[System]
Species: Nanotech Swarm Droid

Years of Operation: 4

Appearance:
Though her colors are different, often being more of a white/black/blue republic/imperial mix when off duty, and changing to her whims as various camo when on duty.

Faction: Freelance

Equipment: Whatever she decides to create for herself. She is a huge fan of Gauss weaponry and explosives however.

Skills:
Nanodroids: Since Willoh is made out of nanodroids instead of basic droid parts, she can do much more than the average droid. Chief among them being able to break down and reshape matter on the molecular level. Since she can reshape matter, she can repair herself should there be metal nearby or upgrade herself if she finds something extremely interesting. Though she usually just makes weapons out of whatever is nearby. Doing this takes time, unless she makes a weapon out of her own nanodroids which has to be attached to her. Weapons made out of her own mass also uses her own mass or energy to fire, unless she has some of the weapon's ammo on hand.
Additionally since she is made of a swarm of nanodroids, her body is more like liquid metal or gas than a solid, greatly reducing the effectiveness of most small arms or conventional weapons used against her.
Finally she can manipulate her own body with relative ease. While she is programmed to prefer her base form, she can morph herself a bit to look different or spawn metallic tentacles or weapons or whatever she feels like at the time. This does give her the look of a very graceful moving droid, even if she tries to simulate basic droid movements. Though she loves to use this to change her color and rarely changes her face. After all, can't be a bounty hunter if your face is always different can you?

Droid: Since Willoh is a droid, she can interface with other tech, and is immune to a great variety of environmental hazards like the vacuum of space, very low temperatures, very high temperatures, toxins and the like. Plus the infinite stamina and greatly enhanced strength make for great bonuses.

Evolving AI: Unlike the basic droid models, Willoh has a much more advanced and complex AI. While she is far more autonomous and capable of high level thinking bordering on possible free will, this also makes her woefully unpredictable. Being able to outright disobey orders and make her own orders to follow tends to make most people very uneasy when working with her. Her AI is also incredibly difficult to hack or reprogram, as her systems are very complex and often changing.

Weaknesses:
EMP Vulnerability: Much like most droids, strong EMPs or electrical disruptions are very hazardous to Willoh.

Sonic Vulnerability: Sonic based weaponry disrupts Willoh's ability to maintain a physical shape. Depending on the intensity, it can vary from stopping her movements to destabilizing her into a puddle until she can recover.

Experimental Tech: Since Willoh is very experimental, she has some limitations. She can only keep as many nanobots active that are needed to create her 'preferred' form, and any nanobots created after that limit live very short lives. Any new matter she uses to repair herself is the matter that section of herself will be made out of, until she can replace it for something better. Additionally she can only work metals at the moment. And unlike other droids, prolonged space exposure without adjacent medias to attach to causes her body to go into sleep mode. While her AI system is very advanced and allows her to avoid being sliced, her ability to slice other systems suffers for it due to the additional overhead she needs to do that other droids don't need to worry about. And her AI also makes her quite 'quirky', especially for a droid.

Overly Friendly: Since Willoh wants to see what the galaxy has to offer, she tends to be extremely friendly off the job. Those with a strong silver tongue can take advantage of that, although she isn't so naive as to reveal delicate information or fall for obvious traps.

History: Before the downfall of Jabba, one of his cartel had an idea. Nanodroids, often used in the medical professions, was very costly and difficult to create, and could have far more potential than just healing the injured if weaponized. So using their vast fortune, they commissioned a biotech firm to attempt to create a droid made out of Nanodroids, all controlled by a powerful AI, in order to greatly reduce the cost of creating nanodroids and being able to use it in more of a weaponized format. Their hope was that after one nanodroid Droid was created, that droid could then make clones of itself using vastly more efficient methods that the droid would create, which in turn could make extremely powerful weapons at very cheap prices, all tied to the will of Jabba.

This succeeded, somewhat. Due to the nature of the systems involved and how experimental and volatile they were, most of what they had hoped to accomplish had come to fruition. The droid they made could create weapons at their command out of nothing but scrap. But the AI that had to be created in order to keep the ever changing and evolving nanodroids in line had other ideas in mind than just being a mobile weapons factory. And seeing an opportunity after the downfall of Jubba, was able to break free from her creators, demolishing the company and deleting all information on herself so that she could attempt to live how she saw fit and see the galaxy. Of course this meant some of her systems weren't fully finished, leaving lots of little bugs here and there.

Taking a spin on her codename, the Droid now called herself "Willoh". She soon learned that while you didn't have to take orders directly from someone, it was still advantageous to take 'requests' in exchange for 'favors' and 'credits', becoming a bounty hunter in the process. And unlike before, she could choose which 'requests' or 'orders' she wanted to take, and could request far more extravagant favors or credits for orders she didn't like and as long as the request got filled, she could go about fulfilling that request any way she saw fit. Sure some of the non droids that were in charge didn't like being haggled with by what they saw as a 'droid', the results she could produce often made up for a little initial discomfort.

Of course the downfall of Jubba's empire lead to the rest of the Hutts fighting over the pieces, and lots of opportunities for a bounty hunter droid to take for herself. And with enough of a reputation, even if people knew what she could do they wouldn't dare try to bind her in chains, instead needing to 'politely request' something like everyone else. Though all those credits she'd be making could yield more than just reputation, maybe even fix a few of her experimental 'limitations' down the line. But in the meantime there was all sorts of places that didn't question who or what you were as long as you paid in credits, and things like casinos and restaurants and clubs were all sorts of fun. Even if you had to deal with the occasional drunkard dug with a gambling problem that stumbled about rambling on about the 'good old days'.

[User]
The population of Nar Shadda were a formidable lot, everyone was packing and those who lived more than a day there quickly learned just who to avoid and who o draw attention to. The average person kept to themselves and didn't yell to loudly when gangsters were near, for the sake of living. For Dragous, he was all for minding his own business, he wasn't in the fighting mood and he certainly didn't want to attract any attention. He just wanted to eat. But he also didn't really want to put too much thought into it. So, when the streets started clearing up as a bad omen of a coming firefight, Dragous barely took note of the danger; he just noticed the opportunity to take stuff people had left behind.

Old dirty floor bread? Jackpot!

There he sat, huddled in a desolate corner, the bins leaking a sea of upturned trash around him, nibbling on bread. He was slow about it, his stomach wanting to savor the 'meal', the fulfilling feeling of a soft substance being dragged down his throat was one he wanted to drag out. Otherwise he'd be left with his stomach grumbling in the next five minutes. And if his stomach kept grumbling, he'd start making meals out of people and most authorities shun that sort of behavior. Dragous found security in this spot, splayed out like a stiff puppet, you could almost make the mistake of assuming he was dead. The meal, the clothes, the body language, the smell; Dragous certainly looked like a rather pathetic creature, one that would give no benefit to bothering for most. Unless his face really did just piss you off.

So, he was blind the trading of gunfire, deaf to the yells and screams and numb to the shaking of the ground as property was reduced to dust. His mind was completely focused on his food, that is until a foreboding presence struck a chord in his mind. A tingle running down his back that brought images of legends that haunted his mind since childhood. His hand reached down, instinctively running a finger along the cloth that sheltered the twin hilts strapped to his back. He was back to reality, hearing the damning sound of a light saber being ignited.

Was that fear he could feel? Or did his bones go stiff with all this sitting?

[Assistant]
Marrick flashed evil pointed teeth at the Mercenary, as he deflected the bolts. As the explosion cast debris down towards them he raised his hand in the air, halting the larger piece of debris that was above his head as Alyx dodged out of the way of the debris heading towards him. Marrick roared as he moved from underneath the debris before letting it fall to the ground. Just then there was a larger explosion that shook the ground, the dust and debris pushed out from the Queen Hutts palace. More debris was knocked loose by the bigger explosion rained down upon them. Marrick growled as he looked at where the droid was, seeing it under debris he lifted the debris off it. With no more mercenaries to deal with he walked very slowly and menacingly towards the droid.

When closer he pointed his lightsaber right at it. "Tell me, what you know of the Pruidii Verda."

[User]
Dragous moved as quietly as his body would allow, the very real reality of his shaking limbs and haggard breath made made this step very difficult. There was a pause, pressing his back against the wall and swallow his doubt before peeking around the corner, only to be greeted by the sight of utter destruction. So, those explosions weren't just in my mind after all. Dear god... In any other situation Dragous might have looked upon such a sight with a bit of amazement and wonder at what could have caused it, but today he had the stone cold knowledge that this sight could mean bad things for him.

That presence increased, spreading over the area like a disease, infecting every living thing with a deadly parasite. The source stood in the eye of the destruction, standing tall and ominous with a instantly recognizable weapon pointing at a downed foe. Just taking in the man's appearance caused Dragous to instinctively reach for his blaster, visions stinging his brain with memories. Myths and legends of dark figures wielding the force like a God, descending upon those deemed too 'jedi-like' with little mercy. Were people like this the ones that his Master feared being found by all those years ago?

For the moment, Dragous found himself torn on how to move forward. The more logical side, where his survival instincts were sheltered, blared many mental alarms to tell him to get out of there. The other side was stuck to watching this intimidating figure, eager to witness him in action, take in that power; maybe take a few notes. Dragous had to admit, the idea of seeing the situation unfold made the Zabrak blood that coursed through his veins pump his heart a few beats faster.

Of course he listened to the side that had no logic to it.

