[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Onyx has black hair and green cat eyes. The skin of her entire body is covered in short, soft cheetah-patterned fur, except her wings and face. She is missing her left ear and has a scar on her left cheek from a fight she was in a while back. Her wings are like the wings of a brown hawk, and her wingspan is twice her arm span. She usually wears a shawl so that her wings are hidden unless she is flying.

Equipment: 3 or 4 small knives (and other tools), a pair of restored Twin Pistols, and a basic med-pack.

Physical Abilities: Flight, 6th sence(hunting/tracking), Speed & Agility, Stealth.

Background: Onyx's species, the Elissics, live in the mountains and old cities found there. They could be categorized as a frightening predator and enemy to all creatures, as they have barely any ability to distinguish one race of creature from another from the air, and there's barely any escape once they swoop down on their prey. They are not a particularly smart race, they can't understand old human language and can just barely manage to put back together the few relics they find from humans. They can only make crude weaponry, and are fairly simple with the other things they make as well. Their society is broken up into many nomadic tribes across the region, each having their own unique color of wings, and they have no unified head of power, so they will often fight with each other when the different tribes meet.

Onyx herself is a bit different from the others in her tribe… she likes to be alone, rather than hunting in a group, and will keep trying towards her goal until she figures out how to get there. Instead of trying to fly over the tallest mountain and tiring herself out, possibly even getting sick, she'll look for the shortest path around. She's better with strategy and quick moves than drawn-out fights and trying to compensate for a group. Because of this, she is sort of left out of everything, and she doesn't care because she doesn't want to have to feel like she can't say what's on her mind. She is often given solo missions that really don't make much difference around the tribe, and whenever she's not on a mission will fly in random patterns around the mountains, usually ending up at a large lake (or small sea) where she likes to fish using an old net she had found nearby the first time she had gone there. Onyx, just like the rest of the Elissics, doesn't worry much about the state of the world or how it got that way. They all live completely in the moment.

[User]
Tarentek felt strange being shepherded around in secret to Onyx's den, but he supposed it was necessary. At least it finally seemed like he was going to be able to stop moving and relax. For almost the entire day, he had been wandering the desert and was close to exhaustion. Luckily, the pair made it to the den without being spotted, after which Onyx was quick to dash around the rooms lighting lanterns for visibility.

After a few minutes, Onyx led Tarentek to a small room in the back. It had little else other than a bed, but he was not someone who required much in the way of accommodations. It was already a more comfortable room than the barracks he was used to. He sat down on the bed and leaned his back against the wall as Onyx left the room. Letting down his hood, he gave a fatigued sigh, but did his best to stay awake and alert. Although he was tired, he was far hungrier than he was exhausted, and he was anxiously looking forward to a much-needed meal. When Onyx brought him his water, he was tempted to down it all in one gulp again, but paced himself on her recommendation. Despite all he had to worry about at the moment, the small room in a nice, peaceful den was enough to at least mitigate some of the stress he had accumulated throughout the day while he waited for Onyx to call him into the other room.

[Assistant]
Onyx tried to make something that tasted ok in as little time as possible, so she ended up making hot sandwiches. Ground meat cooked into a shape like a pancake and served in bread, a simple meal that she was sure Tarentek would be able to eat as much as he wanted of. "Tarentek. The meal is ready." She called as she placed the food on the small table in the main room, pouring another glass of water for Tarentek and placing it at his spot. She did not have to wait long for him to show up, although he did not seem to have rested at all since she had left him in his room. She decided that she would give him some medicine to help him sleep after he ate, as she placed two small pills next to his plate before sitting down.

"The blue pill will help your digestion, and the green one will help you re-hydrate faster. You have to take them before you finish your plate if you're going to want any more food after that." She said as he sat across the table from her.

[User]
Tarentek was quick to move to the main room once he heard his name. He still had a good amount of water in his cup, and the meal, in his eyes, looked greatly appetizing. Of course, with as long as it had been since he had eaten, just about anything edible would seem quite appealing.

Tarentek had not been expecting medicine, though he supposed Onyx was assigned to be his nurse. She had done nothing to harm him so far, so he saw no reason not to trust what she was giving him. "Thank you." He said with a polite nod before taking the medicine, then starting on his meal. As much as he wanted to wolf down the meat as quickly as he could, Tarentek had to force himself to take his time and not overeat. His malnourishment was hardly as bad as it could have been, but he still needed to pace himself to be safe. Hopefully, the medicine would help in that regard.

"I have told you some about my life, but perhaps I could ask a few questions about yours?" Tarentek commented after a minute or so of silence. "I got the sense that you are related to your leader. Is that true?"

[Assistant]
Tarentek's question didn't surprise her, although the fog of his memory sure did. Her father had only briefly mentioned that she was his daughter, but the way he said it had made her think that he was attempting to shame Her and Tarentek at the same time. If she accounted for the fact that his memory would probably be spotty because of his condition, she could understand him forgetting such a minuscule moment. "Well," She started, not sure whether to be blunt or vague, and deciding to just get it out. "Yes, you are right. Raldel is my father, and I am his youngest daughter."

Onyx tried to force herself to keep a strait face as she thought about her family. She didn't fit in with her brothers at all, as they all decided to become Scouts and Sentries, and her one older sister was... Onyx shook herself to keep the thought from her mind. "I'd rather not talk about my family much, if you don't mind. Please." She added the last part under her breath, so she was unsure if Tarentek actually heard it or not, and then decided she didn't care. "All you need to know is that my father has not been leader of our tribe for long. He took control after the last snow-fall."

[User]
"I understand." Tarentek said, nodding to Onyx as he continued with his meal at a relatively slow pace. "My parents were no one special in my city. They were simply warriors, like myself. They taught me what they knew and prepared me for my training, after which I became a scout for my people. My father died in battle about five years ago, and my mother was wounded last year. She lost the ability to use her leg as...effectively as before, so she was no longer able to serve as a warrior after that. As for my role, I have more knowledge than the average person about old Human technology. It was the task of myself and my scouting team to identify and recover useful materials and machines."

After giving his brief explanation of his own past, Tarentek moved on to the next point about which he was curious. "At any rate, perhaps I could know a bit more about your kind. The ability to fly is...not something I could imagine myself. Having been something you've had your whole life, I would guess it is fairly mundane to you, but for someone who has been bound to the Earth for all his years, it seems amazing, and frightening, to think about. Although, I do wonder in what ways we are different that are not so obvious."

