Type]
Appearance:
"I'm tired of your bickering, so make up now before I make you. . . . . . Please."
"I'm going to have fun playing with you, but first a question. What is 1000-7?"
Nickname/Alias: Kuro(nickname), Aki(nickname), The Red Devil, That Bloody Psycho, Akuma(Alternate Persona)
Position: None
Faction: The Red Vigilants, a vigilante gang that he's founded and became the head of in order to help keep the peace of Academy City when Judgement can not. The Vigilants have a strong sense of loyalty to Akira, and an even stronger fear of Akuma, who makes examples out of any who break the laws of the gang.
Seat Number: 11
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16.
Gender: Male
Blood Type: O
Biography: Akira's life before academy city was quite simply hell. His father was drunk who beat both him and his mother on a daily basis, and cared for neither of them. One day, however, his mother was able to get in contact with her sister and get them out of the situation and into Academy City living with her. This happened when he was around 6 and it's also when he enter the Academy City Power Curriculum Program, soon gaining the ability of Haemokinesis when he was 7. Not only that, but he started as a Level one, making his family very proud. And while the Academy found some anomalies in his head, they shrugged it off as nothing. If life had continued just like that, things might have been very different, Akuma may have never surfaced, but it did and he was.
On his ninth birthday, his father found them. He walked into the house with a gun, and assaulted his mother. He was the only one in the house, and he was so afraid of the man in front of him, he was frozen in the memories of his past. And as he watched his father, this animal of a man, attack his mother, something in his mind snapped. From deep inside came a deep anger that over took everything he was, and everything he would be, his personality becoming shattered and reformed around him. His scarlet eyes began to glow and a maniacal laughter broke from his mouth. He felt himself slipping away into a red pool in his mind, the rage burning through him like acid. When he awoke, his mother was hugging him with tears in his eyes and begging him to stop. His father was no where to be seen but the entirety of his apartment was splattered in. . . blood. Akira's eye widen as he slowly looked behind him.
There, in a pile of meat and flesh that could hardly be recognized as being human once, was his father. And written in the blood on the wall above it was a simple phrase: "I am the coalitions of your demon's, I am the entirety of you Darkness, I am Akuma and this is the chaos I'll sow." Akira was throughly shocked by the real, but what came next was even more so. When he took his Level test, everyone was shocked to find that his ability and jumped from Level 1 to Level 4, just like that. And even more so were the results of his examinations afterward, which discovered symptoms of another personality within him. And when they sought to recreate the experience he felt that night, they saw that they could bring it out, though it was a rather volatile situation at first. And so it is that Akira became who he was today, trying to be the good to counter balance, and possibly get rid of, the evil that resides in him. And Akuma is determined to live and wants to find away to separate from Akira, to be his own person. Whether either of their wishes come true, or they learn to accept each other, has yet to be seen.
Personality: Caring, Optimistic, Empathetic, Violent, Possessive, Sadistic
Akira is a very caring individual, who likes to help people just for the sake of it. He always does his best to encourage everyone and looking on the bright side of things. However, he's quick to lay down the law if need be, shutting down his peers when they get to be too much. However, if he hurts someone while doing so, he will immediately apologize afterwards and feel guilty about it for the rest of the day. When most people find out his ability, their is no small amount of surprise due to the large disconnect between what they expect and what they see. However, Akira does have a dark side, one that he tries to keep under lock and key, but it's impossible to do so all the time.
That dark side is Akuma, and he bears an intense bloodlust, wanting nothing more than to maim and kill all who stand in his way. That is how he is in combat, at least. He can be reasoned with and live normally. However, the personality does a complete 180 in some areas. He becomes egotistical, mischievous to the point of maliciousness at times, and is highly possessive of what he considers his, which includes people. Basically, anyone who Akira considers a friend, Akuma considers property that he can do with as he pleases. And these people will end up taking a lo to this crap most of the time, but the very instant someone else tries to get in on the joke, they'll find themselves on the ground and getting there face pounded by Akuma. Another thing is that no matter what, Akuma will never harm his pawns and will care for them if they ever do get hurt, as he does care for them, but he hides doesn't want to admit it.
Akuma and Akira are aware of each other, but cannot interact with each other directly and have no memory of what the other has done. They eventually found away to communicate to each other by writing notes. Through this, they have worked out a system so that each can keep up on things the other has done as well as any lessons they may have missed in class.
Likes:
Akira
-Cooking
-Helping people out
-Making friends
-Cheering people up
-Drawing
-Hanging out with friends
Akuma
-Fighting
-Killing
-Mocking with his opponents
-Messing with people
-Playing mind games
-Cooking
-Playing video games
-Winning
-Pranks
-Reading
-Writing(A secret Poet, find out and he will kill you)
Dislikes:
Akira
-People who drink
-When people fight unnecessarily
-People who hurt others for no reason
-hurting people
-Being unable to help others
-Spiders
-Dead stuff
-Seeing his friends get hurt
-Fast food
Akuma
-Assholes who touch his stuff
-Dead Assholes who take his stuff
-Future Torture subjects that dare to harm his pawn(A.K.A. friends)
-Sitting to still without a good book
-Bad writing
-Vegetarians and Vegans
-Fast Food
-People who drink
-Older looking men
Skills: He's rather athletic and strong, tending to keep on the move as he fights to keep his opponent's from getting a read on him. He's a great cook, with Akira focusing on sweets and desserts, and Akuma on meals that have a lot of meat. Akuma is a secret writer of poetry and keeps it hidden in his dorm were only he can find it. Akira, on the other hand, is a rather good artist and is good at making portraits and landscapes. Akira and Akuma both have an eidetic memory, so once they've seen something they'll never forget it. He's also very flexible and has an amazing sense of balance.
Ability: The Ichor of Duality(Haemokinesis): Level 4
Special Ability: Trigger-switch: This ability is only activated when Akira's or Akuma's trigger emotions are felt. Akira's is rage and intense hatred, Akuma's are genuine happiness and self-sacrifice. When the trigger is flipped, his ability goes from Akira's Mircro to Akuma's Macro. These triggers are difficult to switch do to the personalities of both subjects, so this ability is hardly ever in use.
Signature Move(Akira): The Red Devil: Akira manipulates the blood in his vein to overdrive his physical capabilities to super-human levels. He also becomes more aware of his surroundings, and thus can react faster to inciming attacks, and his blood is able to move faster as well He can also harden the blood in his veins to protect him from deadly or fatal blows. A side effect of this ability is that it causes strange red marks to appear over his veins.
Disadvantages: Best used in short burst, or else it might overwork Akira's heart and send him into cardiac arrest, Same for the blood defense, it can only beheld for a split second. After using the ability enough times, Akira will become weakened from it's use, may even unable to move for a few days if he pushes himself hard enough.
Signature Move(Akuma): Burning Bloody Massacre: Akuma a large amount of blood into a condensed ball over his head, taking a few seconds to charge up the amount of energy need for this ability, then the ball exploded outward in a barrage of bloody tendrils that are moving at high speed and with a lot of force behind them. The blood has also been highly acidified, so getting touched by these tendrils is going to hurt. The tendrils can be directed and the blast radius condensed to fit a smaller and more narrow area. The tendrils can spread a total of 50-feet in any direction, and can be slightly controlled in the direction they go in.
Disadvantages: Even when condensed, it's still very AOE and thus is better when used in wider open spaces. The acidity of the move makes it able to eat through walls, but this could damage the structural integrity of the area Akuma is in and bring the whole thing down around him. This move also uses a large amount of blood, which will leave Akuma weakened if he has to provide at least half of the blood required. The energy cost for it is high as well, so he can use it only once, twice at most but that will leave him completely incapacitated and most likely unconscious as well. The acid blood is also as much a danger to Akuma as it is to his enemies. If he loses control at just the wrong moment while charging the attack, or even during the attack, he'll find himself doused in the acidic blood, which can either kill him or at least severely injure. A mass destruction attack that has no real safety, it endangers both ally, foe, and the users itse;f, it is a dangerous move in every since of the word.
Magic:None at the moment, but might get it later
Theme Song(s): (Optional) Is there a song(s) that plays when your character is around? If yes, put it here ^^ (Personally I find non-vocals to be the best theme songs)
Other:
Akuma is very much a Tsundere type when someone turns the tables of aggressive courtship around on him, or tries to get him to admit that he cares about people
Akira and Akuma both have a cat each, Akira has a black cat named Yin, whose very rambunctious and known for mischief, and Akuma has one named Yang that is very calm and quiet. Each one spends their time in his dorm and are taking care of by the current persona with out question
Both Akira and Akuma will follow through on a promise made by the other, no matter what it is.
