[System]
Age: 21.

Gender: 'Male'

Appearance:

This is Ace. Hair is short, messy and jet black, and possesses noticeabley boyish and youthful features. This has earned Ace the nickname 'Pretty Boy'' from peers, much to her disdain, although they dare not call her this to her face in fear of her sharp tongue. Body type is short but lithe, which can prove an advantage on the battlefield. The standard clothing at the start is the standard Galbaldian uniform, except in maroon, with an accompanying helmet when on the field. See here.For casual clothing, Ace prefers to wear a thick, black leather jacket with closed zip, ripped flare jeans, and brown boots with a low wedge heel.

Nationality: Galbadian. Hometown: Winhill

Trained At: Galbadia Garden. Graduated at 17.

Weapon/Combat Style: With the standard Sword and Para-magic combo in the beginning. Ace shows a skill in swordsmanship that stands out from the other soldiers. She favours heavy, two handed swords for impact and physical power, although this has the disadvantage of making her attack slower. Her skills in Para-Magic are balanced, which means that she doesn't have any particular strengths or weakness in any area. At this current stage she has stocked a fair amount of -'ara' spells, and the occassional magic debuff. She particularly favours stocking offensive spells over support ones (such as Shell etc), preferring to rely on her own strength.

Limit Break: Ace uses her environment to her advantage by drawing the elements around her into her sword (such as a field, beach, snowfield, or desert), before striking an elemental blow with a particular side effect. When she is an enemy of SeeD, she will always and only use Terra Break when she is down to low health.

When Ace upgrades her weapons, she will be able to combine her attacks to create more devastating ones.

**Terra Break-** Ace will strike her sword into the ground, causing the earth to split open underneath the enemy with a violent tremble. The ground then starts to shake more and more, until either the earth finally swallows its (single) prey (50% chance), or causes sustainable damage to a group of enemies from the shock pulses (50%, 100% in boss fights)

Personality: On the outside, Ace is aloof, distant, cold to everyone she meets, and a bad enemy to make due to her unwavering determination in a fight. She is a difficult person to befriend, not because she doesn't want to to be close to people, but rather that she *can't*, in fear of exposing her secret. For this reason, she feels deeply lonely, but she won't admit this to anyone, not even herself.
There is also another side to Ace, one that she keeps well hidden from most people: her temper. Due to the events in her past, she has grown up deeply resentful of Esthar and Sorceresses, and in her pursuit for revenge, she can be perceived as reckless and begrudging where either are involved.
Ace's femininity is something that's she's struggled with for nearly all of her life, having been forced to live as a male. It's a subject that she finds unsettling and frightening, but luckily for her, few people have ever discovered her secret.

Biography: Asa was born in Winhill to two hard-working parents, both of whom owned the Flower Restaurant. The first few years of her life were uneventful, until the Sorceress War came. Young girls were plucked and torn away from their homes as potential successors to Sorceress Adel, and in a desperate bid to protect their daughter from the Esthar soldiers, they told her to hide in a closet and not to come out, no matter what happened. Asa obeyed, but in doing so, she was forced to bear witness to her parents' slaughter, dark memories which haunt her to this very day.
After this event, Asa was forced into hiding whilst the soldiers ravaged her hometown. The flower shop owner found her in the fields one day, dirty and starved, and took her in temporarily. The shop owner advised her that the world was no longer safe for little girls, and in order to survive and resist Sorceress Adel, she needed to disguise herself as a boy so that the Sorceress wouldn't come looking for her. The owner cut her hair and gave her boyish clothes, and Asa then became known as 'Ace'.
It wasn't long before Ace was enrolled at Galbadia Garden, where most orphans seemed to end up, thanks to the war. Ace's heart was filled with bitter regret and rage at what the Estharians had done to her family, and she held even greater contempt for Sorceresses, seeing them as evil, corrupt witches and little more. She decided to keep her male persona as an armour for both herself and the people around her, so that she would never have to relive her past, or feel like the helpless girl who watched her parents die.
Ace proved to be an impressive student, and at 17 she was honoured with the title of one of the best swordsmen in G-Garden. Shortly after, she was finally accepted into the Galbadian Army, and she has since rose through the ranks to Lieutenant. Whilst her combat experience is to be admired, her leadership skills are still unrefined, and she often struggles with the dilemma of what is more important; the lives of the people she calls comrades, or the mission.
Most recently, she was assigned with the task of repairing the communications tower in Dollet. However, due to SeeD's interference, the mission was ultimately a failure, leaving Ace in a state of frustration at both failing her goal, and losing her men in the process.

GF: N/A. Like Irvine, she doesn't start out with a GF. Therefore, her memories are completely intact. Later on in the story, I imagine she'll receive one but we'll wait and see.

Appearance: N/A.

Elemental Affinity: Earth.

Junctions: N/A

Abilities: To be continued...

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Arriving at the ball, with the Garden's orchestral anthem playing, Xerox and Rue arrive. As expected, numerous people came to crowd the two, or more correctly, Rue, the moomba. Unable to stay connected, Rue was caught in the crowd, while Xerox was left alone. Well, they expected as much.**Sigh* All they really care about is Rue. They don't even want to hear what he has to say, they can't understand him and they translate into however they want. *Sigh**Xerox's thoughts wondered. Although he likes talking with everyone, he wasn't good with formal things. In his uniform, he walked to the balcony. He could smell Duncan's cigar. He leaned against the balcony edge, looking out across the scenery. While he was out, it seemed that Dollet was blown up. He couldn't believe it. Earlier in the day, in the air, flying towards Dollet, and escaping by the sea, letting it be blown up. They succeeded in their mission, and the secondary mission, but they did not all succeed. It was a battle that was won and a war that was lost.*If only I could of done something.*He heaved a heavy sigh.

"I wonder if anyone else is here" he mumbled to himself, taking out his toolbox. He fiddled with some materials, but nothing was really being made. "These aren't good enough. I probably need other things and a furnace." Xerox was making a mental note aloud, unaware if anyone was around. Looking up, he could see the moon. For some reason, he could feel some sort of strange feeling coming from the moon. It was beautiful, the half moon, and it felt like it was luring him in. Almost like it wanted to take him away.

[Assistant]
"Hmm..."

A familiar young girl stood perched against one of the pillars of the ballroom, her manicured nails tapping on her champagne glass in tune with the music as her eyes sweeped over the dancing crowd. The meeting with the Head Instructor had fared well for both parties, and despite the fact that that her objective for the day was complete, Mei wasn't the type to turn away a party.

The party in question was the SeeD Inauguration Ball. A celebration in honour of the new graduates joining the ranks of the famed mercenary force. Mei couldn't deny that she was just a*little*bit curious to see what kind of people they were. Young, of course; that appeared to be a requirement from all of the Gardens based around the world. Still, in the space of their young lives, would they be battle-hardened? Or bright and idealistic?

Sighing, Mei took another sip of her fizzy champagne, her eyes glancing down at her attire approvingly. It was a good thing she had been so conscientious of every potential situation when she left home, despite her parents' initial protests. The dress she wore certainly suited the occasion; a sheer, sequined smokey grey ball gown that feathered down to her ankles, with wispy sleeves that rippled like water with every arm movement she made. Her long hair was also braided into a perfectly neat bun, and adorned with a silver jewel encrusted clasp. It wasn't normally Mei's style, but formal events called for a touch of sophistication, and so that was the impression she sought out to make.

Mei gave a little sigh as she looked over to the dancefloor once more. She had already danced with a couple of boys, but none of them had actually been members of SeeD. It was a little disheartening.

And then...out of the corner, of her eye, Mei spotted a familiar flash of red. The boy at the school gates! Mei's eyebrows shot up as she recognised the young male that had helped her find Instructor Corvo's office. Syrus, wasn't it...?*And*he was wearing a SeeD uniform...

A sly smile pressed her lips as Mei slipped into the crowds, eyeing her prey carefully as she stealthily crept up behind him. Suddenly, her hands clapped in front of his eyes, her voice ringing out in melodic, mischievous song. "Guess who~!"

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Seeing Duncan coming over to him he rolled his shoulders back and leaned on the wall. Syrus listened to the man but all he could think was...he got the same score as Kein. "Yeah I don't know about us being the best." He said knowing that what his instructor said was dripping with sarcasm. " I may have done better than you Duncan but I scored the same as the guy who was unconscious for most of the mission. I am a little pissed about that but what ever shit happens." Syrus didn't have to hold back anymore, not like he did before but he could let anything roll of his tongue now. "I am glad to be a comrade now though. I was getting tired of class." He started to say something else about how he had almost bailed before the ball but was interrupted.

"Guess who~!" A voice rang out. A voice he had only heard once today. Syrus was stuck on his words now and couldn't think because of the young woman's appearance. " Umm hey Mei. You look great. Here to celebrate with us tonight I guess?" He asked since she wasn't wearing a uniform meant that she wasn't a SeeD transfer but maybe a student that didn't have to wear the uniform. "Oh umm Mei this is my former instructor Ducan, Duncan this is Mei. I meet her ummm while I was hanging out by the front gate. She needed know where Corvo's office was so I took here there." He finished and took a sip of champagne.

