[System]
D A T A
Hometown - Kyoto, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan
Quirk Type - Emitter
Gender - Femme

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Narcissistic
While you might not be able to tell it from first glance, Kayo is circling the drain of full-blown narcissism, obsessed with status and living on praise. Though she expertly projects a facade of a cutesy, sleepy girl, once you get past surface level she is revealed as the cold, calculating young woman she truly is. The picture is completed with her stunted empathy; so convinced is she of her own superiority that empathy for others is massively diminished. It's not completely gone yet, but it's fading all the time.

Obsessive
If Kayo latches on to something that she wants, she wants it to truly belong to her. This can be harmless; she can want something as innocuous as a new pen. It can also be something truly sinister, as she decides that a fellow human being is now hers.

Spiteful
A great deal of Kayo's life has been characterized by being hurt in various ways. The only way she could avoid being completely broken down was to build a shell of pure spite around herself, enough that even a small slight against her could have drastic consequences, and many of her motivations—including being a hero to begin with—find their start in anger and spite.
 | Physical Description
At 155cm (about 5'1"), Kayo stands at a height just slightly shorter than usual (which only helps her, really). Her most noticeable physical trait at first glance is her long curtain of pale green hair, which she takes very, very good care of (it takes her nearly an hour to brush it out in the morning, it's a nightmare). It has the smooth and dry texture of snake scales. Her skin is smooth and fine due to an equal amount of care. She has a narrow face and a sharply pointed chin. Finally we reach her brilliant green eyes, which are slightly off-putting to some people: they glow dimly in low light, and her pupils are narrow and slitted, like a snake's. Surrounding them is a pair of glasses, half-framed with thin black wire.

Though it's not part of her Quirk proper, she additionally has a number of holdovers from her father, a heteromorphic viper mutation. Superficially, there are of course, the eyes. In addition, however, her canine teeth are replaced with needle-sharp fangs half an inch long. Her strangely-textured hair is hydrophobic, taking a fair deal of effort to saturate it at all, and a patch of pale green scales persistently grows on her right cheek. She is also extremely flexible; though she's no contortionist, basically every joint on her body is a double one by nature. And all that is disregarding the unusually small vertebrae of which there are seven extra, giving her vastly improved spinal flexibility. All of this allows her to move around with a great deal of agility and grace.
Personal History
Nigata Kayo did not have an exceptionally good childhood.

It was alright for the first couple years. Her mother—Nigata Kagami, an excellent doctor loved by all—had always been a touch strange, but she was too young to really understand anything about it. Until very early in elementary school, everything was fine. Everything was fine. And then her Quirk manifested itself just slightly later than normal. And it manifested itself while she was playing with her mother.

She doesn't remember a whole lot of this time, but she does remember her mother grunting in surprise and pain and then looking at her with sudden malice. And from then on, her childhood grew harder.

Her mother dropped the act, revealing herself as the raging narcissist that she was. Someone who only became a doctor for the accolades and praise. Someone who only acted nice because it made people love her. And somebody who had a minor and pedestrian Quirk to adjust her own pain tolerance. Because of her Quirk, Kayo's did very little to her. But now she knew that her daughter's Quirk was more powerful than her own. And she took offense. She became a monster to her daughter. She ignored her. She psychologically tormented her. When she was bad, she forced her to look in a mirror and use her own Quirk on herself until she was a screaming, crying wreck (mirrors still terrify her to this day). And yet, when she was good—when she did what was expected of her, hid her Quirk, hid her eyes, stayed out of sight, and gave her mother the attention she craved—she was doted on. It was...confusing. Disorienting. And the back-and-forth pull of validation and torment began to break her down completely. So it's not a stretch to imagine that Kayo began to pull inwards, and give herself the ego that her mother no longer did.

This was only aggravated in school, where she would occasionally accidentally use her Quirk on other kids. And though she apologized profusely, they began to avoid her or even call her a villain, all but one. And so, the only way for her to rationalize it and preserve the ego that she was beginning to build up for herself was to assert: they're all dumb. They're all dumb idiots. And to make it worse, as her Quirk began to build in power more and more, pain stopped repulsing her. Instead, causing pain began to...intrigue her.

All of these factors conspired to forge her into an obsessive narcissist who, additionally, was very fascinated by pain. And when she was a little way into middle school, these all combined to give her a horrible fixation on a classmate who she grew absolutely obsessed with. And when she fixed him with her eyes, when she caused that terrible pain, she felt a thrill like nothing else. Though she managed to escape her obsession, it still bubbled just under the surface, waiting for a new target. Crushing it down as best she could, she decided something then and there.

If her mom was that jealous of her Quirk, then what would insult her more than becoming a hero?
Character Arc
As a character, Kayo is an exploration on inversions.

She initially goes to IA out of spite for her mother, but eventually really, truly wants to become a hero. She starts her character arc with manipulation and obsession, and ends it with contrition and redemption. Rather than the character course of someone who wants to become a hero, aims straight for that goal and then perhaps dips down onto a dark place and becomes a villain, she is a character who starts on that dark path towards villainy, but manages to pull herself out of that doom spiral and become somebody that she can legitimately be proud of.

And so, her character development over time is just that. The obsessive pit that she digs herself down into is not only a low point for everyone else around her, but a low point for her own health, safety, and sanity. The way that she crawls out of that pit—the challenges she faces in order to get there, the people that she's hurt that she needs to hopefully make amends to—is where the great majority of her character will be, and I'm very excited to see it.
Quirk Description
Kayo is so toxic that even looking at her can be dangerous.

Her Quirk Venom Eyes can be activated any time she makes direct eye contact with somebody, directly tapping into the target's nervous system—specifically the pain receptors. With a pulse of a sickly yellow glow from her snakelike eyes, she can dial them up or down, causing either a searing, full-body pain or a deadening numbness, though she's significantly better at using the pain than she is the numbness.

There are a few limits on this power. Since it requires direct eye contact, it has a limited range, and is almost completely useless, at least at the start, on people who either hide their eyes, don't have eyes to hide, can't use their eyes, or have no nerves to aggravate. Each pulse from her Venom Eyes additionally accrues a brief cooldown period where her optic nerves need to rest from the sudden stimulation. |

[User]
MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Ishin Academy Gates
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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It was a little surprising to hear that Saika had also been the victim—but only a little. She seemed outgoing and personable, but almost a little too much so. It was a strange line to walk, being 'normal'. If you were too quiet, too withdrawn, people saw you as gloomy, and unapproachable. If you were too loud, too boisterous, then you were a weirdo, a nuisance that nobody wanted to deal with. And if you were taller than an American at age eight and looked like you crawled up out of Osaka Bay... Well, he had heard more than enough of what people thought of him, even if they only dared to whisper it when they thought he couldn't hear, for fear of what he or his sister would end up doing to them had they the boldness to speak what they thought.

At least she had a friend. It was always good to have at least one person you could lean on, even if it was another pariah. He was glad that Saika had that much in her life, and hopefully, she'd manage to make more friends at Ishin than enemies. That had been his intention, from the moment he filled out his application and sent it off with the mail.

It went without saying, therefore, that Saika's implication that they were friends near enough sent him to the moon. Had he not stuffed an entire Quarter Drowner into his toothy maw in the moments leading up to her declaration, he likely would've grinned like a fool. They were both spared that terrifying indignity by his hurried chewing, and then swallowing. By the time he had finished the sandwich, he found himself too embarrassed to offer up much.

"Y-Yeah, that's a good way to uh, to think of it," He muttered as he hastily unwrapped another, "I'm glad ya think that."

Worried he might manage to make things awkward, he stuffed the second hefty burger between his jaws, munching away as their trek brought them to the gates of Ishin. He hadn't intended to get his first glimpse of the prestigious academy that, until recently, had been his idol's personal stomping ground with a mouthful fo cheeseburger. But... given the situation that had led him to that point, he couldn't say he minded. His gnashing lasted a few additional seconds, and he wiped at the corner of his mouth with a napkin before piping up a second time.

"I'm, err... I'm not sure. I'm kinda nervous, if I'm honest," He admitted, his huge fingers curling into the paper of his WcDenji's bag, as if it provided him some semblance of comfort, "But it's too late to turn back now. And I uh, don't think I can make small waves, even if I tried."

[Assistant]
Location: Outside Ishin Academy, Sapporo

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"Its only the opening ceremony. It's not like they are gonna kill us on the first day."

Ishin Academy was a tough school. A tough top school. Honoka had heard all of the whispers about it, but she wasn't entirely convinced it was the living hell that it was described as.

"But I'm not worrying about it too much. Like, why should I?" She uttered as a friendly gesture while she finished the last of the still mostly-hot ramen from the container before tossing it behind her without looking.

