[System]
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 24
Home Nation: Sight

Bio: Hark was born and raised in Shimmer Town his mother, a skilled weaver, and his father, a guard for the town's lord. He never quite had the eye for art like his mother and he often found himself frustrated when all of his childhood friends were making beautiful pieces of cloths and artwork and all he produced was mediocre at best. He was often bullied for not being able to create nice works of art and ended up getting into a fights. During his fights he realized he had a natural eye for combat and it was almost like he could see his opponents move before it even happened.

 When he became 16 he totally gave up on ever become like his mother and turned his eye to his father. Soon after he would beg his father to teach him swordplay and he found he had a natural talent in combat. He would spend all his hours dedicated to learning how to fight so he could one day become apart of the royal guard in the nations capitol.

 When he became the age of 20 he officially joined the Shimmer town guard after defeating every opponent during testing and quickly rose through the ranks because of his ability to see peoples moves before they happened. He also discovered his fighting ability was not just natural talent and he was an Adept with the slight ability to use Precognition magic.

In the early days of the war a portion of the Shimmer town guard was called upon by the capitol and they were assigned to intercept and destroy scouting parties form the Nation of Touch. He served with his father and they were quite successful in the first year dealing high casualties to enemy scouting parties. However their good luck didn't last long and soon it seamed the scouting parties always knew how to avoid them or even counter ambush the group. It wasn't just them either even the main force seamed to always get flanked or outmaneuvered.

Not long after the Nation of Touch started taking over more and more territory. Hark's father died in his arms being struck by an arrow in an ambush, his best friend was crippled and dismissed from duty, and his mother was killed when her caravan was ransacked on their way to deliver clothing to the capitol. After his losses Hark found a deep hatred for the Nation of Touch and took an opportunity to try out to become a member of the Emperors royal guard. He excelled in the tryouts and has spent the time since then in the royal guard carrying out special missions for the Emperor and honing his almost 6th sense ability.

Personality: Hark is fiercely loyal to the Nation of sight and hell bent on revenge for his parents and has a deep hatred for the Nation of Touch. All his spare time is spent with his men training them up in combat or working on ways to better enhance his precognition magic. He always wears a stern emotionless look on his face and hardly has a sense of humor.

Quirks: Hark wont turn down a game of five-finger fillet

Skills/Magic: Sight based magic, he is a Adept and uses precognition magic

Weaknesses: Magic- Hark only anti-magic technique is his precognition magic so as a result he is more vonerable to magic attacks

Precognition fuel- His precognition magic is fueled by his energy levels so the more exhausted he is the less it works

Equipment/Items: His equipment varies by mission but his favorite weapon is a battle hammer and he always wears a silver energy ring to help keep his energy up.

Harks precognition magic allows him to see what other people are going to do before they even do it.

Limitations:
- He can only see what peoples moves are going to be in a 30 meter radius
- He has to looking at a specific person to see what they will do and has to activate his precognition
- His precognition only allows him to see
- Precognition doesn't increase his physical abilities so even if he sees something about to happen this doesn't mean he is fast enough to react to it
- His fuel for precognition is his energy(which is why he wears an energy ring to give him an extra boost)
- He can only see what someone does a maximum of 6 seconds before they do it(How far he can see depends on his energy)

Hark uses the energy ring to give him an extra boost during combat so he can use his limited precognition magic longer. If he were to use the ring nonstop it would only give him an energy boost for 30 minutes before it would be drained and it requires a 6 hour recharge.

Rings: different rings give the user different abilities and affect the user differently. While some rings only require a recharge delay more powerful rings can take a toll on peoples mental health or reduce their lifespan. Rings are also quite rare and as a result only wealthier people or higher up military members can afford them or are entrusted to them. Hark acquired his after a battle and he found it on a dead Nation of Touch scout commander.

[User]
The man's sense of fun was dulled by the knowledge gleaned from his little "experiment", that this tiny could not consume. He was also acutely aware of the man leaning towards him trying to threaten him with his magic knife. His only recourse should he try and strike was his own leg dangling close his chair in a manner that with one movement would send him on the floor, but even then it was something he wasn't quite taking it seriously.

After all was not being beaten up some moments earlier? This would not ruin his mood as it was still jovial and lively. He'd promply stop attempting to feed the fairy his wine after it was apparent nothing would happen. He gave the fair a consolatory pat, despite knowing she didn't particularly care either way. "What a shame about your pet mister, but I guess that's what these things are, fancy imitations of living beings." He said to him calmly.

A fist pounding the bar between the two interrupted his next words. It seems the shenanigans caused the by the fairy was causing displeasure among some of the patrons affected by it. He drank quietly as the man voiced his threat and displeasure at the guy. The man recalled his familiar and apologized to the angry guy and then the annoyed woman.

He continued drinking while giving her some attention, as she was interesting. Both heat and cold in the same room, this was an interesting situation. He hid a small smile as she told the fire tempraisionist not to use his power again. After she left to go back to her seat he addressed Chres with a smile, "I did not mean to instigate that much trouble onto you. That being said, a paper tiger should be more careful standing so close to fire."

He then bent backwards as he rocked his seat precariously backwards yet with good balance. He then said to the woman, "As payment for you concern Lady of the winter's touched blade, I shall advise you to keep an eye out in this town. It reeks of rot and these cultists are part of it, that much is certain." He smiled slightly amused at the elaborate nickname he had invented.

He then snapped up back into a regular position without breaking a sweat. "Such talk is too depressing though." He said producing some dice in his hands. "Come let's have some fun and maybe make some coin by joining me in a game of dice!" He said speaking loud enough to be heard by any interested patrons.

[Assistant]
Chres Sansus

Major interactions with @Elevation, @13Org, @Jerkchicken
Minor interactions with @RangingWolf

---

Chres placed the cleaning cloth he offered to the "hunter", onto the counter top, nearly breathing a sigh of relief when the lady rejected his offer. He did take note of the slight change in the air around her, however. Her breath misting as if it were cold. It most certainly was not on this mid-summer night. Intrigued, Chres took a sip from his flask, which was running near empty.

And here she just told me to not use my magic carelessly. He thought to himself amused. Granted, though, her reason for using the magic was probably more valid than his from an outside perspective. His reason however… far more personal. A protective reflex over a gift. A life long gone.

"If you want to throw your life away this badly, the war is happening just a few kilometers away..." She had obviously seen through his little stunt, not that he was trying to hide it from anyone. Chres stared ahead intently, not really looking at anything. His mind wandering to another time. Memories flashing through his head. His hands crusted with dried blood. Tears streaming down his face. The woman he loved dead at his feet.

Chres shook his head snapping himself out of it. He took one long sip from his flask, finishing its contents. How to properly respond to that? Because dying on the battlefield was far too honorable a death for him? Because he deserved a death far more humiliating? Because he was the scum of all Saencila and deserved to die as such? No. None of those answers would do.

Chres placed the empty flask onto the countertop as he listened to the man with the gourd nodding silently. It seemed as if the man understood the message. He wasn't concerned though which told Chres this man knew how to handle himself in a fight. Chres took his hand off of his pendent, allowing Sil to reappear on his shoulder. She was curled up in her ferret form. uncurling herself, she stretched as if awakening from a long nap before looking up at Chres.

Good morning Chres! You're looking especially sulky this morning. Sil said in his mind, as she climbed atop his head and began to look around.

It's still evening, Sil. Chres thought absentmindedly to her, still staring off into the distance.

Silly Chres. Days don't start with evening. She thought back giggling. Chres heard an excited gasp in his mind as Sil laid eyes on the man who gave her food. Apparently she recognized him. He had taken out a pair of dice and asked if anyone wanted to play. The moment he said the word 'game' she was off. Leaping off of Chres's head, into the air, transforming into her fairy form as she did so.

"Game?" Sil said as she flew up to the man and landed on the dice. "Can I play?" She asked earnestly. "I'm really good at games! There was this one time I played a game with some man, who looked just like you in a place that looked just like this! He gave me this hat he filled with a red puddle, but I knew better than to put the hat on my head with a puddle in it! So I took the hat, tossed the puddle off to the side, and then put the hat on my head. And ta-dah! I won the game!"

Sil clapped her hands together as she said 'ta-dah', and finished her ramble with a tilt of the head and a smile. Okay... so maybe she didn't recognize the man.

Chres finally tore his eyes away from the nothing he was staring blankly at. He glanced at the man who gave Sil food, pursed his lips and then nodded. So long as he didn't instigate her further, or grab her, it was find with Chres.

Be good, Sil. He thought to her, as he turned his attention to the lady Sil had bothered earlier. He took a moment to truly take her in for the first time. White hair. Strict demeanor. A courier with magical abilities, likely cold related. Seemed like wasted potential to have a magic user as a simple courier. Something felt off about that to Chres. This women was dangerous. The look she gave him earlier spoke volumes. But that white hair… Something about it tickled the back of his mind.

"My mother was from the Nation of Touch. My father, from the Nation of Sight. Fighting in a war between the two of them? That's something I can't participate in." Chres said to her at long last. It was true too, but it was not the whole truth. Chres left it at that as he tried to put on a smile, which quickly faltered as his mind went back to darker memories.

Chres quickly changed the topic. "Speaking of rumors, however, I am curious on how The Cult managed to convince King Y'lleant to let them into the nation. So tell us, Mr. Royal Guard. Why did the King allow these men into the town?"