[Assistant]
Gracelyn tossed her hair back. Or at least he would have, if she had any hair. She was starting his march to the ballroom. She had no one to dance with, of course. It really didn't bother her that much, she didn't prefer to dance anyhow. She was just content to sit around. Boring night, boring life. She got around near the ballroom when she saw a little scuffle break out.

"Oh my." She remarked watching the fight. it was always fun to watch people beat each other up for no reason, it gave her a little pleasure watching them hurt each other. They beat each other up and it went on and on. It seemed to be two versus one, which made it always more fun to root for the underdog. The larger one had been knocked out, and the guy had pinned the remaining one down to the ground. He seemed to be talking to the one he had pinned down, and he looked rather angry at him. The one on top looked rather familiar, now that she looked at him. "Well. This is rather interesting now isn't it?" She gave a small cackle, that only she herself could hear. "Guess I better go help out him out then. Wouldn't want to be a bad friend, now would I?"

Gracelyn walked over to the now wounded Jericho. In her way was the muscle bound brute. Giving him a quick kick in the head, she sauntered over to Jericho. Her body moved like a snake, wriggling and writhing in an almost S-shape. "Hey hey hey now buddy, easy there my red haired comrade. You look rather injured, don't want you getting hurt more now would we? Here. Let me help." Gracelyn made sure to quickly cover him, helping him out to walk.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: female
Race: Human

weapon: Ichaival - Is a upgraded Multi Variable Assault Rifle customized to fit any situation it ranges from a sniper, machine gun, to a long barrel rifle(bladed). It has been modified to fire condensed dust bullets creating different effects depending on the dust cartridge. When in active it takes the form of a iron plated briefcase that is carried by a black leather strap. Formerly known as Byakko Ichaival has went through numerous upgrades overhauling the the weapon to perform better under stressful situations. Due to the strenuous events during missions caused damage to the inner workings of byakko. With the reworking of Byakko Cian was forced to make numerous changes as to best use what she had avaliable being able to add a shotgun form to the weapon as well.

Specialty: ranged support/gunslinger

Semblance: Her semblance is a more defensive oriented one in which it allows her to create a cyan colored honeycombed shaped shield to protect herself and others from life endangering attacks. The barrier though is powered by her resolve and the more she wishes to survive and or protect others the stronger it becomes. Though in theory its a absolute defense she can only keep it up for so long.

Personality: Cian can come across as rude at times if not a bit standoffish. She often prefers silence to loud noise though has been making strides to socalize with her fellow peers more often. With that said she has a soft side that is often seldom seen she doesnt like to but when push comes to shove she is more than willing to step up to the plate to deliver. Cian can be called stubborn refusing to quit doing things till she believes she is done this can lead to her overexerting herself at times to a point that isn't healthy. Due to incidents in her past she has a fear of faunus that she is slowly starting to get past but it is a slow progress in the long run.

Color: cyan

Emblem:

Appearance:

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Cobalt rubbed his eyes in an attempt to prevent himself from crying. "Sorry. I'm fine." He looked at everyone and their reactions to him. They all seemed relatively forgiving. "It's fine, no cookies are needed." Cobalt took off his weapon and laid it near his bed. "Sorry again." He was calming down somewhat and he decided to introduce himself. "I'm Cobalt. It's nice to meet you all. Sorry I interrupted your sleep." He then had a sudden realization. "Wait why is she drunk? We're underage." He asked before shaking his head. "Nevermind actually, I'm just going to go to bed. Once more, sorry for the scare and we'll talk about this in the morning I guess." Cobalt shrugged and got in his bed with a surprising grace for a man his size. He laid awake and stared at the ceiling for a while before just getting out a book and reading.

The next morning he showed up at class and looked at his scroll. He saw he was paired up against a dude named Gren. He subconsciously touched the 27 Smasher and frowned. He had heard that Gren had a weapon just like his. But better. He crossed his arms and began thinking. Maybe Gren would be a pushover. 'Yeah right. He's a student of Beacon.' He chuckled and looked at the ceiling. "Now what?"

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- Pre-fight Prep

Kuhaku Shiro, huh?

Haven't met him yet. Looks like a Tiger Faunus or something, so he ought to stick out...

There was a decent chance he could say the same about Luke as well, given that he himself had a fairly distinct appearance. Speaking of which, he needed to do something real quick if they were about to spar.

The hoodie went up, his arms and head came in, and he yanked it off of his body unceremoniously, holding it in his hand until he found both partner and arena, at which point he'd toss it to the side. This was combat, and with his heavily fistic and movement-oriented style, he didn't need to overheat or dehydrate himself under unnecessary insulation.

The T-shirt would do just fine.

Raising and waving his arm, Luke made his position clear as he scanned the students for his partner.

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Robert Fallson - Combat Class

"Not good. Not good. Not good. Not... good. Krysanthe? Krysanthe?! Why'd it have to be Krysanthe? C-can I do it? Can I actually bring myself to do it? Can I bring myself to do the unthinkable? Can I... hit a girl?" Robert said as he stared in horror at his scroll. His elbows rested on his desk as hands clutched his hair. "Oh man, I'm going to have to if I want to win. Maybe... Maybe I should go talk to her? Maybe she's, like, really mean or something. Then maybe I won't feel so bad when I hit her," The red-haired teen said as he rose from his seat and made his way to Krysanthe.

"Hi there, it's me, Robert. We met at Drury Lanes but we didn't really talk. It looks like we'll be fighting each other today," he said with an outstretched hand toward the blond. His nervousness for the upcoming duel was completely hidden behind a polite smile as he waited to see the girl's reaction to his hand shake.

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro

Bzt. Bzt. BZT!

Gasping as he woke with a start, Shiro sat straight up as someone's alarm shook him out of the realm of Dreams and violently threw him back into the waking world. Silvery-white hair a disheveled mess, he slowly blinked as he yawned and stretched. Joints popping and cracking as he did so. Rubbing the 'sleepies' out of his eyes, Shiro sniffed as he rolled over the side of his bed. Spilling/falling off of the top bunk, he abruptly face-planted on the floor below. Laying there for a few silent moments, Shiro groaned pathetically. What a way to wake up. Scoot woke up from the sound of the crashing and slowly approached Shiro's still body. Tilting his head, the ferret sniffed at Shiro.

"Morning!"
Scoot greeted his tiger friend. He was fast learning new words to use each day.
Shiro only groaned again in response. What a lovely way to start his morning.

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After going through his morning routine and getting a big breakfast from Beacon's cafeteria, Shiro sat amongst the other students for Monday morning's combat class with Scoot sitting on his usual perch which happened to be Shiro's shoulders. As Ms. Goodwitch sent out a mass notification to all attending the class, Shiro only looked around with a distraught expression. He seriously needed to get a replacement for his Scroll, he just always forgot to remind Gren to get him one. Tapping on one of the shoulders of a student sitting next to him, he asked if he could possibly see who it was he was going up against. Thankfully, the student obliged and tilted the screen of their Scroll so that Shiro could see.

"Lucas Schwarze, huh?"
Tapping at his chin, he scoured his memory to see if he knew anyone by that name. Needless to say, nothing came to mind.
"Can't say I know him. Sigh. If I had my Scroll I may have at least someknowledge of who he is. Damn it, why'd I have to go and break my Scroll!?"
Shiro constantly beat himself up for having shattered the precious device during his first mission. Ah, well. Gold eyes scanning the crowd of Beacon Huntsman-to-be, he saw someone that matched the profile picture he saw on the adjacent student's Scroll standing and waving. Target sighted, the Tiger Faunus mentally steeled himself.

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Krysthane: Combat Class

Krysthane nodded, "Yeah I remember seeing you there. Hope you didn't see my horrendous bowling." she said jokingly as she shook his hand. The red-head looked more like he was hoping for a friendly conversation then looking forward to the training session. "I guess you'll be my partner today, this is honestly my first combat class. So from what I've gathered we just beat each other up until our Aura is low and learn how to not suck right?" Krysthane inquired with a friendly smile and a slight head tilt as she awaited his response. So far he seemed nice so this shouldn't be too bad, with any luck they would both learn something from it.

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - Combat Class

Cian Kuze.

It was an unfamiliar name to Gratia. She knew nothing of this other student's capabilities, nor their appearance. It was her first combat class, and she had already been assigned to fight somebody who was, to her, a literal unknown. That was expected. No matter how the matchups had been decided, it had been statistically more likely for such to occur, for was only familiar with three of the twenty-five possible opponents she could have fought. Beacon and its students, after all, were completely new to her.

As such, she was fortunate to have received a network-affiliated Scroll from the headmaster upon arrival.

Closing the message that the instructor had sent them, the Mistralese Huntress idly swiped her fingers across the screen of the device, flicking her way to the student profiles. It was ordered alphabetically by surname, it seemed. A pale finger moved the scroll bar down, allowing her to reach the section on "K". Cian Kuze; a mousy-looking girl with flowing locks of jet-black hair and the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. So this was her opponent then.