The carton landed square into the open trash can that was a few feet away behind her. It probably looked impressive, which really, was the intention. After all, she had practiced the same exact maneuver back home in her village a billion times. Honoka did a lot of silly things like that back home that got her laughed at, but she was hoping all the cool traits she picked up would have a benefit at this new school far away from everything she knew.

"I'm Honoka." She finally said, introducing herself like a movie character. "Hidaka Honoka."


[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
Neil had to tell himself to keep his teeth closed and tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth. He'd seen more than one man bite off his own tongue from a rough landing, and seeing the pink organ on the floor of the Highlander was not something he fancied thinking about. Once the ship had lunged out of the water, gaining buoyancy, he couldn't help but marvel yet again at the ship's design. Not many ships in the Imperium had the shape or density to land and remain safely in water.

He opened one eye, and then another. Neil found himself strapped to the pilot's chair, and a heavily breathing Sayeeda next to him at her station. He couldn't help it, but he laughed. It was a slow bobbing of his head and chest and first, but it grew into a full blown laugh of triumph, until he ran out of breath and simply fell limp against the chair. It didn't have an entirely different feeling than the relaxed, loss of energy after sex.

Well, they had survived. He guessed the universe wasn't done with him yet, or Sayeeda for that matter. "Oh man," he sighed, unbuckling his strap and standing up. He found the rough landing had him sore. But then what doesn't make you sore these days? Neil leaned down, and flipped the switch on the display console, the power reading of the engines came up "------" which caused him to blink. Even if they had no power, it would have displayed a zero.

"Guess that's going to need fixing, too." He said, having no idea if the anti-matter had given the engine a permanent kick like a car battery, or if it destroyed all of the power cores with its intense energy. He reached a hand down and helped Junebug out of her chair. Outside of the cockpit, it might not be civilization, but it certainly looked like a beautiful place to put a cabin in one of the richer areas of his homeworld.

"Well that was a hell of a ride," Junebug said, her professional soldier's reserve evaporating for a moment. Neil winked. "Stick with me kid, you'll go far." he joked. The next order of business for him would be opening up the rarely used top hatch. In fact it had not been used since they fought the Xenonids on Fornax and the Knight had to make that daring escape attempt.

Once Neil pulled himself up, he helps Junebug up as well. Not that she likely needed a hand, but he was her comrade after all. He stood tall atop the Xarconian metal of the ship, and he cracked his back with a stretch. "Man, it's good to be outta there!" He declared, feeling the clear, coastal air and the heat of the day pressing down. Behind them was a vast ocean, with only a few rocks jutting out of the horizon to give indication it wasn't infinite. Before them, a few dozen meters away was a shoreline, which quickly lead into a forested area full of coarse shrubs.

Where in the hell were they?

[Assistant]
Junebug looked around the scruby forest that covered the shoreline. They seemed willowy and sinuous compared to the Tara pines of her homeworld, but she had been on many planets and seen many different eco systems since then. There were no animals in sight, which was good because Junebug was pretty sure she didn't want to meet any animal that calmly accepted a thousand tons of starship crashing out of the sky.

"Damn," she said as she got her first look at the great rents in the side of the ship. Whatever had savaged them in the RIP had torn long diagonal slashes, the force of which had left the jagged edges raninbowe with heat stress. As she watched water gurgled lazily into the open holds and she felt the ship shift and then grind softly onto the pale sand beneath them. The eddying water slowed. They were in an estuary or a small river mouth with only thirty meters or so to shore on either side of them. They must have come very close to breaking the back of the ship when they hit. She suspected that Neil's last minute burst of thrust had saved them and there was a smell in the air like molten glass and burned mud that suggested she was right.

"Power reserves at critical Cap'm," Lonney's voice chimed in her mastoid radio.

"Roger that Lonney shut down if you need to."

"Aye Cap'm but what about Popsicle number three?" Sayeeda frowned trying to puzzle out the AI's meaning until she realised that Taya was still in the pod and would likely die if the power went completely out. Lonney must be channeling the last few watts of power into keeping her alive.

"Start the thaw cycle Lonney we will be down in a sec," she snapped and spun to drop back into the Highlander. A minute later she was cracking the seal and helping a shaken looking Taya out of her cry pod and into some dry clothes.

"First thing is first we better get the gun jeep onto dry land," she told Neil as she returned, leaving Taya in the cryo bay to recover her senses. The pilot had obviously been surveying the damage and looked rather mournful.

"From there we can run lines out to the ship to at least keep the lights on, even a small fusion bottle is more than enough juice for that." She sank down to the deck and peered across the narrow stretch of water at the pale sandy shore, it was almost pure white.

"I didn't see any tech on the scopes on the way down, the Goddess alone knows how we are going to get Her to lift again."

[User]
With deft fingers, Neil twirled a wrench from his toolkit as she asked her last question, his easy going yet daring grin back on his face. "Oh, just leave that to me. I know this ship like the back of my hand by now," He said, catching the wrench in his grip. Only then did he see the cut across the back of his hand. "
How long has that been there?
"

Not giving Sayeeda time to question his expertise, he expertly hopped down into the Highlander and went about his work. Before he started tinkering on the ship, Neil hopped into the jeep, revving up the engine and getting the gears moving. At first it didn't start up. But after a few choice knocks from one of his tools, it began to purr. Neil ran his hands along the wheel with a familiar touch, always ready to pilot anything he could get his hands on.

"Um," he heard from behind him. The voice of an uneasy, young woman. "Are we going somewhere?"

Neil's body fidgeted from the vehicle as he turned his head to see Taya standing in the entrance-way of the lower exit bay, clothed but with her hair still dripping wet from the liquid prison she had just been encased in. Neil suddenly felt the fire in his veins die down a bit, the adventure they were now on turning into what must be an odd and scary unknown for their new, unwitting crew member. He breathed a sigh and shut the vehicle off for the moment.

"I am heading out just to get the jeep on the beach. We've made it to an unknown planet that...I guess Junebug told you?" He asked her finally, and she gave a silent nod. Neil guessed she didn't know every detail, and so he gestured for her to head back in. "Just grab some rations and get some water. Junebug will be down in a sec." He told her, and winked. "Just chill."

The exit bay opened and he turned the jeep on once more, slow going at first to then speed up before the 'downward' exit ramp to gain some air, hitting the beach with a spray of sand and a satisfying crunch of the impact on the ground. The vehicle twirled, its back now facing the forest as Neil's front had a clear view of the Highlander's exit bay. Neil squinted from the sudden light of the sun, and he reached up to lift the visor to have it block some light, only to find some sunglasses folded up there.

"Oh," he said, slipping them on his face and smirking.

This felt like he was back on his home planet, truth be told. The heat on his skin, a nice ride, and some glasses. "Yeah all I need is an interplanetary mech war." He joked, and hopped out of the vehicle, jumping onto its hood and calling to Sayeeda. "You want to look around first or what?"

[Assistant]
Naturally Junebug did. The picked their way through the scrubby forest in the jeep, Neil expertly juking around foliage which a heavier vehicle would simply have plowed over. As they climed a rise that was part dune and part low hill Junebug pulled her helmet down over her face and toggled it to infrared. The landscape lit up in a series of pastel yellows and blues. Here and there she saw an orange flash of heat from what might be small aninimal. Behind them the Highlander glowed hot in a number of places, still cooling from the rapid decent. As they crested the rise she switched back to regular vision.

Before them stretched a wide forested plain, rising towards a greenish blue range of mountains in the far distance. The landscape was split by a surprising number of creeks and swales, many of them as large or bigger than the small river the Highlander had put down in. The trees rose high, up to thirty meters in places, but so unevenly distributed as to make the landscape look wavy and unnatural. The leaves were green but seemed to be more like collections of hair or cilia than true leaves of Terran extraction. A few animals chattered and hooted and though she could see a few heat signatures nothing jumped out as immediately alarming. There was no sign of settlements or technology as far as her magnified vision could see.

"Well if there is an infantry battalion sneaking up on us, they have some damn good camo," she observed sourly.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves."

"Lets hunt up some food and see if we can eat the local, then we can get our mind to repairs."


[System]
Species: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: Shorter than average, dark hair, somewhat sun-kissed skin from outdoor activity, and way less scars than one would've expect. Usually clad in mail hauberk adorned with pieces of banners from felled foes (or a pretty dress, at rarer occasion), and always with at least one weapon in her person.

Bio: When Yvonne was born she's the only child to the opulent but very much declining house Rosenving, it took less than two more decades of ridiculous parties and all-around bad financial management before it was driven to the verge of bankruptcy. Naturally there comes the talk of marriage upon which Yvonne, an oddball obsessed with distinctly unladylike things like driving the business end of a weapon into someone's soft flesh, all but absconded with her great-grandfather's blade. The rest of her life was spent in a wild ride of mercenary work and avoiding (more commonly, well, thoroughly violencing) the men hired by her family and/or her would-be fiance to bring her back. Her journey brought her all round the three kingdoms and more, even after her ancestral home collapsed and pursuers stopped coming.

