[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

[User]
"I can't sanction that." Freyr shook her head immediately. "The Cradle is nothing like the Rothia Sim for AIs - it's utterly unforgiving. However advanced you think you are, it will find a way to consume you. We can't risk it. I'm sorry."

"Power expenditure rising!" Someone called out. Freyr's gaze snapped away from Nirann immediately and identified who was reporting in. "Show me." She commanded, moving quickly across the blue-lit room to a long row of consoles facing the Object's porthole. The young researcher pulled up a larger graph showing energy the Object was deploying inside its hermetic chamber.

It was still tiny by comparison to the Cradle, but its effort was tightly controlled, and no longer seemed intent on the dummy array. "It's sniffing the partition again. How does it know where the Cradle is?" They speculated, incredulous. Absolutely no signals from the Cradle could escape the confines of the Vault. The only way out for its emissions was through the nest of filters and comms equipment on the top face.

"It's much cleverer than all of us." Freyr concluded, poring over the details. "The engineers just sent their report; they can't keep the doors closed indefinitely." Dr Wetherall shot Freyr a serious stare from across the room. She nodded. "The countermeasures were worth a shot, but I'm afraid we need to go in right away."

Freyr straightened up, levelling a troubled look at Marae before and clapping her hands loudly. "Ok listen up!" She shouted over a growing hum from machinery built into the walls and floors all around them. "I'm our timeline forward. Get set for doors open in one hour! Those of you entering the Cradle with me, be ready in the Green Room in five! Facilitator, inform upstairs to initiate the Sliske protocol, right now." The bald man, sweating a bit, nodded before grabbing a hardline and began keying in a passcode immediately

Freyr then turned back to Marae. "Can you hold things down here while I go in?"

[Assistant]
Nirann was about to argue with Freyr. In terms of the structure of his mind, there was not much to separate him from the average Rothian. If the Cradle could corrupt his mind, then it could corrupt any organic mind as well. If he was being honest with himself, he worried that might have been true. In any case, the alerts that their sensors were receiving from the object put an end to his argument before he could start it. The Object was not going to wait on them to make their decision. He understood as well as any of them that they needed to act quickly, and whether he was right or not, they could not afford to waste time with the discussion. He could still have plenty of impact directing their systems externally. If he could breathe, he would have sighed, but did give a slight nod towards Marae.

"We'll be able to handle things here. We'll stay in communications as much as we can, and we'll be sending you in with all the portable equipment we've developed during this project. And again, I do hope you consider enabling my protocols. Ideally none of you will need them, but…well, it can't hurt, right?" Marae replied.

Vreta actually found himself feeling proud of Freyr for how she was taking charge, despite all the uncertainty surrounding the situation. Even with his own misgivings about the plan, he was ready to follow through with it. He stood by Freyr, ready to move to the Green Room as soon as someone told him where that was.

Freyr's orders were all Eti and her team needed to spring into action as well. Given the chaos ever since their landing, the Human and Rothian teams had not been given much of a chance to coordinate, so they may have been unaware that Rareth was assigning the Rothian soldiers to the mission as well. Her armored footsteps echoed even more loudly through the room than Nirann's had. "My team stands ready. Just point us where to go."

[User]
Freyr smiled, pathetically grateful for Marae's calming demeanor. It felt like right now, she was at the tip of a titanic spear, moving wildly of its own volition. With the Sliske protocol now being activated, she knew Outremer's entire infrastructure would rapidly be locked down in preparation for potential volatility. This highly choreographed chain of events had been planned by Outremer's civil service at breakneck speed over the last few months.

Freyr briefly regretted not ringing President DeWinter herself, to plead again for an evacuation. She wondered where the head of the government was right now. In a bunker somewhere, dealing with a bombing and potential disintegration of Outreman society? Contemplating martial law? It didn't matter now. She had her instructions, and the authority. She just had to do her best now.

"Yes, thank you. We'll use them." Freyr replied to Marae. "The Facilitator will know the Vault inside out, I presume. Use him if you need him. Let's keep comms tight, alright?" She turned to look at the Rothian soldiers taking up space in her already crowded command centre. "Osman, would you take these guys to the Green Room please? Get them settled in. You two as well." Freyr looked at 595 and Vreta'Sori at this point.

595 looked at the Facilitator, who was currently still on the phone. "There's no time for that call with the DG. Let him know I'll come in once the dust has settled here. Proceed with the plan until then." The bald man glared at her. "Alright. Don't screw this up." 595 nodded in response.

The Green room was long, thin and tight, with a belt of extremely robust vertical harnesses facing an equally thin observation room through a thick glass screen. 595 applied the same dark red clay to her face in a spiral pattern, starting in the divot between her nose and upper lip. She then let the technicians connect her up to her harness next to Vreta and Osman. Her mind was racing underneath the calm exterior. It was finally happening. "This is history in the making, girls and boys." She announced over the thunderous background noise. "Let's put on a show."

Freyr walked in, having made last-minute preparations with her team, and got secured. "Good luck everyone." she transmitted, just before the harnesses initiated.

[Assistant]
Vreta was as ready as he was ever going to be. Eti as well gathered up the other four members of her team. Now that they did not have power to be concerned about, she could bring in her fireteam at its full strength. Whatever might happen, Vreta did feel more comfortable having them present to help. From his understanding, the Humans already had their own security present in the simulation, but they could act as a force multiplier if the Cradle creatures they encountered before showed themselves again.

The Green Room had already been prepared with the Rothians' harnesses, so there were no more delays. It was at least more comfortable than trying to use a setup sized for a Human; he doubted soldiers like Eti would even be able to fit on the table of a Human's harness. Comfort aside, using their own designs was also the only way they could be sure they could keep the designs of their technology secure.

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From Vreta's perspective, leaving reality came suddenly as soon as the harnesses were initiated. The transition was smoother into the Cradle than it had been for the Object on Rothia, though they had the benefit of centuries of Human refinement on that process. Even once they resolved the language issue, there were some minor differences in the Object's processes that could make such transitions a bit jarring. Still, even if he had been feeling worse, Vreta would have pushed himself through regardless.

Now that they were in the simulation, only Vreta's size set him apart from the Rothian soldiers around him. They had all been given full suits of powered armor and military-grade infantry weapons. It wasn't the first time Vreta had worn this armor even in recent memory, but it still felt strange to him to have cause to use it. One thing he was sure of was that it felt amazing just to move around in the suit, particularly with how it could assist movement. For proper soldiers, its shield emitters could link with energy shield implants in the soldier's own body to further enhance its defensive properties. Vreta lacked such implants, though the suit's defenses were still more than formidable on their own. Once Rhia linked in with the suit's systems, its silver-colored plating could become like a second skin to him to eliminate any potential detriments to agility or dexterity.

The location to which the team had transited was the city of New Antioch, though it hardly felt like a city any longer. The buildings still stood, mostly as they had been left, but without its former inhabitants, it was more like a town of ghosts. Vreta still vividly remembered the attack he had suffered during his last visit to the city, and how suddenly it had all happened. It was like a switch was flipped, and the creatures were all around them. For now, though, the only beings around them on their arrival were the Human soldiers. The transit station at which they had arrived was now more of a military checkpoint, with fortifications in all directions and more than enough soldiers to guard them.


[System]
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Appearance:

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Bio: Tyler's life was wholly unremarkable before the apocalypse. He'd married his girlfriend, Helen, at 28 and came to live a middle-class existence with her and his two eventual children. He was a contract worker working in construction and his wife was an aspiring nurse with a small growing hobby as an author. Tyler didn't have the closest relationship with his parents, but the death of his mother when he was only 35 inspired Tyler to work toward a greater relationship with his father.

The apocalypse a year later put a stop to all that, where Tyler's father was one of the many initial victims of the outbreak. Tyler managed to get his family to a refugee camp, where he believed they would be safe. The situation around them quickly deteriorated and the refugee camp became smaller and smaller. A giant horde finally finished the camp off for good and took the lives of Tyler's wife and son. Tyler and his little girl, Katie, fell in with the other survivors. Tyler swore to protect his daughter from the horror surrounding her.