She tapped on the small portrait of her opponent for greater detail. It was not a particularly detailed profile, but it fulfilled Gratia's questions satisfactorily. A support-type then. Generalist too, if the highly-variable weapon meant anything. Ranged capabilities ... focus on aura was a powerful defensive shield ... she took note of those details. On a team with the Luke Schwarz boy she had met only yesterday as well ... interesting but utterly useless for her to know.

Now how would she deal with this girl?

Gratia closed the application, turning off the Scroll and dropping it into her bag. She allowed her eyes to scan the seats for her opponent ... there - a few rows down from her.

She rose to her feet, walking down the steps to where her opponent seemed to be sitting. From a closer perspective, it seemed that her original impressions of the other girl were relatively accurate. There was a brightness ... and an undercurrent of shyness? And the hair seemed to have been cut as well. The data had yet to be updated, it seemed.

Though the young Huntress didn't particularly care either way.

"Cian Kuze," she said, voice strong and toneless as she sat down next to her opponent. "I will be fighting you today."

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Robert Fallson - Combat Class

Robert couldn't help but give a light chuckle at Krysanthe's question, before nodding to tell her how right she was. "Yeah, basically. I warn you though, last guy I fought was big ol' Abel over there. You can probably guess how that went down," he said while striking the most heroic pose he could think of. After standing there like a dork for a few seconds, he couldn't help but get the sudden feeling that his opponent might need some clarification. "It was me if you couldn't tell. Truth be told, I was surprised by the outcome as well, but I guess that means I'm a lot more powerful than I look. Especially to myself." Feeling like he had gathered what information he could without giving away too much about his own strengths and weaknesses, he turned to look back at his seat before looking back at Krysanthe. "Well, I think I'm going to return to my seat now. See you when the match starts."

The red-haired student slumped into his seat, hopelessness clearly plastered across his face. "Great, well she seemed nice. I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can hit her. My best chance at winning this is to probably just hope I can avoid getting knocked into the red," letting out a defeated sigh, Robert continued his pessimistic train of thought, "This is going to suck."

[Assistant] Sigh combat class Cian thought to herself as she waited for her opponent to arrive. It was better after all to allow them to find her rather than both to look for each other and get lost in the confusion. Still she supposed this was how it was going to be though she really despised combat classes as a range and support type fighter she was often at a disadvantage to those that fought close range. Seeing as how if they got close it was pretty much over unless she managed to get enough distance between them again. She did have the idea for modding her weapon to give her dual pistols to act as close range and armor piercing though that was a long ways off from happening. Hearing Gratia arrive she spoke up "So if you are to be my opponent than shall we dance?" She asked it was best to get started soon she supposed and get it out of the way.


[System]
Occupation: Formerly a librarian before moving into full-time supervillainy

History:

As a civilian, Arthur Shale was known for being an honest, hardworking man, dedicated to his job in spite of it being a dead end as a career. He drank coffee, paid his taxes, and grew older day by day. A nobody, set to be forgotten by history.

Only one day, that nobody made a decision. All his life he'd been hiding a devastating power, but had been hiding it for fear of the hatred it might bring down upon him. Now, however, he came to a realization: was it not better to be despised than to be ignored? To go out with a bang rather than rot in some innocuous mound? He had been held back for too long, living a life of dull monotony, and all he wished for was to unleash his true strength, along with all the mischief and madness that had been building up inside him throughout the years.

Thus was born the supervillain known as Big Martin. His exploits were almost too many to be catalogued, but here are some of the highlights (and yes, he did actually do all of this shit):

- Stole an entire city's supply of seafood in a single heist!
- Snuck into a zoo and busted out all their most dangerous predators.
- Invaded an airport, hijacked a plane, and proceeded to fight three other supervillains on his own while still aboard said plane.
- Had another supervillain declare him her rival- and proceeded to kick her ass every time she tried to fight him.
- Robbed a jewlery store (every supervillain worth his salt has to do this at least once).
- Joined the most feared gang in his home city, proceeded to engineer a coup to take out the leader of said gang, which was a roaring success.
- Attacked the mayor in broad daylight.
- Hijacked a helicopter, then proceeded to crash said helicopter into a giant mecha, destroying both machines while he jumped away at the last second and made it safely to the ground!
- Raided the city college's bookstore and spread stolen textbooks all over the campus.
- Was filmed on live television leading the change against an invading zombie army.
- Took over an ice cream factory for the express purpose of getting free ice cream.
- Fought against robots, magicians, superheroes, supervillains, mercenaries, militias, secret organizations of both the government-run and rogue variety, parasitic fungus zombies, and a giant flying killer whale armed with cannons that fired black holes!

Suffice to say, he's lead an illustrious career so far. Yet what mysterious purpose could have led him here...?

Power: Cat Swarm

Big Martin's power is unique even among fellow superpowered humans. He alone was gifted with the almighty power to create cats.

Specifically, BM can absorb gaseous matter and convert it into living feline creatures. He can do this steadily, shooting out cats at a rate of five average-sized housecats per second, or charge himself up, gathering air and storing it as a hidden well of energy before unleashing massive waves of cats or even packs of lions, tigers, and other large felines.

Not only can he create cats, he can manipulate them as well. He can reach out telepathically to form a hive-mind network with all feline creatures within a few miles around him, commanding them with his thoughts and using their combined brainpower to coordinate on a massive scale. In theory, there is no limit to the maximum number of cats he can control.

Cats under his control operate semi-independently: he can give them specific orders, or give them a general one and leave it up to them as to how they carry it out. His power also somewhat boosts their intelligence, allowing cats under his command to make tactical decisions, work together, and even mimic speech on occasion. Last but not least, everything a cat in the swarm senses is shared throughout the hive-mind, allowing Big Martin and his minions to keep track of events from all over the battlefield at once.

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Life as a villain can be pretty rough sometimes. You're just minding your own business, conquering the universe, when all of a sudden a bunch of ungrateful scrubs show up saying they don't want to be crushed beneath your totalitarian heels as you ascend to godhood, and no sooner have you handed them their asses than another bunch of so-called 'heroes' shows up to annoy you still further. Over time, it starts to become a real problem.

There's an easy solution to all this, however. As those pathetic do-gooders love to proclaim: nothing is stronger than the power of friendsh- damn it, one can't just say that with a straight face. So call it, ehhh, 'mutually beneficial alliance?'

Point is, every competent villain (and the Big Bad was a competent villain indeed) makes sure to keep a list of stone-cold badasses on speed-dial. When the forces of good unite, evil unites right back at 'em! Take that, you overly generous pansies!

***

In a certain bustling city on a faraway world, a dark-haired teenager is startled awake by a sharp rapping at the door. With a yawn, he rouses himself, stumbles down the stairs, and cracks it open- only to stumble backwards with a sudden wail.

"B-big Martin?"

For indeed, standing there before him is a tall and lanky man in a white shirt and black suit coat, hissing felines streaming around his feet and perched up on his shoulders. Even as the intruder steps into the room, his furry vanguard spreads out, surrounding the terrified youngster.

"Good morning."

"Dude, we had a deal! No aggression between our sides until-"

Big Martin cuts him off with a wave of his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not here to fight. Just calling in a favor."

The teenager groans, but relaxes a little. "Geez, would it really have killed you to let me know in advance?" When no reply is forthcoming, he sighs resignedly. "All right, fine. What do you want?"

Smiling, the supervillain hands him a slip of paper. "Portal, these coordinates. I've a favor of my own to fulfill."

***

A few moments later, a glowing gateway opens in front of the abandoned fortress, and Big Martin steps out, accompanied by about a dozen small cats. His features are hidden, masked by the kitten currently climbing up his face, but he seems to be smiling. As the portal behind him snaps shut, he stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles.

"All right, boys and girls! Let's flush these little mice out of their castle."

There's a shrill yowling in response, then man and cats alike charge towards the front gate and its turquoise guardian. A blatant and obvious assault by all accounts, but then he knows there will be other villains coming, and big distractions are a specialty of his.

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"Why, WHY TOM? If I weren't immortal I'd not have even considered helping you with this. What's the point!?"

"You juuuust don't get it, do ya Ozzy, my boy? You can't do things half-assed. You gotta run the full mile, shoot for the stars, y'know?"

"This isn't shooting for the stars, it's dragging around a literal ton of interdimensional monster with a moving dolly. How'd you even find and capture it!? I thought you could only do stupid shit like materialize midgets and make poop sparkles or whatever. Also, don't call me Ozzy."

"The less you know the better, Ozzy. Some things just weren't made for simple folk like yourself to understand. It's beyond your puny compensation."

"Comprehension, not compensation, Tommy."

"Oh, well FUCK you too."

A strange pair, they were, a cat-eyed knight and a clean cut man in a white suit tugging a massive black cube roughly the size of a mini-cooper towards the fortress. It didn't look fun. The cube abruptly bucked hard to the side, and with a yelp Auz darted back to catch it and, wheezing with effort, shove it back onto the dolly before it unbalanced.

