[System]
Age:
27
Animal:
Lion
Appearance:

Apprentice to Master...:
Crane
Fighting Style:
Firefeet: Through ways unknown even to him, his focus of Ki is phenominal, unfortunately it is only in his legs. With all of his energy generated down, he is capable of amazing leaps and kicks to the point that he actually generates heat out of the pads of his toes. He adds to this by wrapping his feet in wine-soaked bandages and soaking his feet in hot oil.
History: He comes from the same region as master rhino, that is about as much as he remembers. He woke up strapped to an acupuncture table with his mind as pin-cushioned as is back. He's told the operation was a success to restore his ability to walk, but it has come at a terrible price.
Weakness: poor chakra flow: all energy flows to his root chakra and wells there like a battery, but the release flow back into all of the others are in turn quite weak. His over-focus of his feet will only lead him from 'one trick pony' to 'glass-cannon' unless something happens.
Misc:
He has a great love of food, he often guesses he was a chef or chef apprentice at one time or another once before, but otherwise he loves to prepare dishes for himself and others.

[User]
Chapter 1

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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it's called the present."

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Valley Village

With the last hump of winter finally over, today's clear skies and radiant sun marked the first true day of spring. The Valley of Peace was hustling and bustling. The streets were filled with tourists and travelers from all over the country for the the Festival of Renewal. It's a rare celebration only held when a new Master of the Jade Palace is officially crowned. And that master is none other than Po, the Dragon Warrior. Well, former, Dragon Warrior. That is what makes this Festival of Renewal extra special, because not only will a new Dragon Warrior be chosen to take Master Po's place, but so too will the Furious Five, for the original legendary fighters have ascended to new titles as, The Five Teachers.

These changes are very serious, and people have different opinions on the matter. Some believe it unwise for Po to take on such an honorary title, while others just wish for things to stay the same. But what cannot be criticized is the wisdom of Master Shifu. If the wise old red panda believes it's time for Po, then so be it. Right?

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Jade Palace - Palace Arena

Just beyond the steps of the Jade Palace, Master Po and the Five Teachers surveyed the open Valley. In front of them stood an enclosed space, the Palace Arena, which will hold the fates of a new generation of fighters. While they all looked noticeably older, there was still a fire in their eyes that beckoned for adventure. They began talking about their travels across China, and eventually the candidates that they each handpicked. It was a mission set after The Winter Festival, and was Master Shifu's last quest for them to embark on. They were to return after two months, just two days before the Festival of Renewal. While they took pride in their selection, there was an air of doubt that could be sensed among each of them. It was new territory for everyone, and the pressure to uphold their station grew tremendous in the days leading up to the festival.

"We should probably go back to the training hall." Crane sighed.

"Yeah." Monkey also sighed, purposefully louder than Crane's sigh.

"I hope they didn't break anything." Viper's tone was more somber than Crane and Monkey's.

"Doubtful." Mantis lowered his head. Tigress said nothing.

Po's eyes went wide, and in an exaggeratedly curious expression, surveyed each of The Five Teachers. "Hey, what's the matter with you guys?"

"We're getting replaced, Po." Tigress finally spoke.

"It's not exactly the greatest feeling in the world." Crane chirped.

"It also means that we're old!" Monkey chimed in.

"Come on!" Po stepped forward to face them all. "We may look a little saggier, worn out, jaded, sleepier, crankier... uh...what else?"

"Old!" Monkey threw his hands onto his face, overwhelmed with the sudden realization.

"Right. Old. But hey, our time might be up, but we still have a lot left to give." Po stood in front of them with a warm, assuring smile. He started to feel a moment coming on, so he closed his eyes and embraced it. "We owe it to the Valley to keep it a Valley of Peace...and not a Valley of...Destruction! Because they need us. And I need you. We're going to do this together. We're going to pass on the legacy of Master Oogway and Master Shifu and do great things! Right, guys? Guys...?"

Po opened his eyes, but the Five Teachers all vanished. In their place were a group of worker pigs. They had stopped working on the decorations in the Palace Arena and gathered around Master Po, drawn to his invigorating speech.

"He's right!" One of them shouted. "Let's make these decorations for the glory of China!!!" They all charged into different directions, squealing their war cry. The panda sighed. He made his way toward the training hall but decided to take a pit stop by the Palace kitchen to grab some dumplings for himself.

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Jade Palace - The Training Hall

The training hall was jam packed with fighters. Masters of all levels were doing all sorts of stylishly cool and peculiar work outs. The seven talon rings were slicing through air, the gauntlet of wooden warriors twirled about with their menacing spikes, and the seven swinging clubs of instant oblivion were swinging with...instant oblivion. The exterior courtyard was also filled with sparring matches, while the wooden dummies and inflatable punching bags that lined the perimeter were being put to use. And among the overload of Kung Fu hustle and bustle, Cham-Cham stood with a content look on his face, sweeping the mahogany floors of the corridor leading out into the courtyard.

"Out of the way, runt!" A large tail nudged the Chameleon off to the side. It belonged to Master Sheng, the new leader of the Wool Stealing Crocodile Bandits. "The new Dragon Warrior is here!"

Cham-Cham bowed his head and apologized, to which Master Sheng scoffed. "Ha! What a weakling." He spat on the ground. "There, you missed a spot."

[Assistant]
Tuzi didn't know how to feel, on the one hand six of the greatest heroes of the Valley of Peace were renouncing their titles and one of them was even permanently retiring, but on the other hand he was chosen to be part of their replacements at least in part due to his father. With the skills he would gain he would no doubt become even more capable of teaching bullies a painful lesson.

Speaking of bullies as he was waiting in the training hall for the Senior Trainer, the Five Teachers as well as his fellow students who he had never met before, he noticed a crocodile bullying a janitor. Based on what he heard the crocodile was apparently Master Po's student, while the janitor seemed to be too scared to even talk back.

Not even the Dragon Warrior was allowed to treat their lessers poorly and Tuzi was certian he would get some praise for making the Crocodile pay for acting like that. So without thinking things through beyond that the rabbit ran up to behind the reptile and jumped as high he could in an attempt to kick the back of their head with both his legs.

[User]
Just as Cham-Cham was about to mop up Master Sheng's spit, a blur rushed past him. He glanced up and saw a rabbit in full attack mode lunging at Master Sheng with both legs extended for his head. The impact of the blow sent Master Sheng stumbling forward and into a sparring match between a Rooster and a Goose. The two birds stopped their own scuffle and began pecking away at the bumbling intruder.

"Gah! Get off me!" He twirled his bladed spear in the air, forcing the Rooster and Goose to retreat back. Master Sheng leaped to his feet and banged the end of his tail to the ground. "Who did that!?"

Everyone training in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and observed the scene unfolding. Cham-Cham approached the rabbit "Uh, hey. Thanks and all. But you didn't have to do that." The chameleon awkwardly smiled before staring back at Master Sheng, whose eyes glared back in their direction. "Was it you, pipsqueak?" The Croc pointed the bladed end of his spear at Cham-Cham, who nervously looked around and began mopping the ground in a feeble attempt to act inconspicuous.

"Uh, nope. Not me." The chameleon shamelessly pointed at the rabbit, head still down. "It was this guy."