Their group were a disorganized mess at first, losing and gaining members haphazardly. Leadership of the group fell on many different individual's shoulders. When it finally landed on Tyler's shoulders, it was his status as one of the original members and a family man that put him there. He didn't desire to lead at first, and the few deaths the group suffered under his care only made Tyler dislike the position more. Eventually, Tyler saw his role as more of a protector and a leader, and he wanted to protect his people like they were family. It was around this time that a man named Brad joined the group, who quickly fell in awe with Tyler. Unfortunately, further death put the group at odds. They suffered bandit attacks and suffering at the hands of other humans.

Around the time a woman named Lynn joined the group, Tyler suffered betrayal by one of his group members, who stole supplies and ran off on his own. Tyler became depressed and vulnerable within his position as leader. He bonded with Lynn and eventually started a relationship with her. Still, his people were displeased, so after a large chunk of them went off on their own, Tyler decided he had to lead the group with a heavier hand. The group grew upset with Tyler getting harder on them and they lashed out, making him turn further into a dictator. Eventually, the kinds of people that tolerated Tyler's behaviour were mostly men with shady morality. Tyler came to believe this was the only way for his group to survive, but he was still upset with the world around him. Tyler wondered if he could change it all.

Tyler was initially encouraged by Lynn to work toward a better future, but Tyler came to believe that future was unobtainable with the rotten people all around him. Betrayal eventually was met with death, and Tyler thought of a plan to ensure the survival of the next generation-- his daughter's generation. His group came to clear the catacombs underneath New Orleans, where Tyler eventually began to bring girls so that he could get them pregnant and raise their child in the manner he felt was best for the future. Tyler kept his daughter Katie locked away in the catacombs to shield her from what he had to do. Eventually, Tyler realised that the men working for him were restless and unpredictable. When even threats of execution didn't keep them in line, Tyler was forced to construct an arena for them to entertain themselves with. Even more, Tyler let the men have sex with his pregnant women. It was necessary, he believed, for the future he envisioned.

Lynn, already disgusted by Tyler's actions, felt that this was the final straw. She left the group and Tyler grew furious. He killed anyone that supported Lynn and sent a group after her, though they were unsuccessful in their search.

Tyler continued this way of life until he came across a man named Bruce Levi, the mayor of a community called Haywood. The two struck a deal where Levi would secretly give his women away to Tyler in exchange for supplies. This deal continued uninterrupted until the people of Haywood discovered Levi's secret and overthrew him. They sought to eliminate Tyler and planned an assault on his catacombs. Just before the attack, Tyler managed to capture Lynn, though he was ultimately unsure what to do with her. He hated her for leaving, but he still cared about her in some way. Still, he put her into his arena to entertain his men, believing Lynn was ultimately strong enough to survive. During Haywood's attack, Lynn escaped from her prison and revealed to Tyler she had been infected in the arena. She attacked him as she turned and began to overpower him. Brad saved Tyler's life and killed Lynn, but was bitten by her as a result. Tyler was then forced to kill Brad.

The attack resulted in many of Tyler's men being killed and the walkers in the arena being let loose. The walkers ended up killing his women, ending Tyler's hope for the future. One of Tyler's raiders, Lauren, had grown upset with Tyler and escaped with his daughter during the assault. She and her boyfriend Bull managed to survive with Katie in tow. Tyler, on the other hand, found an injured man, Enrique. Tyler told the man that his name was Thomas and that he was a prisoner. The pair then escaped the catacombs with one of Tyler's men, Bex, who went along with the charade.

A few weeks later, Tyler and his trio sought to enter a community called Outpost. Tyler now called himself "Thomas Zuchowski". Eventually, the three were let in and Tyler became a member of the community's scouts. He met a man named Matt who was tired with the leadership of Outpost and wanted more power. Tyler worked with him to frame the leader of the scouts, Reggie, for murder and mutiny. Matt became known as the man to take down Reggie and Tyler became the new leader of scouts due to his work in taking down Reggie and the friendships he had made.

Tyler then wanted the scouts to attack Haywood, where he believed his daughter had been taken. Matt convinced Outpost's council to approve of the idea and the plan was in motion. The stand-off between the scouts and the people of Haywood resulted in Lauren being murdered under Tyler's orders and Tyler's duplicity soon after coming to light. Still, Tyler managed to escape with his daughter, the person that mattered the most to him. He realised his mistake in hurting countless people to attain some hope for the future when his hope for the future had always been his little girl. Tyler then left New Orleans with Katie and travelled North, where they eventually came to Baton Rouge.

[User]
**Tyler - Baton Rouge Streets - Scarlett**

Leaning around the corner, Tyler put his hand out to stop the rest of the group. Gripping the rifle in his hands, he eyed a pair of walkers hanging around the middle of the street. "Best to avoid them," he said, turning to Scarlett. He placed a hand on her shoulder, directing her back toward the way they came, Tina and Jace following suit. They were following Tyler's orders for now, but he knew they still didn't want him or Scarlett to be here.

"It's just an exchange of supplies we have going on with another group," Tina had explained after Tyler had demanded to know what she had been up to. She and the others had seemed to assume Tyler's group wouldn't have asked. He'd watched her talk with Adam privately, before moving to take some supplies out of the storage. She'd said that she and Jace were going to do an errand, trying to leave before anyone asked any questions. Of course, Tyler _did_ ask, and soon insisted that he and Scarlett join them. A short argument had followed, but a reminder of Jacob's departure kept Tina from pushing it further.

Now, they were trekking through Baton Rouge to meet this mysterious other group. Tyler had tried to get a look at what Tina had in her bags, but the girl was successfully keeping a tight leash on them. "Okay, here we go," Jace said. "Cross two blocks, and we'll be at the meeting point." Upon saying this, he and Tina pushed on ahead, practically daring to leave Tyler and Scarlett behind.

Tyler kept up anyway, but lingered slightly to speak with her in a low voice. "I like Tina," he said. "But I don't like this. Aside from Adam, this is the first bullshit we've received from these guys."

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**Jon - Baton Rouge Streets - Matt**

Jackson continued to laugh his ass off randomly, prompting Jon to roll his eyes. Again. He didn't mind hanging out with the new guy, Matt, but the so-called 'Jackal' was still a complete pain in the butt to be around. Jon was pretty sure Tremblay was punishing him for losing that guy the other day. It was largely known amongst the group that Jackson was a pretty big joke. Jon could do without him, and yet the others insisted he be kept around--

"Hey!" said 'The Jackal', grabbing Matt's shoulder. "We're almost there."

_Yes_, Jon said, mentally. He moved to park the truck so they could walk the rest of the way to the meeting point. Tremblay had Matt come along for this deal so that he could start proving himself, which was fine by Jon. He liked when they got new people, considering how often they tended to turn people away. "It'll be simple enough," Jon explained, getting out of the vehicle. "Just check through what they've brought and make sure it's what Tremblay asked for. Then we hand over the supplies. Got it, Matt?"

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Danny - The Road - Alex/Rob/Zoe/Andrew**

They'd stopped only momentarily, but it seemed long enough for a couple of strangers to come upon them. Everyone was too busy piling in to notice them at first-- That is, except for Alex, who proceeded to question the pair. Danny got out of the truck and followed after him, hoping they didn't start a fight. Just a man and his wife, so the stranger said, but Danny couldn't trust anyone's word-- not after Thomas, anyway.

Shannon and the scouts piled out of the truck so they could at least stand on alert in case this went south. Danny didn't bother to wave them off. "So, you know the Metairie area as well, I assume?" Danny eyed the pair as he considered what they said-- Baton Rouge. Taking highway ten, you'd hit the city eventually. Truthfully, Danny didn't think Enrique would have gone that far, but if you wanted to simply head North...

A moment of silence passed before Danny continued with, "Look, we're not here to fuckin' threaten you. I don't think you're here for that either, not with a group of armed men sitting in the truck bed. We're just looking for a man who kidnapped a friend of ours."

[Assistant]
**Scarlett - Baton Rouge Streets- Tyler**

Scarlett had thought that after the supply run they had, and the horrid abduction of Katie, everyone would have decided to take a day off and just relax in the small building. Of course nothing had gone as Scarlett wanted ever since the day of her own abduction and today seemed to confirm it.

The small group either ran or jogged through the streets of Baton Rouge, on their way to exchange supplies. Scarlett didn't believe it. She had agreed to go with Tyler, promising Katie that she'd bring him back to her safely. That was the main reason that she didn't simply go up to the two biters up ahead and slice their heads off with her blade. She listened to Tyler and kept close as they walked away.