Invited by promise of great reward and, among other thing, to try save the little henchman boy that used to follow her around (yes, that would be the prince), and the fact that she happen to be lurking around the border already, Yvonne stepped back toward the royal court of Kindeance once more.

Skillset: Well versed in outdoor survival, knack for murder and violence, oddly high spatial awareness, dancing, easily thrives in chaotic situation, very good at intimidation, weaves pretty dang well, and is proficient using common melee weapons. Personally prefers the mace despite her title.

Spells:
-Mansplitter (Self-buff. Gain inhuman strength for a very short period. The stronger the effect, the greater the backlash.)
-Warcry (AoE debuff. Inflict terror in a wide area. Greater effect on closer target, and greater effect on direction Yvonne is facing.)
-Bloodlust (Passive. Haste, pain tolerance, and resistance to mental effect. Starts off weak but ramps up as the fight goes on.)
-Resilience (Passive. Harder to injure, less affected by existing injuries, and heals a lot faster than normal at the cost of increased calorie usage.)

Equipment: Daily necessities (preserved rations, a tin pot, medical supply, knapping, change of clothes, etc), adorned mail hauberk, the sword her great-grandfather wielded that probably never saw use since then until it landed in her hands, a heavy flanged mace, a rondel dagger.

Other: Can be inserted to the plot any time it's convenient (or fun) to do so.

[User]
"Alright, just roar if anything comes up. I'll follow you from a distance"

 Alright. Time to sort out the items from the saddlebags, and then Cedar's items.
 It's quite interesting, looking at how similar Cedar's inventory is to these kidnappers. Hand axes, knives, these... If he remembers correctly, these are called knapping tools? He himself quite never saw his need for these things used to create sharp stone tools. After all, he's able to pull a sizable supply of iron from within his own body.

 Cedar... Right, Matilda did call him Cedar, didn't she? Henri shrugged, realizing that he misassumed that his name is Cedrick because he once heard that Yvonne girl call her 'Ceddy'.
 That man Anderson was calling him Cedrick too, most likely because of Henri. Yet, he felt no obligation to fix this mistake. He will just let it be, as a tiny future source of hilarity.

 After melting the unnecessary metal tools and throwing away the saddle bags, sackcloths, and any non-metal parts of the knapping tools; he began equipping Cedar's gear with much care. The cloak of a 9-feet-tall bear is expectedly too long for his normal human size, and so he wrapped it partway on his neck like a thick scarf. His hand axe and knife are then sheathed on the right hip. His flints, placed in the left pocket. His leather-wrapped knapping tools, attached to his left hip. His rope, slung to his right shoulder. His ball of twine...

 This is quite an unusually-shaped item, this ball of twine. He reached for Cedar's barrel and attached a diagonal rod to the side of it, and hung the ball of twine onto it. He then wore the barrel on his back. It's good that they added this leather harness to it, turning it into quite a bulky backpack. Finally, his oversized boots and gloves are simply worn directly, even on top of his own shoes, and he'll just hold Cedar's shovel in the open and his big stick as a walking stick, he supposes.

 Henri began to walk, following Cedar from a huge distance as he said.

[Assistant]
Placidly padding along, the big lumbering form of the bear-man slowly made its leisurely way first up along the edge of the lake, to collect the tiny shriveled black berries that had been overlooked by the birds last winter from amidst the dangerous coils of prickles that were known as "GreenBriar." Birds and deer subsisted on the things during the winter months, as the perennial vine was semi-evergreen, and kept foliage on even in the winter-- or so his dad told him. He had never seen it himself. Whenever the weather started getting cold, the urge to go to sleep became overwhelming, and without even realizing it, he would just wake up several months later in time for spring.

The nasty little vines would serve their purpose quite well here, and would be a buffet for the birds this winter. Deer did not really like wading through the marshes, though he supposed the ice and snow would harden it up well enough for them to consider foraging among the ruins this winter.

Tucking quite a number of the shriveled little black bastards into the small pouch he had retained, and laced to the inside of his right arm, he had long since begun his long, shuffling and investigatory plod all around the ruins. There WERE a few edible roots and small fish hidden among the muck, and he was still very famished from his stay in the dungeon. It didn't hurt any to actually play the part he was 'pretending' to be-- especially since he knew how to do it, and it would serve several roles at once. It was a good hour or more before he was satisfied with having seeded the area with the vicious little horrors he had 'just so happened' to drop into the foraging holes he had been digging, while discretely prompting them to germinate, and greet the summer sun. He had continued 'subtly' coaxing their growth, while doing his lumbering "bear shuffle" amongst the muck and puddles, urging their roots to go deep and wide into the surrounding environs. The whole damn ruin site was now ringed in, like one giant bear trap, ready to be sprung.

Lazily, he waddled back up to the lake, carefully removed the small sack, then took a nice refreshing dip in the water to get all the mud (and old dungeon stench) off.

"Are you done yet?" was the complaint he was greeted with when he returned to Henri, who was wearing his clothes in a most peculiar manner. Almost comical.

"Yup. I thinks so. I'm ready when you is."

[User]
He listened, but not to understand. To him, their words were discordant noises, rambled by criminals either to rat out their partner-in-crime or to vaunt their innocence. Be it a plea, confession, or reason, he ignored it all as he toss them into the Rascade dungeon. And today, he expected it to not be any different.

But the first person to speak had brought a certain irregularity, and it started to get on his nerve. How dare they come to this place, deceived his men, and then stated, right in front of his face that they hold the information he was unworthy to hear?
His anger reached its peak when a certain former noblewoman spoke up and reinforce what the first trespasser said. Even more so when she brought up the name Matilda. Too long that she-orc had been the thorn in his side. So what? His Highness trusted her and now she acted like she owned Rascade.

"Be silent!" he rebuked, harsh and efficient. "I am not here to bandy words with an ungrateful daughter who ran away. How is Rosenving now? Did you crawl back to His Majesty's feet asking for His favor while your family begged for table scraps?"

Yvonne strode a pace forward, but suddenly Jazdia's clutched her by the shoulder, and she halted, glancing at the elf with clear disdain.

"Greetings, Constable Delving. I wholeheartedly acknowledged that the timing was less than ideal. But my friend was right, we are here on Fredricus' order." Jazdia opened her bag and reached for a transparent tube, which contained a piece of document, neatly rolled and tied with a red ribbon. She unknotted the ribbon and presented the paper so he can read it himself.

But the man furiously struck the elf's palm, causing the contract to be released from her grip and flutter away before landing on the grass.

The captain whirled at Keito, before continuing his admonishment loudly.

"Listen here, you cheap idiots! I asked a question, plain and simple and all of you made a fucking song and dance about it! I don't care who ordered you. I ask a fuckin question and you fuckin answer. Now is there any of you, in this sorry group who can answer, in plain Common? Please? Thank you!?"

As he speaks, a dozen of guards had made their position around them. All were armed, and they only waited for the Constable's order.

"Or maybe I should just haul all of you to Rascade Dungeon myself!"

[Assistant]
Chōnan snapped from both for stroking the Captain's man strength on the lady's palm and desecrating an important paper that had been sealed by the King himself.

"Mind if I put something first?" He said and pulled something from his bag and it was his mask during his prime on Knight's career. As he did a knight salute, an overwhelming ferocious aura has been released and those who caught feel flinches and recognize his prime status as a knight before. "Ex-Knight of cavalry unit, Kagetane Chōnan...

Late Sergeant, definitely going to haunt you down as you stroke that paper with the King's sealed into the ground. A yelling that pierce into your soul. Whole day of running around until your feet give up" He walked toward the place where the contract fell off. The surrounding guards that were meant to block him started to shaken and Chōnan felt disappointed. "These guards are not ready... yet... Their postures are weak and shaking. Even less trained Mechean surely fill vacant spots here." He picked up the contracted and handed back to Jazdia instead. He felt that the Captain himself can't be trusted to hand the contract. "It is classified from the top and I'm overseeing our guests for their work under Madame Matilda Ironsword. We had a business here and also I visited my late units and my superiors." Yes. He paid them a vist before he catch up with his party on the investigation area.

"As Milady's suggestion, go send a runner if you are not satisfied enough."

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"These guards are not ready... yet... Their postures are weak and shaking. Even less trained Mechean surely fill vacant spots here."

"As Milady's suggestion, go send a runner if you are not satisfied enough."

Few recognized that mask, but their number was insignificant compared to those who feared the wrath of the Delving.

The Constable had his mouth agaped slightly, both in anger and bewilderment. Though he could find the gist of whatever this Ex-Knight Cavalry was saying, he still heard it as a slightly clear gibberish. An impudent one. One that does not respect his authority. In a fit of newfound anger, he brandished his pike and thwacked the Ex-Knight Cavalry at the back of his knee, immediately ending his dramatic posturings and forcing him to kneel. And soon it was apparent that the soldier was not trembling in fear, but instead waiting for an order, and they just got one.