Akira has a mask that he wears when he goes out to be a vigilante so as to hide his identity, as he isn't a part of Judgemet and doesn't want to get in trouble. Akuma wears it because Akira made him promise to.</s>
<|message|>Nishihara Kei
Nishihara Kei
Cafeteria, Hybrid Academy
It was as I feared. Seiji was probably thinking I was weird after taking a look at that notebook. I was almost regretting showing that to him. Causing weird impressions on people I barely knew... Shameful. I was attempting to think of ways to clear this misunderstanding when Seiji suggested we move, since the racket nearby was increasing. "Sure, let's go." I answered, storing my notebook back in the bag and grabbing it.
"Er... About, the cookbook..." I started attempting to explain myself as we walked away from the cafeteria, though it would still seem weird. My poor attempt was interrupted by bells ringing. "Is that the signal for next class?" Somehow, being late again didn't seem like a good idea to me, but something also told me it was inevitable. "Shall we hurry there? I'll explain about the cookbook after class."</s>
<|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
Seiji turned his attention towards the bell for a moment, distracting him from Kei's attempt at an explanation as he began to leave the cafeteria. He had caught bits and pieces about something about an announcement just now, but the noise had made it so he heard next to nothing. Oh well, wherever it was he'd get the news eventually.
"Yeah, we should probably head back to class- getting on the bad side of any teacher here is probably worse than a death sentence, no?" he said as he left the cafeteria and began to quickly walk back to the classroom.</s>
| <|message|>Kurogami Akira
Akuma walked right on by the cryokinetic, barely even acknowledging her presence. He didn't have time to be dealing with her ass right now, he wanted to get to the assembly before he missed anything important or noteworthy.
"I don't think I will, Zero-chan," He began, putting some inflection on his use of her epithet to mock her. "And if you try and make me with your powers, you'll be liable for punishment by the school for using your ability on another student outside of a duel. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be."
Akuma left Ria with the fashion girl and speed-walked all the way to the auditorium, just catching the final few announcements about choosing dorm mates and curfew, which he would be and has been breaking to do his work with the vigilants. It wasn't easy, but he had a route planned that bypassed a majority of the security measures in and out of the building. Akuma would prefer to be by himself, to lessen his chance of getting caught, but if he had to dorm with someone, he'd be sure to avoid any and all judgement members. They would definitely turn him in, while a regular student might just ignore his wanderings or maybe even want to join.
Either way, he had no idea who to even ask. Dammit, why wasn't Akira here, he was the nice one, he'd be able to get almost anyone to be his roommate. Akuma, on the other hand, is a cuddly as a komodo lizard and just as dangerous to be around.</s> |
<|description|>Nishihara Kei
Magician
[Student]
Appearance:
Nickname/Alias:
Magic Name: Suffero083
Position: Student
Faction: Amakusa Church (Necessarius)
Seat Number: 3
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 15, born May 5th 20XX
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A+
Biography:
The Nishihara family was a wealthy merchant family that converted itself to christianism after the initial contact of japanese culture with western cultures, in the 16th century. After the outlawing of christianity, the family was ostracized and lost much of it's wealth. Not losing faith, they became part of the hidden christians. In time, the family had it's first contact with the Amakusa Church, soon realizing that their only hope for survival was joining them.
The family pledged to always have their first male child learn magic and help actively in the protection of the Amakusa. The Nishihara, even if not prospering, survived through the periods of christian persecution, though dwindling in numbers since the 20th century.
And so it was, that Kei was the only child born of his generation in the family. The previous generation also consisted of only his father and mother. When this small family of three suffered a car crash when Kei was only 4, it seemed like God himself was telling them to give up.
Kei, however, miraculously survived. The child was then raised by the Amakusa, learning the arts of magic passed down by them, as the family tradition would have dictated. The boy turned out to have a natural affinity for healing magic, though his offensive spells were lacking, and he never tried to learn how to use a weapon.
By the age of 15, Kei was a quite talented magician student, and had already traveled to England a few times to better understand and learn the western way of magic. He learned of the existence of a school in Academy city whose goal was to graduate students able to use both magic and AIM fields. Extremely curious about this purpose, Kei decided to enroll and attempt to understand what exactly the science side was trying to do.
Personality: Altruistic
Kei has the usual distrust of espers common among magicians, and feels slightly uncomfortable among them. He, however, dislikes being alone and hopes to make friends with his classmates, even if most of them are espers. Has a very calm and kind nature, which slightly hindered his offensive capabilities. He dislikes seeing people in trouble, and may sometimes seem intrusive in his attempts to help. Is very dedicated to his training, and is often practising in some way or another.
Likes:
-Sweets
-Learning new spells
-Cooking
-Reading books about magic
-Drawing
Dislikes:
-Arrogant "geniuses"
-Useless fighting
-Is afraid of lightning and thunder
Skills:
Kei is exceptionally good at identifying magic spells and their properties, while his own spells can be cast in subtle ways that make them hard to detect.
Has learned some of the "unusual" cooking style common among the Amakusa.
Learned english to get some trainment in England.
Is good at drawing and painting, and believes that helps him train concentration and perception.
Ability: None
Magic: "Level 3" Magician
Amakusa Style, focusing on his healing spells
Has good understanding of various types of magic, even if unable to wield them.
Mending: The spell Kei is best at, a healing spell. The time and mana spent healing increase according to the damage that needs healing. Small cuts and the such can be healed quickly, deeper cuts can take several minutes. Kei still can't heal a broken bone. Requires high concentration to avoid making a mistake in the healing process.
Recovery:A small spell that recovers a bit of the energy and quickens a touched person. It's Kei's "single person" version of the spell normally used by the Amakusa when fighting as a group. However, due to being performed alone, is not very strong and has no effect on the caster.
Wire Barrier:Sets 7 steel wires, forming a "barrier" in one direction. This spell is able to hinder a person's progress through a corridor or such, but is less useful outdoors, due to the fact that the barrier might be circunvented by going around whatever the wire latched onto (such as a tree)
Damage transference:Transfers some of the damage suffered by the caster to the caster's clothes, improving Kei's overall resistance.
Kei's mana reserves are slightly above average, though not much so.
Theme Song(s):
Main Theme song
Extras:
Vey often seen wearing a small silver cross, though sometimes hidden inside his clothing. Always carries a pair of gloves, even if not planning on wearing them, since it helps avoid hurting himself if he makes a mistake with his wires. Also frequently has a sketchbook among his materials, though he never lets anyone see it's contents.</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Kazeno walked in to the room, a small stack of papers in his hands with Luna carrying a similar stack next to him, telling him about how to find the root polynomial of a fraction or something of that nature. He hoped that the stack of papers he carried would be the weight of his salary one day as he dropped it on to the teacher's desk that was still empty. He amused himself by lifting up all of Luna's papers with a gust of wind (who let out a little "Eep!") and straightened out all of them in the air with his power, maybe some cute girl would take note of it or something immature like that. All the meanwhile, Luna was giving a mean stare at Kazeno's sudden use of power. She walked up to Kazeno and pouted, "Why didn't you tell me before hand?"
"Jesus, sorry," Kazeno embarrassingly rubbed the back of his neck.
Panning around the room, he thought of which way he should go to get to his desk. As he turned around, he found himself seeing into the face of the boy Anderson tried conning at the assembly.
"Are you a magician?" He asked with hopeful eyes.
"No." Kazeno said a bit too bluntly, "I'm just a level 4 esper."
Kazeno turns his body a little and directs the boy to the delicate girl who glanced back from her papers, "She's Luna, and an actual Magician."
"Hello." Luna innocently looked away from the stack of dead trees to greet the boy.
"Oh, I thought you were a Magician who used wind like me." The boy suddenly looked disappointed, "Sorry for bothering you."
As the boy walked away, Kazeno tapped his shoulder and waved his hand up and the stack of papers began doing the Dance of the Sugar Plum around him, "My ability is called 'Vortex', it aerokinesis. My name is Kazeno Yamato." Kazeno formed a paper broadsword with the paper and pretended to sheath it before reaching out an hand, "What's your?"
---
Anderson was looking down at his phone, he had just received as message from one of his many agents.
> The White Chapel Ghoul has been sighted
> I trust you know more about him?
> Sorry sir, all we have are some security photos
> Damn, what the location?