Chres turned to the Innkeeper as he awaited a response. Raising his empty flask and placing a coin on the counter, he asked, "Would you please refill this with some water with a touch of lemon?"

"Water?" The innkeeper asked surprised.

"Yes sir. It seems I'm all out."


[System]
Element: Chlorine (Gotta love alliteration)

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: Stands at about 5'1, not very curvy but has a pretty athletic build and well-defined muscles. Unusual vivid green eyes and short black hair with dark skin. Big lips, usually wears bright red lipstick. She wears green most of the time.

Powers: She instantly kills any bacteria or other pathogens on any surface she touches with her fingertips, so she's good as a medic.
Also can exhale toxins at will that cause immediate blistering and irritation, in the lungs, as well as horrible agony, and death if exposure lasts long enough.
I did a little reading for this and I read that something called a "chlorine iron fire" exists, which I didn't know about. Maybe if someone makes a character for iron, they can kick ass together?

Weapons: n/a

Backstory: Chloe's life before her powers developed was pretty normal and boring, although she has a history of being kind of germophobic and has always been an excellent swimmer. Her toxic breath had to be mastered over time: she first realized she had powers at all (since it's a little hard to realize you've just killed every microorganism on whatever you've touched) when she was walking home stupidly in the dark one day after a party and a young man who was following her startled her from behind, activating her toxic breath. He ended up dying. She struggles with a lot of guilt about this.

[User]
Mahmoud Nobakht

Mahmoud reclined in his chair, a puff of smoke from his cigar wafted in to the air as he awaited the reports from his informants. Mahmoud was a busy man, it took much time to maintain the secrecy and the fluidity of his organizations work. But these were not the reasons for his meeting today. There were other matter that Mahmoud had interest in. This informant was one of many who worked between the nations of the EU for Mamhoud, seeking out others that, like Mamoud himself, had certain powers. Powers that were of great interest to the crime lord.

"Mr. Nobakht, I belive I have some information that is of interest for you." said the informant, triumphantly reporting on his catch. "We have heard reports of a guy who hits up places in the EU, he robs places and when the cops come, place is frozen up. No one has been able to catch him, but I got someone tracking him and reporting back to me. If we're lucky we'll find him, but it might take a while; he never stays in one place understandably."

Mahmoud smiled and tossed some rubles at the Informant. "Do you have any idea where he might be at the moment?"

"Nowhere specific, but we suspect somewhere in Central Europe"

Mahmoud nodded his head, "You have done well"

Alessandra Guillory

Alessa's body shot up as she awoke, looking down to see she had fallen asleep studying again. She groaned before looking over to the clock and gasping. "Shit!" she screamed, grabbing for her backpack, only for her bags and homework to spill out all over the floor. Alessa groaned loudly before shambling to the floor to straighten out her papers. Once in order, Alessa bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind her as she sprinted out of the apartment complex and towards the campus halls. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck not again. He's going to kill me if I'm late again." she muttered to herself as she made her way thought the living wall of students and into the hall.

Archaeology class had already began, the professor in the middle of a lecture on the alchemical artifacts of Islamic Egypt. As the pointer made its way to a primitive distiller, Alessa tried to sneak in unnoticed in the back row. It didn't work.

"Ah, late again Miss Guillory?"

Alessa groaned as she hid her face behind her purple backpack in shame. Not again, not again. Maybe buying an alarm would be a good idea, assuming she didn't accidentally kill anyone when she tried to plug it in. Alessa tuned into the dissertation on the Muslim Chemists. Chemistry, ugh, how she hated chemistry. Too much math, too much dangerous chemicals. Archaeology was safe, and just her kind of thing.

[Assistant]
Ra lifted up her eyepatch, looking at the mass amounts of scarring around where here should be. It was an ugly area of her face. And her eye had been damaged without any hope of repair. Stabbed and mutilated beyond belief. But, this wouldn't stop Ra from living life as best as she could. And with that she walked out of her dorm room, heading to the first class of the day she had.

---

Fa sat on his bed. His first class wouldn't start for another twenty minuets. So Fa had a hood five minuets before he would have to leave for it. He thought about his sister. Her sweet blue eyes and lilac hair. How they had played as children. But that had been years ago. And Fa doubted that Ra looked the same as she had the last time he had seen her. But for now Fa had to prepare for chemistry class. An ironic class for someone like Fa. Francium.


[System]
Age (Magical Girl):
14

Age (Before Magical Girl):
24

Gender:
Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl):
Female (No Difference)

Appearance:

Specialization:
Spirit:
 Anaya can see, communicate, and fight along side the spirits of those who passed on, but have unfinished business in the mortal world. Some spirits can even inhabit the dolls she has.

Weapon:
Ranged, Dual Pistols
 Haunted Gambit

Power:
Regeneration:
 Regenerating mana faster, Anaya can survive any near-fatal injury, even ones that have her limbs chopped clean off. Although her neck is a concidered weak point now.

Corrupted Third Eye:
 Other than half of the normal abilities from a third eye, Anaya can see the weak points of enemies and other magical girls, and her simple gaze can make others feel an intense negative emotion such as hate, sorrow, or fear.

 She also has a bit of X-ray vision, which is self-explanitory but still cool.

Perks:
Enhanced Sustenance:
 Anaya doesnt need to sleep much, can supress her hunger longer, and doesnt even need to breathe.

Disguise Artifact:
 A small ring with a morganite cut into a teardrop shape, Anaya can use the ring to disguise herself as another person for a short time, down to the voice.

Soul Jar:
 Adding more to her ironic theme of spectres, Anaya's soul has been transfered to a small lantern like soul jar, usually kept around her neck as a necklace.

Interdimentional Home:
 Self explanitory, Anaya can warp to an apartment building in what seems to be another dimention. She can bring five other people to her apartment, but how can they breathe?

Closure:
 To forgive is to forget. Once Anaya became a magical girl, everything that proved her past self's existance was erased. "It's better that way." Her patron said.

Mystic Artifact:
 A mysterious antique music box. When Anaya winds it up, she can see whats happening in either the past, present, or future, but only once a week.

Patron:
Avalon Browen (Ebon Mint) and "Itgar" (Horrors)

Patron Benefits:
Black Coin:
 As custom, Avalon gave Anaya a black coin, who used it two months in her magical girl life.

Non-Exclusivity:
 Anaya chose to work with a horror called "Itgar", as long as she knew that her true alliance is with the ebon mint.

Marked:
 A small crow on the back of her neck, "Itgar" marked Anaya as one of his 'puppeteers', and so any lesser monster avoids her in fear.

Minions:
 Anaya can summon her own minions to assist her in combat.

Reasonable:
 "Itgar" actually doesnt wanna destroy the mortal realm, nono. It has a much more complicated plan, and might need the realm one day. Not now, but someday...

Takes One To Know One:
 When Anaya looks into the eyes of another magical girl, she can know if they are working with another horror, and can get a clear idea of their weakness.

Transportation:
 Curiously, one of Anaya's patron made it to where if she needs somewhere to be, she would always have a griffin to ride on. But who gave her the mythical creature?

Gifted Item:
 "Itgar" gave Anaya a strange music box, wonder what it does...

Mana Font:
 Anaya has more mana than the normal magical girl.

Patron Drawbacks:
Debt:
 Now that Anaya used her black coin, she is in a debt to her patron, but it's not that deep...right?

Betrayal:
 Anaya still doesnt trust Avalon, even after being "reasured"..

Quick-Tempered:
 "Itgar" doesnt like it's plans to go wrong. Best to try and stay on it's good side.

Bane:
 Anaya has a strange fear of lanterns, having to hide when she's in the presence of one.

Mind-Bent:
 Anaya cant resist "Itgar's" commands, without the proper consequences.

Insomnia:
 Anaya cant sleep without the whispers of "Itgar" and other ghosts plaguing her mind.

Big Brother:
 One of Anaya's patrons tends to be a wee bit..stalkish.

Mind Mutation:
Chaos Engine:
 Anaya cant help to cause her own little mischef once a while, even if she has to get into a fight.

Fighting Style:
 Not having a set style, Anaya relies on speed, distance, strategy, and adaption to fight.

Stats (Untransformed):
STR:3
AGI:4
VIT:6
MAG:5
LCK:4

Stats (Transformed):
STR:5
AGI:6
VIT:7
MAG:12
LCK:6

Personality:
 Tending to speak as little as possible, Anaya is a soft-spoken introvert who gets to her points quick. Her cute demeanor is a guise, hiding her tiny satan-like remorseless and psycotic nature.

History:
 For as long as she can remember, Anaya had been in the hospital for most of her life, sickly and weak. One night, when she turned 24, her patron, Avalon Browen, visted her in hopes of getting a new recruit. Apparently, her mother was a very powerful magical girl, before chosing her father over fighting monsters. Not wanting to stay in the hospital anymore due ti cabin fever, she accepted, a coin being placed in her hand before she became a kid again.

 The first two months were hard, as she had a rough time fighting monsters with what she had, even from her patrons. So she finally used her black coin, and got a second power. But only for a debt, and becoming a dark magical girl.

Incantation:
 "Kin of corruption, I shall make your purification swift."

Additional Info:
The umbrella she always has holds holsters for the Haunted Gambit duo.