Two soldiers joined the fray, then one more, probably annoyed by the warrior's condescending remark, or they wanted to prove him wrong, all working in unison to pin Chounan to the ground and had him cuffed. The contract escaped the Samurai's grip and stretched out again on the grass.

[Assistant]
"No, Junior. I dont think I will." Well ain't today just going real real bad. Yvonne sported a lopsided grin, something her brothers in arms would've recognized as the prelude to violence, but this far off her hunting grounds there's no one capable of noticing the threat. "What make you think I care about my family, daddy's boy? Looks like you still have no brains between that ears of yours - crown business. Maybe try listening sometimes. I'd say if you hurry you can run to father dearest to beg his majesty for some breadcrumbs before the day ends."

And the damned foreigner just went and spouted some convulted nonsense. Then he got taken down by surprise. Good fucking job man. Yvonne ain't letting that happen though, dude's about a third of their fighting strength by her estimate. The mercenary took one step forward, twice, swing her leg back, tap into her inner strength, and kicked the dumb schmuck trying to cuff her coworker. Not a big boost, she's not planning to kill the footman, but enough to lift him a foot into the air. Catching the idiot by his cuirass strap, she utilized the man as a bludgeon to knock away the other two before tossing him toward Aaron - who saw it coming and stepped aside, but all it achieved was the improvised projectile crashing into the gathering rank of the guards.

That should do for warm up.

"Up you go." She grabbed the downed adventurer by the scruff of his neck, pulling him to a standing position before retreating out of the pike's range. Yvonne escalated alright, but no steel were drawn on her part. Who knows? Maybe the show of force will get the other side to reconsider their stance. She didn't fancy the thought of fighting through the entire garrison of Rascade.


[System]
"The Beast Master"

Vitals:

Age:  30

Sex: Male

Lineage:

Spirit Beast King: The Spirit Beast King is the man who handles all the transacations of spirit animals, in terms of giving them to their humans. He is usually behind the scenes, and with his abilities, can traverse the world using the spirit animals as transports. He is absurdly powerful, and can hop realities or dimensions, revive someone, or influence one's spirit animal. He keeps tabs on all spirit animals, though some, like Ouroboros, are outside of his field of control. He also knows what Falden's Spirit animal is, though doesn't tell him.

Ranking: Z. He is in the upper echleon of beings.

Class/Major: Beast King

Kei'taro's major class is to collect the Bestial Keys.

Class/Minor: Scholar.

He is very interested in learning about all animals, poisonous or not.

Occupation: Beast King.

Alignment:  Lawful Good

Martial Status: Single.

Birthplace: The Planes of the Spirt Beast King.

Blood Type:  O negative

Eye Color: Brown.

Height: Six foot three

Weight: Two Fifty Five

Hair Color/Style: Medium length brown hair.

Handed:

--- Both:Yes. See Skills.

Skin Tone/Condition: Some scars from battle with animals and other people. Also, tattoos.

Markings: See Magic.

Voice:

Kei'taro's voice is very peculiar. Those who hear it, say it takes on a twinge of different animals. Sometimess it's gruff like a apes, or high like a monkies, just a matter of how he feels. Those aren't all its limited to.

Reach:  Two feet, two inches.

Birthmark:

He has a black mark on the back of his leg, the mark of the Spirit Beast King's family.

Personality:

Kei'Taro is a gentle soul, unless he is in a combative setting like a tournament, then he becomes a world class snarker. He is a friend to all animals, and is cordial with humans who aren't trying to kill them. He understands that people eat animals and doesn't hold grudges against them for that, but he does have a special hatred for poachers and the like. He loves a good fight, and spending time with animals, learning from them and emulating them. He believes it can make him a better Beast Master.

One of the biggest sore spots is talking about his Father, the Spirit Beast King, who he hates and hates him.

Spirit Animal:

RyuKyu, is a RyuKyuan pup he befriended in the Volcanic Lands. A RyuKyuan is a Lion/Dog mix, popualrized by the Pokemon Growlithe and Arcanine. RyuKyu is more of a more mature Growlithe. It is very loyal to Kei'Taro, and can appear and disappear at a whim. It likes to eat, especially raw meat. For its size, it has considerable bite force.

Equipment:

-Upper Body: He carries camping gear on his back. It holds no special significance, he just thinks it's comfortable to sleep on.

-Lower Body: See Picture.

Weapons:

Kusanagi - Kusanagi is Kei'taro Straight sword. See 'Shoot to kill, Kusanagi' for it's abilities. He is quite capable of using the sword in sword fighting moments without the ability, combining his strength and speed.

Skills:

Strength: Due to living with Gorillas, he was able to emulate their strength. He is able to lift up to four hundred pounds before beginning to struggle. He is able to injure a man with a punch, and able to break bones if he applied full power. He was able to pull a tree out from the ground, but it took a bit of struggling to do.

Speed: Kei'Taro is able to reach speeds of up to sixty miles an hour, at a sprint, and 50 miles for an extended run. This comes from trying to keep up with various types of animals who were often on the move.

Intelligence: Kei'taro is not exactly a stupid man, he is just not technologically savvy. Being in the wild for most of his life, his knowledge comes from that and not the fancy leaps and bounds the world has made. He was surprised when he was tasked to hold on to an MP3 player from a guy he once fought. He still seeks to return it.

Transportation: In addition to running, Kei'taro is adept at swinging from vines, and swimming.

Martial Arts: Through studying animals, Kei'Taor has become very skilled at multiple types of animal based combat. He is most adept at the Wu Xing, but is also capable of using fighting styles based off different animals. It makes for an incredibly difficult fisticuffs bout with him.

Reflexes: Kei'taro is a very agile and reflex intensive man, able to catch a striking snake neck by the throat mid-strike and not get bit.

Hands and Feet: Kei'taro is adept at using either hand to wield his sword, or for any other activity. This extends to his feet as well. they aren't as useful as a monkey's, but he can make it work. His toes and fingers have exceptional gripping power.

Abilities:

Animal Tongue: Kei'taro is quite skilled at talking to and understanding any animal he comes into contact with.

Senses: Kei'taro possesses enhanced senses of smell, sight, touch, and hearing. He can see things in greater detail, and feel more textures when he touches something. He has twice as many scent glands as normal humans, but being around animals for most of his life has numbed him to the nastier scents of the world. He can hear things from a greater distance than humans, and at a lower volume. He can pick out specific individuals based off their voices at well.

Well Traveled: Kei'taro can survive in just about any environment that isn't outright death causing, due to his many travels in search of animals. He is not, however, very capable of handling the extremes of temperatures though, and even has his own limit. He was able to survive in the Volanic Lands and the Winter Wonderland without any debiliating effects. Because of this, he can pick out edible foods, and poisonous ones at a glance. He is great at directions.

Hunter-Tracker: Despite his love for animals, the man has to eat, and so he became very adept at hunting things based off prints and excrement. He doesn't kill baby animals nor the females of the group. He takes care to only hunt the weaker males as well.

Magic:

[Indent]Kei'Taro has a particular brand of magic which is evoked via tattoos called Bestial Keys. These Keys are gained from animals that have them, after a test relating to the animal or ability. There are an unknown number of these, and Kei'Taro is constantly searching, though seems to have an innate ability to sort of happen upon them, such is the case for his Spirit Animal, and first Bestial Key, RyuKyu. They glow so long as they hold a charge, and continue to glow while in use.

The tattoo's etch themselves on Kei'Taro, except for Kusanagi and RyuKyu, which take the form of his sword, and spirit animal, respectively. They each have their own personality, as it relates to Kei'Taro, some are extremely loyal - like RyuKyu, and some are willing to jump ship if able, like Eight Legged Spider.

For every charge they have before activating, Kei'Taro can control the tattoo's for that many turns, until he gets to three charges. Once he gets the third charge, then he is granted an extra turn of manipulation.

He can have multiple tattoo's charged, but cannot charge more than one per turn. While this gives him access to a wider array of moves on the fly, it also means they'll be lower in strength than if he focused on one.

[User]
A resounding thud echoed across the battlefield, the wind that was pushed away by the dissipating force of her strike blew snow away in a circle from the strike zone. Pikatok's face bent into a scowl, she had almost entirely forgotten that his shield was better than hers. Though, she supposes that he had forgotten about her more passive shield, as the blade made headway into her stomach. It was a vicious strike, it made very good headway immediately. Cutting open her shirt and spilling blood from her stomach onto the ground. However, as the blade continued passing through her it made progressively less and less progress until it halted entirely. As though it were stuck deeply in bone and hide.