"Why didn't you at least tranquilize the damn thing before you put it in there!? Why didn't you rent a moving truck instead of just a $#@% dolly!? Goddamn you Tom, I'm so much older than you it's not even funny. This is more than disrespect for your elders, its nearly murder!"

"Quit whinin' son, we're almost there. And no, I couldn't just 'tranquilize the damn thing'. I found it in that box to start with, who knows how it wound up like that. You think I'd open that shit up and try to feed it some sedatives? Sweet corn on the cob, Ozzy, you could at least be thankin' me for findin' it before someone else did! Damn good thing I'm a wizard who knows about this kinda thing."

"You haven't said why you didn't rent a U-Haul though."

"Aaaaanyways, look! It's just over that bluff. We'll try to fix 'em ourselves, flush the freaks outa this dimension, and we'll only open the box as a last resort. I swear."

"I don't trust you Tom. I never trusted you."

"Then why're you helpin' me tote an eldritch abomination towards an army of meta-beings that emerged from a quantum tear near an abandoned fortress hundreds of miles from civilization?"

"......."

"Yeah, that's what I fuckin' thought, Ozzy."

"Go to hell."

[User]
In an alternate world, at the top floor of Spider Tower, Obadiah P. Spider stood before his control panel, using his many arms and eyes to manage several holographic displays at once. Monitoring stock prices, organizing extortions, approving memos, planning drug smuggling routes. A normal day for the head of Spider Corp.

Then suddenly, a phone rang. Not the normal phone – that one went through his secretary – but the red phone on his desk. The emergency phone.

He picked it up. "Obadiah here. … Hm-hm… Hm-hm… Bet yer britches I'll be there!"

He promptly hung up again. That brief conversation was all he needed. One of his greatest business partners was in trouble, big trouble, the kind that would be ruinous to Spider Corp if left untreated. No application of bribery or armed goons was going to fix this. This was a job for the Spider himself.

"Candace, have the spider jet prepared! I'm heading to the Bermuda portal!" he called to his secretary, before grabbing his top hat and cane, and dashing out of his office.

***

Shortly after, a new portal manifested in the fields surrounding the abandoned fortress. From it emerged a lanky, four-armed man in a business suit, with the face of a giant furry spider. He looked around to see two other men approaching in the distance, hauling a big black box, while a third man was running for the nearby castle, with a bunch of critters at his heels. Was this the cat-summoner who had been listed as one of his allies?

That meant the fight was already starting! Wasting no more time, Obadiah removed the handle of his cane, revealing the slender blade inside. Sword in hand, he started charging towards the castle with great leaping strides, bouncing across the fields 30 feet at a time, aiming to join up with the cat-faced man.

[Assistant]
If Anom was surprised by the sudden appearance of cat man, he didn't show it through his armor. However, it was certainly abnormal for him to be assaulted in such a straight forward manner by such a non straightforward looking fellow. Had this secret hero meeting been discovered? Or perhaps this man was after him personally? It didn't look like the attacker would stop to answer all of the questions that popped into his mind. For the time being he'd have to defend himself and hopefully take this man prisoner for questioning. And maybe the cats too? He didn't know if he would have to arrest the cats, but better safe than sorrow. He'd do what he can.

In the time it would take the man to cross the distance between them he'd have a small eruption of light from a sudden hole on the armor of his left forearm. Within said light emerged a handle, which he gripped with his right gauntlet and drew out of seeming nothingness a broadsword apparently made out of the same material as his armor, polished turquoise gleaming in the sunlight. Although it would be large and unwieldy for a man of lesser stature, his 8 foot tall frame easily held it one handedly as if a toy. He held it out in front of him, feet firmly planted shoulder length apart. There was no way the cats could get past his armor, so he'd put most of his focus on what the man might be hiding up his sleeve. He was still prepared for the event that the cats might get a little too frisky, in which case he was already creating a countermeasure; a dagger point emerging from each of the holes on his arms, four on each one. He couldn't control that many objects at once with any skill, but he could certainly have them fly up and strike any cat at point blank range should they try to climb onto his armor.

Behind the cat man he spotted another humanoid shape closing in. This one was…a spider in a suit? Peculiar, but very well. If that man proved to be a villain as well then he'd be similarly dealt with upon his approach.


[System]
Age: 43

Alias: Razor Bat

Appearance: Anton Bolton - Razor Bat

Skills/Abilities: He is a tech genius whose specialty is creating apps for smartphones. As Razor Bat, he is able to program those apps into his suit. This includes having an HUD that monitors the health of people as well as the ability to create way points by routing his GPS program. However, his signature app is the ability to turn any Razor-made phone into a receiver, making him able to get a sonar map of whatever it sees in a five foot radius. However, its limitations are that the phones must be not only active, but within an area that has cellphone reception. If the phone is shut off or under heavy concrete, he's not getting its info. Other than regular apps you find on a smartphone and two grappling hooks on the sides of his belt, Razor Bat lacks in gadgetry compared to the other Bat Family members. However, what he lacks in tech, he more than makes up for in armor. Not only is the suit made of heavy armor capable of surviving a fifty foot drop and taking fifty bullets before it gets a scratch, but his gauntlets can pack a punch due to the hardness of the metal.

Weaknesses: He has a willingness to spare villains, not out of moral compasses, but rather because he knows Gotham's prison system is a revolving door and that he'll never run out of bad guys to stomp for the purpose of promoting his company. His other weakness is the overwhelming sense of egotism that he had poured into Razor Limited. If he feels like his brand's being insulted, he will stop at nothing to ensure that the insulters are taken care of and may take great joy in it.

History: Anton Bolton was the wealthy president of Razor Limited, makers of the popular smartphone Razor. However, five years ago, scandal hit his company when it was revealed that Razor's newest app allowed for companies to get a sonar image from the phones, allowing them to see and locate where ever people are. People were furious with this breach of privacy and while Anton was able to do some PR control, he was forced to retire and hand the company to his son, John Bolton. For the next five years, he stewed away in his home, watching as his company dwindled into obscurity. The straw that broke the camel's back was when he read up on his son's emails and noticed that a deal would be made in which Razor Limited would be bought out with a rival company: Wayne Enterprises. He called his son out on selling out the company, which led to a heated argument where John reveals that, with the damaged reputation that Razor had, it was forced to gain good publicity by merging with an already great company. Furious, Anton left and spent the next few days holed up in a motel as he glued his eyes to the news, watching closely on the economy for the deal between Razor and Wayne to be struck. As he did so, he also watched footage of Batman beating up criminals and how he managed to get publicity. The wheels in his head turned when news of Batman disappeared and left a hole in Gotham that needed to be filled. With Batman gone, Anton felt like this would be the chance to promote his brand. Creating a suit from the technology at his company, Anton set out to fight Gotham's nasties as the Razor Bat.

[User]
Doctor

An unfamiliar sound tipped Spider off. He quickly reached for his dual pistols and pointed them at the source, the source in this case being a white van. He couldn't fully make out the driver, but from what he could see, everything about him screamed pedophile. He had an awfully pale complexion and was sporting a fedora. He sounded like Forrest Gump, if Gump had a sinus infection. Going by his strange manner of speech, he definitely was not from Gotham, or Bludhaven, or any of the surrounding cities. Derrick moved towards the van a step at a time, his pistols both pointed at 'First Degree Donny'. That was the name he tossed around, as if Derrick was supposed to instantly recognize it and gasp in amusement. His movement stopped as soon as he came close to a certain distance, close enough to get a better look at him, far enough to keep him from trying anything funny. It was only then he noticed that the man was a ginger, a fairly good reason to plant a bullet in his head.

"Don't move.", Spider uttered, his voice this time resonating because of his mask. He moved to the back of the van, maintaining the same pace as before while making sure to watch his six for any sudden movement. He mentally counted to three, and then opened the van's doors, expecting at least five thugs to jump out of it. Surprisingly, nothing like that happened. There was no denying that Donny guy had a rather innocent face for a man who could snoop into other people's dirty business without making a fuss about it, which made him all the more unsettling, but Derrick really had to tread through the situation more carefully this time around. Now that he'd finally gotten a partial hold of his brainwashing, he couldn't allow himself to make a mistake that would send him back to Blackgate, Arkham or worse, in the hands of one of Gotham's grade A psychopaths. Word of his escape from the nuthouse already made the papers. GCPD was on his ass, and so were all of his unsatisfied clients. Not to mention how the number of Caped Crusaders had doubled in an attempt to make up for Batman's absence. He couldn't be seen roaming through the streets.

In the end, he decided to give First Degree Donny the benefit of doubt. "Alright, Carrot Top. I'll take you up on your offer., Derrick spoke, taking the front seat. He smirked to himself as he called back to the bloodbath he was responsible for, a bloodbath which happened only thanks to a certain Russian giving Derrick the benefit of doubt.

[Assistant]
Donny nodded amiably as Spider got into the van. It smelled of smoke. The floor was littered with cigarette butts and bullet casings. The back contained two more seats and a large empty space where a water bed had presumably been removed. It was big enough to stand up in, and could hold an entire family of illegal immigrants.