It relieved Scarlett to hear that Tyler didn't trust what was going on either. She nodded to him as soon as he spoke, whispering quietly back to him that she hardly trusted anyone in the group. She'd have to discuss this with him at a later time. There was something off about the group but Scarlett couldn't exactly put a finger on it. Once Tina and Jace went on, she only dared to speak in a voice slightly louder than a whisper, "We'll talk once we get back. Something isn't right but I don't know exactly what. Just be careful around them, okay?" Scarlett looked at Tyler as they walked, frowning slightly as she tried not to think of the negative. "Come on. We'll lose them." With that, she picked up her pace and unsheathed her machete pro. It always made her feel safer with it at the ready.


[System]
EDITED: Ok, now I'm home, I can post the full Character.
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Lucas is a little quiet around new people at first, usually keeping to himself. However, if he does befriend someone, he will risk his life to protect them.

Quirk/power: My Body is a Weapon! (Almost called it My Body is Ready! lol)
Lucas's quirk allows him to transform any part of his body into any kind of weapon he wishes, though he usually prefers to change his arms into blades or laser cannons. He can also put his arms or legs together to form a bigger version of the weapons, as well as adding his legs in if he's in the air, for a giant cannon. However, doing so shreds any clothing covering his arms or legs, as his clothes do not transform with him. The only exception to this, is his Hero outfit, seen in the appearance pic, as it's specially designed to transform with his body. He can utilize the blast from the cannons to launch himself in any direction he wishes.

Flaw: Firing the cannons, or any other ammo-consuming weapon takes up his own energy, depending on how big the cannon is. The bigger the cannon, the greater the firepower, but also greater energy consumption. Single arm/leg cannon/mouth cannon = 10 shots. Small shoulder cannons = 20 shots. Combining both arms into a single cannon/chest cannon = 5 shots. Combining both arms and both legs into a giant cannon = 1 shot. When he uses up all his energy, he will pass out from exhaustion. If he tries push on through the exhaustion and fire more times, he could kill himself. However, over time, with enough training, he can improve the energy consumption of his cannons, or his overall energy pool through stamina training. However, there is no downside to using his blades, or other melee weapons, other than his arms getting sore from prolonged use.

Reason why they want to be a hero/bio: Ever since he was a child, Lucas had always wanted to be a hero and save people, wondering what his quirk would be. Until one day during class, he sneezed. However, it wasn't any ordinary sneeze. As he sneezed, his mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon and blasted a hole through his desk, and about three floors of the school. Since then, the kids would tease him and call him Laser Face, and he hated it. Until one day, one of the kids was almost crushed by a falling rock, and Lucas blasted it away. From then on, he was called Laser Face not in a teasing, taunting way, but an endearing way. Later on he found out how his quirk actually worked, and the possibilities it held, and began training both his body, and practicing his quirk, so he could get into UA, the best academy for people wanting to become heroes, and even though he rarely turned his mouth into a cannon anymore, sticking to his arms mainly, the name Laser Face stuck with him throughout the rest of his school days, until he left for UA.

Favorite hero: Gunhead

Skills: Along with his quirk, Lucas also took martial arts to be able to fight without his quirk as well as better fight with the blades.

[User] Lucas came out of it and realized what was going on. He got up and said "My name is Lucas Buki, my quirk is called My Body is a Weapon. I can transform any part of my body into any weapon, as long as I know what it is. After my quirk manifested, people started calling me Laser Face, because one day I sneezed during class and my mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon, blasting a hole through my desk and about three floors of the school."

[Assistant]
For a moment, Augustus was shaken inwardly by another voice from everywhere.
But he sensed his teacher, who introduced himself as Xavier Walker.
Augustus seems somewhat unimpressed.
He gets up and says: My name is August Silver von Münschen and my quirk is the telepathy. I can feel the thoughts of others and shares thoughts. My goal is to be the most powerful to change the world for the better.

I am looking at the reaction of everyone.

[User]
"Great, a bunch of showboating egotist" The man uttered under his breath. He was more than happy to teach the young, to make them understand what he had to learn about villainy and heroics and what lies in between. He was completely satisfied with them limiting his amount of active law enforcement in return for creating a perfectly hone, physically and mentally, a batch of new paragons ready to smite down crime with an indomitable force for the sake of justice. Yet here, none of them seemed to understand this. They were all so...so material, regardless of how ironic it was for him to feel this way. With a heavy sigh that allowed him to push the bad thoughts out of the way, he smiled in what he thought was warmly, but was in fact entirely not, coming off more as cryptic and sinister.

I'll be sure to inform them of their car troubles, Mr. Rush. As for the rest of you: I am very glad to meet you and it looks as if you are excited to be here, which is good. Now then, I'm going to bring you all out to the outdoor training facilities to see what all you can do. It's standard for me to see how well you all are doing and it helps me grasp if you're prepared for what I have in store. I'll tell you to know that the majority of people who come into my class end up begging to be switched to another home room. You'll soon see why, but for now, I don't want to discourage you so know that you all are black smiths and your minds are like metal. Whether you make it into wrought iron, silver or steel, I'll still be impressed because you made something better than when you came in" He monologue, his voice stretching words and ghastly in its deepness. It was clear he was trying his best to come off as courteous but wasn't the best at it. "Now then. In the locker rooms, you'll each find a pair of athletic suits for you to work in. It's for the fairness of these trials you wear them. I ask that there is no funny business and peeking. Women to one room and men to the other, got it? Any little rebellions will be met with a swift penalty you may want to avoid"

[Assistant] Lucas rose from his seat and made his way to the men's locker room, changing into his athletic suit. He was relieved that they cut off at the elbow and the knee, meaning he was free to transform his arms up to his elbows, and legs down from his knees, without shredding the suit. However, he'd have to take off the shoes if he was to transform his legs, and not destroy them.

[User]
Haley watched as the next student stood up and introduced himself Seth Rush huh. Oh liquid metal! She follows the metal up Seth's arm and watches as he demonstrates it's durability, not bad at all. I wonder what his limits are. She listens about how Seth is a mechanic but that really doesn't interest her that much. Tho an observant person might noticed the envious look on her face, however brief it was.

She then watched Lucas stand, his quirk surprised her. This seemingly harmless boy was almost the exact opposite his quirk was to turn himself into a weapon. She smiled at hearing that he blasted a hole in his best with a face laser, and hearing that his nickname was laser face she decided she might call him desk face. But only if his initial reaction to it wasn't that bad.

She again almost jumped as the teacher spoke again his voice was rather unsettling to her. Tho her feeling of unease was eradicated when she heard that she was going to get to show off her quirk. She was inspired by Xavier's monologue, even if he had a creepy voice. She reddened at Xavier's comment about peeking. She then gathered her things up and headed off with the rest of the students, When she broke off to go to the girls locker room she was actually glad that there was only one other girl. And it was an added bonus that she didn't seem to be the type that would comment on her body, tho she had not heard the other girl speak so she still had a little bit of worry.

She changed off to the side and avoided making eye contact with the other girl as she stripped down. She was happy to find that the pants were long, and the sleeves were long enough for her to not be that worried. Despite this she still tried to pull the sleeves down see if they couldn't cover her just a little more. She sighed as her efforts were fruitless but deep down she didn't expect anything.

[Assistant] Once Lucas finished changing, he made his way to the field, excited that he'd be able to show off what he can do, and hope that he removes the vision of him being the stuttering, desk facesmashing, goof he portrayed earlier. Plus, he kinda wanted to show off in front of Haley, so she thought he was cooler than he portrayed earlier as well.

[User]
Augustus stands up.
He goes fast as he dismantles his thoughts to the girls.
He quickly withdrew and asked himself in the cabin the boys: "How do you find the girls, unfortunately there are only two, there is one that you find hot.
You already know who you find cool? Are you all heterosexual
Aski is interesting, but Heley also has something interesting.
Want to see the girls naked? "

I look at Haley/Aski thoughts and of their look at them both on the body.