In response to the blade she had used the hide of the glyptodon, which allowed her skin to harden to defend herself. But, as a reaction to a strike that she didn't expect, it was unable to protect her entirely from injury. The wound that had been inflicted was cleaved from the fat above her left kidney to an inch or so away from her bellybutton. Leaving the blade still jammed inside of her body, problematic for more than one reason. The biggest problem lying in the thunderbird tattoo, which she didn't know he was charging, though she was aware of its existence and properties.

To save herself being skewered or worse, Pikatok slapped the shield again and pushed backwards with her feet. Throwing herself a good six feet away from Kei'Taro. With her left hand, she covered the wound.

The weapon was really making a difference this time around, where in previous bouts he hadn't been able to make any headway into spilling blood, now she had nearly been gutted by her foe. Pikatok panted a bit, applying pressure to her side.

Kei'Taro was actually trying to kill her.

[Assistant]
Kei'taro could feel his sword jam into Pikatok, and slice clean towards her belly button, a blow fatal enough that he didn't need to press the advantage he had gained. He was faintly concerned that he didn't tap her spine, so strong the swing, but he remembered her skin was harder than a normal person's, and she had defensive abilities that directly affected the skin.

Crafty.

He could feel her press against the shield in an attempt to dislodge herself from the blade that bit deep. The snake Kusanagi sneered within him, urging him to push forward and finish the match.

He didn't need to be told twice.

Kei'taro didn't need to move from his spot, but instead of dropping the blade, he tensed his arm and activatec Thunderbird, by speaking the self same name. From his right shoulder, a bolt of electricity with some extra oomph rocketed from his right shoulder, and followed the path downward with startling speed. The distance between them wasn't as great, between the starting distance, his reach, and that of a sword.

It's target was center mass, where the heart and lungs were commonly situated.

His breath was reaching the stage of minor strain, he hadn't needed much exertion yet, whereas Pikatok had to be feeling the effects of a deep cut such as the one he had delivered. Now, however, they would both be aback at square one - magicless. He hoped this attack would end it, a physical fight with Pikatok, even with her weakened, was not a fight Kei'taro wanted. He was faster, she was stronger.

[User]
Purely out of spite, Pikatok reached into her wound and tore out a chunk of the bone hard flesh. With a reaction that was larger than life and faster than the eye, she threw the chunk like a frisbee towards Kei'Taro's right eye. She knew she had lost this battle the moment her strike gave her no ground. So in her defeat she hoped to at least blind the beast master's eye.

As the thunder crashed into her, during her desperate throw, her chest seized and she fell flat to the ground. The shock coursed through her body as she lay on the ground, convulsing in agony. If she didn't die here, facedown in the snow, she likely wouldn't walk again for a month.

Let alone fight.

Pikatok groaned and gritted her teeth as she lay there helpless. The darkness creeping into the corners of her vision as she begins to fade into unconsciousness.

She wasn't angry that she lost.

She was angry because she wouldn't have any last words.

[Assistant]
You know, Pikatok really was a bitch.

She couldn't just accept the fact that Kei'taro, the son of the Spirit Beast King, had finally managed to not only last long enough to activate the Gate to the Spirit World, but had managed to deal her a mortal wound.

No, the woman just had to have the last laugh - even if she wasn't laughing at the moment. She chunked a piece of incredibly hard flesh like a frisbee just before the lightning bolt from Thunderbird crashed into her with a terrifying power. She was accurate, damn accurate - but in hindsight, they were just six feet apart. A child could clear that distance.

The flesh smacked against his eye with a hard crack, instantly swelling the area around it, effectively shutting his eye.

Shit.

His father would heal it, but if it were anything like last time, then he would have lingering effects for a while. In this case, poor eyesight in the eye, making it hard to see.

Clutching Kusanagi, and contemplating murder, he approached Pikatok and grabbed the woman by the scruff of her collar. He couldn't very well leave her out here for the wolves to get, no matter how strong she was. A lightning bolt, and a huge gash was enough to leave anyone incapaciated, even the woman.

Kei'taro looked down at her, and sneered violently.

The bitch had gotten over him again. Thinking back on the fight, the woman hadn't used her full strength from the beginning. And while he suffered nary a stratch, she barely touched the surface of her powers.

"You vile...," he started, before growling and depositing her on her chair, and stepping into the swirling vortex of icy blue aura.

---

"You know, you shouldn't talk to her like that," a voice said, as Kei'taro entered the spirit world.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes.
The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack.
The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks.
The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see.

Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout

Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko.

Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something.

Color: Mint Green

Emblem: Emblem
Appearance:
A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange.
When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes.
Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.

[User]
Robert walked happily with his teammates to the Grimm Studies class, completely oblivious to Greyson's jealousy. Robert made sure that, when they arrived at the classroom, he would sit right next to those he knew, specifically Priscilla. After taking his seat he realized that the teacher was the same one that had administered the Beacon entrance exam. And sure enough, he had a long, boring, egotistical story about himself to share with the rest of the class.

After the long waste of time Prof. Port spent telling the days of his youth, Robert spotted the cage that held the dangerous,young Grimm. When asked for volunteers, he thought about the decision carefully. "I still feel a bit sore from that sparring match with Abel, but it'd be a great way to show off more for Priscilla," Robert said aloud at a barely audible whisper. "I'll do it!" he shouted, hand held high above his head.

[Assistant]
It wasn't much too difficult to pass through unnoticed, despite his daunting height and cumbersome form. Jayden held an agile grace about him that his stature didn't quite represent well, if not entirely debunked the idea, but alas, Jayden often found himself more surefooted than most. So, finding a way to slip through the crowd of students, lunch in hand and a wary feature set, Jayden through to the courtyard of Beacon, sat quiet upon a ledge to eat in peace. Of course, team bonding was at the top priority it was still technically their first casual day together. They'd set up a system in the heat of battle, sure, but Jayden in combat and Jayden in everyday life were two separate entities and it, though it came hard to admit, Jayden lacked the confidence he showed in himself outside of the field of battle. Tedious conversations and mishaps seemed far too trivial to take part in, or in reality, it put far too much pressure on Jayden than he knew he was used to or knew he could handle, for that matter.

Quiet courtyards, sparse of any distractions aside from those wanted (birds, bugs, and the breeze) provided a better environment for Jayden to relax in. His battle, unfortunately, subsided promptly and came more as a shock than anything else—uneventful, to say the least, and maybe just a tad bit disappointing. Jayden refused to put up a fuss, however, and accepted the far too easy win in lieu of further moments to himself and the prospect of having those moments in solitude. Rayna and Victor would certainly be able to do without him and his stalwart figure, not to mention unassuming rabbit ears. Plus, Jayden was far too hungry and he'd suspected that if hadn't taken the chance to leave, he might not have had the opportunity to eat. Lunch times in any kind of educational system didn't really provide the time for their children to eat. More so, the students didn't provide themselves any time to eat—high hormone levels and puberty tended to raise priority on antics over that of getting food in one's stomach, at least from Jayden's perspective.

With the bell tone ringing in his ears, Jayden stood from his perch on the low wall to dispose of the food he hadn't eaten and the tray within the cafeteria before promptly making his way toward his next class. Grimm Studies, something Jayden took delight in, though not necessarily for the reason of defeating them in numerous, creative ways. He refused to voice his opinions and his delight in studying Grimm in a more scientific way rather than combative, as Beacon didn't necessarily nurture that in their students, or at least that's what most students would assume. Such a thought urged Jayden to take the furthest seat in the back, away from all the other students and for more reasons than he had a different opinion than them. Most people didn't take to faunus lightly and Jayden's ears were a glowing beacon for people to comment on. They were large, occasionally floppy, and most of all, they were a stark tinge of black, with a base of largely white, and speckles of dark green scattered about that stood out most definitely against the backdrop of his own jet black hair.

Hands folded along the desk, highest and furthest back, Jayden paid close attention to the students of the classroom, though kept most of his focus on his teacher and what he had to say. Of course, he wasn't exactly expecting for the first class to be so... hands on and the query for volunteers flared Jayden's anxiety tenfold. Ears folding downward in an attempt to shrink, Jayden leaned back into his chair, hands sinking into his lap as his eyes scanned the room in antiipation.

"You realize it's your job to assist students with behavioral issues, right?" Ahriman's hands flicked over his roster, leaning informally against Solomon's desk with little concern for the man fussing over coffee in the corner of his office. Why he wouldn't just head over to the break room for freshly brewed coffee amazed Ahriman, but he wouldn't bring it up. With Solomon's ailment, having things he needed or wanted within reach was far simpler.

With a frustrated sigh, Solomon slammed his personal coffee mug down and spun to face Ahriman. "And you realize you're wasting your prep time making googly eyes at another teacher," he retorted before returning to fixing his coffee machine. A light haze floated along Ahriman's features, promptly followed by a quiet grumble only the stag faunus' ears could quite catch. A small smile lit Ahriman's lips as he pushed off from the desk.