Anderson's eyes widened with a bit of panic and a bit of shock at the response he got. He rushed out of the room and dialed a number on his phone as he checked his coat pocket for his gun. While nobody said anything, most people agreed in their heads, Something has gone wrong, something had gone wrong enough to even shake Anderson.</s>
<|message|>Satou Wataru
With the end of the ceremony, Wataru found himself fading into the background as the student body slowly poured from the room. He took the chance to study the other JUDGEMENT members, most of whom he had only met once, if at all. The president and his aids seemed professional enough, although each had their own idiosyncrasies that worried him... The half girl pleasantly surprised him however; from his past experience of foreigners within Academy City, he had grown to expect nothing but criminality from them. As his eyes drifted across the assembled students, a few likely examples stood out... Hopefully they wouldn't prove too big an issue, although he reasoned that any trouble they caused would be in the realm of the Student Council rather than JUDGEMENT. Not a thought that alleviated his concerns given their recent 'promotion'. And with all this hawk-eyed observation of his fellow students, Wataru studiously avoided the gaze of his new teachers; that blue one especially unsettled him. The skin was bad enough, but something in her voice had chilled Wataru to the bone...
Finally deeming the route sufficiently clear, he headed out to their designated classroom and tried to drown out the leering voices of his new peers as he went. Here and there Wataru spotted other isolated individuals, others who might perhaps share his less-than optimistic outlook on life here at Hybrid Academy, but hung back for the moment. Highest on his priority list was settling down with the rest of the Council and find out just what the fuck was going on in this school. The teacher's unwelcome mindrape hadn't helped much, but nevertheless Wataru looked forward to this afterschool meeting and the answers it hopefully held. When he finally reached the classroom, he found that most of the others had already settled in, which at least made it easier to find his assigned seat. #19, third row, far left... Who'd have thought. Suppressing a dry smile over his for pulling this particular seat, Wataru meandered slowly over, taking the time to give each and every student a surreptitious once over enroute. As he suspected their class seemed to have gathered the cream of the school's collective nutjobbery into one room. Foreigners, magician looking types and one guy that practically exuded bad intentions. And I have to police them. Fuck my life.
Still, there were a few normal looking sorts, like the bespeckled girl seated next to him. Wataru took his place and set about withdrawing what books and stationary he might need, finding to his mild disappointment and private relief that no teacher had shown up yet. In the silence he decided that making friends would be a good start if he was to stay sane. 'Good morning.', he said to the girl, flashing a friendly smile. 'I was worried that I might end up seated in the middle of a group of strangers and I'm no good with that.' Brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, Wataru extended a hand in greeting. 'Satou Wataru, esper and I guess now a member of the Student Council. Joy. Nice to meet you?'</s>
<|message|>Otonashi Shizuka
As Shizuka sat there, she continued to listen to her sound file, trying her best to pick up other people's conversations with her ability. She remembered in middle school, accidentally blurting out things she had only heard from private conversations that others had, which caused a lot of people to shun her for her natural eavesdropping tendencies and calling her a stalker. She noticed at the front of the room, one of the student council VP's was performing an intricate wind trick with paper. it was impressive, but seeing higher level espers showing off only reminded her of her level 2 inferiority. "But that's why I'm going to perfect level Upper!" she reminded herself, and listened more intently to the audio file, trying to pick up on how it was subtly affecting her brain.
There were a few times she had tried to show off her powers in the past. The first time, she shattered all the windows in class as well as the teacher's glasses. "We speak not of that incident." The other time, she started to emit music, but then people started calling her 'BGM' or 'Radiohead', haha.
When another JUDGMENT member walked by, she glanced up at him and immediately averted her gaze. She remembered seeing him on stage and thinking that he looked like a prince with his long black hair. She sighed to herself, telling herself that she shouldn't get her hopes up.
Shizuka stared up at Wataru with a befuddled intensity that one might misinterpret as killing intent. She quickly caught herself and clumsily pulled out her earphones so that he wouldn't think that she was going to continue to ignore him. "G-good morning..." Shizuka prayed she wasn't blushing, "O-Otonashi Shizuka...esper...level...2..." She accidentally included her level in her introduction. Considering the stringent application process, she was sure Wataru was a significantly higher level, and awaited the condescending remarks and ridicule.</s>
| <|message|>Nishihara Kei
"Looks like I'm late..." I muttered to myself after waking up. Somehow, that cheap alarm clock I had bought had failed to do it's job of waking me in time for class. And it was the first day as well. I silently cursed that cheap trinket while hurriedly dressing myself. Within the pockets of the school's uniform I hid my seven steel wires. I had been told this was a dangerous city, and didn't really wish to be caught without them. There was no time to make any attempt at breakfast, so, after getting dressed, I just took a last look at the figure in the bathroom's mirror. Just a normal highschool boy, although my hair was a little disheveled and the silver cross hanging from my neck definetely stood out. Reluctantly, I also hid the cross within my shirt, so that only the silver chain was barely visible. There was no need to go around catching too much attention. I grabbed my bag and headed out of that apartment.
The apartment I had been staying belonged to another member of the Amakusa church. He said I could use it freely while waiting for the school term to start, since he would be away on business for a couple of weeks. In all likelihood I wouldn't use it anymore starting today. I had left only a few pieces of clothing in there that would need to later be transfered to the dormitories, but I was already bidding the place goodbye as I locked the door. I had stayed in it for only a week.
A week. It had been a week since I had arrived in this Academy City. It did not have the same atmosphere as other places. The fact that, while walking down the street, you could pass unknowingly by someone with the power to level the entire place quickly made me very uneasy. Gather a bunch of people with super powers in a small city. No way that could go wrong...
My day started looking up when I realized I managed to make it to the school much faster than I had anticipated. At this rate, maybe I wouldn't start the school year as "King of tardiness". I had to briefly explain myself to a security guard of sorts at the school's gate, but he let me through fairly easily, claiming it wasn't uncommon to be late on your first day. As a bonus, the guard was even so kind as to give me directions as to where my classroom would be. Following said directions, I found myself opening the door to a classroom where a lot of students already waited. Apparently, despite my tardiness, I had at least managed to not miss anything in class. Actually, that could have very well been a win on my books. I bypassed boring introduction speeches and managed not to miss the important stuff. Barely paying attention to my classmates that already occupied the room, I found myself a seat and sat down with an audible sigh of relief. Maybe today was not gonna be a terrible day after all.</s> |
<|description|>Nishihara Kei
Magician
[Student]
Appearance:
Nickname/Alias:
Magic Name: Suffero083
Position: Student
Faction: Amakusa Church (Necessarius)
Seat Number: 3
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 15, born May 5th 20XX
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A+
Biography:
The Nishihara family was a wealthy merchant family that converted itself to christianism after the initial contact of japanese culture with western cultures, in the 16th century. After the outlawing of christianity, the family was ostracized and lost much of it's wealth. Not losing faith, they became part of the hidden christians. In time, the family had it's first contact with the Amakusa Church, soon realizing that their only hope for survival was joining them.
The family pledged to always have their first male child learn magic and help actively in the protection of the Amakusa. The Nishihara, even if not prospering, survived through the periods of christian persecution, though dwindling in numbers since the 20th century.
And so it was, that Kei was the only child born of his generation in the family. The previous generation also consisted of only his father and mother. When this small family of three suffered a car crash when Kei was only 4, it seemed like God himself was telling them to give up.
Kei, however, miraculously survived. The child was then raised by the Amakusa, learning the arts of magic passed down by them, as the family tradition would have dictated. The boy turned out to have a natural affinity for healing magic, though his offensive spells were lacking, and he never tried to learn how to use a weapon.
By the age of 15, Kei was a quite talented magician student, and had already traveled to England a few times to better understand and learn the western way of magic. He learned of the existence of a school in Academy city whose goal was to graduate students able to use both magic and AIM fields. Extremely curious about this purpose, Kei decided to enroll and attempt to understand what exactly the science side was trying to do.
Personality: Altruistic
Kei has the usual distrust of espers common among magicians, and feels slightly uncomfortable among them. He, however, dislikes being alone and hopes to make friends with his classmates, even if most of them are espers. Has a very calm and kind nature, which slightly hindered his offensive capabilities. He dislikes seeing people in trouble, and may sometimes seem intrusive in his attempts to help. Is very dedicated to his training, and is often practising in some way or another.
Likes:
-Sweets
-Learning new spells
-Cooking
-Reading books about magic
-Drawing
Dislikes:
-Arrogant "geniuses"
-Useless fighting
-Is afraid of lightning and thunder
Skills:
Kei is exceptionally good at identifying magic spells and their properties, while his own spells can be cast in subtle ways that make them hard to detect.
Has learned some of the "unusual" cooking style common among the Amakusa.
Learned english to get some trainment in England.
Is good at drawing and painting, and believes that helps him train concentration and perception.