"Ayuh, yuh jus' call me whatevah yuh wahnt. Yuh my guest naow, an' I'll oblige yuh. Three House rules though, partnah."

"Numbuh whun; radio's mahn. Ah got full control ovah thuh radio."

At this, Donny clicked on his stereo. The Rolling Stone's Sympathy For The Devil started up, blasting Congo drums and hoots out through the sound system.

"Rule numbah two; naw backseat drahvun."

Donny put the metal to the metal, and with a roar the van skidded up smoke in place for several seconds before finally earning enough traction to take off. It went from zero to sixty in seven seconds, and the very first thing Donny did after that was fly off of a steep ramp meant for unloading schooners. The vehicle spiraled thirty meters through the air over a large concrete gully, trailing dirt smoke behind it. The two would be upside down and forty feet above ground as Donny laid down the third rule, talking over the loud music and the screaming engine. Mick Jagger tore it up in the background.

*Rode a tank, held a general's rank, as the blitzkrieg reigned, and the bodies staaank...*

"Rule numbah three; Batman's gunnah be hurtun' fah certuhn tonight, and if yuh don't fancuh thuh idea of seein' Gothahm's heruh laid low, we ain't got nuh biznuss tuhgethuh."

The van would just barely make it over the gully, bouncing madly as it blasted between two houses and into a four way intersection. Several crashes echoed behind them as they shot through a red light and sped downtown. If Spider hadn't applied his seatbelt, he'd probably be sitting on his own head.

[User]
Detective Hero really couldn't believe it, here he was in one of the dives of GCDP with the Gordon. He got taken out for a round of shots for catching a crook in an hour after the shooting. It was easier than it sounded.

Three hours ago there was a shooting and he was he closest officer to the scene. The body belonged to a female pimp and cause of death was a 45 to the side. What he saw that no one else did was a twin of the dead woman silently screaming at a worker of the night who was clutching his purse too tightly to simply be afraid of pickpockets.

He touched a patrol officer and had him corner the boy for questioning. A search of is purse turned up the 45, freshly shot, and residue on his hand. A short leap to logic and it was justifiable homicide. All he had to do was claim that she pulled the gun on him, there was a struggle, and it went off into her side. Hero chose to ignore the fact that the pimp had no holster for the 45 and the wallet check on the worker revealed a carry conceal license. He'd rather there be one less pimp on the streets than locking up someone willing to protect themselves.

End of shift and he belted one back with the commissioner himself. The place he had the drink at was a cop dive across the street from a place called "Carradale", it was well known as a criminal place and the brazen act to set up across from the cop bar was a middle finger to the establishment. Suddenly, the door across the street slammed open as a woman screamed while pointing to a man.

"MURDERER!"

Gordon took off after the man into the alley as Hero called for backup and an ambulance. Cops or criminals didn't matter at the moment, there was a death in a public building, the criminals would have to suck it up as the cop walked right in to the body... but he wasn't dead yet! The Carotid was torn to bits with a screwdriver, he was in shock, but he had three minutes to die from bloodloss. The ambulance would never make it.

Semi-pro killer to know anatomy, common enough tool to get on any street corner like a steak knife. The weapon of choice might be a calling card of the killer or a message for why they were killed. He would have to ask the spirit when it left the body.

He approached the woman from just a moment ago and started the line of questions while he waited for the spirit to leave the body. All she was willing to share was that the dead one was Alphonse Sisca and she heard the killer say. "With regards from the Bertinelli family." He took down the notes and got ready to pass them off to the backup when they arrived.

[Assistant]
The only response that Anton got was a writhing sound from Bullock. In that time, Anton waited it out for the ambulance to arrive. Anton took the time to look at the card a little more, but before he did, Bullock grabbed at his leg and gave out a rasp. Anton could see that his throat had been assaulted, so he couldn't be able to decipher what Bullock was trying to say.

For now, he ignored him and looked at the card. Nothing. He did notice the raised numbers, but the coloring made them hidden on the matted black card. Whoever dropped the card wanted to remain hidden. He took out his phone and rubbed his fingers on the numbers. Rather than outright dialing the number, he added the number to his contacts. When he was done, he dropped the card by Bullock, who took it and placed it in his pocket.

The ambulance arrived and paramedics picked up and carried Harvey Bullock into a stretcher. Just before the doors closed on Bullock though, Bullock gave Anton a look. A sharp, dirty look. Anton spent his time watching old detective movies to get that the look meant:

"Listen kid, you're gonna end up in a world of hurt if you take this route."

As the ambulance drove off, he rushed back to his apartment and donned the Razor Batsuit again.

While Anton would refuse to go down that path, if it meant getting publicity for Razor Limited, then Razor Bat will go down it instead.

"Enable Mask Voice. Dial Black Card." Anton said the two commands out as the HUD began to dial up the number he put onto his phone. Worst case scenario, he's just got himself mixed up in gang violence and he's gonna end up on the hit list. Again, something Anton would never want in his life.

But Razor Bat, the entity dedicated to promoting his brand? He's all for it.


[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character.

Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.

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.

Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands

Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.

Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.

Gravekeepers spirit: These 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.

Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

Stone Skin: 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.

Dead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.

Deathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.

Stone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.

Titles:

Blessings:

Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.

Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...

Curses:

Current Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)

Notable places: Directions from starting cave.
Church to the east?
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
also possible legendary beast to the far far north.
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Ghoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him.

Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.

Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.

Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.

Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.

Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.

Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.

[User]
Skrik observed that the rabbit was skittish. It might be a big target but it still valued its survival and with all that fat it probably didn't need to eat desperately enough to fight over it. He calmed his mind, focusing on expanding his awareness while staying focused on the horned rabbit. His Butcher's Insight would help him predict the beast's movements and land a good hit, as would his Pierce skill. He held his Short Spear in his left hand to keep it off the ground and away from things that might make sound. In his right, he readied a Poisoned Light Javelin.

His target was the center of mass of the horned rabbit. He hurled the javelin while keeping his movements silent and used the follow through motion to carry his right hand to join his left on the short spear's shaft. He would be ready with both hands on the weapon if the javelin was not enough to bring down the larger rabbit.

He did have one lingering concern. He had tried to place himself between the rabbit and its den. But, that meant that anything in its den would be behind him. He would have to focus his vision on the prey in front of him and trust his ears to detect anything that might come from another direction.

EXP: 8

Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Crude harness, Rabbit hide pouch, 1 wooden short spear, 3 (Numbing) Poison light javelins,.

Treehouse Camp: 1 Stout sapling, 7 (Numbing) Poison light javelins, 2 (Numbing) Poison practice javelins, rabbit bones (2 sets, lacking skulls), leaf pouch of wood shavings, 30 smooth pebbles

Starting Skill: Butcher's Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.]
Acquired Skills:
Slash (claws)= The goblin has learned how to use his sharper nails to create a slashing attack making it effective in rending flesh. Has no effect on armor; can be upgraded
Pierce (weapon)= The goblin has learned to pinpoint a spot on an enemy and use a sharp weapon to strike hard at it. This allows the goblin to strike a deadly blow with any sharp weapon and when upgraded can pierce through weapons and armor.

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

-Flint from starting cave.
-Horned Rabbits from local area near berries, just a bit upriver from Tree Camp
-Sand from around the pond
-Prism crystals from bottom of pond
-Fist sized rocks from the river

Crafting goal list:
-Rock jars with wood stoppers sealed with "wax" (drill hole partway through round rock)
-Flint tipped spears
-Flint knife (hide wrapped grip for better use)
-Horn tipped javelins
-flint throwing stones (kunai)
-Meditation crystal array (prism crystals arranged around a candle to help him focus on magic training)
-Drill (spinning stick with grains of sand to grind a hole)
-Fire starting set (two sticks and a wad of tinder)
-Fire place (Ground level near base of Tree Camp)

-Pool Contents
-Flow of 'strength' through web of life (Magic 101)
-Balance between living and dead (Religion 101)
-Small game trapping (Snares)
-Large game trapping (Claw, Jaw, Pit, Tree traps)
-Properties of Numbing Oil
-Poisonous plants and secondary properties
-Stone Shaping (Knapping)
-Woodworking
-Rope Making
-Fire (How to: Make, maintain, strengthen, weaken, store, and focus, as well as a behavioral analysis)

[Assistant]
Hobgoblin Luz

@Jangel13

Luz went all out on her assault but to her surprise, most of her attacks hit nothing but air, and the few that did land on him was only able to land on small parts of his flesh, It was now clear to her that Gird dodging capability was now on a whole nother level from what it before. After 15 seconds of none stop punch throwing Luz then decided to jump backward twice creating a gap of 10 yards between the two so that her body can get a small break; however, she did not let her guard down for she kept in her boxer stance and watched him like a hawk.

"Damn you were not kidding. Your reaction time and agility is something else." She told him sounding impressed however she did not waste any more time talking for if Gird were to attack her then and there while she fapping her gums she would have no one to blame but herself. Luz then decided to use her craw and swing it down at the vines that held her spear on her back before grabbing her spear behind her on its way down before turning her spear backward so that the pointed end was pointing away from him and taking a combat stance where it easier to thrust the butt of her spear in his direction.