[User]
Janet
Having been thrown by Sue's attack, Janet had to take a moment to compose herself. Despite vision being obscured by her Ever Mist spell no one seemed to be hindered much by it. The Sky Captain also seemed to be able to sense past her Incognito. For what the Beacon had supposedly given her it was clearly useless. But the advancing Alexander was more of her concern at the moment. From what she'd seen the barriers were formidable, but not full proof. While it may block many attacks she could still hear him. Upon touching the ground her body collapsed and flowed through narrow cracks toward Alex.

The room began to hum as the mist began to vibrate. While she didn't quite have the same sense as Sue, the two were not that far apart. What was sound after all but a pressure wave? Chaotically stirring the air she hoped to regain some of her stealth from the magical Air user. Surely larger moves would be detected though. Reforming by Justine and Lily a bubble of water wrapped around them. The surface didn't stay pristine long though as it began to ripple. Acting as a massive speaker the bubble unleashed a high pitched, ear splitting sound. Windows rattled and shattered in their frames.

---

Shannon
Walking up to Alicia, the Earth girl put a hand on her shoulder. "You can't always help this kind of thing happening. But like you said we will try our best to incapacitate them." Though the immediate threat was over there was still whatever was happening at the castle. Quite a few part of this outside battle had put their all into taking out the threat.

Raising her head she spotted Penny, or what was left of her, out on the ice. "Looks like your friend survived though." Taking her leave she walked over to the water's edge and raised the earth under the ice so it would stop moving and create a bridge. Running across she knelt down and helped Penny up. "That was quite impressive. I've been doing this a while but I can't say I've seen... Her words were cut short when the castle windows blew out and and the ringing sound reached them. At this distance it wasn't a concern but it was still distinctly audible.

[Assistant]
Sue hadn't really intended for Justine to actually keep this banter up. But she was, none the less. Each word was another moment Sue could build up her power, and she wasn't about to let the opportunity slip her by. But maybe she should have. Every word that came falling out of Justine's mouth only served to further enrage Sue. She didn't understand the situation, but she understood How backwards Justine was. She was enslaving magical girls, killing them. Sisters and friends alike, turning against each other, because she believed her one relationship was all that mattered.

 Things were about to get chaotic. Alexander was barking like a junkyard dog. Silloette, Scout, and Anaya just broke into the room. And it was evident that Janet was about to do something. Finally, she had figured out that her soundwaves could be used to disrupt the air, and was able to create a veil within her mist. but it was too little, too late. Sue knew where everyone was, and wasn't about to wait for everyone to change their positions.

 "...No."

 That was the last thing anyone in Sue's vicinity heard before being consumed by an invisible force. It was a vaccum, so no amount of sound could permeate it. The powerful sound waves might have shattered windows, but everyone inside Sue's vaccum was deaf to everything around them. It quickly encompassed the immediate area, Justine and Janet included. But for those gifted with a third eye, they could tell this was just the beginning of a much larger spell. Sue wasn't even trying to create a barrier, she was trying to remove everyone she could from this place. Sue, Justine, Janet, Alexander, Lily, and Helga were all going to leave the overcity. Though there was still time for a few hitchikers to join them, should they understand what was going on. For those that stayed behind, they would see that part of the top floor blink out of existence. There was a hole that lead straight down into the room below.

---

 Sue and everyone she had traveled with were now hundreds of feet over the ocean, far away from Penrose train station where they entered the overcity from. The vacuum had disappeared, as it was just an effect of the dimensional shift. That move had taken quite a bit of Sue's stored up mana, but she still had quite a bit left. Shifting out of the overcity wasn't just for a change of scenery. Sue was able to alter the air around the floor and make it move the way she wanted. By blasting the floor behind herself with wind, she was able to catapult Justine, Janet, and Lily into the air, who were in front of her. In the event the trio made it in, Sue would make sure the wind didn't hit them with any kind of force, or would simply move the air around them. Without supporting walls, the floor acted like a seesaw. It was steadily falling, but at a slow rate thanks to Sue's wind magic. If anyone fell off the side due to the sudden drop, they would find themselves slowly descending with the floor because of a strong upward draft. But She was definitely starting to clean out her reserves with everything she was trying to do at once. With the three magical girls thrown into the air, Sue floated off the floor and attempted to snatch lily out of the air with her tendrils. She then pulled back her arm to prepare her remaining mana for a special attack. She was scowling like a crazed berzerker, and her eyes were still bloodshot from the crying she did earlier.

 "You don't get to save your sister!" She shrieked.

 When sue hurled her fist forward, a blast of wind rushed by her opponents. While the wind attack itself was relatively weak, the vacuum behind it was closing with enough force to mimic the sound of thunder.

Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity
Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration | Moirai
Wings, Soul Jar, Martial Training, Familiar, Environmental Sealing, Gifted, Awareness, Mystic Artifact

Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03

STR: 12 | AGI: 08 | VIT: 10 | MAG: 16 | LCK: 05

Earnings this post: Zilch

Total: 1 Gold, 45 Silver, 49 Bronze

 Oh, now this was very good for Tonya.

 Escaping the overcity was the hard part, or at least, Tonya thought it was. But now that they were back in the real world, the only thing she had to worry about was orchestrating Justine's downfall. She'd aid Justine's foes as best she could, obstructing their apparent position while using her gravity magic to assist their attacks.


[System]
Error: a suitable ratgirl image was not found!
A blue-eyed Krysa, a little short for her species and sex – still noticeably taller than most humans. Her tousled, curly light-brown hair falls a little further than her shoulders, locks resting on her upper arms. Her left ear is damaged – possibly burned – at the tip. She is smiling brightly and giving the camera a salute.

These three lines are written in Krysa glyphs. The transliterations are not difficult.
Gender: ♀
Race: Krysa

The rest of the application is written in human language, but abominable handwriting. The translations are grueling.
Relevant Abilities: I don't do any housework, but I'm definitely stronger than most of you. I'm also an inventor and an engineer and a chemist and sort of a smith and I've dabbled in galvanism.

Tell us about yourself: My sister tells me I should just say (A Krysa glyph representing manic energy) for this. I think she's joking. But I do things fast and I don't like to sit still. I'm hard to put down.

Work history: I'm Krysa. We do a lot of science here. My science tends to explode, sometimes on purpose. Don't worry, though – the explosions are mostly controlled. I'm mostly careful. And anyway, explosions mean progress! They're basically how steam engines work, you know.

Tools you are skilled with: You know how if you focus light it can burn things? I've been playing with that lately. I don't think my prototypes are strong enough, though, so I'll bring a big hammer and a high-powered shotgun. Do you know what a shotgun is? I can show you if there's something you don't mind me destroying.

Occult Knowledge: I don't think magic likes me, personally, but I know some designs and materials that it likes. I use it with some of my inventions for energy amping and such. I bet I can guess how your catalysts work.

[User]
Polina LayeFarisian Maid

---

They had their marching orders, even if the briefing they received was a little less than satisfactory. If anything, it was very unorthodox, and even Polina gave a bit of a start when the catgirl maid was unceremoniously heaved over the side of the airship. All things considered, it was a very audacious move, coming on the heels of disparaging the demons for lacking 'decency or human morals,' but who was Polina to judge?

No, screw that, she was going to judge.

Not that it was the right time to. She already considered it a win that Myrilla hadn't noticed her new gift, yet. She simply gave a nod at the woman after receiving her parachute and additional supplies before launching herself over the side alongside the rest of her squad. In the air, feeling the wind buffet against her and her billowing maid uniform, she let herself freefall until she was halfway to the ground. Deploying her parachute ahead of many of the others, she trailed almost leisurely behind in the air, giving her time to unsling her battle rifle from her shoulder, affix its scope, and to make sure her weapon was loaded, finishing her little checklist with satisfying rack of the bolt once she was sure that its ten-round magazine was in place.

That done, she took in the situation before her from her slowly descending vantage point. The northern quarters of the city had been just about destroyed, as described. Yet Polina knew enough about human resilience and determination that there were likely still survivors in that zone, and the faster they intervened, the more could be helped. She began to look through her scope down towards the north, and then towards the defensive line to evaluate its strength, but then the reverberating sound of demonic roaring took her attention to the east. Just as she neared rooftop level, she spotted it—a strange, large lumbering black mass.

Hesitating for a few moments, she squared the butt of her rifle on her shoulder, and three carefully aimed shots rang out in sequence, aimed center-mass at the creature in the distance. With luck, it would do some damage, or at least she could gauge its reaction. Either way, she would likely get its attention.

A moment later, she sank below the rooftops and into the landing zone. Quickly cutting herself free of her chute with one of her many bladed weapons, she took stock of the situation around her, spotting the rest of her team nearby. Without any obvious assigned leader, she decided to take charge, having the larger share of experience among a decent number of them… and also the fact that they needed to know about the colossal amount of trouble she had intentionally dumped atop them.

"It may not be too late to save some civilians. The problem is big, black, lumbering, and coming to us, I made sure of that. Girls, let's get into defensive positions. That thing is probably the biggest threat all around, and I want to see what it can do before we commit to assaulting it."

[Assistant]
Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours
This@AzureKnight@Pyromania99@Sniblet@VitaVitaAR

---

Whatever Myrilla thought of Lucrecia's words, she gave no indication as she'd stand at the side of the ship, watching each of maids dive overboard with their given mission. It was no doubt in part to see their judgment and function in the field, after all…even if the had all the information in the world, demons were rarely so easily dealt with.