[Assistant]
Onyx had never thought that her flight was mundane, how could she, when every time she took off she could feel the pure joy and freedom of the air around her. She was not quite sure how to explain this to Tarentek however, so she decided to try telling him what her mother had once told her. "Well, to me the ability to fly has always been a blessing upon my people. Our wings have allowed us to survive what our brother race, the Gahiji, could not. The Gahiji all died years before I was born, but other than the absence of wings, they were exactly like the Elissics. The histories I have learned of my people claim that the two races may have had a shared heritage, and that it was a grave mistake on the part of the Elissics to allow the Gahiji's destruction." Onyx took a moment to get her train of thought back on track before continuing.

"As for imagination... Have you ever felt so happy and safe that you couldn't help yourself but to laugh and sing? When I'm in flight the world seems so much smaller, and I know that I am free of the lurking dangers and unpredictability of the land below. I am untouchable, and may go wherever I wish, or even simply nowhere at all..." Onyx trailed off, a light smile on her face as she recalled memories of when she had first learned to fly. "I was terrified when I was first learning, Olias caught me a lot at the beginning, but now I could fly in my sleep if i wanted to." Suddenly, Onyx realized what the biggest difference between them could be.

"Tarentek, do you have gods? I don't mean the kind that you could prove exist, but the deep belief that there is someone unseen watching over you." Onyx tried not to ask the question too suddenly, but she hoped that he would understand that what she asked had a stronger meaning than the words could imply.

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Tarentek tried to understand how it felt to fly from Onyx's words. Her way of describing the experience was quite vivid, though he doubted he would ever truly understand what it was like to fly under his own power, not unless he found a way to grow wings. He had not heard of this other race she mentioned, but if they had indeed died out, then why would he? "The way you make it sound...I do wish I could experience it, and not passively as before. It does seem like flight would give your people a great advantage." He commented, giving a pause to take a drink of his water. "Although, I suppose my people are not without any advantage. I am somewhat...larger than everyone I have seen so far here. I am honestly surprised you were able to carry me here; it could not have been easy. I do remember that my kind tended to have at least a bit more in the way of...muscular definition compared to most of the traders and other visitors to our city. Then there is our regeneration."

After Tarentek trailed off himself, Onyx asked a question about his people's gods, which he had no problem answering. "Yes, Koisk, Jhala, and Vikrii. They are our body, mind, and spirit, respectively. I could explain more about them, if you are curious." He offered.

[Assistant] "Do you trust in them? Would you place any and all hope for not only your life but the lives of everyone around you in their hands?" Onyx hoped she would be able to remember the names he had said, they did sound a little familiar already. "I ask because one thing my tribe has noticed about most outsiders who have recovered more of the Past one's Relics than we have is that they all seem to have a more disjointed relationship with their supposed greater beings of faith. They learn more of the lost past and lose sight of their beliefs, becoming a shell of what they may have been."

[User]
Tarentek leaned back in his chair, lightly scratching his chin. "I...do not know how to answer that, honestly. To pursue lost knowledge is not opposed to our beliefs, but instead central to them. Perhaps I can explain." He said, leaning forward again and taking a quick bite of his meal before continuing.

"Koisk is our body. She gives the gift of the physical form we carry through life; she gives strength, fertility, and ensures our lasting good health. My people, the Karisskan, will heal from any wound that does not kill us. If an injury is terrible enough, it can take a long time to recover, such as with my mother, but even her leg would have healed completely given enough time. Vikrii is our spirit. He gifts us the essence of life, the spark of our being. And, he shepherds us through death, beyond our world. But Jhala, she is the one most central to our daily lives, for she is our mind, our thoughts and knowledge. It is her gift that separates us from simple beasts, not our bodies, no matter how strong or resilient they are. She grants us reasoning and understanding, and to serve her is to expand that knowledge. We seek the lost knowledge of the world before because it strengthens her gifts. So you see, gaining that knowledge is a core part of our values." Tarentek explained.

[Assistant]
"I think yours is the only race that has such a belief." Onyx said quietly. "My people have a very different belief from you. Our bodies and physical abilities are simply a visible interpretation of the strengths of our spirit, soul, and heart. Earlier you said you didn't think that I would have been able to carry you for so long as I did, that is because my strength is less visible to you than it is to my people. Spirit is our will to live and our hope, without it we would be too heavy with the burdens of sadness, fear, worry, and anger to even be able to fly at all. The strength of our will, our spirit, becomes the strength of our wings, and therefore so long as we believe in ourselves we gain the strength to do what we set out to do."

Onyx paused a moment before continuing. "Our soul is our eternal self, and cannot be harmed by anything in this world. Our soul is where we learn to recognize others and we gain our sense of self through it, and it is all that will be left of us once we have passed. Our soul gives us trust and friendship, along with promise and continuity. The strength of our soul becomes the power we inherit when we come of age, our acceptance by the rest of the tribe as who we are. those with a strong soul are better leaders than those with a weaker soul, however a strong soul is more likely to be corrupted by the powers of Fellagang and his minions. Lastly, heart. Our heart guides our decisions and grants us compassion and joy, along with love and loyalty. Our heart is untouchable, for we cannot change its strength on our own. The strength of our heart becomes our agility and speed, as well as our link to Heillias. Those with a stronger heart look more delicate than those with a weak heart, and are often easier to get along with than those without a strong heart."

Onyx hoped that she still made sense to Tarentek. He looked very tired as he was listening. "Enough questions for tonight, you need your rest. finish the rest of your plate and i'll get you some medicine to help you sleep if you need it."


[System]
Age: 17
Crest: Knowledge
Appearance:
Bio:
 Aaric was born into a very affluent family. His father and mother got along fairly well, and Aaric had neutral (bordering resentment) relationship toward his parents. However, the oddity was that his parents were absent most of the time due to work. Especially coupled with the fact that he was the only child, Aaric had little interaction with other people, minus the occasional silent nanny that came over to clean the house and the family dog. Fortunately Aaric had access to large swaths of books and resources thanks to his parents wealth, odd choices, and lack of computers. Out of the extensive collection, he would usually ignore the more scientific books in favor for more lore intensive studies, including extensive fantasies, historical non-fiction, and even advanced literary works when age permitted him understanding.

 By himself, Aaric had learned to become somewhat independent, learning to cook, to laundry, and to take care of the dog whenever the maids were not present. He even biked to school on most occasions. Though, these skills were gained more out of necessity, as his parents refused to provide him with a myriad butlers or maids to take care of him. More often than not, Aaric was left to his own devices when it came to management of the house. However, despite not providing great amounts of servants, Aaric's parents hired numerous tutors that visited the estate after Aaric went to school, nearly everyday. This left Aaric with a surprising lack of free time.

 With the influences of his somewhat privileged and "freed" life, Aaric gained some amount of independency. However, in school, with tutors, and with the rare servant, Aaric rarely had any real human to human interaction, leaving him inexperienced with conversation and relationship. In addition, because he grew up on literature based on fantasy and history, Aaric had a certain "disposition" that made him a little bit more "romantic" yet "flatter" than others of his age. Often, kids of his age usually stayed away from him due to his eccentricity and inflexibility toward others.