Ability: None
Magic: "Level 3" Magician
Amakusa Style, focusing on his healing spells
Has good understanding of various types of magic, even if unable to wield them.
Mending: The spell Kei is best at, a healing spell. The time and mana spent healing increase according to the damage that needs healing. Small cuts and the such can be healed quickly, deeper cuts can take several minutes. Kei still can't heal a broken bone. Requires high concentration to avoid making a mistake in the healing process.
Recovery:A small spell that recovers a bit of the energy and quickens a touched person. It's Kei's "single person" version of the spell normally used by the Amakusa when fighting as a group. However, due to being performed alone, is not very strong and has no effect on the caster.
Wire Barrier:Sets 7 steel wires, forming a "barrier" in one direction. This spell is able to hinder a person's progress through a corridor or such, but is less useful outdoors, due to the fact that the barrier might be circunvented by going around whatever the wire latched onto (such as a tree)
Damage transference:Transfers some of the damage suffered by the caster to the caster's clothes, improving Kei's overall resistance.
Kei's mana reserves are slightly above average, though not much so.
Theme Song(s):
Main Theme song
Extras:
Vey often seen wearing a small silver cross, though sometimes hidden inside his clothing. Always carries a pair of gloves, even if not planning on wearing them, since it helps avoid hurting himself if he makes a mistake with his wires. Also frequently has a sketchbook among his materials, though he never lets anyone see it's contents.</s>
<|message|>Otonashi Shizuka
Otonashi Shizuka
Shizuka looked up to see that it was Wataru addressing her. "S-Satou-san?" The presence of a JUDGMENT student made her realize what she was holding. She tried to quickly stuff it back in her bag surreptitiously, but that only made it seem more conspicuous. "A-ah...yes, electronics is a hobby of mine, I like computers, games, mecha anime..." Shizuka caught herself, this was exactly how she could make people avoid her, by talking too much about her hobbies.
"My power?" Shizuka replied, "Acoustokinesis. I emit and detect sound." To demonstrate, she let out a steady A440 pitch at a low enough volume to not be threatening, but enough to be audible. She wondered why he was asking, curiosity or investigation? "What's yours?" She asked, hoping that he was just making small talk.</s>
<|message|>Justeaze Lizrech Jaeger
"This is getting me nowhere" Justeaze said as a member of judgment they had her mainly stopping some the small things basically acts of delinquency and robberies. There words on why was that "She wasn't able to handle the murder case and she was to vested into the case of the pulled fire alarm due to her wanting revenge for ruined experiment." Still it was work and she was able to help a few people with some problems though the looks from the delinquents and one time the death threat was kind of interesting. Deciding that some exercise to measure her speed would get her out of her current funk she decided to head to the track. Getting into some shorts and a white shirt she set about running around the track for a quick warm up. While running around she focused her thoughts while she was not able to do much currently in judgment and her experiment halted due to the accident she was at a impasse she had literally nothing to work on currently. Finishing her quick jog she quickly started to manipulate the wind around her feet this though caused a large dust storm to happen around the track before she bolted off.</s>
<|message|>Kurogami Akira
Akira
Akira nodded at the other biy, now understanding how he would've gotten confused. Though it does make my demonstration of ability rather pointless
He did marvel slightly at the feel of Tsukimi controling his body, and wondered if the boy could also cause him to use his Esper-abilities as well. Before he could ask, however, the blind boy left, apparently going on patrol for JUDGEMENT. Akira said a quick "Good-bye", before he walked off down a seperate hallway, coping the numbers into his notepad, as well as some details on Tsukimi, like his blindness, ability, and general disposition. He added in a rough sketch as well, able to capture the boy's likeness well enough. With that done, he finally looked up, having been wondering the hallways aimlessly, to be confronted with Hoshira-sensei poster.
The White Chapel Ghoul He had been trying to get some info on him through his small amount of informants among the Red Vigilants, but had only caught vague rumors, and worse, one of his agents viscously murdered. A clear message to stop digging, he'd rescinded the order for information gathering, but that didn't mean he was giving up. Quite the opposite, he just had to go about things in a different way, and Hoshira-sensei may just be what he needs to crack further into this case.
He quickly approached her office, only to come upon someone waiting to get in, a member of JUDGEMENT no less. Akira silently walked behind him, making just enough noise to be heard by the boy, but not enough to be heard by those inside Hoshira-sensei office. He didn't say a word to the magician, just gave him a friendly smile and wave, before he joined him in eavesdropping, as well as waiting for his turn to speak to the blue skinned teacher.</s>
<|message|>Mishima, Yuuma
Mishima, Yuuma
Yuuma took in the sights as he wandered about the Hybrid Academy grounds. He had completely missed the first few days because of reasons best left unsaid. By coincidence, there doesn't seem to be any classes today so Yuuma opted to explore the school facilities instead.
He had arrived at the school's track field just in time to see a blonde girl blast off in a gale empowered dash, blowing up a sizable sandstorm. Yuuma was unfortunate enough to had been in the dustcloud's way.
"W-woah!"
He could do nothing but close his eyes and cough uncontrollably as he tried to escape from it, unknowingly running towards the track course.</s>
<|message|>Justeaze Lizrech Jaeger
Running at such speeds around the track did help clear her mind though she unfortunately never solved the problem of her tunnel vision thus making it hard to turn. Running she tried to turn but noticed that someone had wandered into the track and unable to stop herself in time she ran into the person causing both to tumble about before she landing in a rather compromising situation with her on bottom and the person on top her. Getting herself together she noticed the position before sitting up and with a shriek. Knowing that most would scream hentai and or something along those lines she however knew that this was her fault. "Sorry for that I have a hard time turning going at that fast of a speed please forgive me" she said while bowing her head.</s>
| <|message|>Nishihara Kei
Three days had passed since the start of the school year. My weird classmates and the sprinkler incident (whose culprit I knew, without any basis, was Kaori) seemed a little small compared to the rumors going around. There was a murderer on the loose, was what I had heard. Worse, the victim had been the kind security guard who had shown me the way to my class on my first day. That someone could just be killed like that, and that the murderer was still free to kill again, made me much more angry that I would have imagined.
It was with those feeling that I noticed at first a note affixed to the wall of one of the corridors of the school. I was on my way to the cafeteria, but the note's contents brought me to a sudden halt. "Recruiting to fight the white chapel ghoul". And, in very small letters, nearly unreadable, something about power boosts and collateral damage. I didn't particularly care for said boost, but the ghoul part intrigued me. If memory served me well, ghouls were a kind of flesh eating monster. But, was it possible that such a thing existed? I reminded myself that, in this city, almost every powered individual seemed to like going by some sort of grandiose codename, like that ice stripper girl calling herself Absolute Zero. This ghoul was probably just a delinquent esper. As much as I was curious, I decided to disregard the recruitment call. I had no fighting abilities to speak of, and had no desire to fight either. Ignoring the note, I resumed my way to the cafeteria.
Reaching the cafeteria, I had some silly hope of being able to find a good tea that would help me settle down a bit. Unfortunately, I was fairly convinced the cheap tea I was able to acquire would fail to do that, even combined with the sandwich I had also bought. The place was fairly empty, and finding an empty table would be easy. However, I changed plans when I noticed a frustrated looking boy sitting alone in front of untouched food. I was fairly sure he was one of my classmates, but I had not caught his name on the first day, probably thanks to Kaori's prank. I put down my tray with the teacup and the sandwich in the place in front of him "Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked, and, without actually waiting for an answer, did just that. "You also got interrupted during the introductions thanks to the sprinklers, right? I'm Kei, a magician." I hoped I was not being terribly invasive while attempting to be friendly.</s> |
<|description|>Mishima, Taiki
[Esper]
[Micro-Macro Type]
Appearance:
Nickname/Alias:
Takkun/Handler (Dominion) (Manager)
Magic Name:
None
Position:
Teacher
Faction:
TASK
Nationality:
Officially Japanese
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Blood Type:
A+
Biography:
Taiki has been a student in Academy City since he was very young, like 10-year-old young, developing his abilities mostly because he enjoys it. The choice to enroll in the academy wasn't his though... It was his father's for the sake of his benificial interests, for the Mishima group's interest, a 'Yakuza' clan. In exchange for the benefits the Mishima group recieved, Taiki and his siblings were given to Academy city as something like bargaining chips. They went under the Power Curriculum Program, developed powers and became pawns of Academy city. Taiki currently manages a portion of the Mishima group, he has his own men, his own properties, he has 'influence', he does this work while he does the jobs given by the academy along with his siblings that make up the group 'TASK'.