"Jealous of a piece of paper," he stated, "how very like you."

"Not jealous," Solomon's responded, quiet as the coffee machine finally whirred to life, "just frustrated—by other means, of course. Children are... difficult. Remind me not to convince you to get one."

"Duly noted," Ahriman spoke, grinning as he moved into Solomon's space, placing a light peck on the man's stubbled cheek. "Don't forget to pick up your mail. There's quite a few important things that require your attention, from Ozpin, I suspect. Or Goodwitch, both are rather important," Ahriman huffed, hushed as he laid another chaste kiss on Solomon's cheek, "I'll see you later tonight; don't stress yourself out, this time. I'd like someone to actually eat the dinner I make."

"I'll try not to if you promise not to kill any kids this year," Solomon shot, turning to face a retreating Ahriman as he moved to exit the office.

"Your miscreants left, by the way," Ahriman called back, "And it was his fault for not telling me he required an inhaler beforehand."

"Did you seriously—"

"No, just... mild brain damage."

"Because brain damage can be considered mild, right."

[User]
Merlin nearly fell asleep as Prof. Port expertly told his story. He began to wonder if this is what people are like when they get old. Do they live so much in the past that they must always tell it to someone, or is it a way to get people to pay attention to them? Merlin pondered both scenarios in his head. He could understand both, the first would be that someone who has aged considerable may want to escape to the past that they have had, when they were younger and full of life. The second scenario is a lot more saddening. The person who has aged may feel like that life around them has begun to move forward, and they are not along for the ride; therefor, they remind those that left them behind that they still exist. Merlin didn't have such a luxury like living in the past. Just thinking about his past life made his skin crawl. He hated it, and he was going to make sure nothing like that would happen to him again.

Merlin continued to think of things like this until Prof. Port finally moved away from the story and transitioned into a challenge to the newer generation. The prospect of fighting a Grimm in front of an audience excited Merlin. Without even giving it a second thought, Merlin raised his hand, leaned back, and waited for the teachers decision. "This ought to be a good show. The suspense is killing me, hehehe" He said with grin. He wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, and he also loved to entertain the audience. An opportunity that combined both of those aspects presented itself, and Merlin wasn't going to let it pass by without at least being considered for it.

[Assistant]
Period 4, Armory Class

Ineko quickly jogged to the Armory class. That shower took longer than expected. Damn the hot water for feeling so comfortable. He thought to himself. His armor was still wet from the quick cleaning he gave it. He opened the door to the Armory class quietly and the first thing he noticed was the classroom itself. It was like stepping into the iron amazon forest, and then he felt the gaze of something powerful. Ineko glanced to it, and found the metal beast parked inside of the classroom, a tank. Like an apex predator it seemed to watch his every move, and Damascus was certainly not completely comfortable either.

Shaking it off, he noticed that there were a couple of conversations going, he used this background noise to, surprisingly stealthily, find a seat. Finding that seat next to Indigo, who was sitting next to Ivan. Right after, Ivan stood up and introduced himself. Then Indigo introduced himself. Not wanting to break the stride, Ineko stood up.
"I'm... Ineko Irandi. I like to do robotics and armor." The armored student said somewhat awkwardly, his robot-esque voice was a little garbled due to the moisture of the shower he took earlier. He stood there for a second before slowly sitting back down. Once he did, he leaned in towards Indigo and whispered, "I've missed something haven't I?"
He glanced back to the tank again, just to make sure it hadn't moved.


[System]
Age:
17

Allegiance:
Neutral

History (Optional):
Living off nature and all that jazz. Where are her parents? Nobody knows.

Personality:
Zora is hardworking and curious. There are times where she pushes herself too far and needs to be reminded to take a break. She is fairly harsh when it comes to training and learning. When Zora has a task to do, she'll see it through to the end. While she finds it difficult to relate to other humans, she tries her best to get along with them. On the other hand, Zora feels more at ease with the animals, and tends to feel more of an emotional bond with animals than she does with humans. When she makes friends, she has a tendency to tease them in a very friendly manner. Zora loves being in nature, separated from all man made structures. She is most comfortable here and tends to be very gentle and kind in this environment. She is looked up to by many of her fellow classmates at the academy, however she's very insecure and self conscious around others. She comes off as humble to most, when it's actually a sense of self deprecation driving her words. Zora believes that when placed among the beauty and grace that is nature, she cannot compare, though she does try.

Tome (Color and Abilities):
Zora's Tome takes the form of a intricate wooden bow with a few green ribbons of silk wrapped around the ends. When she draws the string back, a brown arrow that is seemingly made out of light appears notched in the bow.

A part of Zora's abilities is to have an empathic link with animals. The can communicate with them, but has no control over them. Every animal has it's own free will to accept her requests or not. Therefore she makes it a point to get on good terms with the animals surrounding wherever she may be.

The second part of Zora's abilities is rarely used, and for a very valid reason too. She can transform parts of her body to have similar traits to animals which can improve a function, such as claws, fangs, or ears. However, once she is done with it, Zora must remove the part from her body. If she had claws, she'd have to cut off her fingers, with fang's she'd have to rip them out, and with ears, cut them off. Because of her low pain tolerance, she usually ends up passing out for about a full day. While she is out, her body regenerates the natural state of the body part. Once she wakes up, the body part is fully regenerated. Usually the smaller the body part the less time Zora is passed out/regenerating. If she does not within 12 hours, then the particular transformation begins to cause pain to her. Over a course of 24 hours, the pain continues and usually a headache develops. During these hours, the transformation rots off until it disappears. It then takes the time to regenerate which varies depending on the size.

Other:

[User]
Měihóu Niángniang

"Oh, not at all, sweetie." Měihóu cheerily turned, offering them peaches from the basket. "Oh, of course not, heavens no." She laughs off the second question, seeming quite surprised. She bites into one of her own candied peaches, then mumbles around it, "Can't imagine anyone trying to get in at all."

At the mention of reinforcement party, Měihóu seemed to have an expression that would only be slightly more confused if Sienna had claimed to be the great beast reincarnated, returned from beyond the moon to lay devastation down upon the world. "Huh?"

As soon as her name was said, the confusion disappeared from Měihóu's face, instantly replaced with pain. "OW OW OW OW OW... Hate premature triggered recall.. So.. So much... Owww..." Leaning against a nearby wall and massaging her head furiously, Měihóu took in a sharp breath between gritted teeth. "You guys were really close to having your cover blown there. Protip, I change my memories to suit my current objective. The best lie is the truth." Regardless, she followed the two.

Then, as the Imperator began her speech, Měihóu gave a pause for a moment. She glanced in the direction of the Imperator, a slight shiver running down her back.

Then, taking out a peach from her basket before ditching it, she brought out her staff and gave it a good twirl. She tossed the peach into the air, before striking it with her staff to a loud crack that blended into the distant remains of the fireworks. It arced up into the sky far further than it had any right to.

Then she broke out into a run, "Keep up! If you can't, I'll be a peacock. :P" She stuck her tongue out, turning to look at the twins for a moment before sprinting forward further. She quite quickly parkour'd her way through a building, and by the time she had reached their mutual destination, she had transformed herself while out of sight into a flamboyantly dressed person in blue and white, peacock feather fan in hand, and was walking normally, not out of breath or sweating.

About one hundred and eight seconds after launch, a strangely transmuted peach would land precisely on the railing in front of the Imperator, if no one had tracked its progress through the sky and blocked it. Which, let's be honest, was most likely. It was light as a feather but hard as stone, and its precision of flight was preternatural.

It read in crude gray letters, "Monkey was here" next to a chibi stone monkey doing a peace sign.

[Assistant]
Jessi

After their surprise encounter with an Observer, the two guards were completely at a loss for words. Jessi on the other hand felt overwhelming pride. He looked at his dumbfound comrades and simply stated with a shrug, "I warned you." The mouthier of the two swore at Jess under his breath while the other one began to panic, "Y-you don't think he'll actually report us do you? I mean he didn't even get our names or anything. Maybe he was just trying to scare us?"

His fears became realized when out of the crowd their sergeant came up with a stern and very clearly angry look. "I just received some very disturbing news from an Observer." They began their desperate attempts to apologize but were immediately silenced by the harsh words of their superior. "ZIP IT! I leave you for 5 minutes and you abandon your posts? Under normal circumstances I would have you both court marshaled, but considering it's a special day, I'll just leave you with a warning." The guards each let out a sigh of relief, "But just so you're not tempted, you're both being reassigned to stand watch at the base. Now MOVE!"

The sergeant waved his hands to get the two moving, but spoke to Jessi before leaving, "Phalax, good work. If only all the men in our division had your resolve." Jessi gave the sergeant a salute as he left then returned his gaze upon the masses searching for any danger.