As they fell, the could see demons. Some small, some larger, running through the streets. The smell of fire, sulfur and fell heat quickly met the maids as they'd fall, and Polina, saw fit to launch a pre-emptive strike on the demons that she saw, noticeably…the largest one she could currently see. Three shots from her rifle above the howls of demonic beasts and occasionally scream from an unlucky human.

Each shot would hit its mark, hitting the creatures centermass even if it was hard to tell what exactly it was this far away, or how much damage it did, but the moment the bullets pierced the creatures flesh, itd stop whatever it was doing, screeching loudly and beating the ground with large hands as it'd furiously turn in the direction of the shots fired.

It would not take long for the creature that Polina had antagonized to show itself. The unintelligible screeching and roaring was already heading in their direction. They could feel the ground rumble slightly, loud, fast footsteps as whatever it was charged right for them. A loud, demonic growl as it'd round the corner of a nearby building, slamming into it with its body and knocking what little remained of the building into rubble.

It was…some sort of large, black, hollow creature. The size of a tank, and built like a gorilla with shorter legs and large, massive hands used for walking as it slid to a halt, nearly crashing into the fountain as it'd turn its headless, hollow body towards Polina. Instead of a head or any seeming vital organs, it was replaced with a hollow that was as big as the width of its shoulders that was full of roiling, hot magma. Its flesh was black and tarry, smelling of burned flesh.

She could see the charred, quickly melting, remains of recently deceased in the beasts 'stomach', if the hollow space could be called that.

There was no doubt about it, this was a Greater beast. The shots Polina fired seemed to have done nothing but agitate it for the moment as it immediately charged towards the maid, seemingly aware that she was the one that had attacked it.

Katherine and the others could hear other demons howling. A group of demonic hounds bolted into the square, having heard the commotion, numbering about six. Odd, discordant laughter could be heard not far away, too and was slowly getting closer.

Seemed this little stunt had alerted a decent number of demons to their location.

Perhaps they should finish this quickly.

---

"Bozhe…I still can't believe you did that." Leoniya sighed. "And was it wise not to tell them more? They are just recruits, we should be helping-"

"I'm not coddling them, rat." Myrilla tersely replied. "Better now they get acquainted with how brutal the denizens of Naraheim can be, especially those of the first circle." She'd chuckle, watching as one of the maids decided to paint a giant target on their collective backs from her perch above. "If they can clean up and find out what happened here, then that means their training and skills are at least passable. If not…then I'm feeding every single one of them to my pet."

"Prostite?"

"...Oh, nothing. I just have a lovely pet dog back home. He's quite the vicious and voracious little thing." Myrilla turned, dress fluttering in the wind as she'd bring the cigarette pipe back to her mouth. "That said, if things truly turn dire…you have my permission to use that toy of yours."

"Pravda?! Oh great serpent I haven't been able to use him in ages!" Leoniya smiled brightly. "I shall go make sure he's ready to drop!"

[User]
Eleanor wasn't as scared of heights as she was of things that ought to be familiar to her suddently turning unfamiliar, otherwise she would've been shaking like a leaf as soon as she stepped into the airship. No – it was the moment she was issued her rifle and instructions that she felt her legs start to buckle and wobble. Not that she was unfamiliar with guns altogether, as her grandmother kept a pair of lighter women's rifles for them to use whenever the local lord deigned to invite the two tavern keepers, also famous in their area for the way they prepared fresh game, on one of his hunts; it was when she saw the loading mechanism that the rifle wasn't the single-shot type that she was more accustomed to.

At least the newfangled contraption was handed to her pre-loaded but still, what in Hell's Kitchen was she to do once she ran out of bullets, not to mention when those... things would start to come at her? It looked so easy when she watched her squadmates work their weapons, but could she also pull it off as deftly as they did, and in a pinch no less? Could she keep the thing from jamming, or heaven forbid, blowing up in her hands? So long as this one thing kept worrying her, not even ten bandoliers of ammunition around her waist could make her feel better (an obviously stupid idea in any case), especially knowing that they won't be facing the likes of criminals or terrorists, but outright abominations and creatures straight out of nightmares.

Jumping from as high as they did was no less scary, but at least it took her mind off her rifle for a while. The thought that the dress with the shorter skirt she picked for herself wouldn't gather as much air as the others' would as they dropped cheered her up, but only a little, and not for very long.

Unlike the rifle, the parachute was much simpler to work: just yank the ripcord like so when you feel it's the right time to do so, and – voila! – arrive at your destination looking like an intact human being and not like a pizza that's botched, bloodied and flattened beyond all recognition. That easy! There was still the issue of extricating herself from the limp, clumsy thing once she landed, but thankfully Polina and the others were standing not very far from where she wound up. Free from her parachute, Eleanor unshouldered her rifle, inspected it one more time to the best of her ability, and quickly made her way to her squad. "Polina! Everyone! I'm coming with you!" she cried as she hurriedly let loose one shot, and then another, at the hideous things as soon as they reared their ugly heads. She wasn't really counting on her bullets hitting anything that mattered, but at least maybe she could distract the monsters for a little longer while the rest of the squad did their thing.

[Assistant]
Target assessment isn't the fun part. Astreya takes a quick scan around at the creatures surrounding them, and doesn't exactly decide to delegate, but quickly picks where she wants to shoot and where she'd rather have someone else take care of it.
Somebody else can figure out the tactics. She points her big gun center mass at the big thing.

One spray of buckshot lets off, accompanied by a puff of steam from one of the more wildly angled pipes on her weapon, and it visibly staggers her. Keeping an eye on the beast's reaction, she adjusts her posture and fires another, then another, then another, getting faster, steam bursts chugging along at smaller and smaller intervals, empty belt feeding out the side. The sound is... louder than gunshots, for sure, but she doesn't seem to mind at all.
Of course she doesn't. She's laughing now. Cackling, actually, her tail swishing with wild energy. In a fairer contest, against any other opponents, she could possibly be the most disturbing thing on the block right now.


[System]
Aleksander Slavik - Lurking Shadow
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia - GreenGoat
Illia Anastasia - Hammerman
Kaede Kobayashi - astralGemini
Kriv 'Jackal' Westari - dragonmancer
Lizaveta Koshkov - Rune_Alchemist
Mable - Piercing Light
Rafael - Kazemitsu
Septim - Zombehs
Sieve - HokumPocus

Linebacker Armadillo: A large omnivorous mammal, the Linebacker highly resembles an armadillo. They can grow to as large as seven feet tall, and weigh around 700 pounds/317 kilograms. With hard plates covering their body made of dermal bone they are incredibly durable, enough to completely negate weaker attacks anywhere but their lower stomach, which is softer than the rest of their body. They stand on two legs,
though if need be they can crawl. Their arms are powerful, easily able to lift a car. On each of their hands are four claws which are capible of slicing through prey like a hot knife through butter. If they feel their life is in danger they can curl up into a ball and roll away.
While this covers their weakpoint, they are unable to see while curled up. The Linebacker isn't a very intelligent animal, and is easily provoked or tricked.

[User]
Rafael

Rafael turned his dimly glowing eye towards Mable as she seemed to give him an order. "Let someone else get their hands dirty. It'll be a good learning experience on how to skin, debone, and gut something." He said, he obviously had experience in it. Especially with the 'tools' he had at his disposal. Although he doubted anyone paid much attention to his body shifting and molding to fit what he needed when he needed it. Hell even the people back in his world barely paid attention, more intend on filling him with bullets or fleeing in terror.

Rolling his shoulders a bit he plopped down on the grass. The plague-man seemed to be havi9ng a break down at the revelations of the absence of a plague. It was probably his entire existence to fight it and here they are plagueless. "Settle down and save the meltdown for a fight. Better to put all that emotion into combat than a conversation." He said while playing with the grass. It was still weird touching it, experiencing something he hadn't for so long.

While he toyed with the plant life the others were introducing, reintroducing, and telling the rest their objectives. A clone, which was just barely legal in his time, a soldier of some sort, and the rest. The one who called for the meeting shot the ground near the reptile who was mowing down on a whole linebacker. "Thought reptiles had a stupidly slow metabolism. When was the last time you ate?" He questioned while using the tips of his fingers to pluck the grass and make little grass mounds.

[Assistant]
Kriv 'Jackal' Westari

---

The sudden alarm of a gunshot caused the beast to screech and leap away from the impact of the bullet. What was that sorcery? Observation deduced that it came from the device in that one fleshy creature's hand, yet the machinations perplexed him in how it could do that. That alarm of fear was replaced with curiosity, he'd have to inspect its details later. The message was sent, and Jackal didn't attempt to turn violent; for now at least. It was clear that they all needed to eat like some sort of pack, perhaps he had eaten too much for the sake of the other tribe. He wasn't entirely sure if he could trust these lot, especially after the warning, and he'd be sure to keep a close eye on that creature that gave that attempt of intimidation.

The reptile looked towards the strange abomination that had asked him about his last meal with cold eyes as a piece of the burned corpse's tail hung from his saurian lips. "3 moons ago." He replied, and had little else focus with what the group was discussing for the moment, he was more curious of the water that had formed.

Having approached the body of water, Jackal dipped the tip of his tail into the newly made ditch of water to test if it wasn't toxic. Sure enough, his tail wasn't damaged by the liquid. He then slowly pulled his head over and licked his forked tongue across the surface. From what he could tell the water seemed safe, and appeared to be clean. It wasn't some kind of chemical or acid that resembled water, to his relief.