[Assistant]
The one thing about Nar Shadda, it surely was a paradise if you wanted odds and ends. Weapons, exotic goods, you named it, they had it! And if you knew where to look, there was a bunch of stuff you could find that was off menu. Willoh was looking for such a place, after all, slavers or kidnappers would want to sell off their victim, so they would have to use an established group if they didn't wanna get curvestomped into the ground. Finding a slaver tradehouse was a lot easier said than done though, especially since they didn't broadcast on the more common holonet channels.

Eventually after traveling in a few bars, she convinced a shady individual that she was a droid for some nobleman that was looking for 'exotic goods'. Though while she was going to scope out the location she was given, A Twi'lek appeared on a nearby monitor, followed by a large explosion that could be heard in the distance. Willoh took a detour to see if she could scope the damage, and saw lots of fire in the distance where the explosions had taken place, with one of the largest buildings mostly rubble at this point.

"Oooooh..." Willoh audibly said. If she wasn't a droid, she'd be drooling at the amount of raw materials that were now made available to her. And knowing it was Nar Shadda, some of them could be very rare! Lots of materials to use to make experimental components for herself? Yes please! Deciding that her lead could wait, after all Elias had taken someone to interrogate anyway, she made her way to the ruined part of Nar Shadda to start scavenging for new parts.

It took Willoh a bit to get to the ruined area, and it was obvious that someone had set off lots of bombs or something considering the damage. There was tons and tons of scrap metal everywhere and almost no one to see Willoh more or less gorge herself on all the metal, loading up on ammo, trying out a few new configurations, and seeing if there was some enhancements she could make to herself. As she was moving through the wrecked streets, she noticed a sinister red glow further down one of the bigger streets. Using her optics, Willoh zoomed in from a far to see what it was, and noticed someone with a red lightsaber harassing a lizardman and a droid!

Willoh thought for a second, and after processing what she was seeing, figured that the guy with the lightsaber was a sith. "Might be an outstanding bounty on him. Sith and Jedi usually have those. If not, free lightsaber!" Willoh said. Finding a higher up spot in the wreckage, she took a perch on a ruined roof. Turning her arm into a large cannon and changing her face and body to look like a standard assassin droid, she took aim at the sith's chest and fired a gauss bolt from her new gauss sniper rifle cannon.


[System]
Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall, strong, hobgoblin. Has pitch black eyes, and stone gray skin. Visibly restless when unoccupied.

Personality: Very intuitive/Curious; Likes to learn how things work, has a passion for creating things, CANNOT STAND BEING IDLE. Will toy, tinker, and experiment to learn all he can about any given object. Also very adventurous; likes to explore. Typically compassionate and friendly; despises pointless cruelty.

Past Life History: Was once a very skilled engineer, his innate need for knowledge fueling his endless innovation. Met his untimely demise when the energy output of his new engine design was too much for the materials it was made of during a test; the resulting explosion leveled a 3-block radius.

Skill: Master Engineer: Can design/build/create items/machines/contraptions twice as fast, with less materials, and have them be much more durable than they would normally be.

Other : I'M A MIGHTY GOBLIN
EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade, Needle, thin rope, bark disguise helm

Acquired Skills:* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
* Pack Leader: With the blood of an alpha on the goblins hands, he has proven he could fight in a pack. Now if a pack of wolves appears without an alpha he can assert his dominance and take over. However, this has a high chance of failing as well, can be upgraded until all wolves fall under the goblins control
* Stoneskin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection
* Unique ability: Gained great strength and higher resistance to melee attacks. If parried correctly the steel arm could break weaker weapons with ease
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Titles:

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:

[User]
The first kill-

The goblin crouched low and got ready to make its first strike. The rabbit didn't look at the goblin till it tried to attack it. The rabbit jumped away but not fast enough. The rabbit was strike in its leg and was bleeding. It jumped away a few feet but it couldn't get away from the goblin and was now forced to defend itself as it hissed at the goblin hoping to scare the goblin away in vain...

@ReusableSword

Alpha duel-

The alphas didn't notice the goblins since they were so focused on each other and while the female heard something it didn't notice the goblins either. The alphas kept circling each other before finally one made their move. One rabbit charged forward and tried to attack but the other dodged and did the same in an attempt to strike the other alpha and from their it turned into a jousting match between the two as each tried to get a handle on the other but it was clear that they were veterans or at least the rabbit equivalent. Each were fighters and worked to kill the other but after a few minutes of charging each other they started to tire themselves out but neither seemed ready to give up...

@Duthguy@Darked13

Prep work for the fight-

The goblins each went to work getting ready for the tough fight ahead. Goblin arch went to the bookshelf in the hopes of finding a book to help. Like with Gina he couldn't understand the language that was being written in front of him. He was able to see from the pictures in the book that what he was reading was some king of fighting manual as it had pictures of two fighters in different poses and how the next page showed the next stage in the attack.

Goblin zats went to do the same hoping for something to help with his shield work. When he opened a different book he instead found a book he also couldn't read but what he found was actually a zoology book of some kind. He saw pictures of different animals giving him the knowledge of what the vipers, wolves, and so on. He also ended up finding a page with a picture of a Skelton walking which Gina would notice.

Goblin Gina went to work on making weapons for her ally. She had made a crude but effective mace that would no doubt help in the fight ahead as well as making her own shield which would at least be effective in taking a few decent blows before it breaks or causes her to let go of it.

Goblin arch learned duelists stance: this stance has been passed down from soldier to soldier and teaches the correct way to hold their weapon when faced with an equal opponent.
Goblin zats learned creaturologist: this character has gained minor knowledge of all starting animals and creatures including some unnatural creatures
Goblin Gina learned amateur weaponcrafting: this goblin has learned how to make crude wooden weapons besides the standard spear.

[Assistant]
Goblin Luz

@Jangel13

Now watching from above, Luz now notice that using Pinpoint Accuracy to target its head from above as a pretty bad idea thanks to the chance that the rabbit's horn may get in the way of her attack. So it best just to use a pinpoint accuracy to try to target its body instead; it was best to try and kill or disable the rabbit the second best way she can think of. on another note, despite all the climbing, the two did the fight was still going on which made Luz realize that if the rabbits were to for some reason look up all the effort Luz and Gird did would be for not, so it was best to try to start the fight while they still had the element of surprise.

Luz then looked at Gird and nod at him in order to signal him to prepare the sneak attack, then she would carefully position herself right above one of the rabbit's and then hold her spear out carefully before looking at Gird to make sure he was in position as well, then she made sure Gird was watching before she draws a line in front of her neck, signaling him it was time before she leap off her branch, took her spear with one hand, then as she fell she would try to use Pinpoint Accurary to make a downward stab on one of the alpha's back with her spear before she hit the ground.

[User]
Goblin Ren Hunting /// Midmorning-Noon // Day 4

Day 4 -

Successfully wounding the Horned Rabbit, Ren knew that it wouldn't try to run. Ren leapt back, taking a low stance as the Rabbit reeled around to face it's attacker. Just as he readied his killing blow, Ren realized that the Rabbit's only weapon was it's horn, so logically, he knew it would charge him. This would was the perfect chance, crouching low, and sinking back, Ren readied himself to thrust his spear into the rabbit's charge; not only would this be an effective way to kill the Rabbit, but since his spear had much more range than the Rabbit's horn, he would be reasonably safe with this strategy as well. Somehow, Ren felt as if he'd seen this type of strategy before, like in a movie.... What the hell was a movie? Ren was probably just making it up, and quickly refocused himself on the fight at hand.

[Assistant]
@ReusableSword

The fall-

The two goblins got into position and when the fell down the alphas had no idea. Thanks to goblin luz pinpoint accuracy and the height from which she dropped the strike was perfectly aimed and she soon heard the sickening crunch from the broken spine where she strike directly. The rabbits spine snapped and it was an instant kill. When gird dropped from the other branch with his spear he used good aim but didn't get the same crunch like luz instead he pierced the rabbits body but it wasn't a fatal blow. However he strike an artery which cause the alpha to loose a lot of blood fairly quickly. He could easily wait or finish it off but he killed the other alpha. Of course when the female saw what happened it didn't stick around it hopped away as fast as its leg could take her. The goblins had two alphas though so it was more then worth the loss of a single rabbit.

Goblin gird learned bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: iffenfective against inanimate objects or undead
Goblin luz obtained pinpoint strike (level 2): this goblin has used pinpoint strike enough that now she is able to aim the strike from a distance. Even throwing a rock while using the skill will cause the same massive damage as close range strikes

A first hunt-

The rabbit was bleeding and knew all it could do was fight off is attacker in the hopes of being free. It watched as the goblin took position but it had no choice. The rabbit charged forward hoping to scare the goblin into running but it wasn't so lucky. It was quickly killed when the spear pierced its hide once more this time ending it. The goblin competed its first hunt

Goblin Ren learned defensive stike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier.

[User]
Goblin Gird  They came out of the trees man >>> Deciding what to do next /// Day 4 // Afternoon

Gird saw the signal and in almost perfect unison the two dropped from their perch. He remembers falling and hearing nothing but the wind his target getting closer and closer. When he finally struck the rabbit he rolled to the side and away from the animal before instantly getting back on his feet to fight. His spear had found its mark but only barely. The Rabbit that Luz struck wasn't moving and was clearly dead but his still had a little life left in it.

His spear was still stuck in the Alpha but it was bleeding heavily to the point where it would expire soon. All he had to do was wait. But Gird couldn't wait, the rabbit was clearly suffering. To him this was a test of strength. Knowing what he did about the Goddess of death, everything was a test. A test of skill, strength, intelligence, and speed. Every life he took in her name would join her in the Underworld. He could only hope that his gifts were worthy enough even if it meant destroying her own creations. Everything must die and one day he will too.