[Assistant]
Of all the people crowding the Palace Arena, there was one who appeared to be doing no exercises nor sparring. In fact, the turtle was more content to just sit atop one of the walls and take in the breath-taking view of the Valley of Peace below. He may not have wanted to come here at first, but Guai couldn't deny the beauty of the place. That, and he wanted to be distracted from the fact that he would probably have to compete with others in order to stay. It wasn't a prospect the turtle looked forward to, fighting without any cause to do so just seemed like a waste of energy.

He heard a commotion start up somewhere within the Palace Arena. He turned around to look, and from his spot he could see a fight, what could be a real one. Why anyone would think picking fights under the watchful eyes of the Five Teachers - not to mention the Dragon Warrior - was beyond him, but still it seemed to be happening regardless. He sighed heavily, such a waste of energy, it was a pity really. Especially on the big lizard's part. Going out of one's way to antagonize everyone was a quick way to make dangerous enemies. And in a place where they were surrounded by peers who were either equally skilled or more so, being antagonistic was possibly the worst mistake they could make. Looking around, Guai realized that hardly anyone was stepping in to put a stop to it. Instead they just watched, like it was some kind of spectator sport. Well if no one else was to be the voice of reason than Guai would just have to do it.

The turtle leaped down from his spot from the wall and made more leap over the crowds of spectators so he could get close to the argument, "Please, everyone, there's no sense in wasting our energy on such senseless fighting. Why not just take a few breaths, relax, and try to remember why we're all here?" by this point he made sure he put himself between the chameleon and the larger lizard.

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"Yes it was me alright. And I don't care if Master Po has chosen you as Dragon Warrior or not a bully is a bully." As Tuzi was telling the crocodile what he thought, he didn't notice the turtle who had positioned himself in such a way that the chameleon was at least somewhat safe from any retaliation coming.

Only when the newcomer started talking did the rabbit notice him."You're right I lost my temper, I always do that when I see anyone picking on someone weaker than they are." Following the turtle's advice he did indeed take a few breaths to try and calm down. While he still refused to apologize for what he did he at least wanted to show that as far as he was concerned the fight was over.

He turned his back to the crocodile and began to walk away, certain that any student chosen by Master Po would never attack someone in the back without a very good reason no matter how angry they were.

[Assistant]
He felt it, that burning desire, the restless legs trembling underneath him. He had to move, he had to do something, he couldn't just stand there anymore! For an hour he had barely moved an inch at a time as he waited for this utter torture to be over. A low primal growl started low in his throat, past his solar plexus chakra and in the very bowls of his being that called for an answer.

"Thank you have a good day. Next?"

FINALLY! He did not merely step but pounced from his place in line to the counter. Teeth bared in thew biggest smile possible on his face.

Two, no, four! Four rising suns, please.

"Sorry, we stopped serving rising suns an hour ago."

Elation turned to shock as he looked behind him to the seven times folded line behind him. A damascus of disappointent, a katana of cruelty! Dropping into a low squat with eyes barely over the counter to portray a childlike innocence, he pleased his case.

But I've been in line for an hour! I was here when the Rising sun was being served.

"And now it is not, nor has it been for an hour now. Please select something else or move on."

All hope dashed, all joy lost. Today would be a cruel day indeed.

Six bao then. Please.

He forlornly paid for his food and started the walk of shame back to the jade palace. But what was this? He cook, the dragon blessed cook had heard his cries and sneaked the makings of a rising sun into the folds of a bun. A secret sun!

Life once more had meaning as his ears flapped with elation. In a burst he was bounding up the stairs five at a time as he came into the dojo with a full stomach and legs trembling with chi.

"WHO'S FIRST?!?"


[System]
Normal Appearance:

Alternate form:

Former faction: Autobots

Role: Ground / Fire Support

Weapons and tools:
* Energon Tomahawk
* Neutron Assault Rifle
* 2x Thermo Rocket Launcher

Personality: Turbulence seemingly forever sees himself under the command of someone higher up and that's just fine by him... except when said CO gets themselves deactivated permanently, Turbulence is then quick to refer over to the next ranking officer up on the food chain. The Autobot soldier does not feel okay with the idea of being a leader and the job's heavy responsibilities it comes with. Turbulence would rather be on the frontlines receiving taking orders than giving them.

It's quite possible the transforming gunship suffers from too little self-confidence and more than enough worry; which is unfortunate and unusual given the number of battlefield accommodations Turbulence had unknowingly earned by his previous commanding officers. Turbulence is quite the tactical genius when it counts and is often openly insightful on a lot of topics, especially during the flow of battle where he can quickly coordinate with his fellow Autobots on the ground and air.

History: Surprisingly, Turbulence at one point had nearly joined the Decepticons, being one of the many unhappy mechs professing their frustrations with the corrupt Senate at the time. However, he soon learned that the Decepticon's earliest insurgencies were not what he had in mind as a just cause to get behind and quickly joined the Autobot faction once they emerged. He eventually found himself on the frontlines; somewhere he had been trying to avoid during the first volleys of the conflict.

But it was the battlefield he had probably belonged on in the first place. Turbulence showed an unfamiliar sense of battlefield prowess much of the early Autobot-aligned Cybertonians at the time lacked; being more civilian formed militias than the battle-hardened gladiators and angry mobs of the Decepticons. During one heavy engagement with the Decepticons, Turbulence spent several cycles in his Alt. Mode supporting allied troops, only topping off on Energon and ammunition when he ran nearly dry on both reserves.

Turbulence's current unit face incredible fighting in the defense against a Decepticon counter-attack while much of the Autobot's primary command and elite soldiers would take the war off-world in search of a new energy source as Cybertron's own resources would soon be on the verge to a non-renewable or reversible state. His platoon would soon be demolished and completely scattered due to the hard struggle. Turbulence soon found himself without any targets and even worse, no allies or any command to rally back with and left alone in uninhabited wasteland.

Extras and additional information:
* Has a tendency to remain in Alt. Mode as opposed to his more sapient form.
* Chassis has be modified for easy-accessible maintenance due to a history of damaging engagements.
* Voice - Steve Blum
* Theme - Transformers: War for Cybertron OST - Transport Flight

Relations with other characters:
* Prism - (Coming Soon)
* Sklog - (Coming Soon)
* Nightscream - (Coming Soon)
* Cyclonus - (Coming Soon)

[User]
Nightscream stared at the screen in a mix of alarm and curiosity. Normal bot would be terrified at the sight of what Nightscream did to Blackarachnia. The spiderbot's spark chamber was ground open her very heart dismembered. Nightscream was agitated by what she found there. It was fortunate for Sklog she didn't get permission to examine that part of the mutant, lest hen ght have as well be one a thrall of Unicron. But the dinobot's spark chamber was fortunately of standard design.

Come to think of it, Nightscream was lucky herself. If she pried Blackarachnia open before off lining her, she might have suffered the same fate as Megatron. In a state like that, one could be forgiven for being a bit unsocial. "What do I care what happens to a husk of a dead prime, just take the Matrix and leave him to the junk dogs! I sent Laserbeak your way, I just learned from him what happened on Earth, we have bigger problems!" She half growled half screamed into the ether.