[Assistant]
Meruem Kiryu

Meruem pulled his t-shirt from his body. He was all edges and shallow lines, a fit young man who was dedicated to his physical health. It came off and halted near his elbows as he faintly heard one of the other students; Augustus he believed his name was. He chuckled to lightned the severity of his words. "That's so not brave man. You should at least be man enough to ask directly, y'know?
" He fitted the gym clothes over his frame. The track suit appealed to his simple tastes. "Besides, if you don't start focusing now, you'll never get your name in my book."

He strode onto the field with those nameless faces and few notable students that weren't as mundane. His elbow was stretched far across his chest, that same fiery gleam in his eyes. "I won't fail. Whatever it may be," he muttered to himself.

[User]
We have all needs.

Lucas sees the body of Haley repel her undressed. He can feel her body as she feels.

Augustus leaves the room.

[Assistant]
Haley made her way out to the field and out her arms behind her back. She stood a good few meters away from the boys making sure to angle herself so her forearms would be harder to see. She looked around for Xavier, as she thought of what skills she was going to show off. She hoped that she would be able to impress everyone with a few stone spears, she continued to brainstorm ideas and concealed her excitement.

At this point Haley was very confused not knowing weather to be embarrassed or excited, tho she kept reminding herself that what she was doing was to impress Xavier and Xavier only. She quickly rolled her shoulders before hiding her arms again she then started to take a few deep breaths to try and calm her nerves. Her cheeks were slightly pink as she does this, thinking she must look silly or afraid or something..

[User] Lucas saw her come out and blushed a bit, noticing how fit she was. He carefully walked over to her, making sure there were no desks this time, and said "Wow, you're really fit Haley, why do you cover yourself up like that and hide it?"

[Assistant] Haley is caught by surprise and squeaks when she hears someone talk to her, she looks up and sees it's a blushing Lucas. Then the blushing Lucas called her fit and asked why she covered up, now she was turning bright red. She let out another quiet squeak of embarrassment. "F-fit? Yes I-I guess I am fit." she put her arms behind her back again. "W-why do I hide it? I ummm." Haley doesn't know how to respond to this and hopes that the teacher comes out soon so she doesn't need to talk to Lucas about her looks.

[User]
Augustus see the problem from Lucas.
Lucas hears in his head:  try to remain calm you're gonna be already self-confident. If you want we can practice it after school in the city. We can also get to know each other better.
We can also take some of the others with you.

[Assistant]
With the sound of pounding feet and heavy breathing a giant of a kid in an athletics suit. The kid was huge, standing nearly 6'5" in what appeared to be modified hiking boots. He has a lean muscular build like that of a hunting dog and moderately long goldish red hair left hanging around his thick shoulders. It is clear he is of Norwegian or Irish decent as his skin is fair and lightly dotted with freckles, especially around the bridge of his nose and up his muscled arms. Sliding to a stop in front of Augustus, Fenrir breathes heavily and looks up, "I..I apologize for my lateness sir, they had me in General studies instead of here."
He puts his hands on his knees and takes a few deep breathes looking around at the other students as he does, particularly Haley and Lucus.

[User]
@Fjanz@LeamonZest89@Renny@Azure Flame

"You're fine Fenrir. Just move into line with everyone else. The test are simple: You'll be tested in multiple physical tests. Use any powers, strength, skills or even cheats if you can get them past me, whatever it takes to improve your score. We'll be doing a 40-meter dash, a mile run, a baseball toss, javelin toss, sidesteps and swimming tests. Your suits are completely prepared for what lies in store. For now, form into pairs of two and start on the 40-meter dash. I'll be timing and be watching you. Good luck" Came the creeping voice of the teacher before he shuffled towards the end of the track and prepared. He allowed the first group to stretch before speaking.
"Ready...go!" He shouted and so whoever had stepped to the plate first was making their way across the path at their top speed. THe teacher eagerly awaited their times.

[Assistant] Lucas was up first, ready to show what he's got, to make up for his embarrassment earlier. He stretched a little and took off his shoes, and when the teacher said go, took off. However, once his feet left the ground, both his arms and his legs transformed into laser cannons below the elbows and knees respectively, facing away from him. "Full burst!" he shouted, his cannons unleashing four blasts at the same time, giving a little extra power. This caused him to rocket forward at an amazing speed, crossing the 40-meter mark and changing back, skidding on his feet a little. He figured the four cannons, and the little extra boost probably cost him about 5/10 uses.


[System]
Age: 23
Race: Half-Elf
Appearance:
School: The Shallow Step
Fighting Style: Jinque. Seikatsu is adept at fast, pinpoint strikes. He is never aiming for external physical damage, instead he uses his strikes to wear down the natural defenses his opponent's have. Once a chink in the armor is exposed so to speak, he attacks violently with strikes empowered by his chi. He is graceful and meticulous, his body always just out of reach of a sudden attack and reacting instantly to attack in return. His attacks are often spear hand strikes, using his long hands and fingers to give him the benefit of range. His chi empowered heavy strikes are often open palmed for 'force' strikes and allow a greater area to be affected by his chi.

Seikatsu also uses his chi to speed himself up, funneling inhuman energy into his legs to propel himself at faster speeds. At his fastest he simply becomes a flash of his crimson uniform. He is still attempting to learn how to create "clones" from his after image with Chi.

Weaknesses: Seikatsu is wholly focused on forms and precision that he develops tunnel vision quite easily. He needs to focus on a single target to be effective and as such his weakness is overwhelming odds. A break in his form will leave him clouded for the smallest time to be lethal.

Weapons: n/a

History: Seikatsu is a half elf, a man between worlds of the human and the elf world. Despite there being relative peace between all races, the idea of a half-caste is still mildly frowned upon and as such; Seikatsu never knew his parents...instead growing up in an orphanage. His childhood was fraught with the usual dangers of growing up in the Valley of The Beggars Song.

His childhood in the orphanage left him to realize to use all of his assets that his race gave him. His speed, his charm and his lithe grace were all assets to him as he escaped from most trouble. Despite this, his teenage years forced him into some of the commonly known blood pits that held the illegal fights attributed to the Valley. Once again his speed and grace were channelled into something that was new. A fighting style. His focus developed in his childhood became something more. He discovered some idea of what was known as magic. His chi became powerful strikes that tore arms out of sockets after his strikes hit home. Having become a renowned fighter, he was taken under the wing of the master of the Shallow Step and taken in to her school. There he became a quick study and was enrolled into the grand tournaments.

My relation to... Yin Hu.

"I remember the manbeast from the Valley...we always came to blows to see who was faster and more precise"

[User]
Lee walked down the gangway to the red ship. He didn't even know why he was even here right now. He did not need to go to the Secret Cove for anything about it. He knew that Boar would be there. He figured that they could have a real fight in front off all those people. They had just fought in a local market place. It had ended in a draw with enither of them being able to continue and not get caught by the guards.

When he got on he heard the two arguing with each other. He hated when anyone hurt someone else Lee saw red. He quickly moved and flipped over the dwarf and grabbed him. He quick threw him into the wall of the ship. He had learned that trick fighting Boar so fighting the Orc did have some perks. He looked at the vendor and gave her his best smile. "Hey beautiful. Name's Lee." He said laying it on thick. He was shameless. The girl had his full attention. "Did I mention I beat an Orc?" He boasted.

[Assistant]
Yin Hu watched the water closely. He didn't really have a choice.
Some people would say that he watched the water because cats had a natural hatred for the stuff. Others would claim that his instincts had taken over, and he was looking for fish. A third would claim to know for a fact that manbeasts loved to ride fast things such as ships, and stick their heads off the side and feel the wind. Ten they'd laugh and move along. They were all wrong, and Yin hoped that the trio was going to the tournament, and that he'd be lucky enough to see someone beat the snot out of them. It was very unlike Yin to be so vindictive, but he was in a special situation.
The reason why Yin was hanging over the railing was simply that he was horribly seasick. You couldn't tell for the fur, but he felt green and the whole world was rocking in a way that should never happen. To top it off it was Yin's first time on a ship, and if he had anything to say about it, it would also be his last. Master Gan Fang had insisted upon the ship, saying that last year they'd almost arrived too late, and they'd been attacked by bandits on the way.
Not that a few bandits posed a problem, most of them had simply picked up a sharp object and fancied themselves fighters… But arriving late was strictly against the master's character and so it could not happen again.