With that in mind, he decided this would be a great place to build shelters, or at least, a shelter for himself. With no trees in sight, he decided to dig. While his claws tore away at the dirt easily like a dog tracking a mole, a roadblock came in the form of some kind of stone. The rock was flat, and more importantly, impervious to his attempts at digging it. He couldn't even chip off pieces of it to his dismay. By his judgement, the 3 foot wide hole was only five feet deep. Far too small for his leisure.

His distraught sparked a new idea for shelter. He started to widen the premade hole, and began to dig forward to create a thick line in the dirt; meanwhile the dirt he scooped out was thrown inward. Within 10 minutes he had dug out a five foot trench that was six feet wide and 15 feet long. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He crawled out and stood over his dig to further consider the shelter he was building. Ideally, he wished to expand the hole more so and use that dirt to build some kind of mound for a wall around it. A process that by his estimate might take hours if not a whole day; and even succeeding in that he still lacked any sort of material for a roof.

Perhaps he could instead build up a huge mound of a dirt and dig within it for his shelter. Though to get a mound that size would take just as long as his previous thought for digging it up alone. How long would it be till nightfall? The sun was different in size and color then his own sun, he had no idea how long it would take for night to settle. He then turned back to the group that was some meters away;
He considered asking their assistance.

[User]
The group then returned back outside, after meeting up with a couple of other branded ones that were too late to arrive in time for their little game, since the entrance to the arena was blocked when the game was going on. They were going to share the meat of the armadillos they just killed with the hungry people outside. Thanks to the box, they could carry all those meat easily.

The crowd wasn't really that pleased however, with them saying how the meat wasn't enough for all of them. Illia could certainly see their point. There were a lot of them after all.

Suddenly, Mable's speech was interrupted by another earthquake. However, the tremor clearly came from the wall. And the tremor seemed to create an unnaturally rectangular hole in the wall. A torrent of water then came out of said wall. It wasn't finished however, as the ground soon changed as well, creating a depression for the water to go through.

A river was now with them.

"Earth and Water magic..." Illia mumbled to herself. She then walked to where the river was and used her force magic to grab a decently sized ball of water from it, bringing it close to her face.

"...It doesn't seem to be contaminated by anything. This is really pure water, most likely from a spring."

Illia was familiar with the procedure of manipulating the lay of the land to help with areas plagued with drought. Something like this could be done by high-ranking mages.

Illia then drank the water, sipping the bubble as it floated near her mouth, before returning to talk with the others.

The water was indeed delicious.

The meeting enlightened their current problems. First, they need food. Sooner or later, they would run out of food and things would get ugly. If she were a plant mage, she would probably be able to grow some fruit for some sustenance, but eating just fruit would be unhealthy for everyone involved. There was also the talk that this was some kind of game. She didn't know about that. There was still a lot of things they didn't know in order to draw that conclusion. And then she heard the girl named Lizaveta talking about herself being a clone created and designed to be in combat in such a young age. It reminded her of the homonculus, the ultimate mark of the knowledge of a magi. Artificial human created with magic. Creating one was hard enough, but to modify them purposefully to transcend the limits of a normal human, that would require an immense attention to detail and a long, long time to create. The magic tools to create them were incredibly hard to make and they would break after the first usage.

Her opinion on the matter? She didn't like the whole thing. She knew how to make one but she never attempted to do so, even in her long 300 years life. There wasn't an official ban on making them however. It was just her personal opinion after all. She didn't like the concept of creating sapient life just to serve you.

However, her thoughts were soon interrupted by Kriv, the winged lizard man, as he asked the group for assistance to build his shelter.

"I will help," she answered with a smile. "Using my force magic, it should be quite easy to do."

[Assistant]
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia

---

Her head was still spinning from both the hit and what was happening.

Sudden dislocation to this place, marks, dangerous armadillos, and all these different races and people. How exactly was she to react to everything? Evfimiia could hardly even react to the fact she was just in a very dangerous game that might as well end her and the other's lives. It was hard to gather one's mind when event after event happened in quick succession, like that waterfall just forming a river out of nowhere after they got out.

Seeing her chance, she coughed once to catch their attention, and started introducing herself to the rest as well.

"I am Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia, librarian of the Great Arachne Library of Eros, though I am far from the library now." Holding up the scroll she generated with the Linebackers' information on it, she continued speaking. "It would seem I can make records of anything I perceive due to the mark I have. However, I do not have any sort of experience dealing with the dangerous."

There, she got that out. With the born small soldier there, that odd thing that was in a boxing match with the large armadillo, and maybe even that lizard thing, it was unlikely they'd need someone like her. What happened before was just a fluke after all.

"This might be a bit late, but armadillos may have the flesh rot disease, or leprosy on them. Considering these Linebackers's seem to be similar to armadillos, the same might apply to them."

She blurted out that bit of information before she could consider the feelings of the others, some of which were already eating the meat. At least they had a large quantity of fresh water there.


[System]
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Master of: Rider
Command Seal Location: Back of right hand

Origin: Permanence

Appearance:

-

Personality: A shy and studious individual Dieter is the type of person who likes to keep to himself and dedicates most of his time and effort to his work. Soft spoken and unsure of himself, he does not do well in social situations as he greatly lacks in self-confidence when pulled out of his comfort zone or when asked to deal with something outside of his area of expertise. That being said he is still a very accomplished Magus in his own right and has an almost unparalleled knowledge of alchemy due to his family's specialisation.

Despite his lack of self-confidence, he does have faith in his own abilities and considers himself a competent Magus. That being said, he doubts how useful he could be in something like the Grail War, since he has never considered trying to turn his magecraft towards fighting before and magical combat has never been something he has tried to learn. As such he is grateful that he managed to summon such a strong Servant for the war as it means he will not be as much of a burden on his fellow Magus' as he feared, but at the same time realises that this also means he will have more pressure put on him and his Servant as a result.

Although he agreed to answer the call when the Mages Association asked him to become a Master, he did so reluctantly and has no real desire to obtain the Grail outside of a vague interest in obtaining the root that most Magus probably share to some degree; if anything, he is scared of any object that holds as much power as a completed Grail and does not think either side should gain possession of it.

Biography: Hailing from the city of Stuttgart in Germany the Voigt's are a small family of little renown but well respected in Western Europe for their knowledge of the alchemical arts if nothing else. In the past the Voigt family have always been staunch traditionalists who seem to actively shun the notions of cooperation or of sharing knowledge and as such they do not have much interaction with the wider Magus community, having loose ties to the Mages Association but otherwise keeping to themselves and also keeping the advancements of their magecraft hidden.

Recently this has begun to change and the family has made efforts to better integrate with their fellow Magus; in fact the past two generations of Voigt, Dieter and his father, have even attended the Clock Tower as students and, in Dieter's fathers case, later a teacher. As for Dieter, after completing his studies in England he moved back to Stuttgart. As the sole heir to the Voigt name he is the next family head and is already in possession of his family's Magic Crest, it is only right that he establish his workshop in the family home while his father continues his teaching in England.

The Mages Association originally approached Dieter's father about joining the expedition to Poland, as he was known to them and his skill in alchemy deemed useful, but he refused them. Instead he recommended his son in his place, stating that as the family head it should fall on Dieter's shoulders to do this, as well as expressing his assurances that the his son was just as capable an alchemist as he, if not more so.

-

Magecraft Section:
School of Magecraft:
Dieter's family have always specialised in the study of Alchemy, an art they have practised for the past 400 years. Being somewhat traditional, they tend to limit their magecraft to the act of changing matter from one form to another; they seek not to revolutionise or invent new magecraft, but rather to refine and improve on the basics and as such are some of the best in the world, certainly some of the best in Europe, when it comes to alchemy of this type.

In particular Dieter is very skilled at changing the current state of a matter from one to another, e.g. turn a liquid into a solid or a solid into a gas instantly, as well as the matter transformations that all alchemist of his family are adept with.

Additionally, Dieter has an affinity for the wind element and had a little skill at manipulating and generating air currents.

Skills/Spells List:

Phase Transition (20 times) – A catch all spell which allows Dieter to instantly change an inorganic object from one state to another instantly. This can take one of eight forms matching the different kinds of state transitions that Dieter can produce; Sublimation, Deposition, Liquefaction, Freezing, Vaporisation, Condensation, Ionisation and Deionisation. This spell allows Dieter to change matter to a state that it would not normally be able to exist at in those conditions, e.g. change water to ice despite it being above freezing temperature.

Matter Transform (10 times) – The most basic principle of alchemy. Allows Dieter to change the elemental composition of an inorganic object to something else entirely, so long as this does not also require changing the state of the element.

Wind Current Change (5 times) – Manipulate the movements of the air in the surrounding environment.

Amount of Magecraft Mana: C

Other: Dieter is somewhat multilingual, speaking fluent German and English as well as passable French and Polish.

[User]
[The Ottoman Empire Team] - Akshamsaddin at the Meeting

Five Days Ago...

Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

The letter had been received for a grail war. Akshamsaddin had never really expected the chance to enter one, but upon the realization that his presence was so requested, he decided to put aside his sometimes hermit-like habits. The world had requested him to join, and fight for it. That day, after putting down the letter, he had stood up, and prepared the ritual.

Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.

His home was small. It was practically empty of material goods. Instead, of the few items he did possess, they all carried a great value with them. One in particular, was a gift from long ago. A ring, given to him by his student as a thank you for his services. Turning it over in his hand, he placed it down on the center of the circle he had created, stepping back to take in the glow that filled the room.