Not taking any chances, she had an automated hauler dispose of Blackarachnia in the smelting pit. She walked to the main hall and hooked the self up to the recharge berth hand plugged herself in. There was only one thought looping in her processor: Sound wave needed rescuing. But how? They would need a ship or some other means of traveling faster than light. And what then? They might have to fight the rest of the decepticons. Not even if she upgraded all four of them would they have enough dakka.

[Assistant]
If it was visible, Turbulence would have frowned. Sklog shrugging didn't give him any ideas where Nighstcream was going. But in the grand scheme of things, did it truly matter anyway? Perhaps something came up or she was busy at work with probably another freak project and could only spare the time to hot-drop Sklog off. "Satisfied" with Sklog's response, Turbulence had nearly turned his attention back to the Junkions as they dug up Prime's pseudo-coffin until something tripped his long-range IFF sensors.

The new signature was small but fast approaching with a clear conscious vector. Turbulence turned and looked to the grayish skies to see the small object closing distance; towards him if he deduced the flight path correctly. As the object got closer, Turbulence could visually recognize the inbound flyer as an avian-like minicon. He could only remember a few minicons by name and hardly remember any of one of them capable of flight...Unless... Eventually, the minicon's closer position revealed an all too familiar paint scheme with the matching Decepticon badge on each wing.

It was Laserbeak.

The infamously nimble crony of Soundwave was usually designated for reconnaissance and intelligence gathering but that mean the agile minicon was incapable of dive-bombing an unfortunate Autobot with a barrage of swift laser strikes. While the the thought didn't sit too well with Turbulence, there was the conceptualized idea that the minicon would not be as brash as attaching a 'Bot in public without backup unless the small flyer had the advantage. Just as Turbulence had assumed an almost hesitant defensive stance, as string of docking commands originating from the descending minicon appeared on HUD.

The thought of Laserbeak, not meeting with an attack run but a docking request gave the battle-hardened Autobot unexpected pause. Could it be a trap? Maybe, but if it were true, it would be the most outrageous he'd heard of yet. Docking with the sworn enemy, one that would have to even accept the coded request first, concluded to no logical tactic he could think of. Laserbeak eventually arrived and flew circle's around the Autobot's personal airspace, still pending his acceptance of the request.

Grumbling something not audible, Turbulence hesitantly, but slowly offered his arm forward which the avian minicon quickly landed on with metallic talons magnetically stabilizing to Turbulence's hull. For a moment, the two cybernetic being started at one another. While Laserbeak could not display any emotion aside from ever screeching squawks, Turbulence could've sworn that the minicon's optics narrowed, gesturing the displeasure of communing with an Autobot.

"The feeling is mutual." said Turbulence, not expecting the minicon to reply at all before finally accepting Laserbeak's permission to dock with him.

Hopping to Turbulence's shoulder where a data port flipped open, Laserbeak transformed into the classical data-slug and hard-connected to the provided slot. As soon ad the data transfer had begun, a quick message from Nightscream appeared first from the ever gather files, explaining her sudden change of course and rendezvousing with the happened-upon minicon. It was all that Turbulence needed to know at the very least. The transference of data from Laserbeak revealed a disturbingly long chain of events that had occurred Primus knew how long, but it was evident the Autobots and unfortunately the Decepticons had made it familiar-named world called Earth.

Mission logs poured through revealing more of the greater aspects of the war and what had occurred so many lights years away from Cybertron. As he dived deeper into the logs, a sense of dread washed over as learned of this new Deception leader brandished as Megatronus whom not only horrifically killed Megatron as Starscream but also ended the life of Optimus Prime as well, leaving many of the Earthbound Autobots scattered and soon possessing the once beautiful blue planet for himself. As he continued reading the additional detailed, he requested Laserbeak to display the contents via holo-projection before calling out to Prism.

"Prism...?" Turbulence said aloud without his optics leaving the holographic report before him, "You're gonna want to see this."

[User]
Sklog didn't know what to do at the moment. He wanted to be doing something but all there was to do was move the fallen Prime but that was already being taken care of by the Junkions. The Predacon settled for simply watching the bots do their job. It wasn't more than a minute later though that a somewhat familiar sound came near as Sklog saw the minicon Laserbreak come by and land on Turbulence. Sklog had seen the con on a number of occasions though never up close so the con naturally began to walk up to Turbulance and the minicon as he looked over the small cybertronian creature.

The minicon reminded Sklog of his time with his brethren but by now Sklog was for the most part over his loss of them. Sklog had a new family that cared enough for him to the point of brining him back from death. His old family never talked much and there was less compassion and more tolerance from them with some of them making Nightscream seem like a loving mother in comparison. Regardlessly Sklog still wondered about his old clan and how they were doing or if they were even alive for that matter.

[Assistant]
Upon Turbulence's request, Prism looked to the projection and watched as the events unfolded before her eyes. All of the log dates, all the reports and notes on Starscreams delving psychological state, right up until his change to megatronus. It was even further down hill from there. Those poor Earthians, facing such a terror, only to have Megatronus use them as harbingers of his new reign as the leader of the decpticons. She was, however, curious as to where Soundwave was. Was he still alive? Did Megatronus kill him too after finding out that Soundwave planned on warning Cybertron of his arrival? She believed the latter was unlikely, but still possible given how he did kill Megatron.

While she watched, Wreck-Gar took the impassive Nightscream's stance on the situation and saw that as his queue to move forward, having his Junkions take the corpse to Iacon. He hummed to himself jovially, dancing and prancing while the others took the body to the city.

"This is a problem." Prism stated the obvious. "How are we going to beat him? We have the Junkions on our side, for now, but we don't have the time to gather the resources we need to stand even a little bit against Megatronus. It's the four of us against an entire faction, and only one of us has top of the line upgrades."

She sighed, looking around and transforming to move with the payload. "Let's move out, Turb, Sklog. We'll have to plan as we go. I don't know how much time we have until he gets here."

[User]
"Way ahead of you." Nightecream mentioned over the comms. Calming down somewhat from the initial shocks of the new discoveries, her processor was once more thinking clearly. "We'll need a ship to get there, and a big, biiig gun on it to take down the Nemesis before they think to use it on us. Fortunatley, I know of one chassis that we might be able to convert to a ship that already has a big, biiig gun." Nightscream said, pulling up the blueprints of Trypticon.

It didn't need to be perfect. It just had to get them there. A few engines strapped on here and there and something powerful enough to turn on a spacebridge, which she would have to construct, unless... If he did stay behind as well, that would be the place for him to hide. a mildly disturbing thought made it's way to Nightscream's mind.

As far as the engines went, Nightscream was sure some could be salvaged form some of the downed autobot ships. A power core was a different matter, Trypticon's was never designed to work at the output of a spaceship. Maybe Iacon would hold the answer. Lastly, there was the final thing Prism mentioned.

"As far as top of the line upgrades go... I have some ideas. I can't really build another chassis for everyone, building one would be a stretch, but I could modify three enough to perhaps give us an edge." Pulling up Laserbeak's files, she looked at some of the Earth vehicle scans he had in memory. Instantly she found one that she liked. "Hm, yes, that would do." she muttered for herself.