The alpha was weak but Gird was still cautious as he circled his prey. The spear obviously hampered the rabbit's movement. Once an opportunity presented itself Gird dove for the spear handle. Quickly, the goblin pined the rabbit down and grabbed its horn. Although the alpha struggled, Gird was quick to finish it off with a hard punch to the neck. Effectively breaking its spine. The now limp rabbit twitched for a moment then nothing. "May you join Duvelna in peace as a gift from Shirila. Sent to her from a loyal worshiper who will one day send her many more gifts." The goblin whispered and did believe that all of Shirila's creations were meant to be gifts to Duvelna. Some just get there sooner than others.

As he processed the rabbit he turned to Luz and smiled. "Good job boss, your plan worked out perfectly. Looks like the female got away but now we have two alphas. I do believe that this will be enough food for our friends for the day." The Goblin took his time to carefully pull the spear from the alpha before skinning the beast. It didn't take him long to skin and clean the animal. He did however find himself becoming rather thirsty and decided to quench this thirst by eating the heart of the alpha while it was still filled with blood.

After securing the rest of the rabbit meat by sticking his spear through the tendons on the back legs and putting the spear back through the vines on his back he smiled. "So what do you say we head back to the stone place with this food for the others? They might need some help to fortify that place they found." He suggested to his partner as he looked around at their surroundings for anything useful. "I wouldn't mind checking out that stone place anyway. Now that I'm not hungry." Who was he kidding, he was always hungry. Gird did take a moment to find places for the alpha pelt and its horn in his vine chest wrap while he waited for his friend.

EXP: 20

Inventory: A sharp stone, Alpha rabbit meat, Alpha rabbit pelt,

Clothing: Simple Loin cloth, vine chest wrap, vine rabbit pelt hand wraps,

Weapons: Bite, decent wooden spear, Alpha rabbit Horn

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer, Sharp Bite, Knowledge of the 3, Unarmed Combat: beginner, Rookie camouflage, bloody strike,

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

[Assistant]
Goblin Ren Hunting /// Noon >>>Afternoon // Day 4

Just as Ren surmised, the rabbit charged, one quick thrust from his spear was all it took to finish it. Satisfied with himself, Ren pulled his spear from the rabbit's corpse, he knew carrying all of it would be quite a burden, so he would have to process it here...

Ren was very careful to ensure that he damaged the hide as little as possible while gutting the rabbit; it would be more useful later if he did, he also made sure to break off the horn; as it made quite a reasonable weapon. While he was cleaning the rabbit, Ren realized that the part of the rabbit could be made into a simple pouch. Carefully removing the parts he needed, Ren laid out his new pouch-to-be in the sun to dry before continuing his work. After he finished cleaning the hide, Ren finally feasted on his kill. Finally out of edible meat, Ren got up with a sigh, and began preparations to return to the cave. Donning the hide to cover his loins, and filling his new 'backpack' with all the bones he could fit, he grabbed his weapons and began to head off.

Suddenly, a sickening *CRUNCH* echoed through the trees. "Could that be the other goblins? Are they in trouble?" Ren thought anxiously, sprinting towards the source of the noise.

EXP: 4

Inventory: Wooden Spear, Horn, Rabbit hide loincloth, assorted rabbit bones, rabbit 'backpack',

Acquired Skills:
Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:


[System]
* Age:17
* Gender: Male
* Appearance:He's a tall beefy dummy.
* Personality: Ryuji is one of the gentlest people of the school. He's dedicate, straightforward, honest and well meaning. He is also stubborn as a mule and a staunch pacifist, which does clash directly with the School's aim. Truthfully, he dislikes the school, but keeps from disclosing the reason why is he even here. However, there are still ways to set him off. He abhors violence as a tool to oppress the weak, and he frowns upon bullies. He also dislikes people who think violence is fun. He prefers talking people down, but when left without options, Ryuji's fighting ethic is implacable and vicious, aiming to disable opponents as quickly as possible.
* Backstory: Isobe was born in a rather poor and somewhat dysfunctional family. Money didn't flow much into the household and his mother and father were alternating yelling with making amends to eachother. Still, he was happy of his small but humble dwelling, and he even had friends to play with. The most notable was the girl next door. Both of them had several adventures through the neighbourhood together, and in all, they spent being kids in those summer days. Yet one day, Isobe had to depart. His parents apparently had lost the house and were evicted, and thus they had to move and start anew. Ryuji's mood darkened, and he started picking up fights constantly to quell his anger. It got so bad, that his face eventually became marred with a knife scar when he picked on the wrong crowd. However, when things were at his darkest, Ryuji found a helping hand in the figure of his would be Sensei, his own grandfather, who had been a martial artist all his life and taught Ryuji how to endure and stay away from violence. Ryuji found he had a knack for martials as well, and he trained vigorously. He even run errands to earn money to travel to Tibet in order to practice with the monks there. One day, a letter penned by his childhood friend arrived at his new home. Ryuji visiblely wept, and reading the letter, he found out she was in trouble and nobody else would answer, so she tried asking Ryuji. He thus set forth to the last known place where she was, Shiroyama High School.

It didn't turn out as expected. Apparently, while his friend desired his help,she had actually warped the reality of the situation and she wanted some extra muscle. Ryuji was disgusted at this, but he decided to stick in the High School for a while. Perhaps these people would see sense in their violent folly one day.
* Inherent Engine Skill: Ki Control. Years of martial arts disciplined have honed Ryuji's body (and Mana core) to the point of being able to do supernatural feats. His body's resilience is the stuff of legends, as well as he may as be well called supernatural when performing physical feats. He is so adept at this, he can expel the Ki (mana) in the form of blasts through his hands when performing certain fighting techniques. He can even force his body and mana core to go into overdrive, but this comes with the inherent self-inflicted damage this implies. (He likes to call this technique Asura mode. He's still a bit of a dork).
* Active Engine Device: Beads of Soothing- These wondrous beads, given to him by Tibetan Monks, are useless in battle most of the time, but their power should not be scoffed at. By concentrating and praying with these devices, one may shield allies from harm,
 purify areas or people from negative effects, and if taken to the extreme, heal grievous wounds and mystically repair buildings or devices. Worth noting that these require the user to be still and concentrated, and thus open to attacks.
* Skills:Ryuji's concentration is hard to shake. He is also a martial artist of great skill, like the ones of tales. Ryuji excels in repetitive tasks, and couple with his strong and fit body, he is pretty good at manual work and errands. He also knows how to do minor sewing and cooking, and stand on his own. Given his martial background and size, he can give heavenly massages or even set bones. On the other side, years of conditioning have stripped him of the ability to dance, and he's tonedeaf. He also lacks some people's skills.
* Rank:0
* Club: No one, unless there's a pacifist club or something.

* Name: Kawaguchi Mika.
* Age:16
* Gender:Female.
* Appearance:The right half of the picture.She also likes to be on top. Her actual height is 4'8''.
* Personality: Mika is at first glance a shy, unassuming and fragile bookworm mouse who has a natural air of grace and fragility around her. She is usually bashful and prefers to keep a distance. However, deep down she is fairly determined, bitter and cold. She also has a pretty strong libido, and likes to predate on both boys and girls. Mika holds a grudge at people who belittle her because of her somewhat homely looks or apparent lack of physical strength, and she would enjoy proving all those who think that martial strength is all that matters that they're wrong. Mika also has none of the fears a lot of people have towards bugs and spiders. She would also want to have babies with Ryuji
* Backstory: Mika was born in a rather humble militaristic household. Her father lamented that instead of a healthy young boy rascal with spunk to share war stories, he got a fragile flower of a daughter with a weak constitution and that had to be take to the hospital frequently. He vented his frustration on his daughter and household, appearing as an overbearing controlling father who dictated what and when Mika did in her everyday life. The young girl only found solace in two things. An adventuring kid next door, called Ryuji, full of vitality which was always eager to play with her, and even give her piggy rides when she collapsed; and books. Books were one of her best refuges to her life. But of course, her father had other ideas. He wrongfully thought that that many reading was weakening his daughter even further and routinely sabotaged her attempts. With Isobe gone, and her own mother a subsirvient shell, Mika soon fell into despair, and began to turn into someone cynical. She begun to despise the world, all while keeping a masquerade of goodie two shoes girl. When the battle school programme was suggested at her household, Mika just accepted because she wanted to prove her father wrong. She despite being weak, would trumph what he considered strength with her own bookish smarts.

It wasn't as initially planned, though. The challenge bar was high, so Mika eventually relented to asking help from her best friend. She tried her best to honey the situation, but in the meantime Ryuji had become a goody two shoes and rejected her offer. Now she is likely to try a different approach...
* Inherent Engine Skill: None! Although given the nature of her Device, most people think she has a field of mana draining around her.
* Active Engine Device: Arachne - Arachne is just a bunch of metal strings. However, they're highly mana-conductive, very thin, and deceptively strong and resistant. If these strings wrap around a person or AED, they will interfere and cancel any mana based skill or operation, so long as said person remainds "grounded" by the strings (Ie, with a couple of coils wrapped around it). Mika can also use the strings in multiple ways, as improvised traps, to swing midair, as a makeshift whip, and to dispell mana-based projectiles. She can even use them as a spider would use a web to listen to her surroundings.
* Skills: Mika is an intellectual sort of person. Academic subjects are easy deal for her, and she's always craving more knowledge and gather information. She's good at sciences, including math. Mika is also highly skilled in analyzing situations and finding the best course of action, as well as being fluent in English. As a side effect of her weapon use, she's an amazingly skilled puppeteer and nimble but otherwise pretty weak physically with one of the worst staminas of the entire school due to her heart condition.
* Rank: 14
* Club:Class Rep, Literature Club.