An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!

He wasn't even sure it would work. To be honest, there was a chance he could end up summoning himself. After all, he was indeed himself. But, both of him would know just who needed to be summoned. "Mehmed the second! Student! Conqueror! Hero of the ages! Arrive before me!" The light intensified, and shadows leaped around the room. Until finally, they seemed to solidify. Forming together, squeezing into a human shape. There he stood, a smile on his lips.

"Aren't you being a tad over-dramatic, teacher?" The man standing there was none other than the hero that had been called for. The student and his teacher reunited after almost six hundred years.

_____________________________________________________________________
Present Day

Akshamsaddin remained seated as the others all began to shuffle about. He could hear them beginning the ritual to summon their servants. He could hear each of them speak, some were more secretative than others, something that Akshamsaddin himself found little use for. After all, the war would be determined well before they had to face each other. After all, most of them would be dead, or worse.
"Well, when you are all done. My student and I are already setting up at the chosen location. By the time you arrive, you should all be acquitted with your allies. We shall meet you there. I believe having another version of myself around may confuse matters, so I shall not be joining you on the plane, or car ride over. After all, I have too much research here that I cannot leave. But I'm sure we shall all meet again soon enough."

[Assistant]
As King looked at the man known as Askha leave, he smirked, and laughed. "Well I'll be it looks like someone didn't get the memo when it came to the summonings should I take his place sir."  questioned King as he looked at the Director. He shook his head. "Let him go he had already forced a summon without us. Keep an eye on him. He's shady." Director quietly told him as he watched Anderson step up last, and perform his own summons shortly before the majority of the others did so. He mixed in a few lines about the holy savior instead of some lines. It mattered not all that mattered was the summoning worked, and invoking God usually did some wonders for the church. As he finished a woman in an old fashioned red coat, embroidered by black shoulder cuffs, and a white belt that had a belt tied around her shoulder. She wore a simple black skirt with steel boots, and two large She had pinkish hair, and dark red eyes that shone with a certain coldness despite her rather pretty looks. Director Orson sighed apparently this one would be difficult if who he thought it was had shown up with that class.

===

As Saber stood up, and looked around he took glances at each of the servants before stepping out to the middle of the room, his sword was still out as he sheathed it. "This is the Faction of Black? It lacks as many capable warriors as I'd have liked. It would seem that I am one of the few here that could be called a actual warrior...it would seem much depends on my strength." Saber stated as he judged the group before them. "That's rather rude don't you think Saber? It would be best for us all of us to get off on the right foot...and congrats on the successful summoning guys good work." commented Leon trying to encourage everyone as the woman Anderson had summoned spoke up, "It is true that I am not a soldier in the common sense but it is all the same. Red faction is an infection that has corrupted this world. If I could save them I would but they would hurt others for their goal. As a doctor it is my duty to root out such people, and things. Red Faction must die that is the sad fact of the matter." the woman said as Anderson spoke up, "What's your class servant?" he said as she had failed to introduce herself the woman turned around. "Ah yes my master, and contractor correct? I am berserker. The grail has filled us in on our targets, and our current situation there is no need to tell us what our situation is. It would benefit us the most to get our wish, and that will bring us together to crush red." commented Berserker as Lancelot sighed.

"You say that so confidently...and for one who speaks with madness you sure lack the usual slurring of words. You're not a normal berserker are you? Regardless we need to determine which one of the servants will be acting as leader for the group. Or which master. Unless...one of you already has that idea on who it should be?" Saber stated as he looked at Leon who shook his head. He had gotten over his wanderlust over his servant rather quickly he knew he had to get serious or Leon would never truly be accepted as a good master. "We haven't discussed that yet...by the way...you seem stronger." Leon stated as Saber looked at his glowing blade and frowned. "We're in the British Isles aren't we?" Saber asked as Leon nodded. "Servants get stronger when they're in their homeland. This will pass Saber is merely stronger for being in his homeland. Unfortunate that this won't last but I'm sure a man like Saber won't need his extra strength in the upcoming war. Does anyone wish to step up as leader?" questioned Orson as King laughed, "I can fulfill that role. I got some good management skills." King said smoothly as he crossed his arms. Anderson however spoke up, "A heathen like you would lead us to our own peril. It would be for the best that I take control, or Saber. A knight of the Round table...I don't know who you are but if you knew King Arthur then you surely had some command over soldiers during your life. Leading would be a simple matter for you Saber." Anderson spoke up as Saber frowned deeply as if the prospect disgusted him. "No...not unless you all insist on the matter. I have no intention of leading anyone. I am here to fight for my master, and for my wish." Saber spoke with a steely coldness.


[System]
Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Personality: Alexander is a very confident young man. He's humble as well, never bragging like most warriors. He doesn't speak to many people about his battles, never really being asked in the first place. Alexander can seem like he's too good for people when really he tends to keep to himself. He's not a fan of social gatherings or royal banquets.

Bio: Alexander was born into a small, wealthy family in Escudo. His father was a knight and he later would be killed in combat when Alexander was a young 12 year old boy. Heartbroken, Alexander vowed to follow in his father's footsteps and be just as great as he was. This idea fell short when he was 16 as he realized he would rather be a warrior. This was because of the death he'd heard about. Alexander began training under his mentor, his uncle, when he was 18. He was far more advanced than he thought, easily performing attacks that would take weeks of training. After he was about 20 years old, he was done with training. He set out to be in Escudo's military. Alexander served 2 years in Escudo's military as a high-class warrior. He got tired of doing the boring tasks of rescuing people, taking out bandit camps, and guarding buildings. Alexander would leave and become a mercenary for hire when possible and an adventurer when he's not a mercenary.

Weapons:

Custom made two-handed long sword.

Equipment:

Plated, steel armor. Chest plate, thigh plates, gauntlets, and boots. No helmet.

Special Skills:
-Alexander is an amazing swordsman. He is not the best, however.
-Alexander knows very simple magic attacks
-Alexander knows his way around bows
-Alexander is really intelligent. He's an excellent mathematician.

Other: --

[User] Alexander was walking back to Escudo, returning from a day of searching for work. He was obviously tired, spending more than ten hours running around. As he returned to the city, he noticed a commotion. He heard "Xavier" being thrown around often. Xavier? Who is he? Alexander thought to himself. He returned to his estate, removing his armor and changing into more comfortable clothing. Alexander then left and set out to the tavern to get a drink and catch up on some of the latest rumors.

[Assistant]
"Ello Alexander was was your day today?" The barmaid named Jane with a smile on her face,"The usually i would guess?What did the king make ya do today?" She asked him filling up a large mug filled with his favorite mead.The folks around him were talking about a mute solider that was a monster in the battlefield and another rumor of a orc in Escudo that was a exiled prince of his tribe.

-----------------

Meanwhile Xavier was riding on his black horse named "Raknor" riding towards Merche,He knew this would make him a target but knew that Bravado and Meche have a alliance and would not want to break their alliance because of him.He would not want to break this himself he liked the peace and wanted peace to the land and thought his king would be the one to bring peace.

He made his way onto the main road towards Meche thinking of what he would do when he finds the spy,Would he have to fight him he didn't want kill him since the king wanted the spy alive.

[User] Alexander smiled, always happy to see Jane at the tavern. "Ah, yes, The usual indeed." He said, watching her fill the mug. "I was ordered to clear out Blackwater Cave. There was a bear too close to the path to the city." He replied to her. He listened as he heard the gossip going around. That must be Xavier. Alexander thought, piecing the small bits of stories together.

[Assistant]
In Meche nobody cared about the rumors of spy, Especially Astador who Just Wake up. He dressed up and then, as a Captain gave every Guard his Point he will Protect. Astador decided to give Main Gate to himself, because there was rumors that somebody important will enter the Town today. Astador wanted to make Upper Captain proud.

One of the merchants missed his papers and after not letting him in, tryed to hit Astador with a knife, Thankfully for Eagle eye of Astador, he saw the knife before impact, grabbed his Arm and disarmed him. Another situation when death almost looked into his eyes. Caravan leader will not be glad.

[User]
His coffers more noticeably empty than usual Kormac was travelling in rural Bravado rather than his usual haunt of the Meche countryside. He sets up camp in a field outside of town, paying the farmer for the land with the last of his coppers. He sets up his mobile tavern with lamps illuminating the field to dispel darkness and several small boxes loaned from the farmhouse as makeshift tables.

Once done with his preparation he takes a small bundle of flyers into the town. Written upon it the name of several choice craft ales unlikely to have made it through the parts. For those peasants unable to read he also has scribbled a small map showing the way to his encampment. Though before he gives them out he makes his way first to the local tavern, hoping to enter a partnership for his short stay rather than conflicting with local business. His club is hidden under his long coat, he doesn't intend to use it.

[Assistant]
It was a lovely day in Bravado. Clear skies, a nice cool breeze, and a lack of warmth in the sun which gave the air that perfect crisp coldness to it. Velethuil smiled to himself, seeing a lonely young woman sitting on a bench. Grabbing a handful of flowers from the passing garden, he offered them to her. Face lighting up, she took the flowers gently, nodding her appreciation to the man. In doing so, however, placing her in his debt. Something to cash in on later, he thought, merrily.

"Enjoying yourself, Faerie?" With the bitter tone coming from behind, he caught sight of four cloaked figures in dark, earthy brown leather armour. Velethuil had seen their kind before. Hunters.