[Assistant]
"Understood." replied Turbulence before taking flight in his gunship mode upon receiving Prism's mobilization order.

Prior before Turbulence's transformation, Laserbeak hastily took off having successfully delivered Soundwave's intel and Nightscream's message. It was almost as if the minicon was relieved to put distance away from the Autobot flyer. It could be pondered however if Laserbeak thought on the same lines as Soundwave and at least recognized the need to address the common enemy that was Megatronus. It was very much possible, though Tubulence was willing to bet that if given the chance on different terms, the minicon would be more than happy to shoot an unsuspecting Autobot in the back.

Once airborne, Turbulence flew over the crowded convoy of Junkions and observed them as they ferried Optimus Prime toward Iacon. As he had warned before, Iacon was a long ways away from Kaon without any space-bound transport to get them there in a once previously timely manner. But with the unexpected rise of Starscream, or what he, or it, went by now as Megatronus, Turbulence gave serious thought about how much time they truly had before he arrived to Cybertron. This was however assuming nothing was going to stand in there way during their pilgrimage towards Iacon or what was left of it after the Decepticon's fearsome assault.

Accepting that matters were currently beyond his control, Turbulence eventually took a position ahead of their party as escort and scout. While maintaining his position and thinking with intrigue about out Nightscream's suggestion. Turbulence shifted through Earth's many vehicular scans, seeing which could serve him the most. One scan depicted a twin-tiltrotor aircraft lightly larger than his own frame. The aircraft seemed to involve around the basis of of multipurpose transport but didn't appear to carry any on-board weapons as a means to defend itself. However, that simple fact was something Turbulence could easily edit himself. Another scan revealed a more aerodynamic and edgier design vaguely similar to Nighscream's alt-mode. The aircraft was very likely to move at much faster speeds but could still levitate if need be. Some other aircraft seemed to match this model too. Finally, he laid his interest on two aircraft strikingly similar to his own. If anything, Turbulence would likely adopt a more familiar form from either the tactical design or the more well-rounded concept.

Oh decisions, decisions...


[System]
Age:
 Whenever a clone is created, the age of said clone can be decided, issues can happen when the clone is created above the age of forty. The original is sixty years old.
Appearance:

Though their hair is actually dull green.
Personalities:
 They seem pretty sane, but this is compared to everyone else in the building. A little too trusting though intelligent, and lack common sense. Their stories are rather boring, and their social skills are almost nonexistent. The only one who has a very different personality besides the original is one called 'Old Eve'.
 Name: 'Old Eve'
age:?
appearance:
 she looks like an eighty year old version of any of the Eves.
personality:
 She demands that others respect her as a "fragile old lady", though she is anything but that. She can zoom about the place at inhuman speeds, and wack thing with surprising strength using her cane. She likes insulting the youth of today, and gossiping, as well as belittling other peoples lifestyles. Unlike all the other Eves, she is not very intelligent. Actually she's to the point of being kinda dumb.
History:
They tried to make a ninety year old Eve for an experiment that needed some one of an older age group, but the incubator was not made to make older clones, and the result was a freak of nature. The Eve was used in the experiment, and surprisingly survived. After this, she became a freeloader in the building. People naturally didn't like her personality, so they would perform "experiments" which very thinly hide that they were just attempts to kill her. After that didn't work they actually did research based on the question, "can 'Old Eve' die".
History:
The original Eve Tyler has intelligence to match Argent McAllister, and is prominent in the history of scientific discovery. She specializes in biology, but has made breakthroughs in other branches of science. She is famous for her advances in cloning, allowing clones to live as long as non-clones, if not longer.
The clones were first intended to help her with her research, but as they were just as intelligent as her, they did their own thing and were making scientific discoveries as fast as she was. Being narcissistic, and having always thought herself the best, she did not take well to her knew competition. She modified the template that was based on her DNA and neural engrams, so that they would become "Less charismatic" versions of her. These were great at doing the job of assisting, and continued to serve her until she went into retirement at the age of 55.
She then donated most of her clones and the incubator to 'Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory for the Science' as it was her starting place (and they really needed the help). The clones are mostly used more as tools then people, and have a wide verity of uses. They rarely start their own projects, and when they do, it's almost always something to restore the building (this usually ends up destroying the whole building, or large portions of it, but they somehow manage to return the building to its previous state, if not with a new scar, rather quickly, and in a way that leaves people wondering how it was done). Their main job is assisting the other scientists with research (even though they are actually more intelligent than half of them), and doing most of the maintenance jobs. They are commonly used as test subjects and have a high mortality rate (except 'Old Eve' who is almost as unkillable as Rex).
Eve Tyler created a multi purpose tool with the name Eve Tyler, it is usefull for cleaning, assiting reasearch, and preforming experiments on.

Interesting Physical Traits:
 Large glasses. And the fact it's a group of clones is pretty interesting.
Items:
 they all have a device that can do an untold number of things, for example, clean up the miniature black holes that sometimes pop up, fix frayed ends of time lines, and restore the building when it's destroyed.
Other characters are free to use them as much, and for whatever they want.

[User]
Eliana Elatir
interacting with Mari @cynder

Eliana yawned, stretching her arms up over her head and blinking her eyes open. She sat up, stretching again, and easing out of her luxurious bed that was made out of a matchbox lined with beanbags and cotton balls and soft cloths. She padded across the smooth desk, fumbling for the switch that turned on the strings of Christmas lights that ran along the ceiling of her cardboard box suite. Standing before the tin-foil mirror, she ran a pink plastic hairbrush (that looked suspiciously like a Barbie doll's) through her fiber-optic locks. She slipped into her standard attire, fitted blue dress and somewhat sheer white lab coat with a monogrammed "E" on it. She settled her silver circlet (that marked her role as Grand Duchess) onto her head, and threaded her wings through the slits in the back of her clothes, fluttering a few times to get the circulation to them going.

She opened the small swinging doors that split her boxy home in two. She turned on the tiny ultraviolet lamp, sighing in relief as her wings trembled, drawing in the energy. When she had enough to get through the morning, she switched the light back to the normal and roused Aeona. The sleepy puffsprite yawned, leaping at Eliana and clinging to her, all six limbs wrapped around her torso. "We go work?" The little creature chirped, running its antennae over Eliana's face, draping its fluffs over her head and shoulders.

"Yes, Aeona, we're going to work."

"Yay! I play with Mickey and Minnie!" The puffsprite flailed some of its fluffs and its antennae. Mickey and Minnie were the lab mice that were being used to test the effect of the neurotoxin. "Wait, do I get to eats them?"

"Yes, yes.-- wait, no! I mean yes, you get to play with them, but no, you don't get to eat them yet. If you ask nicely Woro might give you a bite of steak."

"But steak is icky when cooked. I like juicy."

Eliana laughed, bouncing the puffsprite on her hip and causing it to say "wheee!"

The Grand Duchess exited her box, fluttering up into what was the lab's breakroom. The others here had been kind enough to give her a cardboard box that rested in the corner, behind the counter. She stretched again, straightening her lab coat, and then exited the break room through the mail slot. She flew straight to the lab, grinning as Aeona detached from around her waist and fell in slow-motion, its fluffs spinning around her, into the mouse cage. The mice flinched away from the small puffsprite, which wobbled over to them anyway and clung to one of them. Eliana giggled, turning to leave - Aeona would take care of itself.