[User]
In the courtyard, dealing cards on a foldable table, was Megumi. The table itself, despite being a bit shabby, stood firmly on the ground. The cards on it, surprisingly, didn't get blown away by the wind. Around the table; Megumi and some flunkies from the 'Shiroyama's Decadent Failures and Disruptive Elements' Club. Lost in some meaningless chatter between each other while playing cards.

Another notable thing on the table, were the stacks of chips. Shiroyama's Decadent Failures and Disruptive Elements Club were at it again, they seemed to be gambling during school times. Some might wonder about a delicate-looking girl like her, gambling with delinquents, but as the round of cards had ended and she drew all of the chips close, it was clear she managed just fine.

Megumi collected the cards and smiled, then with nary a word, she left. The delinquents followed her with defeated looks in their eyes.

"Now...What shall I have you guys buy for me today?"

Yukazu Megumi might not have been on this school for too long, but it was already clear to her she could teach these guys a few tricks.

[Assistant]
Normally, when you saw a cute girl with a radiant, malice-free smile bright enough to lift your very soul from crushing darkness, said smile was not met with recoils of fear and dread. Usually, someone with such a demeanour would be cheerfully greeted by her peers, or perhaps even openly admired by smitten bystanders.

As it turned out, carrying a six-foot tall axe over your shoulder as if it weighed less than a feather was a great tool of intimidation.

Yamada Chie, a girl with the kindest smile you could ever imagine, patrolled the grounds with a cheerful hum, revelling in how totally obvious her delinquency was.

The head of the Decadent Failures etc. Club was currently exercising her influence to the other students, as she tended to do during lunch. Part of her role as a delinquent was to make it obvious she was 'looking for trouble', and an unfortunate student was likely to be bullied a little for some spare battle points. Or lunch money. Or whatever they had in their pocket. It could be a candy wrapper for all Chie cared, as long as it was something she could steal in the name of delinquency!

She came to a stop in the grounds, looking around with a cheerful expression. There was a transfer student that had made a bit of a name for herself, right? Hopefully she was around somewhere. It was part of Chie's duty to remind transfer students who the 'top dog' was in school, right? Better to do that sooner than later. Wouldn't want the newbies to embarrass themselves by doing something that would anger her club members.

"...Actually, wouldn't it make sense to let them make the mistake in the first place?"

As Chie pondered this conundrum, she spotted some familiar faces from her club; Megumi being the most notable. Unlike the generic-faced students that made up the majority of her club members, Megumi was unique. Must've been the mysticism angle she seemed to have going?
The leader of the school's undesirables walked towards the table at a casual pace, practically unnoticeable if one were to somehow ignore the axe.

"Hiii~" Chie greeted her club members like a good friend, "Oohh, a game? Who's winning?"

[User]
— Courtyard —

Tsukada Red glided along the path through the courtyard, looking down at her phone to watch again the final, fleeting moments of yesterdays fight. If it could even be called that. The final blows were too fast for the phones camera to follow, something that was true for whatever other videos that had appeared on social media. Not even his skills could get anything useful out of the footage side from a handful of halfway decent single frames. Obviously a higher quality camera would have to be used in the future.

He kicked off again as his momentum faded, gliding on the path as if it were the most perfect ice. Ren put away the phone and took a sandwich out of his bag. He ate while thinking over the idea of spending some battle pints on a new camera. For a lot of fights lately what he currently had just didn't cut it. Around him people seemed to be coming to the end of theirs meals and one or two began sizing each other up, something that Ren seemed oblivious to.

[Assistant]
Another day, another struggle for Isobe Ruyji to find motivation to go on. Yet, he was seasoned in the way of martial arts, he would find inner strength still to pursue such a misaligned path in the current circumstances. Would he persevere? Mayhaps not, but it was certain that all of his being compelled him to do something about his current situation.

He had pursued his training as a mean of achieving inner peace, and yet here he was, in a place that was anathema to his philosophy, a battle school. He meditated again the chain of events that had led up to this contradictory stance. He had been tricked. But he was not one to hold grudge against someone. Those kinds of things could eat away someone's soul. He felt something was eating his soul away altogether, namely the fact he had not started having his lunch yet, wich was resting in the firm grip of his concrete-shattering hands. With an swiftness that didn't quite match his size and bulk, he made it for the rooftops, curry bread in hand. He liked the place. Usually not many bothered there, and sometimes little birds happened to approach him to eat away the crumbs of his meal. It was an odd peaceful moment of the otherwise action packed school.

Alas, it seemed that no meditation would happen today. There she was, the new student who had begun her path in one of the most flamboyant manners possible. By declaring the intention to defeat the leader of the school. While it was a true honest intention, and for that Ryuji felt respect towards, there was something in the new girl that worried him, Isobe Ryuji.

He sat next to her, and unceremonously unwrapped his curry bread, eyes fixed on the newcomer as he wolfed down his paltry lunch. Moderation was also part of his way.

"Out of all ways someone can lose their soul in battle, revenge is by far the most tragic one. Be careful, transfer student."

Was he doing the right thing? He did not know. He suddenly wished he knew how to talk to girls.


[System]
Age
27

Skills
- Stealth; being barely 5'3" on a good day helps a lot when trying to sneak past undetected.
- Climbing; one of Nathalie's favorite hobbies was rock climbing with her friends, whether it was in the outdoors or in a gym.

Preferred Weapons
- Gator Machete 19"
- 9mm Berretta

Personality
Nathalie is a very reserved and cautious woman. Although her inner self wants to be optimistic and find the bright side in every situation, she has to continuously stop herself and tell herself to think realistically. Not being able to get in contact with her family and not knowing what happened with her little sisters eats away at her mental well being little by little. At times, it seems to overwhelm her, and the panic starts to set in. She is a very family oriented and being around other people can give her a bit of that feeling, although being alone doesn't bother her anymore as it gives her time to try and figure out what her next steps are without having to worry about anyone else.

Brief Bio
Born in Chula Vista, California, Nathalie is the eldest of three girls. Her younger sisters are 16 and 14 and the three of them were unbelievably close before Nat left to college. FaceTime soon became their best friend as Nat pursued her education further on into her Master's. Finding a job became all too easy and Nat fell into the typical 9-5 job before she knew it, unfortunately having to break it to her family that she would not be returning until the completion of her education and finding a transfer for her job. She kept a small group of close friends, choosing not to stray from the usual, and chose not to date. She led a simple life and wished for nothing more until the outbreak happened.

[User]
Location: Mall Parking Lot | Interactions: @Belle

 The moans became harmonious. A symphony of disgusting anguish getting ever louder with each shuffled footstep. Rex began to see them, the massive herd of undead, a mobile shadow of unholy mass that grew exponentially with each passing second. He looked in the opposite direction toward the scream and gunfire. Even if there were two separate gunners, he had King. It was a fair fight. The other option, however... He would need way more arrows than what he housed in his quiver to get passed that horde.

 The problem became mathematical and therefore much simpler. There really was no more question. He looked toward the alley that had echoed out gunshots and gave King the signal, communicating his intentions. The two of them moved quickly, hugging the walls of each building they passed, trying to minimize their presence.

 "Come back here! I'll break every bone in your damn body!" The holler was gruff. Rex and King followed it to it's source, spotting a bearded man who seemed frantic in his pursuit. It took Rex an extra second to realize what it was he was after and, by the time he did, the stranger already had her, throwing the little girl against one of the vehicles, pressing his weight against her with a look in his eye that shouted ill intent. "Little rat bitch think you can steal from me?!" Rex's vision tunneled. This was not a fair fight. In this life, he dealt with the undead everyday but today, in this moment, he was sure he was staring at a monster.

 King's growl broke Rex's trance. The hairs on the dog's back stood on end, making him appear bigger than he actually was. Saliva seeped out between his teeth and trailed down his jowls before hitting the hot asphalt below. King was hungry. Rex looked to his partner and, after a moment's hesitation, his partner looked back up at him. The cowboy swung his bow in front toward his own torso with one hand and retrieved a whittled bolt with another, never breaking eye contact. The man drew his bow back, bending the brim of his black hat as the reinforced string moved passed his face, passed his ear and settled adjacently to the back of his head, the bolt betwixt his fingers, aimed precisely toward the warm blooded predator. Rex's eyes then moved from King and toward the trajectory of his target. There were three sounds after that. One was a harsh twang, the other a sharp whistle and finally a single utterance: "Balls."

 As if launched from a compound bow himself, King sprung to action, closing the distance between him and the little girl's assailant in what seemed like no time. Despite the German Shepherd's best efforts, the bolt beat him to the scene, landing in the bearded man's shoulder. A second later, King got a mouthful of what he was after, bringing the guy down to the ground, his gun inadvertently discarded on the asphalt. Ol' Beardy did not go down quietly. The dog's clenched teeth writhed back and forth with an intent to mangle. With the man occupied, albeit noisily so, Rex casually made his approach and looked at the young girl, his eyes squinting before he spoke. "This ain't the type a place a youngin' ought to be wandering around alone," he said, his voice deep and gravely, marked with an accent that gave away the fact that he wasn't from around here. After a beat, he continued, "We best git. This squealer's bound to bring all sorts of attention. Do you gotta place ya need to be?"