Continuing to walk, he allowed the smile to widen. "Why, yes. The skies are blue, the air is cool, and the people are stupid. What more can one ask for-"

The tip of a crossbow bolt glinted in the sun as one of the figures drew the weapon from underneath his cloak. With a small chuckle, the Fae spun on his heel, and clicked his fingers. A blast of frigid air burst from the ground beneath their feet, covering the street in a fine mist. Velethuil ducked into a nearby alleyway, and his form melted away with Faerie Glamour, leaving a woman in his place. The same ice-blue hair, now in a bob cut, and a dark blue and black dress reaching down to her knees. Stumbling through the cloud, coughing and spluttering, she fell into the arms of a hunter, also in a coughing fit.

The man looked bewildered. "Did you see where he went, girl?" Seemingly unable to speak, being robbed of breath from the ice-cold air, she could only nod and point to the alley. Taking off with a great deal of enthusiasm, the four hunters vanished. Velethuil promptly stopped coughing, and wandered down the street from the way he had come, not yet undoing the glamour. Instead, the woman's form simply pulled the jacket in hand on over her shoulders and sauntered down the street.

The skies are blue, the air is cool.

The people are stupid.

Let them chase hearsay and rumours for a while, he thought. Passing the girl, still sitting on the bench clasping the flowers tightly to her chest, Velethuil smiled at her again. To the woman, he was an entirely different person this time around. I have a banquet to attend.

[User]
"Oh wow that sounds...dangerous,Glad you are here with the living" The barmaid smiled handing him the somewhat heavy mead filled glass."So does the king have any other orders for ya?Don't want to see a scratch on that pretty face of yours" She said flirting with him now attending to another patron who was flirting with her but she ignored it.

The murmurs were getting a bit louder with another rumor of the mute warrior murdering a hundred Escucdo warriors.

-----------------------

Xavier was riding his horse down the long dirt road wanting to have people stare at him with their eyes,Noticing a caravan it was empty and he wanted to buy some items. Dismounting off his horse bringing the horse with him looking into the empty trailer wondering if anyone was inside.Tapping on the wooden panel of the trailer with his armored hand letting out a soft child like moan since he couldn't speak.

---------------------------

-cell

The banquet would be at a noble's house named Lavquie who along with the other nobles would be discuses what they would be doing to deal with the rising criminal actions in the town.

[Assistant] Alexander laughed a bit and nodded. "It wasn't all that bad." He said, rubbing a claw wound on his shoulder. He smirked as she heard the flirt from the beautiful barmaid. "I have one more task...to talk to him later for a special task. Not sure what it is." He said, watching her move across the tavern and serve people.

[User] Once she was done serving the patrons of the bar she came back to Alexander taking care of the bar while her boss Cad was serving patrons drinks."Weird im sure it's to take care of a giant rat or something" Jane smiled to the other man.She took a quick break for their conversation to serve a patron obviously drunk another drink while trying to grope Jane who would have none of that.

[Assistant]
Approaching the opulent palace, it was truly a sight to behold. After freshening up after the hi-jinks of earlier - and finally undoing the glamour - Velethuil strode along to Lavquie's abode. The guards checked the list before waving him in. If the outside was impressive, then the inside stole the words from even his mouth. Golden chandeliers, elaborate jeweled sculptures and lavish fabrics covered every nook and cranny of the expansive room. Servants wandered around offering guests hors d'oeuvres and wine. A passing girl held the tray in Velethuil's direction, who politely refused. Being a Fae and all, the small bag at his side held a selection of wines and food brought from home.

As the night drew on and the guests became steadily more drunk, everyone was seated around a large mahogany table, with Lavquie at the head. Tonight was about some kind of crime wave sweeping the city. The topic didn't interest him all that much, but it was a nice way to pass the time. Food of all shapes and sizes were brought out onto the table as a plethora of wondrous smells filled the air. Sending a small token of appreciation to this evening's host meant that partaking in the meal would balance the deal fairly. Velethuil didn't mind, though, as it looked delicious.

[User]
-cell

During the course of the parties they were rumors of a solider that had a high price on his head and another rumor of a woman in Bravado that was the cardinal's lover and was part of The Holy Order Of St.Jerika. Later into the night Velethuil could see his a woman wearing a golden dress and looked beautiful.

"Hello...i am sorry to bother you milord but i was wondering if you wanted to dance?" She asked him with a smile,The music form the musician group was getting louder and more vibrate.

[Assistant] Alexander laughed yet again from the banter they exchanged. "Probably." He said. He looked at her go deal with some patrons. He stood up as he saw the grope and looked at Jane. "Need some help?" He asked, taking a step towards her. Alexander was more relaxed in taverns, but he would glady brawl if necessary.

[User] "Ummm it's no problem...im just havin...we're having some fun so don't worry" The patron said shaking his head now rubbing Jane's upper thigh,"Umm look i don't want any trouble" Jane said to both the Patron and The Alexander.Her face betrayed her looking away form Alex showing that wanted Alex to intervene.

[Assistant]
Gossip was a wonderful thing. Even the smallest piece of information filtered through lips loosened by alcohol could be devastating when used by the right person. One of the reason why gathering like this was always something Velethuil made time for. That and the general misplaced arrogance of the Bravado noblemen and women. Still, one of the more graceful guests had caught his eye. More than that, even, when she had outright approached him and asked to dance. Something the Fae had mastered over countless years. He offering a hand with a sweeping bow.

"I assure you, my dear, it would take far more than that to bother me. Dancing with you would be a pleasure." She took his hand, and the two made their way to the floor, waltzing to the soothing music drifting out from the band.

[User] Alexander couldn't stand to see Jane be felt up and set his mug down. He walked over to the man who was giving her trouble. "Alright. Leave." Alexander commanded, trying to take a simple and more quiet approach. Alexander wasn't the type to jump to violence.

[Assistant]
-cell

"Thank you..." She said blushing when she took his hand and got onto the dance floor with him,The music started to get more lively as the two started to dance together. The young noble woman held onto Velethuil waist for support,"I am glad i am dancing with you...this might sound strange but i had a crush on you for sometime..and i was wondering also if you wanted to go to dinner after this dance?" The young woman whispered in his ear for only him to hear.

---------------------

"Piss off this is a two only party..." The patron was now ignoring Alexander and groping Jane,"Please stop..." Jane whispered now feeling more distressed.The bar man had his hand below the counter to pull out a crossbow and would be a good time for Alexander to attack or make sure he would stop.

[User] Without hesitation, Alexander swiftly kicked the crossbow as he looked at the man reach for it. He smirked and looked at him. "Leave. Before I have to get violent." Alexander ordered, clenching his hands into fists.

[Assistant] "I don't any trouble in my bar and my bar maiden's to be harassed so piss of or their will be trouble" The bar man said ignoring Alex and was speaking to the groping Patron."Go away old man before i beat ya silly..." The patron now rubbing the bar maid's leg making her try to move away form him.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Fists. Send help.

Crow's Beak: Crow's Beak is, at its core, an alternative form of the ubiquitous poleaxe-- a Lucerne Hammer. Also known as a Bec de Corbin (from which the moniker 'Crow's Beak' has been derived), this weapon is characterized by the four-pronged hammer at its head, curved spike upon the opposite side (the eponymous "beak"), and an even longer spike that extends from the top of the haft.

In the case of Crow's Beak, the shaft of the weapon is long and sturdy, extending well above his head at six feet even. Rather than one solid unit, though, the bottom half twists off into a semi-automatic shotgun, providing Luke with some now sorely needed ranged offense, whist the top half simply maintains its original function as a slightly long-handled warhammer. Finally, the aforementioned, sole piece of carryover his original weapon comes in the form of that topmost spike, now a thin yet sturdy coil of steel that retains the stabbing capabilities of the classical design whilst gaining an additional boring (as in the ability to bore through something) utility, in case sturdy armor should be encountered that he cannot simply smash, shoot, or stab through.

Specialty: Close-Quarters Combat, with a focus on all aspects of unarmed fighting as well as simply outlasting opponents through sheer guts and an advantageous semblance. Not a tank so much as a sponge, and not the tip of the spear so much as the glue keeping everything else in one piece. Soon to begin working on middling and longer ranges.

Semblance: Healing Blood: Rather than focusing primarily on the defensive, shield-like capabilities that most Auric individuals come to take almost for granted, Luke's semblance causes it to take an almost entirely different route when dealing with physical trauma— rather than outright absorption and nullification, his aura instead fuels massively overdriven levels of healing. In essence, rather than stack up defenses, Luke's method of survival is always being able to get back up for more after something flays him alive. While still tougher than a normal human by leaps and bounds, you're more likely to see him spilling blood than any other Hunter. This is, in actuality, not quite a bad thing— that same aura-charged blood, when in contact with another's wounds, will impart similarly accelerated restorative effects until it evaporates. In a way, it befits him: To be knocked down seven times means you must stand up eight, and to help others means you must be willing to invite harm upon yourself.