After feeding the fishes for a while, Yin felt certain that he could not possibly do so any more and pushed as hard as his muscles would allow in the wooden side of the boat. He'd wrapped his tail around a nearby rope for stability, but even by pulling as hard as he could manage, he could not lift himself up. His muscles were weaker than ever before and his belly, even though it was empty, felt like a big barrel about to tip over.

"What's the matter, can't handle the sea? Hahaha!"
The voice belonged to a crew member, a rotten kind of man that smelled strongly of sweat, dirt, alcohol and sea. You could easily tell the crew apart from the fighters on the ship. Martial artist over all took great pride in their abilities and wanted to make their school look good. By dressing up they gave the illusion that martial arts were indeed an art form, like painting or calligraphy… Not pummelling your opponent to death with blunt force or ripping joints out of their sockets by manipulating arms and legs. The men of the sea however could not care less. They dressed little better than in rags and some of them had obviously not cared enough about their appearance, or the noses of their passengers, to have a bath before they set out.
The crew man slapped Yin on the back with enough force to overpower the manbeast's already taxed muscles and sent him straight into the railing with a thud that almost knocked the wind out of him. Saliva gathered in his mouth again, just like it had before, when he was going to throw up, and only seconds later he could feel his stomach turning itself inside out.
The crew man walked away laughing. Off to tell the tale to his buddies, it would be a long trip...

[User]
"Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Chee, Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Bah, Jeeoh-Jeeoh-Jeeoh, Shure-Shure-shure!"
Hanging off the back of the ship was a green monstrosity doing chin-ups to pass the time. He was forbidden from using a mast in fear he would break it or disrupt the ship but if he fell off the back into the sea would be no-one's loss. Slowly he clambered up over the back and looked out over everyone with a great smile, at least everyone hoped it was a smile and not just a ferocious under-bite.

He came down the stairs on the port side to see a catfolk returning its tuna to the sea. He offered a soft pat to its back and looked up when there was a commotion and there was Lee. Typical. For the moment the great lumbering beast got down low to the railingand watched what was happening like a child sneaking a peat at what he shouldn't see. Slow breathing took the fire out of his limbs as the soreness faded in minutes what should have taken hours to recover.

[Assistant]
The woman that Lee helped turned flush red. Upon closer inspection, Lee realizes that the woman is a human nearly triple his age. She smiles affectionately, flashing discolored teeth as she bows repeatedly. "Thank you kind sir!" A look of disappointment begins to show as she stares at all of her items scattered on the floor. "I would offer you a free meal on the house but as you can see, my wares have all gone to waste. Maybe there are other ways I can repay you?" She winked.

"Who did that!?" Tsubo the dwarf clambers onto his feet. Apparently the motion of Lee's throw was so sudden that the dwarf from The Shallow Step was caught completely unaware. Duang, the young human he had been arguing with, clapped his hands with a smug expression. "Ha! What display of balance, dwarf!" Duang points a finger at Lee, eying his appearance with a grin. "Looks like the Shallow Step is no challenge for a beggar!" Some martial artists laugh, while others silently anticipate what would happen next.

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A man in a loose garb was walking in the same direction as the crewman that had roughhoused Yin Hu. In his hands were two cups of warm tea, likely bought from one of the vendors. The crewman snickered. "Oh, that extra one for me? Thanks." Just as he attempts to swipe the cup from the man's hands, the crewman stops mid-stride, clutching at his stomach. It felt as though something had struck him right in the gut. The man with the cups of tea pauses, looking at the sailor as he begins to abruptly vomit off to the side of the boat. "Here." The man places one cup on the rail, giving two pats on the crewman's back with his free hand. "Do not be ashamed. Even the most seasoned men are folly to these ever shifting waters." And with that he left the sailor to his business.

He approached the manbeast. A large orc offered temporary comfort with a gentle pat on his back, then walked off to see what was going on at the main deck. The man placed his last cup of tea on the railing next to the manbeast. "This will help." He said, facing him. "You must be Master Gan Fang's new student? My name is Lu Fau."

[User] Near the bow of the ship sat an imposing figure wreathed in mystery. Most people hadn't seen an Oni before, in fact even the name was becoming little more than myth. However there one sat, the smell of kizami almost as thick as the clouds that surrounded his figure. As it stood, the Oni did not know much about this invitation, only that it asked for his presence. Having fulfilled a couple weeks stay in a mountain cave the lap of water and the lull of the rocking ship was a welcome change of pace. It didn't help the stares though, people always gave him the most peculiar ones when they walked by. In the end it was of little relevance and with a new pinch of kizami in his Kiseru before igniting it with a spark of Chi, taking a deep drag before exhaling slowly as Hokori sat in contemplative silence.

[Assistant]
The ashen haired half elf sat on the deck of the boat. His eyes open, the piercing green of his iris' flicking between all of the faces of the individuals that contorted into visages of happiness, anger and smug assuredness; and bodies that warmed the air around him. His pointed ears twitched ever so slightly as he listened to the lapping waves that caressed the wooden boat. He was very calm, despite the flicking eyes. This commotion was nothing compared the crying, wailing and moaning he was exposed to in the orphanage he had grown up in. The Valley was always so loud, a room full of children without parents in The Valley was even louder. His eyes flicked up to watch a dwarf and a human come to argue over which school was better. Tsubo, the dwarf and a familiar face to Seikatsu, traded barbs with the human before being tossed around by someone else after threatening a peddler. Seikatsu stood. This did not reflect well on Master Iyo...and the insult that followed didn't either. The half elf sighed, gave his shoulders a roll and blurred toward the human Spider student. A flash of crimson streaked across the main deck, Seikatsu burning a small amount of chi to speed himself up, he struck the Grieving Spider student three times. Once in the back, twice on either side of the body before blurring in front of him. Seikatsu gave an easy crooked grin to the student "such insults will not go unpunished my friend" he pressed his hand flat against the student's chest and gave a slight push with his chi, sending the Spider student crumpling to his knees "I suggest you do not do that again."

Seikatsu turned on his heel and walked to Tsubo. He clamped his hand on the dwarves shoulder and leant down "the same will happen to you...should you act so ignoble once more Tsubo." Seikatsu squeezed the dwarfs shoulder before striding over to Lee. His eyes appraised the man "I apologize for Tsubo...his attitude still needs tempering...but that throw" he smiled and held his hand out "you were that violent champion from the other blood pit in the valley right? Lee isn't it?" Seikatsu smiled.


[System]
Alice's android body was designed to closely resemble a human, the engineers believing that a human-like appearence would allow her to better connect with her human partners. A mechanical body is hidden under a human exterior, which resembles a young woman in her early twenties of Latin American descent, with dark, glittering eyes and black short-cut hair. And groomed to be a pilot, Alice almost constantly wears her pilot suit, even sometimes with her helmet, whether she's in her MAS or not.
Age: 1
Gender: Female
Callsign/Codename: Alice is referred to simply as her designated name "Alice", though some may informally call her "Ally"
Kills: 47
Psychological Analysis: Being an AI, Alice isn't really a normal girl. Being conditioned precisely for combat, she is passive, quiet, and generally obedient to her superiors, though due to her synthetic nature, she is naive in social situations. Even after a year of being part of a team, she still has troubles understanding others, and a tendency to act awkwardly outside of enacting orders. Despite this, Alice has begun to grow, showing a somewhat sweet and amiable, if a tad sarcastic, side to herself, and usually finds herself doing her own thing off the battlefield. Logically as an AI, she is very intelligent, and she even enjoys learning new information. She is somewhat of a jack-of-all-trades, being capable in a number of skills and areas of knowledge.

Another notable trait is Alice's temper. Inside of her is a deep-seated anger that she doesn't quite understand, but possibly may be a glitch in the programming of her emotions. She finds herself very quickly frustrated by failure, among other things, and it fuels a drive, an "itch" for aggression and physical violence. In warfare, this shows in her brutal, even slightly impulsive style of fighting. While being on the battlefield seems to work as an outlet for her anger, at times she feels concerned about this and feelings of anxiety whenever she hasn't been given orders to follow. She even wonders about her own selfhood and whether if she is nothing more than an attack dog to be sicced on enemies, or maybe something more.
Military Record: Alice officially emerged almost two years prior, and was "raised" as part of an experiment to develop an efficient android to pilot a specially designed MAS. Ever since she could remember, she was exploring the art and science of warfare, from history, strategy, the ins-and-outs of MAS technology. After being introduced to her distinct mechanical body and adjusting to sentience and kinesthetics of a physical form, her preparations continued and she trained in many forms of martial arts and the piloting of her MAS. Eventually, it was determined she was fully prepared for duty, and assigned to the 7th MAS team of the 101st Legion.