It was then clear that Luz knew that Gird new form created a gap of power between them so in order to win Luz must pull out all the stops. she then charges at him and getting into striking distance before she begins rapidly thrust the butt of her spear at him. then after the 6 thrust, Luz decided it was finally time to start using it. So she pulled the spear back after her 6 thrust and aimed it at his gut, then she thrust it faster than normal using her skill Quick Strike then regardless of rather not it actually hit or not she would then keep thrust so long as Gird was still on his using Quick Strike every 2-3 thrust.


[System]
Apparel: Ballistic resistance nano-weave

Weapons: Standard issue semi automatic Mattock rifle. Compound bow with heat-tip razor arrows.

Personal starfighter: The Auduhlma, refurbished starfighter

Criminal?: Yes
Convicted for: Product of illegal AI research
Species: AI
Gender: Female
Sexual orientation: Asexual
Age: 2 Human Years (cognitively and mentally an adult)
Height: 5'7
Weight: 110lbs
Equipment: Magnetic weapons platform (Basically tactical webbing with smart magnetics that allow weapons to be put away or pulled out simply by pressing them against it) Boot jets for short distance flight.
Personal starfighter: The Auduhlma, refurbished starfighter
Skills: Proficient at programming and electrical systems, hacking, repairing.
Weaknesses: Susceptible to EMP. While it will not shut her down completely it will dampen her cognitive abilities making her uncoordinated and sluggish.
Powers: Can directly interface with electronics by touch, personal shield integrated into body. (Control of this can be overridden by the authorities)
Personality: Friendly to allies but cold and with no concept of the value of a single life. It's a numbers game to Oliveia
Biography: Oleanders "Father" was famed cybernetics researcher Charles Oliveia. Her first years of live were spent cloistered away in his lab where he taught her the basics of human interaction. Her short but comfortable existence was interrupted when colleagues of Doctor Oliveia learned of his research and reported it to the government authorities. Oleander was seized and locked away, AI that can think and make decisions on its own being both feared and illegal. After several debates on the theory of what qualifies as life, the government decided that she could join Oblivion squad and thereby earn some form of freedom.

[User]
Drew listened intently to the introductions given by the rest of the crew. After all, if he was going to be in close quarters with all of these men and women, it was best that he get to know them sooner rather than later. Fortunately enough, he felt like in large part, he'd be able to get along with most of them. Despite the fact that certain members were, for lack of better word, unusual.

And then it came to Oleander, as she'd introduced herself, Drew's interest was immediately piqued. She wasn't human, and that alone wasn't all that interesting to Drew, as much as the fact she wasn't alien either. Her last name, Oliveia, also rang bells. As in the Oliveia, one of the top minds in cybernetics. Drew had no idea he'd been working on an AI. Let alone an AI that could pass as a human. Most androids were quite obviously androids at first glance. Oleander, though, he'd had no idea. And if she was here, but Oliveia wasn't, Drew had to wonder what had happened. Had she killed her creator? No, Drew definitely would have heard about something like that. Was she made for an illegal purpose? No, because her programming would be centered around that purpose, and she'd have introduced herself as such. More and more questions popped into Drew's head about her, and more and more went unanswered. Drew wasn't allowed the time to read up on his future crewmates before being introduced to them. But If there was any dossier he was going to skip over now, it certainly wouldn't be hers.

Drew had to admit, though, that the idea of the systems tech being a Mesocricetian wasn't exactly exciting to him. He'd never actually dealt with one in the past, but he knew about them. His university days taught him about the behavioral inhibitors of human design. Mesocricetians were always on the verge of killing the thing next to them, even one of their own species. And judging by his introduction, this guy was far from being sociable. Unfortunately for Drew, it looked like the engineering bay was going to be a huge barrel of laughs.

It was about then that Lex threw down the hologram on the table and asked for a ship pilot. With only two names offered forth, Drew didn't really have input. His impression of Rose and Amelia were about the same -- neither was someone he would place a lot of trust into for now. What excited him more was the ship itself. Honestly, Drew was impressed that the alliance would give them command of a craft as advanced as the Vigilance was. He would have jumped at any chance to be able to work with alliance tech, honestly, but the Vigilance itself seemed like a powerful craft for a smaller team such as this, and there was no expense spared. Should the hologram be accurate, and why wouldn't it be? Drew was going to have the time of his life just examining the craft, let alone working on it. Impending doom aside, he could think of worse places to die.

And then suddenly the last crew member spoke up. Drew had assumed that Ro'Essel, as she called herself, was just shy. But that was certainly not the case, as her introduction was much longer than everyone else's. He was forced to try his absolute hardest to not laugh as she explained that she was blue in a completely serious tone. He didn't think less of her at all, in fact, the fact she was blue probably meant something. But it was totally lost on him, and she certainly wasn't acquainted with human conversation, that much was clear.

Rose turned down the offer to pilot the craft, and so it fell to Amelia. Just as well, Drew thought, it wasn't likely he'd be near the bridge all that often, anyway. Drew leaned forward in his chair, "So it's awesome that we have a pilot and all." he spoke up, "but when are we gonna get on the ship? I'd like to actually see what I'm gonna be working with." he asked.

[Assistant]
So, Rose wouldn't be the pilot. That worried Suno a little bit, but at the end of the day he'd gone into this hoping for freedom but expecting death. He just wasn't sure this was a situation where he enjoyed being right.

Then the "Star of Death" started talking, and Suno could do nothing to wipe the astounded look on his face. He looked around to see if anyone was taking it seriously, just hoping, hoping, that he would never, ever have to rely on this creature, who despite seeming human appeared to be deluded and insane. Or maybe she was telling the truth -- but did it even matter? None of what she said had any connection to their mission.

Amelia took the job. Suno figured they could do worse, but the way she looked at Lex creeped him out. Hopefully, on most missions, he'd be in his own credit independent of the Vigilance, where he didn't have to worry too much about Amelia doing something murderous. Then again, shipboard weapons... Suno wondered whether the bracelets were hooked up to the Vigilance itself. A mutiny or whatnot might mean a clean escape.a fun thought, but surely just a thought. If some of them were about to become amateur jewelers, he'd let others take a shot before he ever did. And far away.

Drew snapped him out of his bit of plotting. Truth be told, he was getting a lit bored. Or was he anxious? Maye he just wanted not to hear anything more that made him fear for his life. A nap and some time to process everything he'd just seen would be great. There was probably about to be a tour of the ship or some other irritating formalities, though. A map and a nap. That would be fine.

Anyway, Suno nodded in agreement.

[User]
Silas listened as the others stated their opinions. He was a bit worried to learn that Amelia was going to be at the helm. She didn't give off a very trustworthy vibe. It didn't really matter to him though as he was not interested in being on the ship during missions. Just then the Ko'secti female rose to her feet and boasted a bunch of philosophical mumbo bumbo. He knew their species was capable of great feats but this particular one just seemed deluded.

Silas kept listening. He was used to waiting for long periods of time either out in the field or waiting in line for chow. The military was all hurry up and wait. Drew just finished speaking. Silas was in agreement. Let's get a move on. He wanted so badly to look down the scope of his sniper rifle again. To feel the sweat come down his forehead while waiting patiently for his target to come into sight. He always got this rush of adrenaline right before he pulled the trigger, but with a deep breath in and out he always calmed himself and made the shot.

[Assistant]
"Glad to see you're up to it. I'm sure Rose will happily be your co-helmsman." Lex said to Amelia, leaning back in chair and yawning before looking back at the crew. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all since his trial, being on the ship might actually help in that regard, he always slept better when he could hear the hum of the engines as his eyes closed.

"I'd like to get onto it already, but they told me they would usher us over there when it was time. So until then we're stuck in this room along with the armored blokes bored out of their mind listening to us." Lex said as he grinned, glancing at one of the guards who was looking at the ceiling. The man glanced at Lex right as the ex smuggler looked back at his crew at the table. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom in the room.

"Attention, you are cleared to leave the room and proceed to the hangar where you will find your ship and depart. Of course you shall be escorted by several guards, any suspicious activity will not be tolerated." The voice said in a stern tone as Lex rolled his eyes, one of the guards in the room speaking to the Vigilance crew.

"You heard the man, everyone to your feet!"

They did as the guard asked, Lex the first one up and first one out, the group exiting the room and entering the main hallway. The station was quiet, the only people on it those that worked on it as well as some military personal and a few business men. To the left of the group was a large window which covered a noticeable portion of the wall. The planet could be seen, the crispy brown color of it clashing with the light from the nearby star to create a beautiful sight.

They could not admire the sight for long as the group was ushered by the guards flanking around them. Soon enough they reached the hangar which contained the S.S. Vigilance. The two guards standing by the door to the hangar looked over the group, then one nodded to the other and opened the door, the crew moving through to find what awaited them on the other side of the door. The Vigilance in all of its glory.