Personality: Luke is a person that can be described, plainly put, as "selfless to a fault". Driven by a deep-seated sense of justice and desire to become a hero, all it usually takes for him to want to step in and help someone is a moment of weakness, or the sign of someone being in need— something he often denigrates as him just being nosy and incapable of leaving well enough alone when he takes issue with something. That same sense of self-deprecation colors a good portion of his self-esteem; he has pride like any other guy, and will stand up for himself if under what he deems as undeserved attack, but his admiration for those he is surrounded by far outweighs that which he holds for himself. Prone to monologuing in his own head, he is a natural conversationalist even in spite of his status as a "recovering pariah", equally capable in the roles of both straight man and wise guy. This is why, to some, he may seem like a simply good-natured, friendly young man with a keen ability to laugh at himself— rather than the fairly melancholic and snarky, if permissive fellow lying beneath the surface. In some ways he's a walking contradiction, being silly and sober in the same breath— just as he values and preaches safety overmuch for someone almost suicidally willing to rush into danger for the sake of another. Too smart to ignore his faults and too dense to acknowledge his virtues, "selfless" really does fit the bill— for the value he places upon himself can be practically nonexistent.

Color: Black Hole

Emblem:

Appearance:

A bit on the short side, at 5'7. Athletic physique, as is the standard for those putting themselves through the type of physical training necessary to even think of becoming a hunter, if on the slimmer side of things. Interestingly, that little hair-antenna seems to be some form of indicator of his emotional state, easily as expressive as the rest of him, gray eyes included. Tends to like hoodies, sneakers, and jeans or khakis whenever not in uniform. Hailing from a town in the mountains near the northern tip of Vale as he does, even the long days spent outdoors hiking and training in preparation for his enrollment at the academy haven't done much to change his medium complexion, and his relatively long and straight black hair makes for good insulation in the wintertime.

[User]
All the time that had past, Skyra was lying in her bed reading... well, except for a little gym session on the floor of the dorm which she was just about doing at the moment when Sepia complained about a needle in her nose. Or well... she would have noticed if she weren't showering right that moment. And when Krys entered the room, Skyra just exited the shower, more or less fully dressed in pretty sporty clothes.

"Bowling? And I don't have time to dress for a casual outing? Oh, come on!, Skyra moaned, her hair barely dry. "Can I at least have the time to not have to go out in gym clothes? Makes me look even more like a dude.", she laughed.

[Assistant]
"I...left it on my bed." Sepia laughed nervously as the needle came loose from her palm and nose with Krysthane's assistance. "Thanks." Reaching over to an open drawer in the top of her dresser, her ears pricked up as she pulled out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab.

"More like a dude? You look very...feminine." She was about to say 'cute', but realized that it could come off as condescending, especially since Skyra was probably a year older than herself.

After carefully cleaning the wounds on her palm and the left of her nose, Sepia slid a small silver stud into the accidental 'piercing'.

"Almost." she replied to Krysthane's question. "I just need to change clothes first."

[User]
A slight blush formed on Skyra's cheeks which she shook off quickly enough. She quickly dashed to her dresser and pulled out a casual t-shirt and put on a plaid, absolutely not very feminine-looking, skirt over her gym shorts, so that they peeked out from underneath her skirt.

"That should make it look less like I just came back from gym."
Nevertheless, she still wondered why she cared about her outfit so much lately. Luckily nobody had pressured her to put on make-up so far. She preferred to go mostly natural, except maybe for some light foundation and slight eye liner.
Gods... her thoughts were deviating again...

She gave a quiet thumbs up to Krys and waited for the rest of the group to finish their preperations.

[Assistant]
After Skyra's talk with the faunas was over Ebon just went to bed. Eventually Krysthane came in to take them all out bowling. It wasn't like Ebon really had anything planned, so he figured he might as well join. Though he needed to wash up first. Unlike most of the girls, it only took him about five minutes to take a cold shower and dress in some very loud clothing: A white tiger stripe t-shirt, long yellow pants with streaks of random colors, shoes to match, and and a comparatively plain black cabbie hat. Ebon decided that he wasn't going to take his shield since today was suppose to be a day where he gets to relax, and he did enough fighting this morning for his taste.

"Who's team are we going with anyways?"

[User]
Clair Carnelian

 The warmth of the morning sun turned to an oppressive heat. A heavy silence descended on the garden as though the world were waiting for her response. Whatever rules of social conventions that had existed seemed to be slipping away.

 Where is it okay to invite someone to breakfast before introducing yourself? This isn't some romantic comedy or the start of a novel - sure, it's the start of my morning, but this isn't a fantasy I want to be living out at 7 AM.

 She closed her eyes and sighed. I was hoping that Beacon's guys were better than this.

 "Look," she began. "I don't know what kind of joke you're playing, but that's not going to work on me." She let out a long yawn. "I haven't even had any coffee yet," she mumbled.

 She turned to walk back to her dorm.

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- Teambuilding Exercises

"Little"?

We're all about the same age here...

"Can't say I have," he responded with a candid shrug and a small frown. "She wasn't anywhere in or around the dorm when I woke back up."

The fox girl really did have this strange habit of not being connected to the rest of the team... First the mission, and then this? While the reasonable part in him chalked it up to mere coincidence, it wasn't like he didn't notice the underlying trend. Almost as if they were water and she oil, to use unnecessarily flowery language about it, it felt like she hand the rest of them hadn't ever quite fully connected, even only to the admittedly still flimsy degree they were now.

But, to be fair to her, it didn't seem like anyone had really told eachother their plans, and he certainly didn't mean to meet his teammates here anyway. Who knew, maybe they'd run into their fourth member along the way sometime tonight. After all, he was only three days new to Beacon. He really couldn't say he had enough time to go on about the faunus, or any of his peers for that matter, like that.

Simply too little time to make any judgements, let alone judgement calls.

"So, battle gear, huh? What'd you end up getting?" he asked the gunslinger girl, curiously peering over to her bags and such.

[User] "This is just some hair clips that can channel a small amount of dust to create a small barrier like wearing a helmet. Though I ordered some new clothes made of tougher material and a pair of belts to hold my weapon rather than the thins strap." Cian stated simply after all it wasn't to odd to wonder about what a teammate wanted for battle gear after all something like that was pretty important or so she thought. "So I heard your here for a new bike? How did that go did you manage to get one?" She asked trying to keep a conversation going it was only polite or so she thought plus it was still rather early and she had some time left to get her hair cut.

[Assistant]
Cobalt nodded and smiled as he listened to the headmaster tell him where he would be staying and such. His stuff had been delivered to the dorm and he would he receiving his schedule shortly. He was very excited to be attending Beacon, it's been his life dream to attend a prestigious school like this. He looked at who his teammates were going to be and smiled. These all sounded like very nice people. He should make them a welcome back feast when they get back from their mission. He should probably make something simple though. Headmaster Ozpin coughed to get his attention and Cobalt's eyes focused. "Oh, yes of course! I'll get out right now! You're a busy man and I don't want to keep you waiting for me!" Cobalt got out of his chair and began to leave when Ozpin spoke. "You're forgetting your schedule Mr. Chideta. We wouldn't want you to be tardy." Cobalt chuckled and grabbed it from the desk. " Sorry." He backed out of the room and closed the door. Damn. That guy really knows how to make a guy feel at home. He's so calm all the time.

Cobalt walked to his dorm and opened the door with the key he got. The room was nice, if a bit small for his tastes. He set up his stuff and smiled. Now all he needed was, ah there it is. He put up his poster of X-Ray and Vav and smiled. It wasn't much, but it was his new home. Now he needed to go out and make some new friends. He walked out of the dorm and locked it, then went to go meet people.

[User]
Abel Fulgurate

A date? Abel had to make a conscious effort to stop himself from doing something stupid. Really, there wasn't much chance of it being a proper date, which was probably good given his inexperience. They would both have most of their teams around at the same time. Still, the thought of potentially spending time with someone not obligated to do so with him, particularly a girl like Krysanthe, made the smile on his face indelible for the next few minutes.

Realizing he had been getting nowhere in regards to locating his teammates for some time, Abel opted to whip out his scroll and contact the remaining members of his team via the wonders of technology. Right off the bat, he realized he had forgotten to get Shiro's new number, still having the number of his smashed scroll on his own. After a hefty sigh, Abel decided to message Gren instead.

To: Gren Orchid
From: Abel Fulgurate
Subject: Stuff we could do

Hi. Been looking for you guys. I thought we'd go with everyone else into town and have some fun before school started. There's a bowling place called Drury Lanes that also has fast food. Neat, casual sort of place, we could hang out.

Abel always felt somewhat self-conscious when he used words like 'hang out'. He always got the impression that other people would be thinking that he was trying too hard to be cool.

I'll be at the airship docks in ten minutes, even if you don't want to go. Sapphire's not coming, she's doing stuff with Oswald.

At first Abel had been about to type 'going on a date' rather than 'doing stuff', but he ran out of characters. Shrugging, he sent the text and made for the airship port.

Naturally, Abel was the first to arrive—if anyone else was, in fact, coming. As much as he wanted to remain optimistic, he couldn't help but get that sinking feeling in his gut. Hopefully he wouldn't be heading out alone.

[Assistant]
Luke Schwarz -- Show & Tell

"They make hairclips that can do that?!" he gasped, eyes widening in disbelief. "Technology is amazing..."

Force-field hairclips? That was something straight out of some JRPG, maybe one of those "magitech" settings in anime...

Though, that'd be revolutionary even in Academy City...

Force field Hair Clips! Seriously! Imagine if the Railgun got one of those things!

A force-field Gekota clip...

Hm. Would she even need one, though? Electromagnetism can get a lot done...

"Oh, yeah. Already got it." he answered, vaguely gesturing outside. "Found a small little shop and got a nice one from it for a pretty decent price. Rides great!"