Personality:
Sly,
Taiki is mischievous but he is also spontaneous, pranks are good sometimes but it gets boring, so most of the time he does whatever he can to prevent boredom, to make things interesting as long as it's still ethically acceptable... sometimes it's okay if it's not... when he's desperate enough. Taiki also has bit of a short fuse but he's normally very tolerant, you just need to push the right buttons and he becomes very irritable, it's obvious when he's like that after looking at his obviously frustrated face. (Sleeping is for Suckers!!! )
All that said, he can be serious when it comes to masters and sometimes even adopts a militaristic mind in certain situations.
Likes:
His powers
Yuuma
Interesting Situations
Dislikes:
Boredom
Losing
Retardingly hard puzzles
Skills:
Good with guns (Sometimes guns are just better)
Gun Kata (Like I said, Dakka)
Managing
Ability: Level, Limits and extents (For Espers)
Dominion (I don't know if it actually has an official name): Level 5; Macro-MicroSpecial Skill:
Management
Signature Move:
Absorption and Morphing = Taiki can absorb any sort of material and energy, and change their properties and composition. For example, he can turn his own hand into steel, absorb more materials to make his hand bigger. He can also transform his whole body into elemental energies, like fire, water, electricity, air and his favorite element, light, though he has a hard time completely transforming into light, he can only use it at bursts to go from here to there or concentrate it to fire laser beams, he can change his body structure at will, he can transform into anyone as long as he knows that person's body structure.
Disadvantages:
Taiki's powers make him almost invincible, he doesn't need sleep as he can just rejuvenate himself, he doesn't need to eat because he can nourish himself on his own with any accessible material but his main weakness is mental attacks. (Mind powers like Kiyoshi's are his bane.) (If you think about it a little, it's obvious)
Management - Taiki has complete control over his body and materials that are under his control. He can make a huge arm out of a normal chair and make it move like a real arm even though it's not physically connected to his main body by flesh (though not perfectly) but it does have to be linked through his dominion. (for example, Imagine Taiki and the arm made from the chair, a small thread of air between Taiki and the arm has to be 'part of Taiki'.
Magic:
None
Theme Song(s):
[youtube]e8bsD1w6DHo[/youtube]
Extras:
Elder Rites (Rights)
It's something that runs in the family
The young ones always have to obey the 'orders' given by their Elders
Which is why none of the Mishima siblings can go against their father.</s>
<|message|>Dylan Brooks
Dylan
Dylan nodded at Justeaze, glad that the spar had helped her in some way, as he releasing her arms and got off of her body. He brushed himself off a little and would even offer to help her up if she didn't mind. Once they were both up and standing, Dylan would look over to the cafeteria, feeling his stomach grumble lightly in response. Man, that sparring really worked up an appetite, I'm starving.
He was about to bolt of towards the building, when he thought better of it, turning to Justeaze with a grin while he pointed to the cafeteria. "Hey Justeaze-san, want to go to the cafeteria to get something to eat. I don't know about you, but that sparring session made me rather hungry." His stomach chose to emphasis that with a much louder growl, causing Dylan to turn a slight shade of red from embarassment. He didn't draw attention to it, and prayed that Justeaze wouldn't either. If she agreed, then he'd walk with her to the Cafeteria. If she declined, he'd give a short wave "Good-bye", before bolting off to the building.</s>
<|message|>Mishima, Taiki
Taiki wished he had popcorn or some nachos because things just took a turn for entertaining.
"ah... youth..."
He muttered as his face was suddenly filled with nostalgia. He remembered fighting his first pyrokinetic. Seriously, it's like being a hot-head is a prerequisite for being a fire-wielder, it was a comical and somewhat suiting phenomenon.
Taiki grabbed his bowl of potato salad and started to dig in furiously as he watched the two opposing elementalists clash. Ria was acting like a hot-blooded delinquent, wasn't she supposed to be the cool-headed one? The other one was probably an overly aggressive yankee by trade if first impressions were anything to go by.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
As a responsible teacher, Taiki should've intervened by now and tried to stop them. But if one were to ask Mishima-sensei what 'being responsible' meant, he would probably have a hard time trying to answer. He was better off as a teacher who followed his instincts. And right now, instinct dictated he cheer them on.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Taiki continued to chant as he clambered up on a table, bowl of potatoes in one hand and a raised spoon in the other.</s>
<|message|>Lin Min Hai
Kurogane Kiyoshi
This academy had eyes and ears everywhere. It was a well known fact that, if left with their own devices, the students could bring the academy down within hours. Actually, make it seconds if Level 5's and Saints were involved. That was why teachers were equipped with handheld transceivers, made exceptionally difficult to trace or inhibit signals. It was a blessing of primitive technology, since there were only so many ways to manipulate it, whether it be to block or strengthen communication.
It was obvious that all level 5 teachers had these communication devices. Whether Taiki turned it off or not did not matter, since the administration did not even bother trying to urge him to act responsibly. They had factored in his playful nature and concluded that only once the cafeteria became a wreck would he finally intervene. Even then, he may cause some damage himself.
"The fight has been authorized. Please make sure they do not destroy expensive school property."
"Got it. Kurogane out." Kiyoshi pocketed the transceiver once again and sighed. It was Taiki who should have provided authorization and confirmation, but Kiyoshi could see that the thought never occurred to his old high school classmate. Personally, he was annoyed, as he was dealing with some paperwork at the time. If someone was to prevent property damage, Kiyoshi was sure to make Taiki do it first.
No one seemed to have noticed Kiyoshi, even when he passed right in front of them. Whether it was because their attention was fixated on the commotion in front of them, his ability, or a mix of both was unknown. Taiki would probably be the only one who could 'see' a certain young man in a suit, as that man placed a cat right on top of Taiki's head. Sayuri made herself comfortable on Taiki's head while Kiyoshi silently stared at a fellow level 5.</s>
<|message|>Namashiya, Kotori
Kotori - An Invisible Songbird
The tension that lingered in the air as the chopsticks shattered in Sasaki's grasp remained heavily in her mind. It were almost as she had feared, the odd ability she had been born with was adversely reacted to almost instantly! Nervously, she bit her lip as he returned with a new pair and muttered a soft apology. Quizzically, she stared at him for a few moments as he ate, watching as his expression changed to one of grave nature to joy at the tastes she had imbued in her rice.
In the matter of a few split seconds, her serving of rice was long gone. Thankfully, she wasn't terribly hungry to begin with, so waiting for lunch to arrived seemed not as detrimental as others might think.
Yet still there was the concern of the shattered chopsticks, the slivers from which still dusted the table. Had she triggered something that caused a traumatic memory to arise? With a shift of her fingertips, she picked up the three ball bearings and returned them to her bag; manually, rather than telekinetically. After all, she didn't want to have him breaking another pair of chopsticks because of her.
"It's quite allright, Kirima-san." She spoke softly, nodding her head just slightly. "I cook my own food, so if someone truly likes it I consider it a compliment! If you wanted, I could make you some breakfast tomorrow to try; consider it an apology for startling you so." This time however, her softened lips broke just briefly into a radiant smile, she could at least show a little pride in her culinary ability. A brilliant smile however, that abruptly ceased as she watched a chicken bone fly across the cafeteria only to be shortly followed by a string of angrily shouted words from two ends.
Sitting up straighter so that she could meekly glimpse over Sasaki's shoulder as they discussed exactly what to do with Duck-boy's pet, Kotori's expression paled. Two obvious users of some sort of ability were furiously squaring off with one another just a few meters behind the little breakfast crew. Glancing over to both her newfound friends, well, could she honestly call them friends? They had only just met. Did they consider her a friend? An acquaintance maybe?
It didn't matter, these two were about to fight one another. It would not do well for either of them to risk getting caught in the crossfire! With two as hot-headed as this, the very risk of that happening to not only Duck-Boy and Sasaki but many others seemed too great to allow!
She had to do something before someone unlucky got hurt for no reason.
"I-I'm s-sorry, but excuse me for a moment. I n-need to alter the current course." Bowing her head to the two respectfully, Kotori did not move from her seat in the least. What happened immediately was the screeching of metal on the floor of the cafeteria that overpowered the shouting exchange of words. Even drowning out the middle-schooler that had been urging the conflict forward.
A pair of the long, steel tables that lined the rows in the cafeteria had begun moving by themselves. After the attention from the immediate rage had been diverted, the Tables lofted themselves into the air, hanging vertically so that their tops now directly faced the two that had been riling themselves up for a fight. The only target they faced were their own reflection in the metal.
Their only enemy was their own impulsiveness. A subtle point she was trying to get across, but would likely fall upon blindly enraged minds.