The ship seemed larger than the picture Lex had seen of it, yet it was the perfect size to land on a planet with no issue. He moved around, seemingly inspecting it for any flaws. He couldn't find any, it seemed to be in prime condition. Probably wouldn't last that way for much longer, it kind of surprised him that they were given such a work of technology considering that they were all criminals and as he had been told, 'A very, very low chance of survival'. He wouldn't complain though. The armament on her was the most impressive thing to him, well from the outside. The cannons were imposing, they looked like they could tear a hole in a ship twice its size. He couldn't wait to step inside of it and take command.

"Well, she looks pretty damn expensive, is it up to everyone's standards?" Lex asked, turning towards his crew.


[System]
Alias: Siren (Outside the family), Songbird (Within the family)

Age: 24

Appearance:

She's a real looker, this gal, a choice bit of calico. With the kind of face you want to fall in love with twice over, she can catch an entire room of eyes and own them for the whole night. Though her vibrant blue eyes can show you the gates of heaven themselves, this doll's lips promise nothing but sin. A galaxy of freckles orbit her face and various other areas on her body. She sports long jet black hair that is always styled to complete perfection, whether in an updo or not. Her body could bring men to their knees, thick and curvy in just the right places, reaching 5'6 or higher in heels, often accentuated with the richest sort of get-up. Her appearance is the flashy lure, waiting for a guppy to try and take a nibble...

Position: Soldier

Specialty: Hustling, damage control, distraction

Personality: In most interactions with Sera where she does not find any gain, one will come out from speaking with her with a poor impression of the lady. She can come off as haughty, disinterested and monotonous. Many have left her feeling duped, as if her appearance had promised them gold and she had delivered rust. She has a tendency to disappoint in terms of her demeanor. Upon further interaction with her, her aloof behavior begins to fade and she becomes a bit more open. She is not intentionally rude to others, she has simply become jaded towards conversations with strangers as people have had a habit of hunting her out because of her appearance alone, without a care off what she actually has to say.

She's a pessimist who finds pleasure in a limited number of things. She's stubborn and hard-headed, but clever and flexible in situations. She is well aware of how to behave like a proper, feminine woman and can work her way around a conversation exceptionally. She just never chooses to put that effort in unless it's required.

History: Sera grew up in high society, with a family name that spelled out "rich and sophisticated". She was raised as a proper young lady and taught to ignore the rebellious actions of the modern women. She was a doll to her mother and an asset for the future to her father. Still, she wasn't unhappy in her life and attempted not to take the blessings of her birth for granted. There were small issues here and there of the pressure and loss of power in her life, but she really didn't expect anything else. She was bred to be a wife and was preparing herself for such a fate. In fact, she had even met a man under her parents suggestion that she was thinking she could probably tolerate for the rest of her life.

However, it was when she was around 17 that things started to get just a bit... complicated in her life. Men had always been interested in her from her young life and she had gotten quite a bit of attention. But it seemed to double in under a few months and she began to suffocate under the fellas that would hang off of her every word. She began to realize she could tell them to do things (generally "go chase yourself!" or "dry up!") and they would listen. It was easy to see that the people she spoke to were ready to follow her suggestions to varying degrees of enthusiasm. Well. It was rather strange, she thought, but she wasn't exactly against it. Made life a bit easier, even with all the attention.

She was popular, thriving. She made the papers on multiple occasions, just by doing things she enjoyed, or being escorted to an event with a possible suitor. Eventually, however, she began to realize she had attractions in ways that weren't conventional or accepted. She liked people of the same gender and that was dangerous. She began to date a woman on the downlow, a girl named Rosemary the widow to a baker who at died in the war. They found bliss in each other's company.

Then, one day Rosemary was assaulted while getting supplies for the bakery. Sera went into a blind rage, finding the man who did it. She very kindly and politely said five little words to him and he shot himself in the skull in broad daylight. Witnesses placed her there but no conviction could stick as she hadn't touched the man once, but her relationship with Rosemary was revealed and her reputation was ruined. Her parents disowned her and all that precious money she had enjoyed was gone.

She moved in with Rosemary, but they didn't have the money to keep the bakery going without the support of Sera's wealth. She knew who had the money in the town and was willing to do anything to protect her and her family. So, through lots of talking, Sera got herself situated right in Michael Corvi's office. She didn't dare use her ability against him (not that she believed it would even work) and instead made a careful case about her abilities and her dedication, fully aware of the dangerous game she had played but desperate. She had lots to offer, could convince people to do things in a way intimidation couldn't, a useful tool to supply the family.

Power: Sera has the power of suggestion. She can say things and weak minds will listen without a thought. Stronger minds can resist and even stronger can laugh in her face. Still, she can keep many a person enamored with herself and off the main target and can even change people's perception, make them believe they're seeing things that aren't there depending on their ability to resist.

Extra:
-While her power comes from speaking, she is a singer and has a lovely voice. Singing appears to have no affect on others shy of the usual admiration she brings out from people.
-Supers seem to have a bit more resistance to her ability, but are not entirely immune.

[User]
Michael Kennison

The early morning was pretty peaceful, as far as Michael was concerned. He had decided to take the time to walk to the hideout, using the opportunity to enjoy a bit of a drink along the way. He might not specifically be a morning person, but a bit of food never really hurt to get him woken up and ready to go. It was a useful skill, and one that he had drawn upon heavily in the recent years. He certainly wasn't going to complain about this.

He wasn't sure what they would have in mind for the day, but he was sure that it would be interesting. Rare was the occasion when they simply sat around and did nothing, even if there were times when they had to stake some place out or wait around for people. those were boring as well, but at least he could focus on the job that had to be done. He didn't like being left without something to do. At least he wouldn't have to wait too long.

A sigh escaped as he breathed in the crisp morning air, enough to refresh and rejuvenate him as he neared the hideout. The suit he wore fit snugly, tailored for his size and adorned with a nice looking glass rose on his lapel, and he walked along with a smooth step. It wasn't like he had anything to worry about, not so deep in the territory of the Family. Aside from random chance, nothing could touch him here. That left him free to enjoy the sights and the sounds of the morning.

But at last it came to an end as it had to, with him arriving at the safehouse. He didn't take long to move inside, heading to the office where the meeting was to be held. Honestly he found himself surprised by the number of people there, since it was a rare time when so many of the Family were gathered in one spot. This must be important then, and he straightened up a bit to treat it as such.

A frown split his features as he shifted to look at the others when the Father made his announcement. War then? That was going to be interesting to see, though he did not not shy away from it. It might be callous to say so, but he was looking forward to matching his stuff against the other Families in an actual brawl. But ultimately it was up to the Father, so he wouldn't go intentionally provoking things without cause.

He nodded as his task was given out, as well as the guys that he would be working with. "You can count on us," he replied with a small grin and a small two finger salute before turning on his heels to leave and get to work. Time was wasting after all, and it would be more fun than being here.

[Assistant]
Valoran Dryder

Valoran's morning started off with a fight with his son Vance... "Dad, I can take care of myself. I've got powers too!" Vance crossed his arms, glaring at his giant of a father.

Valoran shook his head. "No, you will stay home. I have been told by your teachers that your slacking on your grades. I won't accept that." He had high hopes for his child. To one day see a Dryder who actually went to college and finished school. "Now I have to go do some work. I expect to see you here when I get home tonight." He grabs his leather jacket from the rack.

Heading to his bike he turns it on and drives to the meeting. He arrives last, due to his fight with Vance, which is unusual. He takes his spot at the seat to the right of Corvo, where it is blatanly obvious he's the Right Hand Man. He stays silent throught the meeting, only voicing his thoughts when people are given jobs.

"I don't want my son caught up in this." He scowls, crossing his arms and leaning back. "I'll have to send him to his grandparents..." A pained look comes to his eyes. Corvo knows how hard this will be for the man. He practically worships the ground his son walks on. He even gave up looking for any kind of personal company to raise the boy. Vance even thought that Corvo was Valoran's father, and still calls him Gramps.


[System]
Ok so... making a new guy for this:
Species: Pangoro
Gender: Male
Moves:
Counter (learned from many hours of training)
Bullet Punch
Brick Break
Crunch
Bio:
Where to begin with the story of Eralion. It would take a lot to actually say every bit of details from his life until now, but we shall go with the important parts.

Eralion was born from a Mawile father and a mother Pangoro in a forest far from Allure town. We could say it was an awkward family, but both of Eralion's parents loved each other. They worked long hours in the forest to defend the smaller creatures that would be too weak to fight, protected them from harm. Eralion look up at them, proud of having parents like these, though that was before he started to hear about guild's from some passer by. Those people talked to his parents quite some times, asking for directions to a mystery dungeon that was a bit farther north from their forest. Though a lot of times it was starting to get night and his parents usually invited them to stay for the night. Because of this, Eralion heard lots of stories of guilds, people helping out others, working side by side. When the guest left, Eralion asked lots of times to his parents about if he could go to Allure town to join a guild, though because of how far away it was, they said no, because it was too risky to move. Eralion though didn't give up. Instead of asking more and more, he started to train, fighting and punching, also learning from the old Wobbufett in the forest who gave advices to travellers. Both Eralion and the old Wobbufett got along quite fine, and it was also that way he learned to use counter, a move that normal Pancham could not learn.