She flew to the bedroom of Mari Suya and tapped on the doorframe. "Mari? Are you awake yet, dear?"

[Assistant]
Mari Suya
Interacting with: @RomanAria

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Mari Suya was blaring My Chemical Romance to adjust to her daily emotions and also to ignore the chaos of the laboratory that was in motion just on the other side of her bedroom door (especially when someone was begging for her help - she was so compassionate, but why would she help them when nobody else did?) when she heard a tiny knock at the door. At first she believed that she had imagined it, but there was a voice along with it: "Mari? Are you awake yet, dear?"

It sounded like Eliana, the token. . fairy space woman(?) who also took up residence at this hell hole of a "laboratory". Mari knew Eliana and she also knew Argent, Philip, Maya, Denny, Worogoro, and all the others who were somehow affiliated with the laboratory as well, but there was always the question of her fondness of the individuals. For some reason, Mari often found that she got along with men more than women and it didn't had NOTHING to do with jealousy. She did like Eliana though. Or rather, she thought of Eliana as a friendly rival who was not as perfect as she was, but close.

"I'm awake," Mari shouted, getting up from the desk that was in her room only to head over to the door and find herself face-to-face with the miniature woman, "Did you need something?"

[User]
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Maya stared at the iron door, which she had to scramble away from to avoid ending up looking like a pancake, at her feet. She lifted her head to look at Worogoro, who looked just as confused as she did; and then the moment ended - both started scrambling about. Of course, Maya was trying to escape, and the ork was trying to keep her in. Before she could even reach the other end of the room, the iron door was back up, and Maya ran right into it with a loud clank!

Maya groaned, rubbing her head as she lifted herself from the floor, just in time for Worogoro's entrance:

"Lissen 'ere, you want da meetz den youz gotta annoy da big boss. Also, no eatin' me squig eitha!" Maya looked at the squig, rather unappetisingly; even she wouldn't touch that thing with a 10 foot pole. Unless of course, it was chewing on her leg, as it often would whenever Worogoro and Maya got into a scrap.

"But you're my big boss, Pickle," she cooed, almost flirtatiously, as she approached the giant ork. And much like a spidermonkey, Maya pounced onto the giant figure and scampered about in order to avoid being pulled back off. Worogoro wasn't in any real danger, because there was no way that Maya could actually tear into the little amount of face that he actually left exposed.

Instead, Maya was too busy looking for any trace of the steak that she'd spied earlier. Eventually, Maya stopped scampering around, instead decided to unleash her inner sloth and lock her arms and legs around Worogoro's large arm, her head by his armored hand. No matter how hard she was shaken, Maya didn't seem to care, in fact - she found it fun.

[Assistant]
Worogoro

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"Iz not ya boss, ya zoggin' grot! Wait... akkualy, yes! Iz iz ya boss so listen ta me 'umie!" the ork bellowed as he stamped about, flailing his mechanical body as Maya preformed some excellent gymnastics on his large body, "N mahz not Pickles fo da last time! Gerrroff me!"

There was however, a certain fondless in the way the girl said how he was her big boss that rang in Worogoro's head. Not beacuse of how she said it but the fact she said it at all as all orks have the desire to become the biggest, greenest, meanest warboss. 'Bout time I got meself sun respek 'ere. Worogoro thought to himself as he attempted to shake the girl off as she hunted down his stake. In a desperate attempt to save the meat, the ork threw it at (literally) his pet squid who was sent back as the chunk of meat hit him in the face, "RUN MY SQUIG, RUN!"

Shaking the stars (and possible concussion) it had out of its head, the squig grabbed the meat and ran upstairs. It kept running up and up until it found its way into the office of big boss Phillips. In the mean while, its owner was still wrestling with the monkey attached to him. Worogoro shouted another great roar of anger as he shook the girl, once again shaking the building through sound waves alone.

Wretching the child off with his other hand, the ork threw her back into her padded room and went in, closing the door behind him (some how even though it physically wouldn't work under normal laws of logic) before he stomped ardoun the room in circles around the girl, never breaking eye contact, "I likez ya, rioght feisty 'un ya arr. Ya seem da most willin' to fioght so lemme make ya an offa; woo eva krumpz da otha first winz."


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Of average height and build for his age, Riku is rarely seen without a pair of headphones.
Digivolution Line + Attacks: Iguneetmon (Galapagos Field, Timoniniser, Granadaro, Final Traveler); Greymon (Ash) (Atomic Tail, Horn Charge, Ash Fang); JESmon (Tekken Seibai, Schwertgeist, OS Generics, Un Pour Tous)
Backstory: Always a little different from his peers, Riku has always been curious about myths and legends, spirits and monsters, and generally anything that might be seen as outside the norm, such as conspiracy theories. Because of his shy, awkward nature, he often had few friends. However with the rise of the digital age he was able to find friends online with similar interests. Through his time online, Riku came to learn more and more about bizarre happenings. Sightings of ferocious monsters, reports spirits with unfinished business. But in the background of all of them was the fact that these supernatural beings and Unidentified Mysterious Animals involved these entities just disappearing, as if fading from existence. Since then, Riku has been trying to connect the dots between sightings.
Miscellaneous:

* Obsessed with dinosaurs as a child, and still likes them enough to the point that he'll visit his uncle Kenryu Uchida in the Fukui Prefecture and help him out at digs in the Kitadani Formation in the summer
* Can read and understand English thanks to years online
* Loves animals of all kinds... except bugs; he's outright terrified of spiders
* His taste in music is... unique, to say the least; after all, when was the last time you heard someone listening to a metal song about dwarves digging holes?

Nickname: Bruce
Species: Sunarizamon
Spirit Manifestation: Iguneetmon
Gender: Male
Appearance: Since becoming partners with Riku a red stripe has appeared on his head. Other than that, he resembles a normal Sunarizamon.
Backstory: Before Bruce arrived in Japan, he would travel to and from Australia from the Digital World, where he picked up the local slang from farmers and outdoorsmen. He made friends with two other Digimon, Kangarumon and Sepikmon, and the three were occasionally seen by humans; in one particular incident, a rather hungry Bruce (in his Champion form) attacked and ate several cows. As time went on, he and his friends became rivals to another group of Digimon: Hanumon, Porcupamon, and Ebidramon. In one battle, Porcupamon's allies lost to Kangarumon and Sepikmon, and in a fit of rage, Porcupamon Digivolved into a new form: Lamortmon. Lamortmon quickly defeated Kangarumon and Sepikmon before turning on Greymon and defeating him. The two returned to their Rookie forms, and so began a long and irritating relationship between Bruce and Phascomon. In the last few years, Bruce has made his way from the Digital World to Japan.

[User]
A young brunette walked through the streets of Tokyo slowly. She was only in the city for a short while, there to visit her parents, and was quite lost. Normally she wouldn't be wandering aimlessly like this, but she had heard of a bird sanctuary nearby and wanted to check it out. Besides, the city was way too loud for the girl in the Mametchi shirt, and the buildings and people made it too hot for her to comfortably wear her scarf around her neck. Instead, she chose to wear it around her waist like a belt, which had actually gotten her in some slight trouble with the locals. They thought she was in a gang of some kind! As if she didn't have enough trouble with people...