 Now approaching the halfway point of age 17, Aaric is successful in his schooling. However, he is, as of now, ignorant to the fact that there is much more to this life other than eat, study, and sleep.

Name: Hakase
Personality: A easy going yet witty digimon. Often, Hakase will crack sardonic criticism with the worst of it occurring in his rookie form. Despite his habit, however, most of his judgements are actually quite reasonable, albeit in a manner that might not be all that appropriate. In addition, Hakase knows a great deal about the current state of the digital world but chooses not to flaunt his knowledge in favor for more critical assessments of character.

Stage- Baby
Species: Botamon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Acid Bubble - Shoots acid bubbles from his mouth

Stage- In-Training
Species: Koromon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Acid Bubbles - Shoots acid bubble from his mouth
 2: Soft Tackle - Uses the body to tackle opponent

Stage- Rookie
Species: Hakase Agumon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Hakase Bo - Employs his professor baton to sway the target.
 2: Baby Flame - Shoots a small flame from his mouth.
 3: Claw Attack - Uses his claw to beat down on an opponent.

Stage- Champion
Species: Wizardmon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Magical Games - A technique that can have varying mindgame-esque elements
 2: Electro Squall - Releases lighting from hand or staff
 3: Blink Breeze - Release an icy blast of wind from the staff

Stage- Ultimate
Species: Wisemon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Pandora Dialogue - Captures and stores the attacks of the opponent that can later be used later with great speed and potency.
 2: Eternal Nirvana - Captures a digimon into the Space-Time stones for any desired time.

Stage- Mega
Species: Ancient Wisemon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Proteus Mirror - Can replicate any attack that has been observed and absorbed by his mirror raised to Hakase's power level
 2: Laplace no Ma - Imprisons a digimon into the spirit world for any desired time
 3: Elder Sign - Summons a powerful interdimensional being to fight for Hakase
Other:

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Z noticed the sky open up. Though he was not particularly religious he did think aliens existed and stuff. So he immediately fell to his knees and hid behind his Digimon. Scrunching up to do so. "What the ffffuck!?" He spat with confusion and fear. Ludomon chuckled. "No worries here pal just listen up. This is proof you're the real deal." Franky lifted his head to look at the angel from his position. When he took the time to look at her through squinted eyes he could make out a fair woman. Thank god I don't get seizures. He thought looking at the light she had shining around her.

The orbs appearing made him fall back. His instinct made him want to scatter. He's seen this before in games bosses when they summon multiple orbs to kill everyone with. Dark Souls truly brought down his level of hope in video games. Never would he try run in the wheel of some sick game. Yet here he was with virtual monsters in a virtual world. Though he didn't know this. So when the light came his way he flinched. Wait did she say we are the only ones?

He expected to be hurt, or at least protected by his Digimon. But instead he felt something clasp on his wrist. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the device he had. This was the first time he felt somewhat good. Its style was unique to anything sold on the market. But similar enough. But if I can't take it off it's clearly a bomb. He thought with his lips curling with fear. Ludomon simply looked at his partners reaction and chuckled. "Humans are hilarious!"

"Find HER crests huh?" He thought about this. He was being sent on a mission with a party like any old rpg. He couldn't help but feel this moment was a bit showy. For an angel to come and demand things from them was curious. He couldn't shake his doubt of this being some kind of purgatory, the angel confirming this being some kind of major religious event going down. He's seen a movie about something like this. Where the randomly chosen people had already died unexpectedly and were reborn with one last shot at life to fight to the death against monsters. He gripped his chest, mortified. Did that asshole shoot me? Did my boss not really buy bulletproof glass!? THAT CHEAP BASTARD!

Suddenly she began speaking to him. He looked up and saw the light she indicated which turned into a recognizable form. A glowing yellow star with a trail, much like a comet. Though a bit childish looking in his opinion. He preferred something that could be on a metal cover. He noticed the light form a ring around everyone. He looked at the light show in mere awe. "My hope huh? The hell does that mean?"

[Assistant]
Alex, as well as the chess piece running after her, came to an abrupt halt as the wind around them began to pick up. She could only watch in awe at what looked like an angel made herself present in front of the ragtag group. Judging by the outfit, Alex would have guessed that this person wasn't as pure as angels are often depicted, but she kept her mouth shut in fear of getting attacked or something.

As the being made several orbs appear in front of her, Alex unconsciously stepped back. She knew all about the 'Orbs of Death', a trope present in most fantasy stories and video games. It looked like Z had the same though judging by his reaction, which ultimately made the short haired brunette suppress a laugh. However, she quickly recomposed herself when she felt the chess piece from earlier giving her a hollow stare. As the orbs grew closer, Alex tensed, shutting her eyes and expecting the worse, but what she was greeted with was the sound and feeling of something wrapping around her wrist. Yellow green eyes quickly opened and she could only gawk at the strange device she had now acquired.

Of course, being who she was, Alex immediately began prodding at the device, attempting to pull it off and even gnawing on it.
"Um, milady? Please don't do that. That is a very important device that will help save our world." The creature said in the most calming way he possibly could. "...S-So this world is the Digiworld? Why is i-it in peril? What's wrong with it?" She blurted out, surprised at even herself for noticing how easy it was to talk to the life sized pawn. Said pawn simply shook its head before sighing. "You will know in due time, milady." It mumbled out before bringing its attention back to the angel figure above.

Alex could only watch as the being soon bought it's attention to her, telling her to 'reassume thy Reliability', followed by a familiar symbol of a cross with four right triangles inverted to frame said cross. Reliability...her? Well, if it was referring to the pawn that kept following her, then yes, that was very accurate, but what kind of Reliability could she have with a body like this? Was she meant to gain the dependency of these strangers? It felt impossible, especially since she can barely do anything for herself, let alone for other people...

Was she offended by what the angel asked her to do? No, not really, but it was clear that she wasn't the best choice to do something like this. Thankfully, one of the vulgar teenagers - Dorotea was it? - practically spoke for her, and all of them really. They didn't look cut out for this at all...
"I am very positive you can do this, milady. With the help of me and the others, you can do this." The pawn said truthfully before nodding and bowing slightly. "Allow me to assist you, milady. This is the one request I will not accept 'no' as an answer."

Still unsure of what to make of this, Alex lowered her head.
"...I w-wanna think about it..." She mumbled before looking up and over at Z, who seemed to be confused by what his crest meant. "My hope huh? The hell does that mean?" were is exact words, and while almost everything about the older man was a bit silly and endearing, she felt pity on him for being forced to acquire such a vague thing.