Summoning up her courage to speak while she focused on holding the barrier that divided the two, Kotori spoke aloud, concisely for the entire cafeteria to hear. "If you m-must fight, p-please take it outside where others can't be hurt or disturbed by your c-childishness! You each possess remarkable power, to fight like this i-i-is unnecessary! To do this here puts not only y-yourselves at risk, but others too! P-Please s-stop being so impish. You have a responsibility to control yourselves!"</s>
| <|message|>Mishima, Taiki
Taiki felt it, as he kept up his delighted chanting, he felt it. He felt a disturbance. One very familiar disturbance. The young man clad in formal attire befitting of a teacher was in the cafeteria. Taiki stopped his cheer as said young man approached him. He was most likely in trouble for letting two students fight... Nevermind him actually encouraging the imminent brawl.
So imagine his utter confusion when Kiyoshi-sensei, his long time pal, his trusted comrade, now his colleague, placed his pet cat on his head and simply stared at him.
"..."
Taiki stared back.
"..."
Then all hell broke lose for Taiki's auditory senses.
"Aaargghhhhh"
He reflexively covered his ears as the sound of screeching metal assaulted his ears. Oh how he hated that infernal, damnable noise! He could feel Sayuri dig her claws on his head as she too was subjected to the torture.
When the hellish noise ceased, Silence reigned for a short moment before the voice of reason spoke. She was timid and looked close to digging a hole and simply hide there. But her honest feelings were conveyed. To Taiki at least, that was true.
The excessively youthful looking teacher smiled, he couldn't help but feel admiration for the girl in a way. Whoever she is, she had caught his interest.
Taiki settled the bowl of food with the spoon on the table before taking the cat on his head to his arms into a comfortable cradle. He gently climbed down to the floor and aproached the hot-headed pyro and the almost nude Ria.
"Okay, you two, you heard the lady. You wanna fight? Take it outside! I'll even referee the match for ya."
A flood of murmurs erupted after his announcement
"Wasn't he just cheering earlier? Why's he suddenly so sensible now?"
"Hey, who's the brat?"
"That's Mishima-sensei."
"Don't underestimate him because of his looks, that guy's a level 5 esper."
"I heard he can shoot lasers out of his eyes."
"Bullshit... That kid?"
"He's older than he looks."
"You must be new here to judge someone like that."
The rumor mill refused to halt. Even as Taiki lead the two eager students (by force if necessary) to the track field.
He smirked at the brave girl who spoke up with a look of curious interest before they finally left the cafeteria. Even stringing up a sizable audience along as they did.
-Pants
from the West
Haruna</s> |
<|description|>Namashiya, Kotori
Telekinetic Esper
Appearance:
Nickname/Alias: "Mute Girl"
Magic Name: None
Position: None
Faction: None
Seat Number: Four
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Blood Type: AB Negative
Biography:
"There was a reason
that she was so
romantic about
the moon.
It never asked her
questions or begged
for the answers nor
did she ever have
to prove herself
to it.
It was always just
there- breathing,
shining,
and in ways most
humans can't understand;
listening."
--Christopher Poindexter
Growing up as a child, Kotori had always been told by her mother that she was special. In truth, she never honestly understood why. She, and her mother were alone in this world together, a not-so-dynamic duo living for one another. She in the hopes that one day she could make her mother proud, and her mother in the hopes that one day her daughter would have what she could not.
As a child, she dreamed incessantly, unendingly, searching in her heart and subconscious for the pariah that might bring to fruition her hopes that one day, her mother's life wouldn't be so filled with strife and tribulation. Her daydreams were little more than she and her mother living a life of lavish luxury, free of the day to day crisis of attempting to figure out how that they were going to eat.
Such a crisis suddenly changed when Kotori turned twelve years of age. Her life partook a peculiar change as one day while she dreamt, her pencil, diary, and apple took to orbiting about her. Swirling, rotating like planets orbiting a sun.
Waking from this dream only to have the three items come clattering onto the floor beside her accompanied the crash of a tray of food that her mother brought in. With eyes widened in fear on both parts, her mother fled the apartment. Kotori was left there alone, and not once did she ever see her mother again.
Thanks to the mercy of the Landlord, and a tender heart of the Landord's wife, Kotori managed to work for the two to earn her keep and a rooftop over her head. Learning how to skillfully both clean and cook home-prepared meals and the like. This continued four years longer, each day that passed, she used her newly discovered talent to help in the cleaning. Making herself more controlled in time, even down to precise movements like dusting and mopping with her hands as well as her mind, hoping that her mother might return until one day the Police came and visited her home.
Her mother had taken her own life in the northern Prefecture of Aomori. Leaving what little money she had left to the daughter she had abandoned.
Simultaneously grief stricken and heartbroken, Kotori turned around and used the money as an entry fee into the Hybrid Academy, in the hopes that she might find acceptance there rather than continue to live in secret at home.
Personality: Constant nervousness and hesitation for social interaction are what marks the first tenants of Kotori's personality. Social anxiety and shyness around other students has lead some to believe that she might be mute, even though she gets excellent marks on most of the studies she partakes in. A little bit of a bookworm, in addition to her books used for schoolwork, a Fairy Tale or two might be tucked beneath her arm.
Always a dreamer, she hopes for a day where she just might break free of the bonds that make her so awkward around others in day to day life. Fearful always that something she said could have offended another or driven them away in another measure. Failures to make what she could actually call a friend has only further ingrained these anxieties into her conscience.
Perhaps she believes she is not destined for the life of a socialite; rather, she is destined for the existence of a shut-in.
Likes:
Cooking - Like seriously, cooking, mother of God she can cook.
Using her Powers - for fun, privately. She doesn't like to publicly show off her prowess.
Swimming - Though wearing a swimsuit around classmates might make her explode in embarrassment.
Flying - Using her own power to lift herself into the air and fly!
Fruit - Especially fresh cut Pineapple.
Reading Books - Favorite genres are Mystery, Fantasy and Poetry.
Video Games - Usually of the handheld variant, though she's never owned one of her own.
Music - Especially of the classical genre! Piano music seems to speak to her heart wonderfully so.
Dislikes:
Bugs - In general, especially spiders. She might telekinetically sling someone's foot in the direction of one. Accidentally.
Sports - She is generally not aggressive enough to play them, in any form. If she does anything athletic, it's purely for fun, not for competition.
Bullying - She dealt with it in school when she was younger, now she utterly despises it.
Debating - Again, the lack of a social spine cripples her here.
Parties - Or large gatherings of people in an area for similar sakes, it feels overwhelming and she doesn't know why.
Skills:
Cooking - Above all else, she is an incredible cook. The opening of her bento boxes often tend to make others drool just by the smell of her food.
Music - A commendable piano player, she taught herself over the recent few years after falling in love with Piano music. She plays by ear, not by sheet music. A rather incredible talent nonetheless. She's also a decent singer, but...that would never, ever happen publicly.
Swimmer - She's actually quite good at swimming, but she only does so in the wee hours of the night alone at the school's swimming pool when she feels like it. Too afraid of attracting attention from others, of course.
Ability:
Telekinesis - Level 4 - She's able to move objects with her mind, and quite concisely and skillfully at that. Able to even cause concussive waves of akin to a wall of telekinetic force if she's unable to avoid a fight altogether. Though she has difficulty picking up heavier objects for sustained amounts of time. (A minute or more)
Magic: None!
Theme Song:
Extras: None!
I think I'm done! ^^;
Maybe? I'm not sure.</s>
<|message|>Kirima Sasaki
"Sounds like a plan then. I'll foot the bill and you lead the way," the tall young man nodded in approval. Though it wasn't his preferred method of meeting new people, it was rather convenient that the duck boy had decided to ram full force into him. Well for him, not the dazed-looking duck boy, "If you're alright, let's get going."
---
Cafeteria
The taller of the pair pushed open the door for the smaller one and his duck. Besides noting that he really needed to ask what the deal with that thing was, that there was a girl eating pineapple in the corner and a middle-schooler speaking to the Level Five Absolute Zero, Sasaki said, "Alrighty, ah... " It occurred to Sasaki that, though he was buying lunch, he had yet to note this duck boy's name. Calling him duck boy just wouldn't be polite to duck boy or Sasaki's own sensibilities. "...Just get food for you and your animal, and I'll pay," he finished neutrally, "Don't need to worry about cost. Between stipend and job I've got more than enough to throw around for meals."