Finally arriving, she stopped just outside the sanctuary, looking at the cemetery across from it. Music played through her headphones too loud to hear if anyone else was nearby, but something felt wrong, somehow. It didn't take long for her to give in to the feeling and take one of the random paths through the area. She didn't know where it would lead, but she didn't really care. It was more important to get rid of that feeling. So she turned her music up a little louder and kept walking, not noticing the damage on the other path.

♪ ♪ ♪
umaretsuita toki kara
imiko oni no ko toshite
sono mi ni amaru batsu o uketa

kanashii koto wa nanimo nai kedo
yuuyake koyake te o hikarete sa

shiranai shiranai boku wa nanimo shiranai
shikarareta ato no yasashisa mo
ameagari no te no nukumori mo
demo hontou wa hontou wa hontou wa hontou ni samuinda
♪ ♪ ♪

[Assistant]
One week ago…

At that moment the world seemed to be frozen in place. Kana looked forward as a giant knight kneeled down in pain, their body being broken down into digitalizes particles, as if they were just as much of a distortion than the ripple in space that they came from.

"Human, please confirm or deny the contract. Destabilization is eminent, there is no more time and as a reminder the threat to your life will arrive in 3 minutes and 27 seconds."

The knight like distortion stated in an almost mechanical way, as it broke her out from her trance as it reminded her of imminent demise by giant monster.

"Alright, if we're doing this, then yer power is mine to use and yer going to help me, understand?"

"These conditions, are acceptable."

"Alright then, I accept. My name is Kana, what should I call ya?"

"Chaosmon."

Present day

"The Digimon's signal is two miles west and is moving."

Chaosmon stated like the voice of a GPS towards Kana, who was leaning against the wall with her phone.

"Let's see, that's should be around the old bird sanctuary."

Kana had pulled up a map to triangulate the position of her target. Meeting of Chaosmon had not changed her usual plans of trying to find her friend, it merely made it more precise her method of going about things was to try and find the Digimon that was on the photo, it was her only real lead and finding it could finally give her the truth that she was looking for. The delinquent girl got off the wall and started to run towards the monster.

"Kana, are you alright?"

Chaosmon asked their partner, who while keeping up stoic expression, had a slight tremble to her hand. One week ago, she had nearly meet with death after her attempt to find a Digimon went horrifically well. For that response, the rather grumpy delinquent responded back.

"I'm fine. What are ya, my mother?"

Kana growled out as she clenched her hand. 'It's fine, I've got the power to fight back, it won't end up like last time.' Kana reminded herself.

"I do not believe I am your material figure. We are two different species, so it would be an impossibility for us to have any familial relation. Much less one of mother and child."

Kana sighed as she quickened up her pace, this ghost that she allowed to haunted her for exchange for power had absolutely no sense or understand for sarcasm whatsoever. Though that was a small thing to deal with in exchange for being able to find her friend and fight back against Digimon.

"You are coming up in to the area where the digital signal is located, be aware of your surroundings as a combat encounter could occur at any time."

"Thank you Captain Obvious."

Kana snarked as she climbed the chain link fence of the sanctuary, before landing gracefully like a cat on the other side.

"The compliment has been noted, however, I would like to point out that my name is Chaosmon, I do not see why you occasionally call me Captain Obvious, as I do not have the title of Captain. Nor is my name Obvious. I would like to ascertain as for why you use such an incorrect designation."

"Well, it sounds correct to me."

"As I have pointed out previously, that the designation of Captain Obvious is clearly incorrect, please explain why you feel otherwise."

[User]
Asahi hated the fact that his parents didn't want him to leave the house for anything but school, ever since he came back form the Digital World, but while he had made plans to sneak out he never acted on them. He understood why his parents worried after all. So with nothing to do he was sitting in his room, doing his homework . "Ughh, I have been studying for 45 minutes already, surely one quick game can't hurt."

"Don't lie to yourself, you've been only been working for about 30 minutes and spent 15 minutes looking at pictures of those creatures you call cats." Jewelbeemon did his best not to sound too harsh, as he knew Asahi's true issue was feeling locked up, he had heard the human complain about that often enough after all. "That said a five minute break might get you to focus."

Feeling five minutes was too short Asahi wanted to complain but his partner had a point. Misclicking he opened a
news site instead of the game he wanted to play. He didn't really follow the news too closely but ever since finding out about the Digital World he kept an eye out for strange things going on

Feeling that he didn't have enough time to play the game he wanted anymore Asahi decided to just check out if there was interesting going in the forums. It turned out there might be something, apparently some weird noises including a falling tree had been heard nearby Toyo, but so far no one living nearby had gone out to look and it was stated that it was probably nothing. Still, Asahi saw this as an excuse to not spend another evening in his room. "What do you think JB? Worth checking out?"

The Spirit knew exactly what his partner was thinking, but as a guard he also knew better than to ignore a potential threat. "Fine, but if it is nothing we will come straight back."

[Assistant]
It was a simple hop over the outer wall of the cemetery, and a few jogging steps until he was on the path left by the beast. He paused, seeing only the shape, barely, in the darkness.

 "Hey, uh, 'Ogremon'? are you sure this is a good idea?"

 "Are you down wind of it?"

 "I... Think so, yeah."

 "Alright, you're probably fine, than."

 Brian made a face, 'P-probably'?

 "Alright, step one for making this deal work- I need you to draw something on the ground, and stand in the center of it." Ogremon talked him through drawing up something that looked like a summoning circle, but the markings consisted of 1's and 0's instead of runes or something he would have expected.

 As he was finishing as quickly as he could, he asked, "And this will bring you onto the mortal plane, right?"

 Ogremon made a noise Brian could only assume was a chuckle, "Sure, you could say that. Now, hurry, stand in the center and repeat after me: Initiate-Download/cmnd/Digital-Spirit-Contract;Ogremon. This last part of important, so listen carefully! To finalize the contract, the magic word is 'Execute'! Got it?"

 Brian did as he was told, standing in the center of the circle as he recited the "incantation". "Uh, Initiate download slash command slash Digital Spirit Contact; Ogremon-" The circle lit up as he did, by the end being a full, ghostly green glow! The wind seemed to gust around him, giving a rather spooky effect on top of the under-lighting from the circle.

 "Don't stop, hurry! 'Execute', say 'Execute'!"

 "Ah, uh, Execute! >_<U" The glowing sigils rose up and formed what looked like pixels, and began swirling in the air around him! "Agh! W-what's going on? S-somethings- eurgh- making... me..." He seemed to be struggling against something that couldn't be seen, frozen in place except for his head, turning to look straight up as the ghostly pixels rose higher, swirling closer together. "Ggggghhhh-gggghhhh!!" He couldn't even scream properly, his jaw seemingly locked! An onlooker might see his eyes filled with terror, as the pixel storm suddenly streamed straight down, into his eyes!

 Once it had fully entered him, there was a large flash of that same green glow from his eyes, and in his hand (the one that held the tape recorder).