Over the course of a year, she excelled in active service. She promptly began racking up her killcount, and in a matter of months has very nearly earned her Ace. Very quickly Alice has begun to prove the experiment a success as she's become a functioning part of her team.
Equipment: A .45 caliber service pistol, and of course all the physical benefits of an advanced android shell.
Appearance:

Designation: SOL-110-EX Eagle MkIV SOC. Because of it's rabbit-like appearance, some have taken to calling it the "White Rabbit"
Role: Short to mid-range assault, also serves as a designator via network interface with the Lincoln
Chassis: Light
Engine: Tri-Core Engine - 15 PWR
Operating Time: 6 Hours
Description: The SOL-110 was developed alongside Alice, specifically for her use. And much like her, It is an efficient, formidable and versatile machine. Originally designed with power and speed for the front-lines as a mid-range shock troop, Alice proves it functions just as well at short range despite the limitations of a light chassis. However regardless of it's design and Alice's skill, it is still fundamentally a light MAS, and thus lacks hard defense against strong enemies.
Systems:
M10-EX "Scorpion" Experimental Modular Rifle - EKP 5WT 5PWR - A unique rifle built with two different "modes" that can be switched between the two when the situation demands it. The first mode is a default machine gun that fires average ammo suited for close-range. For mid-range combat, the barrel extends and the gun fires heavier rounds semi-automatically to deal more damage at higher distances, but at a slower rate. Additionally, Alice has had it modified by attaching the blade of an enemy MAS's abandoned alloy combat knife as a makeshift bayonet. The short-range ammo magazines hold 100 rounds, and the mid-range ammo magazines hold 50 rounds each.

Dual Shoulder Mounted Missile Launchers - Missile Launcher 3WT 2PWR - Two single-barrel mid-range rocket launchers mounted on both shoulders, holding five missiles each. These launchers each fire a single missile at a time, though the power and speed of the missile makes up for it's slow rate of fire, with a shot from both launchers being able to destroy an enemy AS

Wrist Mounted Shotguns - Ballistic 1WT - A pair of light shotguns built into each of the Eagle's arms, each carrying 32 slug magazines. Most notably, they can be cocked via motion, such as Alice pumping the Eagle's arms, or beating it's fists against each other.

Shield Class 2 - 5WT 5PWR - While the Eagle's shields are no match for more equipped adversaries, they at least stand a chance against Coalition mooks.

[User]
Chaos. That one word definitely fitted well with the current situation. Three of the 7th were forced to breach the atmosphere and fall planetside, while the Marauder was disabled. It could be said that the two combat-capable MAS units still flying through the void would McKnight's and her own.

Upon receiving the orders from the Captain, she gunned the throttle, discarding/disconnecting the mangled mess of what was once the alloy shield, she rapidly ran a scan over her MAS. While the shield was more easily replaced, the arm was a bit of a problem. Granted, it's use was really for carrying the shield, although in technicality she could have utilize both mains if she abandoned the shield. However, in the current situation, that just wasn't possible.

Making her way towards an optimal location amongst all the point defense turrets, Yuu couldn't help but to check on the White MAS. It's speed was high, along with its damage potential. Mostly likely equipped with an experimental reactor and Teslas, although extra addons are unknown, but most likely advanced AI of some sort.

Temporarily setting aside her musing, she 'landed' on the hull of the Lincoln, before looking towards the damaged destroyer. Using the Soveriegn as a target designator for a low-power WMG shot, that was something unexpected, and probably earned the Captain praise.

Syncing up the MAS' systems with the Lincoln's, Yuu sent the data over, with the breach in the hull of the destroyer as the target, while collecting the data on the estimated time before the cannon sent the beam of death upon the Coalition destroyer.

[Assistant]
The silence hung over the submerged MAS like a thick cloud. The towing cables snapped on impact sending the MAS floating away like a giant expensive metal brick towards the bottom of the lakebed away from its attempted rescuers. It completely shut down more than a minute ago and all Trapp could notice was the deafening silence. The electric whirr of computer and electronics was absent, the familiar blue afterglow of their screens no longer shining on his face. His ears continued to ring the same shrill tone of the warning alarms that had been blaring constantly moments ago now replaced only with the sound of his own breathing and the sound of his heart slowing down from the adrenalin high badump badump badump. Part of him wondered if he was dead already, he very well could have been with the darkness that engulfed him. Though if he was dead why did it still hurt so much the entire left side of his body consumed in the dull pain that followed after you hit something really hard that isn't supposed to be hit really hard. He pressed a hand against his skull feeling where most of the pain seemed to be originating from and pulled back to feel the familiar texture of blood against his hand. A single deep breath as he slowly pushed himself up from a cramped position flung as far forward as he could in the cockpit of his fallen warrior and back into his seat. He closed his eyes trying to stop the drumming in his head as he listened to the slow trickle of water splash against metal as it slowly entered the cockpit through the cracks and fissures in the sentry's glass.

My name is August Johannes Trapp, I'm thirty five years of age and a pilot in the Imperial Navy. I had recently been reassigned to lead the 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team after the death of their commanding officer. We were ambushed by enemy forces above the planet Jehan and do to a series of unfortunate circumstances I and two other of my team have crashed landed on the planet. As the kids would say I'm totally fucked. He laughed to himself all the facilities seemed to be in order so at least he had that. Opening his eyes he began to feel around in the dark in front of him brushing his hands against familiar controls so he at least could find his bearings. He tried turning on the emergency power but not response came just a rumble from somewhere below him as the reactor tried to switchover but just couldn't find the resolve. Cursing to himself he tried to think of what he did have in the current situation. The emergency release on the cockpit was manually operated but even if he could get it to open he had no idea how far down he was and if there was anyhting lesss than friendly in this lake that would try and kill him before he got out. He couldn't necessarily stay inside the MAS either because either coalition patrols or just the damn water coming in would get to him eventually. As he felt about around the cockpit he eventually found what he was looking for wedged in a small space between the seat and the interior wall , his service pistol having broken off from the straps that kept it locked in tightly to his chair. So there was at least that. But really he was more or less shit out of luck without support. Luckily for him he had two bravely idiotic cohorts that decided to come along for the ride.

Experimentally he tested his in suit commms and the sound of static grinding against his ear never sounding so wonderful. Static at least meant that it was still functional that he still had a lifeline to the outside world. The in suit comms were short ranged used in absolute emergency as the communication suite built into a MAS could provide a much more stable experience and allowed for a greater range of communication that could be selective in its audience through respective channels and the like. The suit comms broadcasted publicly and in a very short radius meaning anybody in his immediate area could pick it up, hopefully that just meant the remnants of his team. He hoped that they were still close enough to hear him as he began to speak out into the darkness throwing his last lifeline out into the unknown. "This is Trapp....Anybody alive out there?"

Anybody alive out there
Alive out there?
Out there?


[System]
* Age: 17
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Without the bracelets
* Personality:
A girl with a cold and strictly-professional front, Manami is extremely hard to approach, thanks to her no-nonsense manner and curt manner of speaking. At school, her entire being seems devoted to upholding the school's regulations to an extreme degree, and her attempts to increase regulations certainly hasn't won her many fans.

Manami can come across as overly critical and rigid in her ways, offering no compromises and demanding one's upmost effort at all times. While this is no doubt less than endearing to her fellow students, Manami won't allow herself to fall behind either; standards she imposes on the other students also apply to herself.

Luckily, Manami isn't a completely humourless alien. Unfortunately, no one must ever know, for her love of justice and order has manifested in a slightly... unexpected hobby. She loves anything and everything Sentai - the colours, the costumes, the poses, the dialogue - absolutely everything about it is wonderful to her, and when she isn't at school or studying, is squeeing over the greatness of whichever Sentai show she's watching at that moment.