It was not long after that, a Legion descended from the heavens and greeted the young guard, who promptly stood at attention to clone of the militaries high commander. "Are there others with you? Jessi shook his head, "No sir. There were two others but my sergeant took them back to base for reassignment." He spoke loud and firm so that his superior would hear him over the sounds of merriment in the background, though the people had now given distance for the glorious golden figure now standing before them.

However, the noise before paled in comparison to the cheers and applause that came as the bells signifying that their omnipotent ruler was about to speak. And in an instant all sounds came to a halt so that her words could be heard across all of Infiniitum. As she finished her final words echoed in the back of Jessi's mind. A treasure hunt? How would that help in fighting the Librarians? Unless... Was she talking about the relics?


[System]
* Age: 14.
* Gender: Female
* Appearance:Normal
* Personality:

Quiet. Calm. Stoic.

Her face is a mask of calm, her emotions hidden well behind it's perfect stillness. She is taciturn, ill inclined to speak and always deliberate with what words she chooses. Despite this she is never very harsh in her tone. She is soft spoken and though she can be caring it is hard for her not to come off as distant or closed off towards others.

Behind her mask she hides a great deal of pain. Her condition has left her wheelchair bound and with each passing month her body worsens leaving her less and less able. With the knowledge that, as most doctors she's seen have informed her, she is unlikely to live past eighteen her outlook has become rather grim. Despite her severe handicap however she uses her magic powers to help those in need and protect the innocent. She tends to look at the big picture and often considers the greater good but tries not to forget to do right by those close to her. Though selfless in her pursuit in helping mankind with her magic she pays just enough heed to herself to effectively support herself as she is a means to the bigger picture which is the good of all.

She is fairly studious as well, being well read with a particular eye towards the classics. She has a rich English verbiage which frequently bleeds into her day to day dialect. Due to her severe physical handicap her interests are often fairly insular and passive. She dislikes stress and hardship but is realistic enough to understand that unpleasantness sometimes cannot be avoided, only confronted.

Her determination to succeed in this Hex Night is strong as it presents one of the only opportunities she'll have of having her wish made reality. Given how long she's expected to live she doesn't see any realistic alternatives.
* Skills: She's well studied and holds a decent trove of miscellaneous knowledge which leans heavily on history.
* Brief Backstory:

Sophia was a sickly child from birth. As it turned out she possessed a genetic defect where her ribcage is too small for her organs. This is known as Thoracic Insufficiency Syndrome. This defect resulted in her ribcage putting pressure on her heart and lungs, leading to constant chest pains and shortness of breath. The weakness in her heart and breath left her enfeebled. She's been wheelchair bound from an early age and it hasn't improved with time.

A young girl in a wheelchair with an oxygen mask seemed like quite the odd candidate for magic powers indeed. Regardless she accepted her newfound gift and used it to combat the darkness formed from the negative emotions of mankind. She has battled the darkness for some time but with her worsening condition it seemed like she might not have much longer to do battle, her health declining with the steady passage of time. When she got word of this Hex Night taking place she set out from her home in Britain to Japan so she might reach for this grand prize.

At this point there was little for her to lose.

	+ Magical Girl Appearance:Transformed One detail that differs from the image is that her irides are completely black in this form.
	+ Concept: The Macabre.
	+ Archetype: The Raven's Quill.
	+ Abilities:

	Sophia is a rather delicate summoner who's main forms of attack are swarms of shadow based ravens which mob her enemies with their sharp beaks and talons. The ravens are mostly intangible which makes them difficult to damage physically. As they are shadow based light based attacks disperse them the easiest. Other forms of magical attacks vary in their effectiveness against the ravens with physical attacks being the weakest method to use against them. A strong enough melee attack will disperse a raven that's struck but their bodies are fairly fluid, able to reshape quite easily after being struck by physical blows. In addition she can extend her sight through these ravens by closing her eyes and seeing through those of the shadow's own.

	Her other power allows her to blend into the darkness allowing her to hide up a certain amount of mass from sight. The effectiveness of this concealment scales with the size and intensity of the shadow used. Perfect darkness allows for perfect concealment while a dim shadow only allows for partial concealment.

	She does not possess access to her greatest abilities as she is unaware of her Archetype's nature.

[User]
"Ah!"

The light had made Hikari flinch, just a little. Inwardly, she cursed herself.

She had just... aah, she'd gotten caught up in what she'd been doing and not even realized an attack from Tokiko was part of this! The diminutive girl almost wanted to chew her fellow magical girl out about it, complain about how it was hard to prepare for something like that when Tokiko had never stated she, too, was part of the barrier test. But the current redhead managed to restrain herself, at least for now. She had learned something valuable about her barrier, at least, that being just how powerful it really was.

That didn't stop her from letting out a huff, and nor did it prevent Hikari from glaring at Tokiko just a little as she listened to the more experienced magical girl. She didn't have to be happy about how things just went, even if she was trying not to complain about it.

Wait. She was supposed to just hit Eve? The monstergirl even seemed scared!

"Heh? Just... whale on her?" she asked, eyes drifting back to the living archetype as she spoke. After a few moments, though, Hikari began to really think it through. They were magical girls, and Eve was an archetype... that meant there was no way that this kind of blow would seriously hurt her, right?

"... Well, if you say so!" she declared, with a shrug. It would let Hikari vent some of her frustration, if nothing else... slowly, she raised her mallet back over her shoulder. In this less frantic scenario, she was able to recognize its form better: It looked almost like a firework launcher, the rear of the hammer decorated to look like the face of a dragon. Had that been why it had given her a boost, that it had fired a rocket blast out of it like a firework?

With a small shout, she swung the hammer forward. Almost immediately there was a whiff of gunpowder and a flash of brilliant light as an explosion erupted from the rear of the hammer. It rocketed forward, hurtling towards Eve with incredible force.

No matter how the monstergirl took the blow, it was immediately clear that Hikari's chief power was in her melee capabilities, an incredibly strong close-range offense via the blunt force of her hammer.

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"It's still pretty! Not a lot of people have white hair when they're not old, you know?" Hina explained, as if to clarify her sudden interest in Hanako's hair, "You're like the little princess in Hisa-nee's manga!"

"You just mentioned that," Chise pointed out, with a small sigh, "... Onee-san reads such weird manga..."

After a moment, the black-haired little girl decided to attempt to address the older girl's question about their project.

"It's a project about our culture as Japanese people," she explained, quickly. Perhaps a little too hastily, it almost sounded like she was trying to quickly get out some kind of excuse and move on as swiftly as possible... but before she could try and continue along those lines, Chise fell silent.

"... Hina-chan," she asked, suddenly giving the brunette girl a very serious look, "Did you check?"

"Check...?"

For a moment, Hina looked bewildered, before suddenly having a look of realization dawn on her face. Without another moment's pause, rather confusingly, the girl with the side ponytail began sniffing at the air, almost like a dog would.

"... So that's it!" she declared, suddenly. Before Chise could ask her just what 'it' was, however, Hina's attention was fixed on Hanako.

"Let's go outside to finish our talk," continued the brunette, "Magical girl."

Daze

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What Fuyuko encountered was not a shade.

No, there was soon the sound of footsteps on a nearby rooftop. Thankfully, any chance of it being an ambush was rather quickly dispelled.

"Oiiii! Oiiii!"

The source of the voice was a magical girl. She was of average height, with short hair. Currently, it was a bright, silver shade, almost looking metallic from the way it seemed to gleam. In terms of her features, she was fairly pretty, with silver eyes that matched her hair, and a slightly tomboyish look. She work a long jacket and shorts, with thigh-high socks and boots that, on closer inspection, seemed to be armored. But the most striking feature was what was on her right arm.

It was a thick, complex silver gauntlet, one that appeared to be made of up a number of different mechanisms. If Fuyuko had been closer, she may have heard a faint whirring sound from it.

"Hey!" called the girl, "I'm not interested in a fight, okay? I was just wondering, have you seen some weirdo in a rabbit mask? Wearing a suit?"

[Assistant]
❅❄ Fuyuko Yamazaki ❄❅

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Hearing footsteps, Fuyuko spun round, ready to transform at a moment's notice. Sure enough, on a nearby roof was a magical girl, sporting armoured boots and a huge mechanical gauntlet. If she were to pick a fight, she'd surely be a formidable opponent. Instead of attacking, though, the girl addressed her with a question. One about the stranger in the woods.

Fuyuko weighed the options in her mind. Without Noriko and Kiyoshi around, she couldn't be sure of the armoured warrior's intentions. Who was to say this wasn't some kind of trick? Then again, if the gauntlet wielder really did need help, she wasn't going to deny assistance to a fellow magical girl.

"Um... hello. Yes, just a few minutes ago they were..." She pointed in the direction of the hill. "In the forest, near the shrine. They didn't stick around long though. Do you know who this person may be, and and what they want?"

She recalled her sister's description of the stranger - cold and empty - before piping up again.