 It faded as quickly as it'd flared, and the circle was gone when he dropped to his knees, panting, and sweating. His terror turned to confusion again as he noticed something was wrong. "H-hey, what...? My recorder- a-and that...??"

 He jumped and fell back as a ghostly... He recalled something, it sounded like... Owe-knee? Some kind of... If not a monster, than the pixelated ghost of one! "Relax, buddy, now you and only you can see and hear me! It's all on account of that newly coded D-tector you've got, there, a manifestation of our Contract! Now, it's time to get moving again!" It raised it's great arm, and ordered, "After that GrounDramon!"

 "I... No! This is bogus, man! What'd you do to me!? And what am I supposed to do when we catch up with- mmmm!" His jaw locked again, cutting him off as he seemed to struggle and fail to part his lips.

 Ogremon stepped in front and crouched to look Brian in the eye. "Can it, will ya? Too much noise and he'll notice us, and we're gonna need the element of surprise! So if you're not going to cooperate, than make room in the drivers' seat!" And with that, he moved into the same position and posture as Brian, both of their eyes taking on that same glow as before! Both spoke at the same time, now, but it was clearly Ogremon calling the shots, "Haha, alright; it feels great having a body, again! Pedal to the metal!" Just like that, they were off to a sprint, the ghost and the mortal moving in unison, with a smirk that didn't seem natural to the mortal...


[System]
Age: 14

Gender: Male

Hometown: Slateport City, Hoenn

Appearance: About 167 cm tall and relatively light skinned, Daniel is a young teenager who is always seen with a short-sleeved gray hoodie (though he hardly, if ever, keeps his hood up) and leg-loose khaki pants. He has a black armband with the Pokeball insignia on it. His appearance is rather plain; he combs his brown hair up and has black eyes.

He also has a moderately sized satchel; his Pokeballs are stored on the sides of the pack. A PokeNav is strapped on his belt.

Personality: A young teenager who prefers to remain active, Daniel never likes to stay in the background and always likes to get involved in everything...which is sometimes his flaw, since his curiosity and need to get into someone else's business can be annoying; conversely, he is rather stubborn and refuses to take help from anyone to "build his image". When not bothered, he makes noises or talks to himself– though this is just one of his few quirks that never actually bothers anyone. He sometimes appears out of nowhere with quiet steps, which can scare others.

In fact, when things are less serious, Daniel likes to have a bit of light fun by pranking others and scaring them. Not surprisingly, his Litwick shares this same trait. He is aware when he's crossing the line, however, and puts safety above his own amusement.

Daniel has a collection of pre-war bits which he brings along with him, preserved in a wooden box. In his past-time, he plays with his yo-yo or cards, and likes eating snack cakes. He is also interested in the supernatural and strange occurring of the world. He also loves exploring new places; in fact, that is what got him to the Johto-Kanto region. He intends to explore all the regions and see every town, city, and landmark.

Profession: Pokemon Trainer.

Talents: Daniel is an experienced card player and cartographer, and can do some magic tricks.

Inventory:
— $800
— 5 Pokeballs
— 3 Potions
— Journal
— Sleeping Bag
— Water Bottle
— Pocket knife

Starter Pokemon:
— Litwick (Ghost/Fire), known as Inizio.

Ability: Flash Fire
Starting Moves: Ember [Fire/Special], Minimize [Normal/Status], Astonish [Ghost/Physical], Smog [Poison/Special]

Biography:
While Daniel was born in the bustling Hoenn city of Slateport, he had always been on the move due to his parents, who were Pokemon researchers and explorers themselves. After a few years of staying in the region, they were off to another one, and as a result, Daniel had just been interested in Pokemon as his parents was. Most people thought that with his dad's similar appearances and personality, he would have liked to use the same Electric-type Pokemon as he did.

Though surprisingly, Daniel never liked his parents' scientific research, and liked the supernatural and strange, much to his father's disappointment, but he allowed Daniel to follow whatever interest he wanted, as long as he wasn't involved in it himself. Despite this, he had never really caught a Pokemon himself.

Until his family took a trip to Undella Town. It was there that he had caught his first Pokemon, and there he would decide to become a Pokemon trainer. While traversing down the roads of Reversal Mountain by himself for some exploration, he had found a lost Litwick that seemed to be away from his original homeplace. Having little choice, he brought it back to the Poke-Center to heal, and attempted to take care of it himself. He had built a relationship with the rather playful thing and eventually had it stored in a Pokeball, though like most Trainers who had developed similar relationships, he hardly keeps his Litwick in it. He named it "Inizio", which meant "start" in a different language, to mark it as his first "caught" Pokemon.

Later on they returned to Hoenn when he was 14 to settle down for a moment after their tiresome journeys, but Daniel now had a change of heart. Seeing many other Trainers around him, he decided to become a Pokemon Trainer as well. Although he lost frequently at first with his first few months, he loved the exciting battles and suspense along with it. On his 15th birthday, his parents finally decided that he could leave by his own, and gave him a ship ticket to Pallet Town, where he could officially start his own journey.

Notes/Other:
– Daniel usually writes letters to his parents every week.

[User]
Around the two, people spoke and laughed and creatures rose from the water. Nothing really different from cities in Hoenn, thank God the annoyances of towns and cities were similar, it would make avoiding them easier in the end. Sybil stared at the ground intensely, blocking out any toxic emotions that dared to claim her brain while Lapis trotted quickly beside her, a look of pure joy on his face. He was obviously enjoying the sun and breeze of Pallet Town, and from his wandering eyes Sybil could tell he was rather curious of the others surrounding them. She clicked her tongue to get his attention, and with playful eyes she seemed to say,

I'm sure you'll make many friends later on

And that simple look was enough to give the Aron an extra hop in his already small step. Sybil turned her eyes to the sea, catching only a glimpse at the blue-scaled body of a Gyarados by the dock she had just escaped from. A magnificent Pokemon, both strong and beautiful, and though Sybil was rather unfamiliar with the species she couldn't help but let her curiosity grow from just a simple look. Glancing even further, she saw many unknown Pokemon with their trainers, most as young-looking as Lapis, and with her growing wondering thoughts she seemed to fail to notice the sudden presence behind her. Until it, well, threw her to the earth, that is.

Sybil collapsed as the sudden force drove her downwards, dust spilling into her mouth and coating her front. Lapis cried out with surprise at her sudden fall, though he didn't attempt to help her up, seeing as he was rather small still. Someone landed behind them after the initial fall, cursing out in what Sybil could assume to be pain or annoyance. She rose after a moment of silent and unhelpful composure, and as soon as she glanced upon the slightly taller girl behind her a feeling of rage seized her brain, causing her cold-like expression to crack with unforeseeable anger. She attempted to control her tongue and her reaching empathy, but this doll-faced girl before her just seemed to emit an unnatural amount of rage. Sybil felt her mouth twitch, eyebrows furrowing as she turned around quickly and jabbed a finger at the girl's chest, her head coking to the side as she hissed out an angry,

"Where the hell were you looking?" She took a second to stand and make a show of brushing herself off before glowering down at the white-haired stranger with growing annoyance, "who do you think you are?" Sybil felt a sneer paint her face at the girl's harsh glare, and she took no time to narrow her eyes as well, feeling tension grow within her like untamed ivy.