Shuffling over slowly as not to scare the man, Alex, along with the chess piece silently following behind, brought a hand up slightly to get his attention before speaking up.
"...I-It's expecting or believing that something will happen. U-Um, do you expect anything to happen right now?" She asked, oblivious to how these crests and virtues still work. They had to 'be the crests, in order to find the crests', right?


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 15 years old

Species: Land Shark

Personality: Luka is quite quick on the nibbles as he is always hungry and will eat almost anything he can get his hands on. He seems to have a bottomless stomach and pretty much anything can fit in his mouth.

Other than that, he is almost always constantly happy and optimistic.

Likes:
-Food
-Friends
-Friendly people
-Bright things
-Soft things

Dislikes:
-Bad food
-Accidentally eating rocks
-Mean people
-People who looked friendly but actually weren't
-Spiky things

History: When Luca was born, he was quite a normal land shark. However, when he was about 10 years old, an old prophet came to his community and for some reason he didn't understand, he was exiled from his land shark brethren and sentenced to wander.

He is currently roaming in search of other people like himself, and also for the prophet that visited his community to ask why he was exiled.

Other: He has a variety of elemental and buffing nibble attacks.

[User]
In a sudden motion his seat, at the time Peter chest, stood up causing the not so amused harpy to fall off him in surprise and land face first into the moist floor. He moved up from the floor just a bit seeing Peter pacing around complaining . He hummed in a not pleased fashion. Standing up and ruffling his poor feathers to get some of the dust off. He watched Peter for some more moments. It wouldnt be nice to trip him, humhum concluded. Hearing Luka talk to someone, he shifted his attention over.
Walking pass, Peter towards Luka, Humhum did do something he saw humans do all the time. Slapping him over that metal hat thing he tended to wear.
''Luka to who are you talking mmm?'' He asked, looking over and noticing the creature. ''Hello mmm... Are you mmm long here? '' He waved at the creature in question grabbing one of the rusty bars with his claw. Starting to pull at it. Letting pretty much his silent anger at the bar out. It did him good as he started to flap his wings, tugging at it with lot of force. The claw clenching even more thigh around it as if he wasnt able to deiced if he wanted to pull the bar out or clench it dust. It did worked calming at humhum after a bit. Taking a short break from that activity. ''Do you want mmm out too, like us mhm? Maybe we can help each mmm other?'' He tilted his head at the neighbour prisoner creature before listening carefully as he went to his activity of tugging vigorously at the rusty bar.

[Assistant]
Setheran the monster, watched them, all thoughts of trying to chew his way out lost. He could escape right that moment; he knew he might have a good chance at escaping. The problem was that he didn't have a guaranteed chance to escape, because a hundred guards would overpower him, with the organization and cleverness of their commander.

But getting a random group of misfits to help him would make it very much more likely to escape. So, he withdrew his snout from between the bars, and coughed several more times, as he made his way to the edge of the door. He appeared to be looking for something in particular, as he dragged his snout along the edges of his door, nudging each spot where the bolts holding the door to the hallway were at.

And in a minute, he had pushed out all the pins in the stupidly-designed door clearly meant for dumb creatures, and the great door came crashing down into the hallway with a loud bang!

And then Seth the creature stepped out of his cage, looked back and forth, and then spit on the tops of the neighboring cell's bars, where the metal met metal at the very top, against the ceiling. A moment later, the tops of the bars were melted through, and Seth took a bar in his teeth, and veeerrryyyy slowly began bending it out, into the hall, starting to make a hole.

[User]
"What the hell is that?" gulped Artemis, rolling onto his front. He watched through the bars of his cell fearfully as the big creature lumbered towards them. "Woahhh, hold up a minute, big boy. I'm not very tasty, you see, I'm a fish who has been out of water for a while now..." He watched in horror as the monster spat on the top of the bars and burnt the bars. "Jesus Christ...." gasped Artemis, slowly flopping backwards in fear. The creature took a bar in its great jaws and slowly began bending the bar in a downwards direction. "Now come on, now, we don't need to do that" soothed the blobfish, a crack in his voice revealing his fear. This creature was obviously trying to break in and eat them. There was no other explanation for it.

Images of Artemis's body oozing blood and guts in the creatures mouth flashed through his mind. He might be immortal but goddammit, that would hurt! "Seriously, boy, you don't have to do that" whispered Artemis, finding himself in the very back corner of the cell. He whimpered in fear before noticing his companions looked unfazed by the creature at their door. "Yeah, don't worry guys, there's just a huge freaking monster breaking into our cell, I'm probably just overreacting here!" he barked sarcastically. "Sorry that I don't want to be digested over the course of next week and slowly push myself out of a monsters rect-OH JESUS".

The creature had broken down the bars and Artemis was pretty sure he'd shit a small stone.

[Assistant]
Once the upper parts of the bars were melted the one bar Humhum was tugging much easier gave in to him, bending into the cell. He hummed much more pleased. The friendly creature was bending them outsider and Humhum decide to let him do that.
There were others things to get done. Someone would have to carry their still passed out friend alpaca and the too slow for escaping fish.

Walking over to the blob fish who for some reason was going father and father into the corner. Shrugging it off as something Artemis tended to do a lot beside the complain like talk he often had. Smiling at him and humming he tried to complement him. ''Dont be silly I am sure you taste great. mhm mhm mhm~ '' Humhum reached his leg out his claw grabbing around his fish friend. ''Some one mhhhh has to carry Hee~na too mhm~'' He pointed helpfully deciding to not slow himself by carrying her, she was heavier than a fish.

Humhum holding Artemis in his claw flattered easily out the now several outside bend bars. He balanced easily one one leg the fish in his claws pretty much in eye level with the helpfully creature. ''Thank you mmmhm~ We should go left I can feel mmmmmuch~ fresher air that way. mmm''  He patiently waited for all the others to get out before setting on. He will have to groom himself for hours the moment they were outside.

[User]
"Thank you mister!"

Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend.

"Can you tell us your name, mister?"

[Assistant]
Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here.

So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad.

So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.

[User]
The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke.

''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.''

There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise.

'' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. ''

He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.

[Assistant]
Artemis blinked in confusion as he was dropped and caught again. "Oh, okay, bird-man, just throw me around like I'm a football" he muttered to himself. "Sure, lets use the immortal virgin blobfish as a ball to throw at each other, that sounds great". The blobfish had calmed slightly as he saw the monster was not a monster at all - it understood Luka and had scratched its name into the floor with its horn. Well, perhaps it was still a monster but at least it was a sentient monster. As he shifted slightly in Humhum's claws, he glanced around him. The corridor was long and dark, with paved flooring with hay strewn everywhere.