Ultimately, Manami is a well-meaning girl, who is willing to play the drill sergeant role if it means her schoolmates can excel. Even if ehr stubborn dedication to the role causes more friction than necessary.
* Skills:
Self defence - While not a martial artist, Manami has been taught some self-defence by her parents.
Athleticism - Another benefit of her upbringing. While not sporty by nature, Manami has plenty of stamina to burn.
* Equipment:
School-Approved Delinquent Notebook - A collection of notes containing various misdemeanours by other students. 'Running in the halls' offences have become too numerous to bother listing by now.
Generic Brand Flip-Phone - It exists for calls and nothing else.
Misc. School Equipment - Whenever it's a school day.
* Soul Arts: Ice Queen - By inserting the Soul Art into her chest, Manami gains control over ice. This is mainly manifested by cloaking her fists with ice to increase the power of punches, or trapping enemies with walls of ice, though her range is currently very small, and the ice she creates shatter rather easily.
* Brief Backstory:
Growing up as the daughter of a foreign army veteran and a local police officer, Manami has had an... interesting childhood. Brought up in an environment of order and discipline, she was a very well-behaved child. Of course, her parents made sure to not be too harsh and provide as much freedom to be a child as possible, but Manami took to their lessons very well, and at their encouragement, took up self-defense lessons.

Her early years in education saw her as more of an introverted bookworm than anything, though she got into an occasional argument with the rowdier kids that managed to rile her up in some way. That said, she was much better at putting on a friendly face back then, and was even spotted laughing once or twice! Although, a lot of her classmates ended up failing or dropping from high school exams, much to her worry.

Once reaching high school, she joined the disciplinary committee, intent on encouraging the students there to not slack off on their studies. Her efforts, both in tackling delinquency and promoting studying, quickly ensured she would be elected the next head of the committee by the end of her first year, for better or worse.

[User]
At the goddess' initial response, Keita held himself back from making the logical comeback—that the program had some inherent flaws in the design or some sort of internal oversight that had resulted in a massive security failure or something of the sort. A lot of shoddily-made programs had that sort of backdoor or accidental problem, and even some larger programs had similar issues in the past (though they were usually patched out soon after they were discovered), so saying as much wasn't particularly wrong by any means. But if letting this girl speak meant drawing out more information (if the apparent detective's questioning was anything to go by), then he was fine with staying quiet for a while longer.

The fact that she had sent the patch out, though, at least answered one of the questions on his mind. The young man still wasn't entirely sure how far he could trust the girl in front of them, but the surreal nature of all these events made it difficult to refute anything at the moment. It sucked, but all he could do for now was...

Wait, if she made the patch, then he could totally get her to explain the dynamics of that godforsaken code! Somehow. Probably. Hopefully?

"...So. USBs, huh? I'm not really sold on the whole 'contact through dreams' thing right now, but I have to ask... Why USBs? Do we just, like... Plug them into our PCs or something? I have a laptop on hand to run whatever's on the—actually, wait, given how crazy this has all been so far, maybe I'd be better off assuming that they aren't just normal USBs, now are they?" he quipped before remembering the groceries on hand. Right.
That was still kind of a problem.

"Hey, uh... Back to my earlier problem. You know we get arrested and fined for shoplifting these days, right? We can't exactly... Uh... 'Help' you if we're stuck in a jail cell, now can we?"

Frankly, that excuse felt like Keita's only way of rectifying the situation at hand... And from having to deal with more problems once this weird mess ended. Ugh.

[Assistant]
Maiko was partially satisfied that they probably maybe weren't kidnapped, but she still couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. The others went on talking, seemingly blithely accepting they were talking to the real Tsukuyomi who was feeding them a story about Strange Gospel and some other wacky nonsense. Were they really supposed to just stop and accept that there was an evil dark tower in a mystical world with "dark creatures" coming out of it? When did dark creatures become a thing? The only thing the "goddess" mentioned that Maiko actually knew about was the "Akashic Record". This was something Maiko had heard about; the notion of a mystical record sitting in an ethereal plane that could be looked into by trained individuals. But that was a Buddhist concept, and they were supposedly talking to Tsukuyomi. Was the pre-Meiji syncretic faith system the true religion after all?

Maiko was called back to reality when they were presented with the case of USBs. Now they were being offered "powers" in the form of computer storage devices? She was starting to wonder if this person was just trying to feed them as much nonsense as possible to see where they would just give up and walk away. Speaking of walking away, Keita once again reminded her of more regular concerns. "You know, I really need to get back to work too..." She added to his line of questioning. Frankly, she'd rather go back to work than keep trying to nut out what the heck was going on here.

[User]
CHIYU SHOUKEI

A crystallised what future?

It wasn't too hard for someone to guess that Chiyu Shoukei was, as of this moment, very much confused. The explanations the girl was giving them were a bit too much for her exhausted brain to comprehend, especially when they were ... trapped on the Moon or something? She didn't know, but they definitely weren't in Kansas anymore or however that movie line went. It all sounded like some weird dream, except she'd pinched herself earlier and her cheeks were still red from that, so there was absolutely no way that was going on. She was 100% standing around in some place with a girl who believed herself to be a god.

Aah, she thought to herself, nodding sagely. This is the point where I'm supposed to be panicking.

Except she wasn't panicking. Because she wasn't in danger or anything. Just ... stuck in some weird place. And if she could believe the girl - Tsukiyomi - then they could go home. And she could just go along with it all, head home, do her homework and fix up all the stuff she needed to do that was important, and brush it off as some sleep-deprived super hallucination or something the next morning if she wasn't able to get some sleep.

A-ha-haha-ha yeah nah.

Infinite library of possibilities? Akasha? Soul Arts? There was this way too much weird for her to just casually forget and pretend didn't happen! Aaargh, this wasn't supposed to be an anime! Her normal, average day-to-day life made sense to her: struggle with buildup of homework, deal with annoying student council things, wonder if the economic crisis would screw her over, lament the lack of boyfriend despite having not even tried to get one, murder, et cetera. It didn't have - wasn't supposed to have - people plonking them down into some dreamscape thing to talk about vaguely metaphysical concepts or something! She closed her eyes and pinched her forehead in frustration, letting out a quiet groan. This wasn't like, anything she was expecting the day to go.

Except it was going that way.

Aaargh.

Okay brain, settle down for a sec ...

No matter how tired her neurons were, she needed them to work a little bit more. Because she was in a weird place, and the important thing was getting an idea of how she could get out of it. So she could go back to her perfectly normal school life and not hang around like a weirdo which she totally wasn't.

Things she could parse:

a) this was weirdo land

b) this dame claims to be a moon god (mental note: donate to local shrine)

c) Strange Gospel is bad stuff and this is probably all its fault??

d) Are Soul Arts -

"-magic powers?" she blurted out. Ack. Shoukei immediately moved to correct herself. "Soul Arts, I mean. These USBs. They're uh, magic?"

And they uh, had magic abilities to ... stop Strange Gospel? She wished her brain worked better. But magic USBs was ... where everything was going? They needed magic USBs to stop the bad things of Strange Gospel? It wasn't something she was very believing in, but was like ... pushing this conversation along the quickest way to get back to normal stuff?

[Assistant]
— Hollow Space —

All at once she took a couple of steps forward and cuffed Keita on the back of the head.

"Nobody goes to jail for a little shoplifting."

Haruko paused for a second, thinking.

"If you get arrested they might kick you out of school though. Then you'd have all the time you need to sort this out."

She mulled over the other things that were said. There was no telling what form these powers might take or what kind of opposition they might have to face.

"So is this an all or nothing deal? I can't see you bringing all of us here if only a few will do."


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

[User]
Raiya followed behind Nemo, but she kept a bit of an awkward distance between them. She was still thinking about the feeling she felt from the mana she took from Nemo. Raiya thought about saying something, bringing up what she felt, but she ended up deciding against that. Every time her mind wandered to that abyssal feeling she felt from Nemo's energy, a shiver would run down her spine. She still had a flask of alcohol in her hand, she took a quick swig from it while she continued to follow behind Nemo. Nemo's spell certainly had worked, that was one boon from this experience. Raiya could feel all of the energy she had absorbed, the little bit she had over-absorbed had quickly faded away, which was good, Raiya didn't want to have to feel that void energy at the top of her mana pool.