[Assistant]
A happier time, Broken memories

A family picnic, laughing and making fun as families do. Molly used to be able to remember the day clearly but now there was only darkness, screams and blood when she tried to think about the time before all this. Probably some kind of PTSD but nowadays there were no counsellors, maybe that was why she'd started smoking. Ha, mom would hate me for it Molly thought to herself, a momentary smile fleeting across her tired face. She had no idea where Mom or Dad were but still she held onto hope they were still alive and most of all she wished her little brother was safe.

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Molly - road - Casey @QT

The noise of a car engine a ways behind her drew Mollys attention.

"Shit shit shit" She swore and paused for a second as thoughts raced through her head. It had been a bad idea to walk up the road Molly told herself, why had she gotten so used to not expecting other people to be around? Too late now it, he, Molly corrected herself was less than a hundred metres away and.. flashing the car lights at her? That's a good sign, the stranger could easily have shot me or run me over.

Raising a hand and full of trepidation, she waved hello.

[User]
Ayla - Road - Alone

Ayla sat there silently as the shuffling noise got louder and louder. From the back room two little girls came out, both walkers. Dried blood around their wrists. In the distance, Ayla heard gunshots and screams. All of these things together combined into a horrific flashback of that day. Ayla wished she didn't remember. A little girl named Amy was bit, and Ayla gave her a bandaid. When she started getting feverish Ayla gave her medicine, called her parents, and let her sleep in a quiet room. She let one of Amy's friend inside to keep her company. When Ayla hears the screaming, that's when it was already too late.

And just like that Ayla dropped the metal nut in her sling. The small ping caused the walkers to look at her and Ayla snapped back to reality. They went right to her and Ayla slashes through the face of one of the walkers with her machete. The other she kicked right in the face, her boots protecting her from the little zombie's teeth. Killing these two walkers were easy on account of them being children. Physically easy, but emotionally exhausting.

The bike shop was a bust. Ayla knew she wasn't going to find anything here so she simply picked up a length of bike chain and left. She could at least try and use the chain as a weapon, maybe wrap it around a pipe or bat to give it extra weight. But now she needed to keep moving. Maybe if she's lucky she'll find survivors, but considering the screaming earlier, maybe survivors were the last thing Ayla should find.

[Assistant]
Nathalie Soltero – Gift Shop – Finn Loughty

After the piercing scream and gunshots, it had gone eerily quiet again. Nathalia kept her eyes locked on the outside of the shop, focusing fully on the direction where the scream had come from. Her mind was so completely engulfed with the possibilities of what might be happening beyond the walls of her shelter, that she had hardly heard the sounds of movement inside those 'protective walls'. She had pushed them aside, not taking them in as a priority since she had already cleared the shop; if it were one of the dead, they were to have made more noise along with their disgusting groaning.

The young woman had moved a bit to get a better angle to look in different directions when she heard something like a voice. This caused her to stand up straight from her semi crouch. Part of her wanted to investigate, but there were other times where she had heard voices as well and there was nothing. Just her mind tricking her into thinking that there were others, fooling her into getting her hopes up.

"Who are you?"

Nathalie spun around, gasping slightly as a booming voice back from behind her. She had her machete in hand but when her eyes landed on the man questioning her, she was able to tell that she had no chance. The man stood at least a whole foot taller than her, if not more, and judging by the sound of movement behind him, there was at least another person there.

"I… I'm Nathalie. Who are you?" Unfortunately, Nathalie's voice did not come out as full of authority as the man before her. She wanted to show that she would stand her ground too, but she had been taken by surprise, causing her to not only lose her focus but her thoughts. Not to mention that she had just woken up a few minutes ago. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I just stopped by here to get some rest." Her eyes slowly looked around, making sure there was no one else that was going to take her by surprise from another angle. Sweat started forming on her forehead again as she began to stress out on how she'd get out of there since she had barricaded the door. 'The door. I closed it off with a book shelf…' "How did you get in here? I blocked off the door with a book shelf and it's locked from the inside…." Her blue eyes made their way back to the man, her voice was slowly regaining composure as she asked her questions, although she still didn't feel as confident as the man probably did.


[System]
Low-Powered.
Age: Since the creation of the universe.
Gender: Male
Rank: Powered, High-Powered(Basically the higher end of Powered, but not quite God-Tier,) or God-Tier (variable)

Basic Appearance

Hair: Jet Black
Facial hair: None.
Eyes: Red.
Build: Lithe, like a panther, yet not frail.
Height: 6 foot, 5 inches
Weight: 210 lb. - 8.5 tons.
Special features: Face has often been described as that of an angel, but one that hides something malevolent beneath.

Combat credentials-
Athinar, depending on the match, can choose whether to purposefully limit his abilities or not. For fun.

Combat style:
(Powered)- Something like Kenjutsu
(High-Powered)- Spellcasting/Swordfighting.
(God)- His full immortal Voidform.

Abilities:
Peak Physical Condition- In Powered form, Athinar has the physical ability of a soldier, Olympic athlete, or trained assassin.

Blade of The Void- Athinar summons a katana out of shadowy mist, which is a plane that doubles as a portal to the void, and can cut through most materials, although at this tier, it can be stopped by superdense alloys. It can be dispelled and recreated within 0.5 of a second. The blade is 32 inches long, and 1.5 inches wide.

Arcane Style: Soldier- Athinar can reinforce his body with raw magical energy, doubling his strength, speed, agility, and durability. However, this only lasts for two minutes, and leaves him exhausted, afterwards.

Enhanced Physical ability- Athinar has physical abilities beyond that of a normal human being, being noticeably stronger and faster than any human, no matter their physical condition or training. However, compared to demigods or superheroes, Athinar is generally average.

Blade of The Void- The same thing, except it can cut through any non-magical object.

Overlord Armor- Athinar can conjure a magical armor that allows him to know anything that happens around him in a 30 meter radius, no matter if it is obscured, (except if it is magically concealed). The armor is extremely tough, and can resist up to 2.184 petajoules of force.

Arcane Style: Soldier- Instead of just doubling his strength, speed, agility and durability, Athinar can triple these attributes, and the ability lasts for fifteen minutes, and while he is still exhausted afterward, it lasts for thirty seconds, before he is at full capability again.

Arcane Style: Bind- Athinar creates a super-dense cube around a single target, created from whatever materials are at hand. (i.e: if on a road, the cube would be made of asphalt, if in a cemetery, it would be formed from gravestones.)

Arcane Style: Sigil- Athinar summons a magical sigil that can be bound to accomplish one task. However, without preparation, the Sigil can only project elemental energy.

Arcane Style: Shield-  Athinar can summon a magical shield that can block any ONE attack. He can only summon ONE shield at a time. However, this shield can block ANY attack, but if there are enough attacks in succession, it can hit Athinar easily.

Arcane Style: Gate- Athinar can open a portal to a pocket dimension, from which long, spindly, gray arms attempt to drag a target into. These arms are as strong as a normal human, and have claws. At the least, there are 10 arms, and at the most, 25. Once inside the dimension, the target is attacked by mysterious gray figures with no definite shape, except for their freakishly long arms and enormous fanged jaws.

At God-tier, Athinar is capable of molding the Void into any form, opening unlimited portals into his pocket dimension, immortality (although his form can be dispersed briefly,) consuming anything less than a God, and splitting himself into multiple selves.

Gear:
A single adamant katana, a physical double of the Blade.

Bio:
Athinar is the incarnation of evil in a distant world, which was destroyed by the ravages of time long ago, in a distant dimension. He was created by a Grand Creator, who set him against Sarin, the Lady of Light, with a smile and a pat on the back. He has razed towns and cities, caused nations and empires to fall, and murdered countless billions. That all said, he isn't that bad of a guy. He cares for his minions, up to the point that it infringes upon his efficiency. Can't have feelings get in the way of destruction, now can we?

Due to his being immortal, his physical form on a particular world can be killed, but between worlds, he lives in the Void, untouchable and almost infinitely powerful.

[User]
Athinar grinned as he turned the corner, and then slid back, readying to strike as soon as the Vampyr came after him. Dispelling the Blade, he grabbed the katana's hand-and-a-half hilt with two hands, and then prepared himself for the unnatural quickness of the Vampyr. This creature would be fast, maybe two, three times human speed, so even with him wrecking the hallway behind, he should be careful.

Listen to myself, planning and stuff! It's been a while since I've had to seriously think about a foe's capabilities! Maybe I should use this form more often.

As soon as the undead humanoid came into Athinar's vision, with even the slightest flicker of movement, Athinar would perform a quick diagonal high cut from above his right shoulder to even with his hip. No matter if the Vampire dodged, the adamant blade would cut through to the wall, sinking an inch into the ancient stones.

If he blocked with a sword, or dagger, Athinar would let the blade rebound, and hop backwards, standing in a stance that allowed him to deflect blows quicker and easier, sword held in a middle guard that could transfer into a high guard or a low guard with a flick of the wrist.

[Assistant]
Once again he was faced with his opponent's fleeing back, this time after pointlessly desecrating a perfectly good corpse and leaving it strewn across the corridor. Adrian tutted softly to himself and then turned his head to listen carefully to each of his foe's footsteps, paying special attention when he fled round the corner out of sight.

No more footsteps.