"God, I'd love to roll in the hay sometime" he said out loud. "No, Humhum! I only mean that metaphorically! It was a joke, a joke! Don't throw me into the hay!" Artemis calmed himself somewhat and looked around at his companions. Peter, the metal man and Heena, the alpaca-llama thing, still stood in the cell, motionless. "Well, Jesus Christ, guys, don't let us hold you back" he said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to carry you on this adventure or something? We're trying to discover ourselves, not how freakin' heavy a man in a diving suit is!"

The blobfish sighed. "Well, anyway, seeing as this sentient-monster-thingy isn't going to eat us, we should get out of here. Which way?"


[System]
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.

[User] 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."

[Assistant]
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.

[User]
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.

[Assistant]
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.

[User]
"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.

[Assistant]
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.


[System]
Nickname:

V.V

Age:

17

Gender:

Female

Race:

Human

Weapon:

Partizan

HK417 Video

The weapon is Double Partizan Battle Rifle and referred to as DOPABRI. The weapon has three transformations. The first is Double Partzsan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which the rifle is inside the pole of the Partizan. Second is the Twin mode when the Partisan breaks in and can be dual wielded by her. Third is the Battle Rifle (HK417) mode one side of the Partizan retracts to form the stock for the Battle Rifle while other side of the Partizan sticks out of the rifle. (Like a bayonet.). The battle rifle has a holographic sight with magnifier for close and mid range shooting.

Specialty:

Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies similar to Gratia. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she has to rely on others to protect her and watch her back. She can fulfill the secondary role with DOPABRI battle-rifle mode as a long range shooter. With her semblance ability to attack enemies that come close to her while firing with her battle rifle.

Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms.

Semblance:

Crescere miei Viticci

Vega semblance represents her inner personality… It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura.
She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth.

They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets.
Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she has to grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut.

Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element.

Bruciando Viticcio (Red Dust)

Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death.

Fulmine Viticcio (Yellow Dust)

The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn.

Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust)

Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it.

Voice:

Her Voice

Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann. (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.)

Personality:

Vega has an extrovert personality which is slightly more dominant than her introverted side. She is optimistic, reflected by her upbeat, easy-going demeanor personality. She holds a solemn personality, differing from Gratia solemnity. It is reflected by a gracious, sincere and kind attitude towards others. Her kindness, happy personality should not be mistaken that she is gullible. In her soul, she holds a Pride that can be boisterous, a core aspect that she has held since she was a child. She holds a sincerely-sharp tongue only when she sees fit and uses it in conjunction with Napoli's mocking in combat to create the most aggravating dialogue for any opponent in combat. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness.

As the team leader, she is also the one that holds together the team and constantly the mediator between Napoli and Gratia's bickering.

Color and Emblem:

WIP

White (?)

Emblem = WIP

Appearance:

Will repost in the future.

An idea (face-wise) how she would look like.

Picture 1

Picture 2

Her appearance will be drawn and will not reflect the text appearance.

(WIP text appearance – Not the final appearance)

A student from Haven, she wears the uniform except replaced the skirt with shorts and with the uniform unbuttoned wearing a white spaghetti strap. Smart-glasses (Like Google glass). Star Pendant. Knee high socks. Sneakers or Slip on shoes (?) Stands at 5 ft 3.

[User]
Jasmine - Aura Control to Lunch

As she did to Varius, Jasmine found herself stumbling back after trying to attack the other classmate. It was only then that she realized the follow up potential and she struggled not to collapse to the ground. Once she found her balance, she sighed and flexed her fingers. "Wow, it's really strong," she muttered, realization only sinking in when it was used against herself. When he suggested they continue practicing, she perked up again in excitement. "Hell yeah, let's do it!"

And they would, until the bell dismissed them for lunch. Practically dropping the lesson, Jasmine was one of the first in the class to escape the room head for the food hall. "Food," she sighed, gathering a tray to fill with food. Primarily meats, but some fruits and soda too, for the faunus.

[Assistant]
Cobalt Chideta

Cobalt looked over at Sapphire and frowned. He didn't like this girl very much, she seemed to be a very negative person. He was going to ignore her for now but he didn't think they would ever get along.

 "I have a saying that I typically stick by. The first impression should always be great, cause it may be the last as well. That's why I'm a little stressed about how I'm coming off to everyone." Cobalt explained to Oswald after he told him to relax. Then Gren came back and Cobalt tilted his head.

"Wait what? I'm the leader?" He thought back to his initial conversation with Headmaster Ozpin and frowned.

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One Day Ago

Cobalt nodded and smiled as he listened to the headmaster explain where he was going to be staying and such. As he zoned out and thought about how cool Beacon was, Ozpin continued to talk."You will be the leader of your team and as such will be responsible for all of them. They are on a mission but should be back later today." Cobalt vaguely acknowledged all of this as he thought about whether or not he should make a welcome back feast. Nothing too big probably. Ozpin coughed to get his attention and Cobalt's eyes focused. "Oh, yes of course! I'll get out right now! You're a busy man and I don't want to keep you waiting for me!" Cobalt got out of his chair and began to leave when Ozpin spoke. "You're forgetting your schedule Mr. Chideta. We wouldn't want you to be tardy." Cobalt chuckled and grabbed it from the desk. " Sorry." He backed out of the room and closed the door. Damn. That guy really knows how to make a guy feel at home. He's so calm all the time.

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Present

"Oh yeah. Huh." Cobalt really should've played better attention when Headmaster Ozpin was talking. "I am not the type of guy to go blindly charging in. Unless I'm bored and I have at least a 96.438152 percent chance of winning the encounter. Then yeah I'll probably go charging in blindly." He smiled at the end of that statement and drank some more water. He put the glass backed down and his eyes twinkled. "I'm far from stupid."

Gren mentioned a party and energy practically began to radiate off of Cobalt. "Are we heading to any bars? I've been told I'm a fun drunk." He did not come from a town with good nor strict bouncers. Alcohol was a very available thing for him. "Wait who's Sapphire's uncle?"


[System]
Nobility:No
Sex:Male
Race:Armenian
Age:21
Physical Description: A tall, handsome man standing at 6', Paulus has a strong body. He has average dark skin and a light layer of facial hair. His round face is dominated by a strong nose, and his green eyes sit under a full head of shaggy hair.
Rank:Trooper
Magic-Rank:NA
Goals/Aspirations: Paulus has an obsession with order, and wishes to use his talents in the military to protect the land and lifestyle he loves.
Personality: Paulus can hold his own in a conversation, only occasionally being seen as stubborn and overzealous about his world view if the topic turns that way. Paulus feels indebted to the nobility, a unique stance for a commoner. Deep down, Paulus cares for the welfare of his peers, but is a little annoyed when they don't see the nobility the same way he does.
 Paulus is a very focused individual and doesn't care much for drink or revelry. He also isn't very interested in finding a bride, believing one would only be a distraction. This makes Paulus a very diligent worker, and he often devotes the energy he would put into socializing or expressing himself into his work; whatever it may be.