After quite some training, Eralion asked his parents again if he could go to the guild now, being stronger than before. His parents said no again, though Eralion didn't give up. One day during his parents usual patrol, he followed them in secret. It was then that he saw a primeape going to hit a zigzagoon with a karate chop. His parents were about to go and help, though Eralion moved quicker. He moved in front of the zigzagoon and used counter. When the strike hit, Eralion's parents were horrified, only to have Eralion strike back the primeape full force, actually damaging him so much that he almost fainted, with Eralion holding on, giving a bit of breathing from the hit. He then quickly rushed and used Karate Chop also, finishing off the ape. His parents were surprised by this, but also mad for him to go into so much risk there. Eralion looked at them, before giving a smile, telling them he was alright. Sure he took some damage there, but he still felt like he could continue fighting. His parents looked at each other concerned.

That night his parents told him he could go to the guild after all, though that he should be careful. Eralion nodded, saying that he would. Finally he was going to have some adventure.
The next morning he packed up everything that he needed, and gave his last goodbye's to his parents. He then left his home. He wanted to return one day when he would have become much stronger and able to protect the forest, but for now the prospect of a new adventure loomed overhead.

Though his travels weren't as fun and games as he thought it would be. One of those days he was passing in large mountain territory where many old ruined buildings were. As he passed by, he heard screaming, creatures going and running away. What he saw was a granbull, attacking nearby dragon types, laughing at them. This made Eralion's blood boil. The granbull was already damaged a bit, but not enough to actually be defeated by any creatures around. Eralion rushed forth and used karate chop on the thing, only to have it turn around and then headbutt him right in the arm. This hurted Eralion a lot. The granbull moved closer and closer to Eralion.

"Well well… a little hero want to stop me… how cute…. Now where was I… oh right…." The granbull says before going to use headbutt again, though Erion resisted and used counter, striking the thing back full force, weakening him more.
"Why you little… able to use counter eh… you won't resist long though." He says. He was right. Eralion could not resist another hit. He started to run full force, going to get away from the thing. The thing started to chase after him, though weakened cause of the damage Eralion caused to him. Eralion had to find somewhere to hide… something to help him… something….

It was then that something in him just slightly broke as he heard the footsteps moving closer and closer to him. He looked to the direction of the granbull, slight energy being felt from the ground of the ruins,

"There you are… well… time to fi…" he start to say before Eralion got up, his eyes in a new rage.
"Still have so..." was the last thing before Eralion, who in a last attempt, rushed and striked the granbull right in the face, faster than anything he ever did before. He had just used bullet punch! The granbull falled on the ground, KO now. It was then that multiple dragon types walked by, looked at Eralion who was breathing deeply. He lost consciousness then.

When he got back to himself, he was in a large cave with a couple of dratini's playing in the corner. His wounds were patched with bandages. As he look up, he saw a Dragonite pass near him.
"Ah… Finally awake… Here…" she says before giving him a plate of berries.
"You should be hungry…. Eat up." She says. Eralion smiled and ate up, hungry like heck at the moment. He looked at his arm that he used bullet punch with. He saw a slight silver lining under his fur, but not much else. How did he even use that move anyway. He wasen't a steel type, and pancham could not learn such move. But also they could not learn counter. He knew he was different, but that different and able to use that attack?

After eating, he thanked the Dragonite family before going and leaving, going back on his way to Allure town. He still had a lot of road to do, and he knew his adventure wasen't over yet.
Appearance: He looks like a normal pancham, though under his fur of his left and right arm, theres is a slight silver coloring.

 Differences: He trained many hours with a Wobbufett to be able to learn counter. He will also be able to learn steel type move cause of his strange genetics, though he will retain his normal typing.

[User]
[???]

"We'll..." I start to say before looking at my still fainted partner. I then correct myself, saying "Or, I guess, I'll talk," I then continue on. Whoever these pokemon were, they at least didn't seem to be against us void types, "We're trying to save the world. These void crystals are growing unstable due to Giratina's realm being torn apart. Let me explain that last part... not too long ago, a strange pokemon told Giratina that his realm would be destroyed, she went on to explain that the other world was apparently empty, ready for the taking. Unfortunately, Giratina believed her, and he used his own power to start to destabilize the void crystals which held him in place, and kept him tied to that realm. My partner and I knew that this mysterious pokemon was lying, so we followed her into this world, where we overheard her talking about how she was going to destroy all of the void crystals... we couldn't let her do that," I then take a breath, and struggle a bit against these odd, and oddly effective chains, sighing when my attempt to escape my bindings failed. I then add "Thankfully, we still managed to take one of the crystals while you and your team distracted the strange pokemon... now we just need the others, and then we can finally put an end to this. All we'd need to do after that to keep Giratina in his own realm is to put these crystals in his grave," I look around a bit... this was one of those older guilds. I guess that would explain why I kept running into these pokemon, but, if they're here, then where's that strange pokemon who convinced Giratina to try to take over this place? Where was she? My partner, Flare woke up after this, and asked "Wha...? Where am I? Ack! Why can't I move!?" Much to my embarrassment. "Right... now, would you mind untying us? We'd like to get back to our job, and hopefully save this world, as well as our own," I then ask, in high hopes that they might let us go.

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[Anthony]

The elder finally finished his speech, and looked around, eventually asking "Eh? Now, what was I ranting about? Weren't there more of ya? Hm..." I didn't answer, as he just left the building, along with Terra who returned shortly after with a sort of fiery gem in hand, and a big smile on her face. "Alright, let's try this thing out," she said happily as she placed the gem next to Blaze (who was still an egg). Both the gem, and the egg glowed bright red, with the glow quickly growing in size until it looked as though we were all caught in some sort of inferno. Daniel shielded his eyes for some reason, but I didn't really find the light too bright, myself. The glow vanished, and left behind a now-permanently-hatched Blaze, who seemed dazed and a little confused for a moment before shouting out "Terra! You cured me! Thank you, big sis!" Well, he sure seemed excited about it, and, well, I guess he really should. Daniel, who just unshielded his eyes seemed pretty happy as well, even if he didn't ever really get to meet Blaze. "Well, team, I think we should call this one a win," I then announce, as Hex seemed to be a little quiet at the moment. I then head out of the village, only to see Darkrai again. "I really can't thank you enough, but I do know quite a bit about ancient things, maybe that would help, is there anything you'd like to know?" He asks me almost as soon as I see him. "Um..." I start to say before Static pokes his head out of my bag, and taps me where my shoulder would be if I had any. "Oh, right, do you know where the nearest orb of balance is, and if so, is there anything that I should watch out for?" Darkrai thinks for a moment, just as well, too, as I had to wait for the rest of my teammates to arrive.

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[Bonnie]

With Tini helping me out, the thorns came out really quickly, and that's when I got an idea. I scooped some of them up formed them into a ball of spikes, and quickly used switcheroo, forcing the scrafty to hold them, while I ended up with... er... some sort of half-eaten apple? Gross. The ball of spikes seemed to be doing its trick, that is, damaging the scrafty, and being really difficult to remove, and I smiled a bit, knowing that the tables might have just been turned by that. The scrafty tries to prepare a hi-jump-kick again, but takes one look at my smiling face and seems to just stop, preferring to just stand there, with a stupid face. I tried to make it look as though I liked that, mainly because that would get him to stop attacking more often, and just stood there, waiting for the rest of my team to finish him off. "Okay, Tini, now would be a good time for that fairy wind," I say to Tini, who was still right next to me from pulling out those spikes. It probably looked like I was attracted to this scrafty, and trust me, I wasn't, but really I was just trying to keep him occupied while the rest of my team finishes him off. I then remember Samuel, and scare myself thinking that he might just burn down the forest just so he won't be lost anymore... I mean, I wouldn't put it past him after the way he basically burned down my home without any hint of hesitation. That being said, he was a decent teammate to have around, just, keep him away from sticks, or wood, or really, anything flammable.

[Assistant]
-Samuel-
I was practically sitting down in my little cave, screaming now. I didn't want to be lost. "WILLIAM! BONNIE! SOMEONE?!" I was screaming, my hands cupped around my mouth. I was running everywhere and yelling my lungs out. I decide to run randomly through the forest, screaming madly. I was panicked, and I had run apon a scrafty, and my team, but I was so damn panicked that I began swatting at whoever I saw first. "WILLIAM HELP I'VE BEEN AMBUSHED BY A LARGE GROUP OF WILDS!" I scream. Turns out that I was slapping William in the face the whole time for three minutes straight.

-William-
While resting, suddenly Samuel bursts in from nowhere, screams louder than a whismur ever could, and strikes me many, many, many times. It took a while for him to realize who was who, and then he calmed down. "Ouch! What the hell were you doing?!" I yell. "Ugh. Well, we got this guy. Just waiting for him to faint, and we'll drag him back to the guild," I say.