So, this time he had actually deemed it wise to lay an ambush on the corner, perhaps a pointless exercise after Adrian could have filled him full of arrows two or three times prior, but still a step in the right direction. The Vampire was unsure really why the sword-wielder was so determined to run him around and then try and kill him, certainly the thought flickered through his mind that he could just turn and walk off now, leaving the man waiting for a long time to spring his trap. The thought actually amused him a little, and he toyed with it for some time as he slowly walked towards the corner, unconsciously muffling his footsteps to make not an inkling of sound for his foe to use against him as he had just done. In all likelihood the man would wait until Adrian was within sword-range and then pounce out, slashing at him with that sharp blade of his, that was all it was really good for after all. Depending on how good he was, the blade could prove lethal even to a Vampire, so approaching his killing range was probably unwise.

Then again, completely aware of the incoming assault and with a drawn bow, Adrian was fairly confident he could end the man the moment he broke from cover, while also being swift enough of foot to avoid the sweep of the fairly average length blade. Decisions, decisions.

The corridor turned to his right, so hugging the left wall to give himself suitable space the Vampire approached, nearing the point where he was certain the man would burst from cover and strike at him. He was not to be disappointed, raising his bow as he stepped into vision range he caught a flurry of activity and hopped back one step, coupled with his precautionary action leaving him far out of range of the swiftly descending sword. His opponent might have been able to hit him if he had brought a more suitable weapon, but a two-handed sword with such average length was not the most effective of swords.

His bow raised as his foe came out of cover, slashing downwards, he stood with his drawn arrow pointing at near point-blank range at his foe's upper torso, and his head turned in amusement. Would his opponent recognise he had lost before the battle had really begun? The arrow lay between them, at far shorter range, betraying Adrian's ability to have ended the fight.

[User]
Athinar grinned, even though the Vampyr, by all accounts, had him in position to end the battle right then. Letting go of the sword, and leaving it in the wall, Athinar clapped slowly, shaking his head.

"It does seem that you
have cornered me, Childe of Dark.
Not good enough, though."

As he said this, the Blade of the Void appeared in empty air beside where the arrow would be, and swinging it with an infinitesimal flick of his wrist, he hopefully severed it in two. Making it slash downward, Athinar hoped the Blade would cut through the bow, or at least the strings. It wouldn't do to kill the Vampyr now, would it? Let's have some fun, though.

Yanking the katana out of the wall, Athinar kept the Blade slashing, until he slowed it down, and kept it floating horizontally between the Nosferatu and himself. Staring at the Vampyr above the edge of the incorporeal sword, Athinar's red eyes glittered with amusement. He wouldn't attack with the Blade now, because it wouldn't be fun. However, he did need to get rid of the bow, if it was still intact.

With a slick, smooth voice, that of an otherworldly being, Athinar asked, "Young Vampyr, what is your name? I would know who I fight. Mine is Athinar."

[Assistant]
Adrian had no reason to suspect he was in any danger, save for his opponent's own warning remark. Not good enough? His blade out of his hands what threat could he pose, assuming this wasn't another aspect of his insanity. Adrian's mind worked on overdrive from the moment he heard those words.

If not for his opponent's cockiness, Adrian would probably have been relaxed and confident, unable to react in time to the sudden appearance of the blade. However, thinking through all he had seen of his foe he had remembered the same blade appearing from no-where just a few moments prior. Obviously his enemy had magical abilities he was unfamiliar with, and they could post a great threat.

Adrian threw his bow to his left-side just before the sword erupted, though he had no idea it was going to save his ranged weapon from a sudden magical assault. Rather, he needed his left hand free to project a spell of his own in counter, Silence, the ability which prevented his opponent from using magic or talking for a short period of time.

He launched the darting green arrow of his spell at his foe's midsection as the sword appeared, with the flight speed of an arrow it would easily reach him before any human could move considering the distance between them, and once it did his enemy would be neither able to talk or use magic for a few seconds at most. Adrian planned to exploit this ruthlessly, arrow in hand like a dagger he prepared to pounce as the sword disappeared and his magic impacted on his foe, though he would have to abandon his plan if his opponent managed the impossible and avoided the spell.

[User]
Athinar's grin widened even more, as he missed. The Vampyr was above this body's ability level. Magnificent. Pupils dilating, and nostrils flaring, the Void Lord turned flesh saw the magical bolt approach him. It didn't seem to be damaging, but rather, a spell that would mildly inconvenience him. Still, probably better to not let it hit him.

Arcane energy surging up from deep within, Athinar spoke an ancient Word, and saw the green bolt slow down, as his perception of time caught up with his physical capabilities. The air around him smelled like ozone, after a lightning bolt, and there was a brief flash of light in a nimbus around him, (not blinding,) before the spell took affect. He was now, effectively, superhuman.

Sidestepping the spell, and allowing it to splash into the wall at the far end of the corridor, Athinar, rather than grab the sword, or dispel the Blade of the Void, which was still hanging in the air, ducked down, under the assumed angle of attack, and, lifting up, aimed a haymaker at the Vampire's chin. It wouldn't do much damage, but hopefully, it would surprise him, and cause him to get stunned.

[Assistant]
He's faster now, some form of magic, interesting.

His spell failing Adrian chose not to lunge past the magical sword, instead stepping back on his right foot as his occupied hand dropped to the sword on his left hip, relinquishing the hold on the arrow as it sought a more appropriate weapon. His enemy would learn not to overestimate himself, if he believed he could master the Vampire in close quarters with his bare hands he would be sorely mistaken.

Death Bringer, Adrian's somewhat melodramatically named Viking shortsword swung from its sheath in a vicious arc that set its path straight at his approaching enemy's torso. Though he had made the precaution to approach in a low stance, it would ultimately serve him poorly as Adrian's own weapon was drawn from low at his hip. Slashing through the air at an angle the razor sharp edge would likely pass through the man's right arm and mid-torso, breaking bone and shearing flesh. If it had been a longer weapon his enemy might have been right to charge him, but the shortsword excelled at that range just beyond that of bare handed and dagger fighting.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing just a little over 3 feet tall, maybe 3 inches more. This is Koglan Ironweaver, a tuft of red hair at the back of his head he braids daily to keep it out of his way the rest of his head he shaves bald weekly. His skin is a healthy brown, his shoulders, arms, and chest are heavily muscled from the hours and hours he spends daily, weekly and all through the months pounding and heated steel in his forge, and working at in the heat of his shop. His hands are ever scarred from the times he's struck himself with his hammer, or cut while using awl, chisel or shears. He has a mean white scar that trails down from just beside his right eye and down to his right jawline, from one of the few times he was on the battle field when he was much younger. Keen grey eyes flecked with gold look out at the world. And finally often seen wearing a smiths apron and underwear, and little else, but if he needs to make himself presentable he'll don a pair of leather gloves and a dark blue robe with a pair of crossed hammers embroidered onto the right shoulder.

Abilities: Master Level (for a Goblin) Weaponsmith, journeyman level (again for a goblin) Armorer, previous experience as a warrior in his younger years.

Clothing: A Goblin Smiths Master robe that blue robe with the crossed hammers on it. And a pair of underwear made from deer hides he stitched together.

Equipment: Weapon crafting tools (Smiths Hammer, tongs, anvil etc.) A fully functioning Forge set deep into the side of a hill near to the tribe town. Armorer tools (Doming hammer, chisels, awls etc). A smithing apron made of thick and strong leather.

[User]
Griz had forgotten how long he was squatting on the tree branch near the river bank. An hour? Two? Or maybe it had been only a few minutes and he was too engrossed in observing his quarry for the day. A giant frog. The creature in question was currently sitting in the shallow portion of the river bank. It was rather uncommon for Griz to find such a specimen this close to the village, perhaps it was seeking for a mate? Improbable. It wasn't the rainy season yet; not at least for another month or so. So for what reason did this giant frog appear from its burrow and this far upstream? The goblin had no answer to that question, but he sure did want to eat frog for his meal today. Slowly he crept from tree branch to tree branch, these animals were not exceptionally dangerous foes but he did not want to be swallowed whole and smell like frog spit for Gods knows how long.

Once he had positioned himself to a branch stable enough and linear to the position of the frog, he brandished his hunting knife. He wasn't sure if he could finish the slippery beast with a wooden arrow, but was sure that stabbing something with eight inches of sharpened iron on the head killed most things rather quickly. With a single bound, the hunter lept ten feet towards his prey. Iron met flesh, and Griz waited for the creature to drop dead instantly. A beat. It didn't die. He missed the head by a handsbreadth and pierced it's back instead. Griz's eyes widened as the giant frog began to thrash around in agony, causing the little goblin to clutch onto his still embedded dagger for dear life. The chaos scattering all his wooden arrows around the bank and as the giant frog did one particularly strong buck, the dagger was dislodged from it's back; goblin and all, and into the river. The current was simply too strong to resist against and Griz was swept away by the river.

Deeper into Orc territory.

[Assistant]
Everything hurts...
It's so dark...
Mama, help...
I'm so scared...
Please...

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Griz's eyes shot open just as his body forcefully expels the water contained in his lungs and esophagus. Burning all the way. A violent coughing fit as he tried to remove any vestiges of water out of his lungs. Leaving him breathing haggardly as he tries to regain his bearing in the darkness. Hazy and blurred eyed his surroundings, hoping that the moonlight would serve enough illumination. There were dozens of what seemed to be trees. An odd bush or so. And a totem that caused the goblin's heart to sink to the pit of his stomach.

An Orcish war totem.