"Also, if I may ask..." She glanced down at her nondescript clothing, then looked back up. "How did you know I'm a magical girl?" To most, she figured, a teen wandering alone after dark would be something of an odd sight, but how had this girl been able to tell for sure? A frisson of paranoia crept over her. Was this how Sophia had felt upon being detected?


[System]
Arthur Stanford

We'll handle this like Gentlemen, I'd hate for you to see how I'd act otherwise

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Character Summary
Aliases: Arty
Age: 12
Birthday: September 12th
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Belfast, Maine
Godly Parent: Hades
Cabin Number: Hades Cabin, Year Round
How Many Years At Camp: None
Gender: Male
Occupation At Camp: Camper
Languages: English, Ancient Greek

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 105 Pounds
Body Type: Athletic , though not very muscular.
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None to speak of.
Personal Style: If there's one word to describe Arthur's style, it would be sleek. Dress shirts and pants for cooler days, and tan shorts with a plain black T-shirt for the warmer ones. He has plain Stygian Iron bracelets on either hand, with a matching belt, all composed of smooth rectangular links binding them together. His hair is always neatly combed to the right side, kept at a length of no longer than an inch and a half.

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Psychology
Level headed * Petty * Decisive * Arrogant * People Person * Stubborn

Sexuality:  Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Arthur has an air of superiority about him, often in that he tries to keep his cool no matter what's in front of him. Even with those who he particularly dislikes, he keeps a pleasant tone, and cordial attitude, making him hard to get a read on him sometimes. With those he does like however, he'll often go out of his way to fix any problems they might have. If somebody's picking on them, he'll do what he can to make sure they stop, for example. Arthur sees social interactions with most people as a kind of transaction, and if he can't get anything useful out of that transaction, he doesn't participate in it. In short, he's very focused on self advancement.

 As a son of Hades, Arthur has been blessed with the ability to talk to spirits from beyond. While many might think this to be a fun and exciting power, Arthur finds the vast majority of ghosts to be annoying at best, and prefers not to engage with them when they try to communicate with him. Though he does maintain a similarly friendly attitude when he does talk to them, and is much more likely to engage with them if he wants something. If they do legitimately need some kind of help, he's not the kind to ignore them, but he might drag his feet in getting them what they need.
Habits: Picking his nails, chewing gum, cracking his knuckles.
Hobbies: Throwing darts, sculpting, reading.
Fears:
* Ruining the friendship's he has.
* Death
* Saying the wrong thing.

Likes:
* Honing his talents
* Learning about individuals
* Cats
* Birds
* Manners
* Fighting

Dislikes:
* Wasting time
* Rudeness
* Ghosts
* Milk
* Hot days
* Vegetables

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Necromancy: Arthur can raise the dead, and bend them to his will, making things like skeletal soldiers to fight by his side. Additionally, he can communicate with ghosts, to the point that they don't really leave him alone, which is why he defaults to ignoring them. Lastly, due to his attunement with the dead, he gets a sense when people are soon to cross over from the realm of the living, to that of the dead.
* Ferrokinesis: Arthur can pull and detect precious metals from the ground itself, along with having the ability to telekinetically control them, and, given proper time, shape and weld them how he likes, without the need of heat. Precious metals he does extract from the ground however, should not be held onto for long, as those who have them are bound to have misfortune come their way.
* Dagger/Knife Fighting

General Skills:

* Diplomacy
* Empathy
* Persuasion
* Intimidation
* Sculpting
* Piano
* Hunting

Combat Skills:
* Thrown Weapons
* Shields
* Swordplay
* Proficient with spiked Gauntlets
* Knives

Magic Item:
*
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What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* Clothing -
* Purse/Wallet -
* Bubblegum
* Pen
* Notebook
* Books
* Watch

Possessions In Cabin:
* Collection of books, mostly on Greek myths.
* Suit
* Paper
* Clothes for cold weather

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History

Biography Extravagant Wealth, hired help, and high society were all integral parts of Arthur's upbringing. Being the heir to one of the biggest corporations in the extraction and sale of precious gems of all kinds, money was never anything to be worried about in his family. His younger years were mostly spent learning proper etiquette, and generally grooming him for success. He had two older sisters, who he was always at odds with, them seeing his existence as a threat to their own inheritance of the family business, even as much as they loved him. This was a constant source of underlying tension in his family, and he always coped with this by focusing on keeping up his own appearances, and trying to act as if it weren't there. As it turned out in fact, Arthur's mother choose to have him not only out of the attraction she had for Hades, but because she knew it would do wonders for her husband's business to have their heir be the son of the literal god of wealth. In the end, Arthur's birth was nothing more than a smart business move.

 Initially, Arthur was to be made aware of his godly patronage, but his parents identified behavioral issues that made them think twice. He wasn't much for taking orders, and thereby was far from the obedient child they'd want to have at the head of their company. As such, they had decided to send him off to boarding school, hoping that would straighten him out. For the past month, he'd been attending the Crystal River School, For Troubled Youth, and is pretty unhappy about it. Having spent the better part of his life with private tutors and much better food, the step down that this was has really soured him. Currently he's passing time by coming up with ways to discreetly raise hell among the populace.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: They haven't yet.

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Additional Information

Theme Song:  Megalovania

Extra Information: Nyarlathotep from the Cthulhu Mythos is daddy. Here.
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Relations
Arthur Stanford
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣
🌓Ezekiel Kel🌓
"He's one of the older kids at Camp, I haven't seen much of him"
Arthur doesn't know much about Ezekiel.

🌓Nancy Parker🌓
"She was at the Roman camp, yeah?"
He doesn't really know her that well.

💛💜💘Andy Philips 💛💜💘
"She's the reason I'm still here"
Andy is Arthur's best friend, and though he doesn't have the words for it, his first crush.

💛Leda Storn 💛
"She's cool with Andy, and she seems pretty nice!"
Arthur needs friends, and Leda's friends with Andy, therefore Arthur is friends with Leda.

💕💛Demetri Howell 💛💕
"He's been through a lot, and he still cares about Andy and I"
Arthur sees him as a protector, somebody that knows that they're doing and how to keep him and Andy safe.

💛Kiera Donovan 💛
"She was with me from the start."
Arthur doesn't know Kristen too well, but as a survivor of that academy, and a fellow kid of the Big Three, he feels connected to her.

🌓/💛 Kristin Reynolds 🌓/💛
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur really doesn't know much about her, but she wants to help train him, so he appreciates that.

🌓 Madalyne Crane 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
She's cool with Andy, but as somebody from the Jupiter camp, Arthur doesn't know much about her.

♨ Niah Bautista ♨
"She tried to scare me out of fighting"
Arthur doesn't appreciate the way she tried to keep him out of the fight, he doesn't like being patronized.

🌓 Marygold Isley 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Marygold.

🌓Jason Gauger 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Jason.

🌓Janelle Gauger 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Janelle.

🌓Stella Herbalem 🌓
"We haven't talked much"
Arthur hasn't talked to Stella.

👋Leandra Lovelace👋
"It's always nice to see her."
Arthur doesn't know much about the Jupiter kids, but he likes to see her when she comes around.

[User]
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Andy

Location: Zeus Cabin - Dining pavilion

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"Thanks Eva." Andy said, she stood up and slipped on her shoes. Then waited for Arthur. The world felt heavy. She considered quickly packing, she didn't have much in the way of worldly goods. She decided she carried everything she would need until they got to camp Jupiter. All she did was check to make sure her bracelet was on her wrist. It was her most important possession. She could lose everything she currently owned, which was just some shirts and a toothbrush, and wouldn't care. As long as she still had her bracelet.

Once Arthur was ready she walked beside him to the dining pavilion. There wasn't anything to say. No words would make things better. And filling the silence with meanless words felt like a lie. "Zeus' table?" She asked, feeling that Arthur would prefer it over his own father's table at the moment. Though the small sacrifice with the meal would be rough. She considered what to say for a moment at the brazier and in the end, she just said "Let this trip to Camp Jupiter be a smooth one." And then she picked at her breakfast.

[Assistant]
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Desdemona Pemberton

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Location: Camp Half-Blood - The Divine Cabins
Skills: N/A

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Mona felt herself sharing Leda's view. She also wanted to get started, especially considering how long the trip was going to be. The sooner they got done, the sooner they could come back. Mona didn't really feel prepared. She still didn't understand her powers fully, though she used them in capture the flag. She could still use combat practice, though she took down and held her own in combat at the gate. Maybe it was a feeling of needing more. More guidance from someone who understood, not one of her peers.

She shrugged as Kristin came over. "Alright, I guess. How are you doing?" She was kind of concerned for the others that came with her from school and how they were handling the transition, especially with Ash's death. Hopefully, they were doing all right and better than her. She felt out of sorts still, like this was about to be one big prank or something, though the literal monsters reminded her this was still very real.