'Considering my own ravenous appetite' was left unsaid, though that fact became evident with the sheer amount of food piled up on Sasaki's tray by the end of the selection process. Sure he was a big guy, but he was pretty lanky for that much food. He waited for duck boy to pick out his selection. Once he did so, Sasaki approached the cashier and removed his wallet from his pocket, slapping down banknotes like nobody's business. Though electronic banking was probably more convenient, nothing beat being able to see the fruits of your labor. That, and you couldn't hack into banknotes.
Though there was plenty of free space in the almost empty cafeteria, Sasaki gestured with his head to the worried looking girl all lonesome before walking there whether duck boy chose to or not.
"Ohayou, ojou-chan, do you mind if me and my acquaintance sit with you?" the bespectacled teen asked, holding up his almost comically oversized pile of food.
-Pants</s>
<|message|>Yamato (formerly Hayabusa), Kazeno
Kazeno watched as Sasaki piled all manner of meat, rice and vegetables pile up on his tray, it was amazing how one tray managed to hold it all. Jeez, this guy is like the Battleship Akagi for christ sake, ignoring the similarly large amount of food on his own tray. If he wasn't flying all the time, he might have easily become a blob of flesh. Thank god he wasn't paying for it though, it would save his trust fund for a day or so he presumed.
He followed the towering figure over to the table we he asked if they could have a seat.</s>
<|message|>Matsuda, Seiji (松田 星二)
"Ah... Yeah, you've got a point there." Seiji said, letting out a little laugh before looking at his cold breakfast again. Though he did seem to be making an offhand remark, Kei definitely had a point- he probably wouldn't make it through the day without any food in his stomach. Though the idea of a cold bowl of rice was definitely not something he'd have preferred, he'd have to eat it...
Seiji immediately turned his attention back to Kei as he mentioned coming with him to buy some ingredients after school today. Well, there was no reason to not bring him along- after all, his classmate seemed to be enthusiastic enough.
"By all means, tag along after school. We're still heading to the dorms in the end, so there's no big deal with that... I think. You going to bring anyone else along with you?" Seiji asked as his eyes drifted over to the vending machine nearby. Wait... That was an option.
"'scuse me a moment." he said as he got up and walked over to the machine and purchased a can of warm green tea from it. Taking the can, Seiji walked back to his seat and opened up the can, pouring the tea over his rice. Perfect.
"Ah, the wonders of ochazuke." he said, smiling as he began to eat. "By the way, what is it that you'd like to make anyhow?"</s>
<|message|>Dylan Brooks
Dylan
Dylan smiled as Justeaze got serious, watching her zip around at high speeds with her wind before closing his eyes. As she sent her wind blades at him, he snapped them open, calculations running through his head at insane speeds, estimating where and when they'd hit through sight, hearing, and touch. The moment they were about to hit, he quickly avoided them by just a hair, chuckling a little at the feel of passing air on his skin.
As she came at him, he didn't move an inch in defense, trusting in his refexes, so he didn't fall for her feint. As she came at him from behind, he turned to take the slash on his arms, then moved to catch her foot by the ankle.
"I do hear the voice of the wind, and it gives me all the information I need to defeat you."
Dylan would then pull Justeaze off her feet, swinging her around a couple times befire throwing her in the direction of the track-field, breathing a little hard as he felt the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.</s>
| <|message|>Namashiya, Kotori
Kotori Namashiya - An Invisible Songbird
Content with her small little breakfast arrangement as she was, Kotori snaked her hand inside a back to deftly snap open a book with one hand. Leafing through the pages, she once again found her place where she had left off the night before. Coming to the climactic moment where the Witch was about to deliver the poisoned apple to her unsuspecting and innocent rival, Kotori popped a bite of egg between her lips and became immersed once again.
From a distance, there was movement. There were other students piling into the cafeteria to get their morning meals. This time however, she didn't worry. These students would also likely ignore her presence so at first she paid them little heed if at all!
This was a mistake, one that was to be her undoing.
Across the cafeteria, two boys were walking in her direction. One of them being monstrously taller than the other with a proverbial mountain of food piled haphazardly onto his tray. Pulling up the book so that it covered her face except for her eyes, she guardedly observed them from over the tome's edge. The moment she realized that the taller one was looking at her, Kotori's skin rapidly paled as if she had seen a ghost!
The boy leading the two with an Everest of food was monstrous! What did he want?!
Rapid fire troubling thoughts tore through her mind, each of them more worrisome than the next as he drew closer. Closing her eyes tightly and silently praying to herself that his gaze being affixed upon her was just an illusion her nervousness had created, the dreaded truth came out footsteps came to a pause at the side of her table and he asked if the two of them could...she heard quacking, did they have a duck? Why, why did they have a duck?
What fowl trickery was this?
No matter, she had to answer his question. This was her chance! An actual opportunity to make a good impression with those who might be future classmates! So, swallowing a pill of courage and straightening her posture, her worrisome state turned to one that could have almost been considered enigmatic! Good! This is good! She thought, gathering what little confidence she had to speak.
Snapping the storybook shut and settling it down upon the table to the side, she softly nodded to the request. With her melancholic voice reaching out to address the two. "I am not one to stop either of you, feel free to take a seat."
Coolly, well, as coolly as she could, Kotori then plucked up the last piece of her delicious home-cooked eggs and ate it. Using the chewing of her food to buy her time and glancing to the two as they sat down, she bit her bottom lip briefly, thinking of exactly what to say next. How did normal conversations go? Exactly how did they function? Oh yeah! Introductions! That's usually what happened next, right?
"Um, well good morning! ...My name is Namashiya Kotori, what is both of yours?" She requested hesitantly at first, still trying to think deeply on how people normally talked with one another.</s> |
<|description|>Namashiya, Kotori
Telekinetic Esper
Appearance:
Nickname/Alias: "Mute Girl"
Magic Name: None
Position: None
Faction: None
Seat Number: Four
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Blood Type: AB Negative
Biography:
"There was a reason
that she was so
romantic about
the moon.
It never asked her
questions or begged
for the answers nor
did she ever have
to prove herself
to it.
It was always just
there- breathing,
shining,
and in ways most
humans can't understand;
listening."
--Christopher Poindexter
Growing up as a child, Kotori had always been told by her mother that she was special. In truth, she never honestly understood why. She, and her mother were alone in this world together, a not-so-dynamic duo living for one another. She in the hopes that one day she could make her mother proud, and her mother in the hopes that one day her daughter would have what she could not.
As a child, she dreamed incessantly, unendingly, searching in her heart and subconscious for the pariah that might bring to fruition her hopes that one day, her mother's life wouldn't be so filled with strife and tribulation. Her daydreams were little more than she and her mother living a life of lavish luxury, free of the day to day crisis of attempting to figure out how that they were going to eat.
Such a crisis suddenly changed when Kotori turned twelve years of age. Her life partook a peculiar change as one day while she dreamt, her pencil, diary, and apple took to orbiting about her. Swirling, rotating like planets orbiting a sun.
Waking from this dream only to have the three items come clattering onto the floor beside her accompanied the crash of a tray of food that her mother brought in. With eyes widened in fear on both parts, her mother fled the apartment. Kotori was left there alone, and not once did she ever see her mother again.
Thanks to the mercy of the Landlord, and a tender heart of the Landord's wife, Kotori managed to work for the two to earn her keep and a rooftop over her head. Learning how to skillfully both clean and cook home-prepared meals and the like. This continued four years longer, each day that passed, she used her newly discovered talent to help in the cleaning. Making herself more controlled in time, even down to precise movements like dusting and mopping with her hands as well as her mind, hoping that her mother might return until one day the Police came and visited her home.
Her mother had taken her own life in the northern Prefecture of Aomori. Leaving what little money she had left to the daughter she had abandoned.
Simultaneously grief stricken and heartbroken, Kotori turned around and used the money as an entry fee into the Hybrid Academy, in the hopes that she might find acceptance there rather than continue to live in secret at home.
Personality: Constant nervousness and hesitation for social interaction are what marks the first tenants of Kotori's personality. Social anxiety and shyness around other students has lead some to believe that she might be mute, even though she gets excellent marks on most of the studies she partakes in. A little bit of a bookworm, in addition to her books used for schoolwork, a Fairy Tale or two might be tucked beneath her arm.
Always a dreamer, she hopes for a day where she just might break free of the bonds that make her so awkward around others in day to day life. Fearful always that something she said could have offended another or driven them away in another measure. Failures to make what she could actually call a friend has only further ingrained these anxieties into her conscience.
Perhaps she believes she is not destined for the life of a socialite; rather, she is destined for the existence of a shut-in.
Likes:
Cooking - Like seriously, cooking, mother of God she can cook.