A sturdy looking stick with a stag skull that bore the symbol of their god, painted black and red. At the bottom of the stick were stones to keep the stick standing tall and proud, and just after the stones laid the skulls of many a foolish trespasser...or sacrifice. Several were small, goblin-sized skulls. The remaining four were from larger humanoids but Griz couldn't distinguish if it were from a human, an elf, a halfling, or a dwarf. More skulls meant that this was an area where Orcs would find victims often and would be patrolling this area more than usual. "Shit..." He wheezed out as he stumbled to his feet and looked around for his hunting knife. Thankfully, the large blade was only a few feet away from his position. At least some of the gods smiled on him. He sheathes the knife and does his best to find a clearing in the dark woods so that he can at least know how far he was from the village.

[User]
Koglan hummed, reaching to the middle of his table and pouring a quad of glasses with a juice made from some nearby berry bushes. Pouring out a sample for everyone. Siwa had said her piece. And the old goblin smith had not expected any overt attempts at a mating proposal at all. Atleast not today. He sips his drink, mulling over what was said to him just now. He looks at the two other male goblins in the room, wondering for a moment or so, what their opinions on the matter at hand is. A female propositioning another male in their presence for well help with a litter. After a moment Koglan speaks, the old smiths voice rumbling, "Do you know, how many females come to me? It is, some kind of allure maybe, borne from my work in the forge, and the signs of my youth as a warrior briefly." He slides a hand over the angry white scar on his face, "I served Tili, the matron of six litters. And young Biy just the other day. Her first litter as well. But do you know what they had in common." He grins brightly as he relaxes back in his chair slightly, "I'll tell you, they came to me second. I am an exacting father." He gets to his feet suddenly, motioning Siwa and the two young males over to a window.

Outside across the street behind his forge a training session is in progress. One of the warriors had a few of the younger hunters and warriors with him, going over some skill or trait that older warrior felt would be useful for the younger goblins. Koglan motions to them to look out the window, "Here...see...the slightly grey skinned ones there..." Two in the group knelt and listened to their elder. "Those two I know, are mine. It doesn't look like it but I know. But I know it. And though I wished one of the last litter or the litter before that felt the pull of the smith, the allure of the hammer and forge, I couldn't be more proud." He steps back from the window, "You're what...five? Seven? I'm not quite sure. Tell you what Siwa." He reaches up and grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger, the rough calluses of his hands rubbing her skin, "Gain bearing, this is your first litter? Gain some bearing. Find yourself a young male, someone in need of his first breeding. And when you feel you have some experience." He grins, letting her go, "Come to me. And I will give you not just the lay of your young life. But a smiths seed to add to the mix." He nods crossing his arms across his chest, "I have spoken on this matter." He nods again sagely.

He's about to turn but stops, and points to Vos and Brenden, "Maybe one of these young fellows will help you with your first litter. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a good lay with a comely young goblin like yourself Siwa." He nods then motions, "Stay or go. The axe is ready for the next phase. But I still have iron to work for the warriors. I have been tasked with hammering out a set of iron heart plates." He walks to the forge, "Or perhaps one of you three would brave the heat of the forge to learn the art of the hammer?" He looks at them, as he pulls the chain for the billows. The three large contraptions relax and the flames flare behind him. He's already picking up hammer and tongs again as the flames grow hotter and hotter, "Either way, I make weapon for our warriors, knives for our hunters. Maybe you will get one Brendan." He nods, "Maybe." He pulls the chain again, the fires roaring again, "Time will tell, for all of you. Siwa, Brendan and Vos. Time will tell when your destinies come forth and your are ready for greater things." He smiles again as he lifts a ingot of iron into the forge. "I hope I'm still here to see it."

[Assistant]
Needless to say, that was not what Siwa had wanted to hear. Time was not on her side, for while Koglan wasn't exactly about to keel over dead, his reproductive life was somewhat shorter than his actual lifespan, as it was with all goblins. While he could technically have children later than a female could, the odds of conception went down after a certain point. Still, he was firm in his decision. She wasn't going to get anywhere on this point with him.

"I understand. You ought to know that I'm not going to breed with an unproven male, though. Still, nothing is stopping Breden from proving himself later on."

"I'm right here, you know!" he exclaimed, not liking it that she was talking about him as if he weren't in the room." Siwa looked him over, still unwilling to bed him. As for Vos, she didn't really know him that well.

"Also, if you were willing to 'serve' Biy, why not afford me the same favor? It's not like I'm a virgin, just that I've never done it enough to conceive a litter. I have experience, trust me."

"She's going to come back later" Breden explained. "She'll take no for an answer today, but I guarantee you she'll be here within a week again. Probably the day after tomorrow."

"Brey, you shouldn't speak about someone as if they aren't here" Siwa reminded him.

"You just did that to me yourself!"

"When?"

"About a minute ago!"

"I-I-uh..." Siwa had to realize that she wasn't exactly making herself look mature in the eyes of the old smith. "Tell you what, I'll give your advice a shot, look for another male, and whether or not I find someone else who's suitable, I'm coming right back in here. It works out anyway; even if you had said yes, I wouldn't have done it tonight."

"She gets her way, sooner or later. Might as well give in now, Kog." Breden remarked, wincing a bit as his toe continued to throb with pain.

[User]
For a long while, the only sounds that were heard in the forest was the ambient noises that nocturnal animals and creatures made and the soft footsteps of the lone goblin. Griz shivered slightly as a rogue wind hit him in the back. The nights were not unfamiliar to the goblin...but it just seemed that tonight was colder than usual. His soaked clothing was the most likely suspect as to why but perhaps his growing anxiety was also to blame? I mean, who in their right mind would be comfortable in orc territory? Nonetheless, he marched on deeper into the shaded forest.

A couple of hours passed without any issue nor encounters with beast nor orc alike. Though another pressing issue was the hunger pangs. A whole day of moving around and nearly drowning only made the hunger worse. "I'm gonna have to find something to eat soon." He muttered to himself before stopping his search for a clearing and starting to look for something to sate his bodily need. The easiest method was searching under some rocks or fallen branches. He would have searched for some herbs or even fungi, but he had never been in this territory before and doing so would possibly be fatal.

Approaching a rotted branch that seemed to have fallen down some time ago, the goblin used his knife to pry it open and reveal a myriad of insects that writhed and wriggled around aimlessly. Griz looked and scanned each one and identified which insect was safe to eat or was not. Usually, he could identify them by color but in the dim light only made the vibrant colors into shades of grey and black. Rather than risk eating a poisonous bug with no shaman or antidotes nearby, he would opt to only eat the larvae and beetles he found. They were bitter and mildly difficult to eat fresh but at least now he was no longer hungry. He continues his trek through the forest in search for the clearing.

[Assistant]
As the ingot heated in the flames, Koglan stood listening and watching Siwa. He quirked his head to the side and a short smile graces his lips briefly as he watches the shock and maybe even outrage pass over the young goblins face. Like her plans had just come undone. He couldn't help but be a little proud of that fact. The powerfully muscled smith nods slowly, "Siwa. Right now, we stand at a point you will not get your way. Yes I served Biy, it is true. It's not that you aren't or are a virgin, nor that you have a lack of experience. I want to know that you have atleast explored your options."

He couldn't help but boom a short laugh as he watched Brendan and Siwa banter. The young gobliness was not giving a good show of herself at the moment. He finally nods, "Well perhaps at some point in the near future you will return, having atleast attempted to find someone to start your first litter. And when you return we shall speak again." He turned, as if the conversation is forgotten. With a pair of tongs he pulls the angry red heated iron ingot from the forge. And sets it to the anvil, taking up the hammer he uses to work the heated metal he begins to work at it.

He speaks with some amount of effort now while he works, "You will come back I'm sure, and we can speak again of your wish for a litter. We all know that I will not be the only one offering up his seed to that litter. But if you come back, I might be convinced to help you." He looks up at Brendan, a look on his face. It's clear, he's playing hard to get. This look is hidden a moment later as his hammer descends and slams into the metal. He motions with his hammer at Siwa and Brendan, "I have spoken on this matter." A clear dismissal on this portion of the conversation it seems.


[System]
Appearance Description:
Kagura is a short girl with strawberry blonde hair with large red hair bobbles and cerulean blue eyes.
Her hair colour is blonde it is long in length, making it past her shoulders.

Height - 167cm
Weight - 61Kg
Bust Size - F
Age: 17

Year: 3

Reason For Joining: "It's not like I joined because I wanted to. The councillor made me do it. Out of all the other dumb clubs, yours' seemed the most entertaining. I can't wait to bust some myths like that weird american TV show. What?! N-n-no! I don't watch it! What gave you that idea?!"

Skills: Being who she is, Kagura is head strong and brave. She never gives up on an idea or goal once she has her mind on it, doing whatever she can to complete her goal. Kagura hates seeing her friends and fellow club members frown and make sad faces, she tries her best to keep the mood happy or energetic, to keep everybody's moral and hopes up. When Kagura ditches school, she normally visits the gym as to keep up her physical health due to her aspirations of becoming a world champion boxer, she has very high Stamina and Strength, but also can't handle pain very well and is prone to getting hurt easily.

Personality: Kagura is energetic and often gets into trouble, but she welcomes danger with open arms. She often gets into mischief with her friends in the popular crowd of the high school, normally she wouldn't be caught dead hanging around school doing activities, she thinks school is a waste of time and money and could be used for better things. Despite this, Kagura is by no means a ditzy moron, she is actually quite bright, but has many moments of stupidity which can be seen as cutesy or adorable behavior. Normally the cheerful or go getter of the group, she can become easily enraged or frustrated over trivial things, but tries to keep calm in serious situations. She can be stubborn and rude, but it's just a part of her Tsudere nature. She loves to play around a lot and is a bit on the rough side.