Backstory:
 Paulus's father fought in the twilight of the American revolution as one of Optimate's Dragoons. Unfortunately he lost his arm, but by the grace of the Almighty, he was able to return to his family alive and well. After returning home, a young, landed noble took pity on the brave soldier, and saw to it that he was well taken care of. His experiences in the new world left Paulus's father with a poor opinion of democracy, an opinion only cemented by the generosity of the nobleman.
 Paulus is the first and only child of his parents, and his father began to teach him from a young age that the structure and power of the Byzantine Empire was ordained by the Lord and to be protected with his life. Starting him at age seven, the families benefactor provided Paulus with a tutor who taught Paulus basic mathematics, science, literature, and combat. This lasted until Paulus was 15 and the Mamluk rebellion began. The conflict destabilized the noble that had kept a kind eye over their family for years, and he was unable to care for them any longer. Fortunately, Paulus was at an age to begin work, and his able body and work ethic found jobs to support his family, despite the hard times the community was experiencing. While he worked, his body maturing and growing strong, he mused that his troubles all stemmed from peasants in Cairo who were ungrateful to their noble masters and were foolish enough to revolt. (Ignorant that the rebellion was lead by nobility.)
 Paulus worked many jobs. A number of times he would attempt to become an apprentice, but no master was able to keep him long due to the lack of resources during the war. This ended up benefitting Paulus, as he was a hard worker and was able to learn bits and pieces from many trades. When he wasn't in contact with a craftsman, Paulus would take on work as a common laborer or a servant. Eventually, the rebellion came to a close and prospects began to look up for the family. Instead of being a happy time for the family, Paulus's father passed. Paulus took little time to grieve his father,though. He knew that was not what his father would have had his son be preoccupied with grief when he could be serving the nation. Instead, he entrusted his mother in the care of relatives and enlisted to become a member of the imperial army.

[User]
Herakles Leventis

Herakles tried to listen intently as he scanned the treeline, its depths looking ever more treacherous, but his thoughts were a mad jumble. Sweat gathered on his brow, threatening to sting at his eyes as it inched its way downward. The warm summer sun blazed, glistening off of the pooling blood already matting the steed's maple coat. He couldn't believe how much there was. Try as he might to look away, his eyes were fixed on the motionless form slumped before him. How foolish he was to have allowed himself to be lulled into this false sense of security. And his foolishness had now cost a man his life.

The sounds of the river's splashing just behind him drew his focus away for but a moment. His eyes flitted from forest to river and back again as realization struck him like a runaway cart. Should they remain where they were, they'd be pinned without cover against a body of moving water that likely wasn't even passable. Yet he was sure a fate left to the coursing river was a better prospect than being gunned down in the open. No. That would not and could not happen. He wouldn't have another man die here on his account. There wasn't a moment to spare. They would need to act and act fast. Yet even as he tried to move, his feet stood frozen in place. Anxious thoughts plagued his mind as he fought to regain control over himself. How close was the enemy? Were they on horseback? Could the horses make it all the way back to town without first tiring? Would the enemy have thought to cut off their return, hoping instead to catch them beleaguered and fatigued on the road? This far from command, he had no one to ask for leadership. His word would be the final call. Yet even as he went to speak, fear caught his words as they tried to find flight and pulled them back into his gut. The words sat like a pile of stones in the pit of his stomach, heavy and laden with guilt. He could hear the pounding of his own heart, now racing faster than his flurrying thoughts.

"Sir!" He finally heard the man, voice at a shout, yet it sounded distant. Hero had called him now for the third time as the other men looked on wide-eyed and mouths agape. All of them stood, shocked into silence, as pressure to do something —anything— grew all the more pressing. Morale was flagging drastically. His men were relying on him and he was failing them. Failing to think. Failing to speak. Failing to move.... Failing to do. The stakes in this moment were too high. Failure was not an option. It was either do or die for these daring dragoons. Slowly, but surely he felt his wits coming back to him. His breath began to steady, his legs to cooperate. Precious moments had already been wasted with inaction and the time to respond to the unfolding events was quickly ebbing away. He hazarded another glance at the thicket menacing before them, then turned to address his men, voice faltering slightly.

"You're right, Hero.. There's little time. On me!" He shouted, a lump in his throat. "We're moving down the road back towards the garrison, but the moment you see me veer towards the forest, be quick to do the same. We'll dismount, tie up our horses, and lay in wait for our pursuers." His face was set in a steel-hard grimace, jaw clenched, trembling, eyes cast ahead. To stand and fight with the odds so thoroughly stacked against them would be utter madness. Yet it would hardly be less crazy to attempt to ride all the way back praying to go unmolested. No, they would have to take the fight back to the enemy in a show of force they couldn't possibly expect. He swallowed hard, spurring his ride into a gallop.

Low to the ground, preying at the edge of the forest, and concealed behind shrubbery Herakles waited patiently. His eyes were peeled for the slightest movement, diligently glued to the roadway. He had two shots ready in his double-barreled carbine and his pistol drawn beside him. His men knelt in preparation, Costas and Barsenis just beside him, while Speros and Hero watched the forest behind them for a sign. The death of Danius weighed heavily on each man present, but some combination of a drive for revenge and —the stronger one still— to survive kept the men alert. There would be blood spilt for the blood lost, but more than that none among them wanted to find themself buried alongside him in the morrow.

[Assistant]
Θεόδωρος

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Αἰωνία ἡ μνήμη.

ɪ ᴏ ɴ ɪ ᴀ ᴏ ʀ ᴍ ᴇ ᴍ ᴏ ʀ ʏ .

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His eyes were set on Cornet Levitus' commands, and as always, the Cornet was causing Theodoros to question his own actions. The closest Theodoros ever got to death was with that of his father. His father's passing had not affected Theodoros very much. There had been a sadness, but father had lasted longer than expected, having been older in his years when all of his children were born. Both of his brothers had felt a familiar sadness alongside him. His sister had not taken the passing well. She was the fainter hearted of the four Speros children. Despite living as a farm girl, Anekah was born with a staunch feminine charm and touch, unlike their mother. It was not something deemed efficient many of times with her frailty, but she married well and has since proven to be a dutiful and well-pleasing wife.