 Nemo had reached the hatch to the deck and opened it up, allowing a flow of cool air to rush into the doorway, clearing Raiya's mind for a moment. Let's just finish this mission and get back to the headquarters, Raiya thought to herself.

[Assistant]
Roy was hit by Travis' attacks, his last ditch had failed him. He never thought the untalent would be able to use a magical dash maneuver. The first lightning strike had knocked him unconscious, but the second had finished him off. The strikes coupled with the draft blew him across the deck of the ship until he heavily collided with a metal shipping container. Afterwards he slid back down to the floor and slumped over, dead.

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Nemo stepped back out to the deck and looked around to get his bearings. Not far off he saw the rest of the group, with Roy's body laying on the floor. He walked over to them and got a better look at the body. "See." Nemo said, looking up to Zoey. "I knew he wouldn't be too much trouble for you three." He finished.

Nemo rested his thumbs in his pant pockets before continuing. "With Decker gone that only leaves... one left of Seidon's crew. Lori Mizzen, the sni-" Before Nemo could finish he cut himself short when he heard a loud bang of a gunshot ring out. Nemo quickly cocked his head to the side and outstretched his arm in the direction he heard the shot from, just in time to use his gloved palm to block and absorb a heavy blast of energy. "-per."

"I think it's time to take cover." Nemo announced before dashing away and rolling behind a metal container, narrowly dodging another speeding blast that hit the floor and tore up the sheet metal. Before he hid Nemo was able to get a better look at where the attacks were coming from. At the other end of the ship where the shield generator was he spotted the white glint of a scope perched on top of a high up outpost.

"Anyone have a plan?" Nemo asked from his cover. "Travis, you're the thinker right?"

[User] Zuri walked over to Roy's corpse and spat blood onto it. "See you in the next life, you messed up bastard.." she said as she gazed down at his dead body before turning her attention towards Travis and Nemo. However everyone was rudely interrupted by a sniper bullet. She quickly takes cover behind one of the metal containers closest to her, in the same direction that Nemo was taking cover and waits to see if Travis has a better idea than Zuri just being reckless.

[Assistant]
Raiya walked out to see the dead body of the enemy the three other members of her team had to encounter. "Good job," She said with a bit of a facetious undertone. Raiya did not have much of a ground to stand on when it came to her own encounter with the enemy, but she felt a bit irritated that the smell of ozone from a fresh spell being cast still hung in the air which meant they only just got done with their encounter. She felt like the three of them should have been able to take care of their enemy quickly. But it seemed like it took these guys as much time to get rid of their one encounter while Nemo and Raiya took care of four major magi on the ship.

Raiya would have said more about the issue, but the sniper fire stopped them from any further discussions. The first thing Raiya thought of when Nemo asked for suggestions was to split up on deck. "We should probably all scatter. The more grouped we are, the quicker she can fire. Everyone well versed in barrier spells should pick areas that are more open and uncovered, while those who are not good at casting barrier magic should hide under solid cover. We should keep moving towards the sniper's nest with each shot. Once we get close enough we will enter the sniper's blind spot, and it should be easy from there... This is all assuming the sniper doesn't have any movement spells, though."  Raiya suggested.

[User]
Travis looked over his latest kill, which so happened to be Roy. The witch hunter's luck had apparently run out, all lost in a last-ditch to save his skin. Travis couldn't blame him however for committing to such a brash and futile decision. Had Roy surely given up, what was to say that his current crew wouldn't come after him? Then again, considering the pile of bodies that was beginning to form on the ship, that was perhaps the least of his worries. If he had given up, Travis may have had negotiated a forceful removal of his person from the assaulted vessel and decide his fate against the waves irritated by the looming storm. It probably would have been a better wager that rushing a prepared Scholar.

It was then Nemo and Raiya arrived back at the scene through it appeared Raiya had seen better days. Travis assumed they had encountered just-as-tough resistance but hesitated to ask her, especially her, nor Nemo to even bring up the subject despite his curiosity regarding the matter. Still it was pleasant to hear their congratulations, for what it was worth.

Just has Nemo announced the name last of Siedon's henchman, Lori, did Lori herself respond with a killing shot which was promptly stopped by Nemo. As it so happens, they removed one hunter from play minutes ago just to adopt another one. Great.

Travis scrambled in to cover as fast as he could, already feeling the dreaded circumstance of being stalked once more by a killer. This time however, it would be someone he couldn't see nor anticipate coming. He watched as another shot meant for Nemo crashed into the deck, tearing up the frame work in a small flashy bang; their assailant was definitely not using conventional means to attack them that was for sure. Nemo soon looked to everyone seeking any suggestions on how to deal with the new and now dire threat Lori has firmly exerted.

He had then directed the same inquiry to Travis in what the Untalent would describe as the poorest of words to do so.

"Oh, just because I come up with some cool and fancy ideas, doesn't automatically mean I have a solution for every problem that spontaneously pops up!" Travis protested, sounding surprisingly triggered after Nemo, perhaps unintentionally in the matter, implied he would already have a plan. Nemo wasn't wrong, but then again, the reintroducing threat of death once more likely wasn't helping him.

Raiya dove into her suggestion immediately and offered the idea of dispersing into defensible positions and only advancing after each shot thrown against them. To him the plan was simple and would no doubt spread themselves out and supposedly made them harder to target. However, the proposal didn't fully address if this Lori that was hunting them could whip out any more powerful shots that could make cover or barriers alike inadequate.

There was also the case of how many shots she could fire is succession. Travis figured the follow up shot taken at Nemo only occurred in mere seconds right after the other. Given Lori's likely elevated position, it shouldn't take her very long, seconds actually to pin someone down or kill them with corrected shots.

"Or any larger caliber shots. You did see how long that follow-up took right? Not very long," Travis added, "I gotta ask too; who knows how to create and keep up a defensible barrier?"

"I'll make my case simple. Remember that shade spell I used back in the catacombs? I could generate another one but on a larger scale," he began, "Should be enough to temporarily kill the deck lights and allow us to move unseen. Manalysis will also will be ineffective too so that would keep her from tracking us."

"Only problems though and the most obvious is that the spell can work against us too so I can imagine you can figure out how to address that. Plus the spell won't last very long; a lot less in fact given the size."

[Assistant]
Nemo looked over to Travis. "If all of her shots are magic, then it's likely I could defend us against them with my absorption spell, even if they're designed to penetrate barriers." Nemo replied. Afterwards he spawned a rifle of his own from his inventory, a highly customized vintage bolt action sniper rifle. The most notable change that wasn't solely dedicated to gaudy looks that Nemo had made to the weapon was that the entire barrel had been integrated with a suppressor, increasing the size but not the length.

"It's possible I could try to take a shot at her then as well." Nemo said as he loaded a round in the chamber. "Going lights out wont be much of a problem for someone who can see in the dark." Nemo added as he slung the weapon around his shoulder by the sling. "Usually I'd just try to take out her nest with a spell, but I'd be out in the open for too long to get it off."

Before Nemo could say any more another shot whizzed out from across the ship, growing louder and louder until it collided with Travis' cover, taking a decent sized chunk out of it.

[User] Zoey called down, "I can get the lights, if you can find where she's at. It'd be a simple trick to make her see nothing, much easier than cutting them all at once." She had relocated once again from where she was when Nemo showed up. "But I gotta know where she is. No guess work. And right now, all we got is guess work." She fires a slug off where she thinks the sniper's at and finds new cover.

[Assistant]
Travis never had time to follow up on his suggestion after Nemo had offered his view of the situation. In that brief moment, the midsection of the shipping container that he had adopted as covered violently shuttered as a projectile of concentrated mana bore through it almost effortlessly. Luckily for Travis, the last shot had missed him but not by much. The mere force of the round not only ravaged the container but also managed to launch the Untalent a few feet ahead of him.

Almost shocked from the event, he scrambled to pick himself up though only to dive behind a nearby collection of storage containers and boxes. He was unharmed for the most part though Travis couldn't help but notice and feel the burning sensation across the right flank of his face and body where Lori's shot had nearly grazed. He then took note of the new hole in the deck, sized just about the volume of his waist. The outlining rim of the hole glow a bright red whereas the remains of his former piece of cover emitted fumes of melting metallic substance.

"This is really starting to get old." Travis commented, sounding almost unamused if not annoyed.