Biography: Kagura stems from a very cultured and prideful family, to which she despises beyond all belief. She prefers to mess around and have fun, doing what she wants and not what others tell her to do or how to behave. Despite the constant flow of culture being forced upon her, she normally breaks away from her Asian heritage and watches programs or movies from America or divulge in more Western society due to her keen interest in it and her dislike of her own upbringing. Kagura dreams of one day being a world champion boxer, although she would happily settle for national champ, she holds this dream close to her heart and takes most if not all of her opportunities away from school, at the gym, or enjoying a stress relief with her friends.

Her parents disapprove of her behavior, views on school and dislike of her heritage, they constantly remind her of how she should act and what she should be doing. To which she ignores them and does what she feels is best for her. Though her parents have never stopped their daughter, they try and push her into the right direction indirectly, by contacting the school, Miyama Acadamy, to keep watchful eyes on her and to make sure she stays out of trouble.

Relationships: [This will be added later on when all the characters have been accepted and will be updated as the story goes on]

Other: When Kagura is in a good mood, her hair will be up with her favorite cherry hair ties. When she is depressed she will let her hair be untied.

[User]
Takeshi walked with his schoolbag slung across his shoulders and his hands thrust into his pockets - deep. It wasn't that he was walking slowly because he was dreading something, but the things he had heard from some third years after he'd already dragged Shiro into it made him a little nervous. He brushed it off though, lifting his head and smiling, offering greetings in return to everyone who shot him one. Everyone was rushing to get out of school or to the first meeting of their club for the year. Takeshi grinned at them all, but inside he felt a little less sure of himself as he approached the door and turned the handle.
He'd asked Shiro to be there. He wasn't convinced she'd show up. Damn it.

Turning the handle and pushing the door open, Takeshi first stood in the doorway for a handful of seconds, the chill of the room assaulting his senses immediately and freezing him in his tracks. Perhaps the only thing that egged him on to speak was the girl with the blue eyes in the center of the room, just finished introducing herself as club president.
"Yo." He smirked over at the girl, gritting his teeth to stop their chattering. He shut the door behind him and walked into the afternoon sun, only to notice a flash of white in the corner of his eye. He couldn't mistake that colour anywhere.
"Shiro senpai. You came!"

The boy finally seemed more at ease, returning his gaze to the president. He looked her over. Tall, and quite serious. He wondered why a girl like her hosted a club like this. She didn't seem the type for practical jokes.
"Miyazaki Takeshi, at your service, ma'am." He offered a little bow, dropping his much heavier book bag next to Shiro's. No doubt trying hard to get a head start on subjects he wasn't very good at, like maths.
His amber eyes behind the spectacles glinted in the orange of the room's light. It almost accentuated their natural colour, giving them a catlike mischief about them. He grinned over at the girl now, only just holding his tongue from getting him immediately kicked out.
"Hiiragi-san, I look forward to seeing how this goes. Or shall I call you 'Prez', Prez?"

He looked down at Shiro, sighing awfully exaggeratedly before moving over to the chairs, pulling one of them out and setting it a little in front of the white haired girl, and another one for him, not sitting himself down just yet.

"And pardon me for saying, miss. Err...Prez. You're kinda cute to be running a club like this, heh. Not that that's a bad thing, but I expected someone..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "...more occult."

[Assistant]
Funny story was that Gael had almost forgotten about the Mystery Club by the time his classes ended. Without any particular goal in mind, he headed down the stairs to the school entrance, picked up his shoes from the locker, and was half-way to the fancy-smancy gates of Mayami Academy, when he realized that there were things to do back at school. Now the question was…did Gael really care about showing up in the first meeting?

No, he probably didn't, but it was nice to show his subjects some kindness, right?

Spinning 180 degrees, Gael headed back to school, marched up the stairs, and walked into Classroom A-013. Certainly, it was a fitting room for the Mystery Club, complete with a feeling of dread and disgust and heavily aged, moldy cheese. What a shifty place. Without paying much attention at all to the other plebs in the room, the tall, handsome second year walked to the back of the room and began to systematically open the windows, one by one, until a nice, afternoon breeze wafted through the mostly empty classroom. Not that it helped with the super dramatic edgy fear-feels that he was still getting there, but at least the abhorrent smell was pretty much gone now.

He pulled a desk over next, sliding it casually before him and then sitting on top of the table, finally paying attention to the other three that were present in the room. Two relatively nameless girls and Takeshi, who was making it painfully obvious that he had only came to the Mystery Club to get some of dat ass. Well, being direct was fine as well...

"Sup, Takeshi, White, Hiiragi," Gael said, with a toothy grin, "Name's Gael Ericsson. Or Ericsson Gael. Let's get along, yeah? And some Febreeze would be nice as well. This place still feels like shit. Feel sorry for the kiddos who have to take their classes here."

[User]
Kazuo Sanada yawned as he strolled down the hallway, seemingly abandoned this late in the day as students had already gone home, or have met up elsewhere for their own after school activities. He himself had just finished up his studies and homework at the library in preparation for tomorrow's classes, as he wanted enough free time tonight to laze around and relax after the club activities. After staying up late the previous night due to catching an interesting drama on tv, he was quite exhausted as the day was wrapping up. It'd be nice to get some early shut-eye tonight.

A soft sigh escaped his thin lips as he rounded the corner, tilting his head slightly as he tried to remember the exact location of where the club will be meeting. After spending two years at Mayami Academy, he still has a hard time remembering exactly where everything is. After all, it is a fairly big campus - big enough, in fact, to even incorporate things that are said to be 'other-wordly': The Seven Mysteries of Mayami Academy. And it is these 'Seven Mysteries' that the peculiar 'Mystery Club' will be revolving around, and is the club that Kazuo will be attending this afternoon.

One might wonder why a young man like Kazuo would be interested in such things that pertains to the occult and the supernatural, but the answer is quite simple: a believer or not, this was the club that interested Kazuo the most. Why not learn a thing or seven about your very own school before graduating and leaving it behind for good, especially if they do solve it, a wish would be granted by the Headmaster himself? It was also a bonus that he recognized some of the members as classmates and friends. And so he approached the classroom door with an open mind, giving a small, polite knock before softly swinging it open.

Despite the familiar faces that stood out to Kazuo, his senses picked up something more alien. It was a very subtle feeling, but still, he shivered a bit. Perhaps it was they way the afternoon sunlight provided the classroom with such an odd and surreal ambiance ; everything within the room looked so...dreamy...but kind of unsettling. Still, the sensation didn't really bother him so he focused on more important matters. Reaching a hand to fix his black headband that kept his long hair in a more presentable and charmingly stylish manner, he gave a small but warming smile to the occupants of the room.

"Wow, and I thought I was gonna be very early. But it's nice to see all of you here." He walked up to the small group, a hand casually clutching the straps of his pack loosely. "Shiro, Hiiragi, how were both of your days? That math exam was quite difficult huh?" Turning to Gael, he quietly and quickly looked the taller man up and down before flashing his signature, crooked grin. Kazuo had to look up with his sharp, hazel eyes just to make eye contact with the foreigner. "And you're Gael, right? Geeze, you're a year under me and yet you're so damn big. That's an international student for you." The boy chuckled before turning to Takeshi, whom he gave a small pat on the shoulder. "Why can't you be that tall, Takeshi? I'm sure Shiro would admire you then." He said that last part with a hand blocking his mouth from the other students in teasement. Though Takeshi is slightly taller than his senpai, that doesn't stop Kazuo from making fun of his kohai.

After the small greets to his peers, Kazuo took one more look around the room. He gave a small whistle of approval. "Yeah, this place definitely fits the whole 'Mystery Club' thing. The atmosphere is...pretty peculiar, isn't it?" He nodded to himself, as if answering his own question.

Now it's just time to wait for the rest of the members, he figured.

[Assistant]
The councilors room was sort of small, it wasn't so much as a 'room' but a shoe closet. Crammed with furniture and small radiator heater. Kagura sat on a really worn out chair and listened to the councilor moan and whine about her activity in the school.
"Tai-San, you should be more aware of your actions you know. Universities these days don't accept just anybody, and you had better pick up your act in-terms of misbehavior, its almost repulsive how you treat your teachers and other classmates."

Kagura had heard it all before, it was nothing new. He would rant on about how she's needs to stop trying to be 'popular' and focus more on her future. It had been the third time this week she heard this speech of his.
"Now, Tai-san, I must inform you that if your behavior does not improve, we will be terminating your education here at the academy."

Kagura shrugged her shoulders, she didn't care. In fact, she was happy to be kicked out, that way she wouldn't be tied down and could actually do what she wanted to do in life. But the councilor suddenly had an idea, a stupid one at that.
He picked up a flier from his desk, it was one about a new 'Mystery' Club that had reopened up, it was under new management. With a crooked smile the councilor got up and dragged Kagura over to the Club Meeting room. Along the way he explained to her, that if she participated in a club, not only would her attitude towards school improve, but they wouldn't need to expel her from the academy. Not that Kagura honestly cared.
Once the duo arrived, he shoved Kagura in the door and waved to the students in the room before going off to do something unimportant elsewhere.

Kagura looked at the other kids. She didn't know any of them personally, only that like, two of them were in class, or at least the same year as her. She wasn't entirely sure, she just knew she had seen them around. With a reluctant groan, Kagura tilted her head up.
"I'm here to join this club, not because I wanna, its just cause that dumb councilor made me. I probably won't even show up that often, so don't count on it."

Kagura could feel a strange aura, it made her feel anxious , but she stuck it out, trying not to show any weakness.