Using her Powers - for fun, privately. She doesn't like to publicly show off her prowess.
Swimming - Though wearing a swimsuit around classmates might make her explode in embarrassment.
Flying - Using her own power to lift herself into the air and fly!
Fruit - Especially fresh cut Pineapple.
Reading Books - Favorite genres are Mystery, Fantasy and Poetry.
Video Games - Usually of the handheld variant, though she's never owned one of her own.
Music - Especially of the classical genre! Piano music seems to speak to her heart wonderfully so.
Dislikes:
Bugs - In general, especially spiders. She might telekinetically sling someone's foot in the direction of one. Accidentally.
Sports - She is generally not aggressive enough to play them, in any form. If she does anything athletic, it's purely for fun, not for competition.
Bullying - She dealt with it in school when she was younger, now she utterly despises it.
Debating - Again, the lack of a social spine cripples her here.
Parties - Or large gatherings of people in an area for similar sakes, it feels overwhelming and she doesn't know why.
Skills:
Cooking - Above all else, she is an incredible cook. The opening of her bento boxes often tend to make others drool just by the smell of her food.
Music - A commendable piano player, she taught herself over the recent few years after falling in love with Piano music. She plays by ear, not by sheet music. A rather incredible talent nonetheless. She's also a decent singer, but...that would never, ever happen publicly.
Swimmer - She's actually quite good at swimming, but she only does so in the wee hours of the night alone at the school's swimming pool when she feels like it. Too afraid of attracting attention from others, of course.
Ability:
Telekinesis - Level 4 - She's able to move objects with her mind, and quite concisely and skillfully at that. Able to even cause concussive waves of akin to a wall of telekinetic force if she's unable to avoid a fight altogether. Though she has difficulty picking up heavier objects for sustained amounts of time. (A minute or more)
Magic: None!
Theme Song:
Extras: None!
I think I'm done! ^^;
Maybe? I'm not sure.</s>
<|message|>Dylan Brooks
Dylan
Dylan nodded at Justeaze, glad that the spar had helped her in some way, as he releasing her arms and got off of her body. He brushed himself off a little and would even offer to help her up if she didn't mind. Once they were both up and standing, Dylan would look over to the cafeteria, feeling his stomach grumble lightly in response. Man, that sparring really worked up an appetite, I'm starving.
He was about to bolt of towards the building, when he thought better of it, turning to Justeaze with a grin while he pointed to the cafeteria. "Hey Justeaze-san, want to go to the cafeteria to get something to eat. I don't know about you, but that sparring session made me rather hungry." His stomach chose to emphasis that with a much louder growl, causing Dylan to turn a slight shade of red from embarassment. He didn't draw attention to it, and prayed that Justeaze wouldn't either. If she agreed, then he'd walk with her to the Cafeteria. If she declined, he'd give a short wave "Good-bye", before bolting off to the building.</s>
<|message|>Mishima, Taiki
Taiki wished he had popcorn or some nachos because things just took a turn for entertaining.
"ah... youth..."
He muttered as his face was suddenly filled with nostalgia. He remembered fighting his first pyrokinetic. Seriously, it's like being a hot-head is a prerequisite for being a fire-wielder, it was a comical and somewhat suiting phenomenon.
Taiki grabbed his bowl of potato salad and started to dig in furiously as he watched the two opposing elementalists clash. Ria was acting like a hot-blooded delinquent, wasn't she supposed to be the cool-headed one? The other one was probably an overly aggressive yankee by trade if first impressions were anything to go by.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
As a responsible teacher, Taiki should've intervened by now and tried to stop them. But if one were to ask Mishima-sensei what 'being responsible' meant, he would probably have a hard time trying to answer. He was better off as a teacher who followed his instincts. And right now, instinct dictated he cheer them on.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
Taiki continued to chant as he clambered up on a table, bowl of potatoes in one hand and a raised spoon in the other.</s>
<|message|>Lin Min Hai
Kurogane Kiyoshi
This academy had eyes and ears everywhere. It was a well known fact that, if left with their own devices, the students could bring the academy down within hours. Actually, make it seconds if Level 5's and Saints were involved. That was why teachers were equipped with handheld transceivers, made exceptionally difficult to trace or inhibit signals. It was a blessing of primitive technology, since there were only so many ways to manipulate it, whether it be to block or strengthen communication.
It was obvious that all level 5 teachers had these communication devices. Whether Taiki turned it off or not did not matter, since the administration did not even bother trying to urge him to act responsibly. They had factored in his playful nature and concluded that only once the cafeteria became a wreck would he finally intervene. Even then, he may cause some damage himself.
"The fight has been authorized. Please make sure they do not destroy expensive school property."
"Got it. Kurogane out." Kiyoshi pocketed the transceiver once again and sighed. It was Taiki who should have provided authorization and confirmation, but Kiyoshi could see that the thought never occurred to his old high school classmate. Personally, he was annoyed, as he was dealing with some paperwork at the time. If someone was to prevent property damage, Kiyoshi was sure to make Taiki do it first.
No one seemed to have noticed Kiyoshi, even when he passed right in front of them. Whether it was because their attention was fixated on the commotion in front of them, his ability, or a mix of both was unknown. Taiki would probably be the only one who could 'see' a certain young man in a suit, as that man placed a cat right on top of Taiki's head. Sayuri made herself comfortable on Taiki's head while Kiyoshi silently stared at a fellow level 5.</s>
| <|message|>Namashiya, Kotori
Kotori - An Invisible Songbird
The tension that lingered in the air as the chopsticks shattered in Sasaki's grasp remained heavily in her mind. It were almost as she had feared, the odd ability she had been born with was adversely reacted to almost instantly! Nervously, she bit her lip as he returned with a new pair and muttered a soft apology. Quizzically, she stared at him for a few moments as he ate, watching as his expression changed to one of grave nature to joy at the tastes she had imbued in her rice.
In the matter of a few split seconds, her serving of rice was long gone. Thankfully, she wasn't terribly hungry to begin with, so waiting for lunch to arrived seemed not as detrimental as others might think.
Yet still there was the concern of the shattered chopsticks, the slivers from which still dusted the table. Had she triggered something that caused a traumatic memory to arise? With a shift of her fingertips, she picked up the three ball bearings and returned them to her bag; manually, rather than telekinetically. After all, she didn't want to have him breaking another pair of chopsticks because of her.
"It's quite allright, Kirima-san." She spoke softly, nodding her head just slightly. "I cook my own food, so if someone truly likes it I consider it a compliment! If you wanted, I could make you some breakfast tomorrow to try; consider it an apology for startling you so." This time however, her softened lips broke just briefly into a radiant smile, she could at least show a little pride in her culinary ability. A brilliant smile however, that abruptly ceased as she watched a chicken bone fly across the cafeteria only to be shortly followed by a string of angrily shouted words from two ends.
Sitting up straighter so that she could meekly glimpse over Sasaki's shoulder as they discussed exactly what to do with Duck-boy's pet, Kotori's expression paled. Two obvious users of some sort of ability were furiously squaring off with one another just a few meters behind the little breakfast crew. Glancing over to both her newfound friends, well, could she honestly call them friends? They had only just met. Did they consider her a friend? An acquaintance maybe?
It didn't matter, these two were about to fight one another. It would not do well for either of them to risk getting caught in the crossfire! With two as hot-headed as this, the very risk of that happening to not only Duck-Boy and Sasaki but many others seemed too great to allow!
She had to do something before someone unlucky got hurt for no reason.
"I-I'm s-sorry, but excuse me for a moment. I n-need to alter the current course." Bowing her head to the two respectfully, Kotori did not move from her seat in the least. What happened immediately was the screeching of metal on the floor of the cafeteria that overpowered the shouting exchange of words. Even drowning out the middle-schooler that had been urging the conflict forward.
A pair of the long, steel tables that lined the rows in the cafeteria had begun moving by themselves. After the attention from the immediate rage had been diverted, the Tables lofted themselves into the air, hanging vertically so that their tops now directly faced the two that had been riling themselves up for a fight. The only target they faced were their own reflection in the metal.
Their only enemy was their own impulsiveness. A subtle point she was trying to get across, but would likely fall upon blindly enraged minds.
Summoning up her courage to speak while she focused on holding the barrier that divided the two, Kotori spoke aloud, concisely for the entire cafeteria to hear. "If you m-must fight, p-please take it outside where others can't be hurt or disturbed by your c-childishness! You each possess remarkable power, to fight like this i-i-is unnecessary! To do this here puts not only y-yourselves at risk, but others too! P-Please s-stop being so impish. You have a responsibility to control yourselves!"</s> |
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