Theodoros had experienced other prospects of death aside from that of his beloved father. However, he could not help but feel a similar callousness towards Danius' death. It had been a surprise, but the stoicism he was trying to uphold seemed to have not been swept away by the redemption towards a fallen comrade. If anything, he felt an uneasiness towards his lack of regard for his brother. His mind was pulling on thoughts and tying them into prayers. He counted each prayer like every four steps that Manga made. He was feeling something for the recently reposed, but the feeling was not quite accurate.

He could say that his happiness was based solely on that of the Lord, but even in such a case, there should have been some respect due. The tears that had poured from Hero as he expressed concern had caused Theodoros to reach from his reigns and towards his saber -- not his prayer rope, still tucked in its usual spot. Theodoros knew he was being ridiculous, contemplating where his heart lie in the midst of a battle about to ensue. Quickly, he pegged the animosity of soul on his own fear of death. It is best to turn it into bravery then foolish doubt, he inquired within himself.

The bellow of the Cornet tightened the reign of command over the men, and Theodoros was immediately pulled from his selfish delusion. Without Danius, they were a man short. All of the likelihood that had stood upon and within Danius had departed this world. The tragedy of his loss was written and would not be read in vain. In an instance of realization, the struggle broke the barriers of what he was supposed to feel; and the blessings of the gallop allowed the emotions weighing in Theodoros to run freely through the muscles of his horse; and in the moment, where Theodoros lay lowly next to Hero, the fumes of anticipation hung in the greenery. His mind was still running forwards. The maze of the battlefield was igniting smells and sounds that were new to Theodoros this time around, and he could not help but believe in his current position that he was making some sort of prostration to the death about to come.


[System]
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).

[User]
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.

[Assistant]
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.

[User]
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.

[Assistant]
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.


[System]
Alias: Obsidian

Appearance: Short, black shaggy hair that comes up to right below her ears and has a bang that half covers her left eye. She has big dark-brown, almost black, eyes, and there is a small scar on the right side of her nose(only about 6mm long). She isn't the curviest person in the world, but she does have a figure. She is 5'8 tall and weighs about 145lbs.

Piercings/tattoos: Only her ears are pierced, and her preferred earrings of choice are two small silver studs.

Clothes: Prefers to wear graphic t-shirts when she can get away with it, an old worn leather-jacket, dark jeans and combat boots, but when the situation(aka, having to appear as a responsible/functioning adult in front of others) calls for it, she'll wear tops/sweaters(mostly in darker colours) and semi-formal flats.

Age: 25

Gender: Female

Hometown: Detroit Michigan

Biography: Erika had a more or less normal childhood. Two loving parents, a total nerd for a baby brother as well as two dogs and two cats. Frankly, apart from having to share a bathroom, there wasn't much she would change about her life.

Growing up, she was always more than a little reckless, when someone insinuated that she cant do something, or when something just seems like a really cool idea, she'll do it regardless of the consequences. Trying to escape school by jumping out of the second story window onto a flimsy tree-branch and sliding down every dang stair-railing she sees are only a few examples…needless to say she also had her fair share of injuries as a child.

Luckily as she got older, she became a little less of a reckless idiot and her regular visits to the E.R became significantly less frequent, mostly due to the fact that her parents decided to help channel all of her reckless energy by signing her up for various after-school activities like kickboxing, paintball and gymnastics.

After graduating high school, Erica went to a nice college a few towns over to get a degree. She worked hard, continued with kickboxing and gymnastics, and was reasonably popular with other college students who liked to do dangerous stuff too and had no complaints when challenged to a paintball duel, so it was safe to say that college was a good time for her.

When she was 22, she came home for the holidays. Her brother, Frankie, who was 13 at the time was annoying the life out of their mother by interrupting her frenzied attempts of preparing the house for the relatives that would be coming over by begging her to take him to a new comic-book store that just opened. As a gesture of goodwill, to shut the boy up and as an early Christmas present to her mother, Erika volunteered to take him.

The walk there hadn't been a problem, bar her bro's constant chattering they got there in one piece, the walk back, however, was more than a little problematic considering the sweaty hand that yanked them inside an empty alley and the shaky gun demanding that they hand over the money.

Erica refused, his trigger-finger activated, she ducked in front of her brother in order to shield him from the bullets coming their way and apparently the sucker had really bad aim, because both of them was still alive by the time his bullets ran out and she decided to put her kickboxing lessons to good use.

She didn't notice until after the man had managed to run away(not before she got a couple of good kicks in though) and her brother started yelling and fussing over her all panicked, that all six of the bullets that used to be in the guy's gun left six small holes in her jacket, and after she pulled it off and started frantically patting her back to feel for the inevitable blood that'll be pouring out, she found six tiny flattened bullets that fell to the ground as well as not as much as a scratch on her.

After calming down, stumbling home and getting over the shock, the two of them spent an embarrassing amount of time nerding out over her new abilities before immediately jumping headfirst into several experiments to see just how far her newfound powers go.

Now three years, a lot of training, completing her degree and several long discussions with her bro about a cool super-hero name later and she was moving into her new home in Bell Reach, hoping to make a name for herself in the hero-community while working part-time as a kickboxing instructor.

Personality: She's a very funny, entertaining and outgoing individual, who loves the adrenaline rush she gets when doing something dangerous. That, coupled with her extreme stubbornness and determination proved to be a dangerous combination when growing up.

She absolutely adores physical activities and working with her body, if she does nothing for too long she gets fidgety and extremely bored, which can lead to trouble in the long run. She just has to be moving around or doing something to keep busy. Her worst fear is boredom.

She is very close with her brother, having babysat the guy ever since she was old enough to be left alone with him. She's very protective of him and also the reason he's so into anything super-hero related(she's been corrupting him since birth).

Many hours spent reading comics with her brother and rooting for the good guy during movie nights also succeeded in installing a strong sense of justice in her as well as a desire to be able to make a difference in the world.

Though she can be more than a little reckless at times when it comes down to her own personal safety, she usually succeeds in getting the job done.

Skillset:* Kickboxing
* Really agile
* Physically fit
* Stamina
* Great with guns
* Good aim
* Running headfirst into danger
* Parkour
* Sliding down long staircases on serving trays

Powers: * The outer layer of her skin is basically undamageable, almost all physical attacks basically don't leave a scratch on her. This also comes with the drawback that she is no longer able to get shots from a doctor(not really a drawback if you ask her, but flu season is going to be awful) or be able to have any surgical procedures(again, she aint complaining).
* She also got a small strength boost, not enough to pick up a truck but she can now open jars with no problems.(meaning that she's about twice as strong as she used to be)

Weaknesses:* Her internal systems are still that of a normal human's and will act as such
* Though her skin will remain unaffected, she can still feel extreme temperatures and will respond to them like any other person would, e.g. feeling woozy from too much heat, heatstroke, ect.
* Illnesses, poisons, toxic fumes, teeny villains that hides in heroes' food and take them out from the inside after being ingested, basically anything that can hurt her insides and can get pass her protective outer layer.

Tools and Equipment: * Brass knuckles
* Hunting knife
* A Glock 17 with a 33-round high capacity magazine
* Cell phone
* Small first aid kit
* Reinforced customized backpack
* A motorcycle with a built in police-radio(one of her college buds is a mechanic and didn't ask any questions)

Uniform:

Additional Information: * She's left-handed
* Doctors, hospitals(yes, kinda ironic when you think of all the times she accidentally landed herself in one) and clowns creep her out
* Sucks with computers(only knows the bare minimum)
* She has a weakness for fried chicken
* She really wants a grappling hook and is in the process of saving up for it.
* She is also a horrible cook, the things she makes in the kitchen…I wouldn't feed them to my worst enemy…
* She and her brother were playing Minecraft while bickering about what the perfect name would be, when they came across some obsidian and her brother started going on about how he's going to build an impenetrable fortress with it, and, well...she was inspired and refused to listen to her brother when he tried to tell her that obsidian was actually really fragile, stating that she's going to use the name ironically.

[User]
The chief relented control of the situation to the supers. After a look shared with the Bastion Representative of this little event, the fire chief thumbed his radio and spoke loud and clearly. "I want everyone out of that building as soon as possible. Everyone seems accounted for, they're going to handle the rest." He nodded to Professor Devil, who nodded back. His stance seemed wider, but he didn't strike and obvious pose. With his eyes fixed on the flames, he could feel the warmth not only on his skin, but also in his mind.

"Eileen, I'm glad your here." Professor devil didn't bat an eye when the young woman approached him. He still stared into the core of the fire, keeping it as still as he could without putting it out outright. "The fire is pretty much handled, but we're still looking out for the one behind all this. Is there any chance you could look for abnormal heat traces in the surrounding area?"

As the electronic swarm would learn from the ongoing scans, there were a number of small areas which seemed highly concentrated in lingering energy. Small pockets of extreme heat which were dying off quickly, as well as something else more peculiar. Bent light. The EM scans would have shown more pockets where energy levels were high, almost leaving a trail from one to another before those pockets seemed to stop in their tracks. Again, after that, the heat continued to be strangely high and concentrated.

[Assistant]
As Eileen scanned the area, she picked up a trail, honing her drones to zero-in on the unique energy signature, and began attempting to find other signals that displayed heavy correlation with said energy signature. However, the alert that the data protection software sent to her by one of her drones drew her attention. She looked up at the source of the alert, seeing another vigilante on a hoverboard above her, and hearing the message patched through the drone. The drone that Lightning Bug had tossed away flew back to land on Lightning Bug's shoulder and began to speak in Eileen's voice, though Eileen's mouth wasn't moving. "Impressive! Thank you for exploiting this weakness in the system. It means my idea to have the encryption of my devices mapped to the neural network of my own brain is an idea worth pursuing. As well as completely switching to quantum optronics, which was in the works anyways. I hope you didn't find out too much information you're not supposed to, teehee! Anyways, you're definitely in! Come see me after all this is over, and I'll get you initiated."

Eileen smirked to herself. This fire was a gold mine, and she couldn't wait until the others involved here revealed themselves. She turned to Professor Devil and explained the trail that she was following and that she'd keep him updated. She also expressed that if he'd rather not deal with the inevitable slew of vigilantes that would approach him to either give a status report on the situation, attempt to make a name for themselves by schmoozing with him, or both; that she, as government liaison, would gladly handle it for him. After all, he was busy and couldn't be bothered by every vigilante out to get their fifteen minutes of fame.

[User]
David watched as several other vigilantes showed up on the scene to help stop the collapse of the burning building or prevent any civilian casualties. Nodding to himself slightly, David removed the bandanna from his face and stuffed it into his pants pocket as he pulled the deep gray hood he wore further over his face. Willing time to grind to a halt he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, turned away from the chaotic scene, which was eerily peaceful now that it was suspended in time, and calmly walked away. Now that other powered individuals had arrived and all the people had been moved from the buildings flaming interior, there was very little reason left for him to stay and help. The newcomers had this covered. No need for him to hang around any longer than was necessary.

Striding off down the street, and heading back in the direction of his apartment, David paused momentarily as he felt a shiver run down his spine. He wasn't exactly certain, but it felt as though someone was watching him. Something that shouldn't have been possible given the fact that time was stopped. The only other people who could be aware of his presence in a state like this were time manipulators like himself. But as far as he knew there weren't any others in this part of the city, which made the ever growing feeling of paranoia he was suddenly beset with even more unnerving. Quickly glancing at the surrounding area, David looked for anything out of the ordinary and, after a few minutes of searching, saw the dark outline of a figure wearing some kind of long, dark, coat leaning against the wall of a nail salon off to the right of the burning department store. And while he couldn't tell for sure, it seemed as though it was staring directly at him, almost as though it was committing his every move to memory for future use.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, David turned round to face it fully and took a few steps in its direction when the figure suddenly vanished into thin air. Blinking a couple of times, his mouth agape slightly, David stared at the area in which the figure had been standing a few seconds earlier, completely dumbfounded. It shouldn't have been possible for that person, whoever they were, to have done that without the ability to manipulate time. Yet they did. Which meant that there was at least one time controller in the city whose presence he had been completely oblivious to. And that wasn't even the most troubling part. The most troubling part was that this person's motives, desires, and reasoning was completely unknown to him. They could be anything from a self proclaimed hero to a ruthless and bloodthirsty villain with any number of contacts and connections both inside and outside of the city.

In other words, they were a complete wildcard. And one with what seemed to be a very keen interest in him at that.

Letting out a low growl through clenched teeth and thinly pressed lips, David once again turned away from the scene of the devastation and continued on his way home, his mind reeling as it tried to figure out this newcomer to the vigilante game. Picking up his pace to a slight jog, David released his hold on time once he was a few blocks away from the store, allowing it to flow freely once again as he stalked off down the street.

[Assistant] After the initial crash of the building collapsing behind her, Erika was expecting more crashes to follow, but they were staved off by the arrival of another vigilante. Eyes widening at Grim's display, she couldn't help but whisper, "Cool!" under her breath before diverting her attention elsewhere. With all the civilians evacuated from the building there wasn't much more that her power would be helpful for regarding the fire, so she decided to make herself useful assisting the authorities in keeping the civilians at bay so that when the building does inevitably collapse they won't accidentally be harmed by the resulting debris. She did make sure to keep her fangirling in her own mind after spotting Professor Devil talking to another woman out of the corner of her eye as well as focussing on the job at hand though.