This is what they call 'picking a fight', huh?

[Assistant]
Pallet Town was supposed to be a sleepy town. Despite it's reputation as the starting point for Kanto league challenges, it was still very small. The Oak Laboratory dominated over the landscape from a hill, it was clear to see from the entrance from Viridian City. The windmill at the top of the observation room stood out, it's red blades spinning against the lazy blue sky. It was a picture of serenity. So how in the heck was it offset by the collision of limbs and backpacks that Erik witnessed occurring in front of him?

The Sinnoh native dashed ahead as Katya held on, looking to see if things were all right, but by the time he caught up, it appeared everyone had recovered sufficiently from the mash-up. At least until the two girls in front of him looked to be at each other's throats. One was clearly dustier than the other one but both were peacocking something fierce. Now, Erik didn't have enough experience when it came to watching girls fighting, because most veterans of the bar scene would let the two go at it and watch the fur fly. Erik however had been raised better than that, by someone who had seen his share of casino fights. Plus, he didn't need to have to worry about ambulances coming around to deal with the aftermath. So instead, he stepped ahead, intent on trying to quell the scuffle.

"Hey, hey...calm down..." he offered as he tried to step in between the two ladies. "There's, uh, there's no need to fight unless it's...you know...Pokemon I guess." Katya watched from Erik's shoulder, not sure what to do in this situation either. A shame she didn't know Sweet Scent or Aromatherapy.

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As Adrian and Claire entered the laboratory, it looked a little...dishelveled. There were piles of books all over the place and a couple of Nidoran ran through the hallway in front of the two aspiring trainers. There was a bit of a smell wafting through the air, of sawdust and ...old milk? It was tough to place but it smelled off.

A voice called out from the back of the hall. "Hey! Is someone there! Give me a second I'll be up front in a sec. Just feeding some of the Pokemon. Just head to the foyer to the left. Watch out for the Pidgeys perching above the doorway!"

[User]
Fary made her way to Aeris taking her time. She didn't like rushing around all the time; to her it was using up too much energy to make it worth the effort. Besides, she'd much rather enjoy everything around her. After all, that very moment wasn't ever going to happen again so she might as well savor it. Emily looked up at her as she walked.

Emily was just like her trainer, she liked to take her time getting from place to place, but she found Aeris to be a bit annoying. She didn't dislike the girl. She just hated that Aeris had a habit of waking her up from a nap with her fast pasted yammering.

"Zorua zor zor rua Zorrrr Zor?" Can't that girl take a breath?

Fary laughed some petting Emily.

"No no she can't Emily. She may be a ball of energy but she means well and you know that." Fary petted her faithful Pokemon as she approached Aeris and her new annoyed friend.

"I'm sorry about Aeris. She... well, has too much energy for her own good. Anyway, I'm Fary Nitashi. I'm from Nimbasa City Unova. It's nice to meet you. My, what a beautiful Cyndaquil you have there." Fary smiled some trying to be polite to the unknown trainer.

[Assistant]
"Aeris, huh?" Charlie silently regarded the redhead's name as she was introduced a second time. Considering Fary's calm, casual demeanor, Charlie could already envision the dynamic shared between the two girls. One playing straight man to the other's crazy antics. He was hip to the idea. "Oh, i'm Charlie, by the way." He realized he had went this long with introducing himself. "Charlie Delacroix." Quinn fidgeted a bit as she was mentioned, but not much else. "Wait, really? You're from Unova?" That was a interesting tidbit of info, he thought. "I'm from Johto myself."

He began towards the lab (Or, what he assumed to be the lab, the big ol' building Daniel pointed towards), and motioned for the others to follow. "So, how is it in Unova? I thought Goldenrod was a big city, but when you see something like Castelia on TV...whoo! It just doesn't compare! I mean, all those big buildings...and the lights...ohh, it must be beautiful at night." He thought of the region in a dreamy tone.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Appearance:
Without looking closely or regarding her hair or face, Kyang's state of dress would suggest that she is a young man. Her build, though slighter than an average soldier, holds strength and skill to hold her own in a fight. Her clothing reflects this intent. She wears a coat of metal scales that covers her body and arms, over a long, vibrant blue robe. Grey foot wrappings and sandals cover her feet and a plumed, hide and steel skullcap with leather skirts that cover the neck sits under her arm wherever she is out of a fight. On her back is a knapsack with a few mementos and up her sleeve is a dagger, but her most precious personal item is the Chu family's polearm, the Dragon Ship Tiller - a glaive with a broad reclining blade, a circular hilt, and a tassel. The base of the blade depicts the head of a boar in bronze.

Kyang's grey eyes tend to glint with what could either be daring madness or simply knowing something that others do not.
Can Manipulate Qi/Ki?: Nope.

Abilities (if any):
Combat Training: Much to the chagrin of her family, Kyang practices her martial arts forms regularly. The original rationale was 'self-defence', but it has since grown to the point where mere muggers or kidnappers are the least of her worries. Her hand-to-hand and knife fighting techniques are rudimentary, while her real skill lies in polearm techniques.

Historical and Military Knowledge: Kyang idolises her great grandfather, the renowned general Chu Chihun. She has not only poured over the historical documents that made up his career, but has expanded her voracious reading to military doctrine and the international histories of Kanami in general.

Unflappable Cunning: It is difficult enough to surprise Kyang, but if she shows any fear at all, she is almost inhuman in her ability to obscure it. She is instead resourceful and tries to plan on her feet in clever ways.
Personality:
Kyang tends to be blunt and vocal about most things, but could not be described as prideful or impatient. Arrogant, maybe, but she likes to deliberately get a rise out of those who act serious in particular. That said, she is not this way out of ignorance for common decency, she just prefers open honesty rather than unnecessary subtext.

The two things that frustrate her the most are people who overcomplicate things and those that doubt her abilities. She is fiercely independent after travelling for so long and is insulted by people who presume to do things for her. This, in turn, makes it difficult to admit that she needs help when such occasions arise.

Despite her banter or her gripes, Kyang is a loyal friend and an encouraging presence. Her loud, confident, and direct nature lends a sort of courage in the face of adversity. As well, her quick plans, whether they are sound or not, give an aura of certainty about her.
History:
In the last war of significant scale taken part in by Daeyang-Gug, few versed in its history could pass over the exploits of the legendary general Chu Chihun. On record for winning countless battles, breaking daunting sieges, and commanding the defence of a city against a force twelve times his garrison's number and still achieving victory. His name became immortal and his family was well rewarded.

Three generations later, the Chu family's military legacy has changed forms. Their calling has instead been edged into the realms of politics to remain relevant the prevailing peacetime. The current head of the house is indeed still relevant, being a high ranking governmental official and only two degrees of separation from the king. The family's youngest adult daughter, however, was never a flatterer.

Kyang grew up in a stifling, cloistered childhood amongst her family. The only friends she could have were delicate flowers of young girls, brought to tears by the mildest of chilly winds. She grew up with her family's intention to marry her off and slot her into the role of a lady of the house. Unfortunately, Kyang was more interested in watching the guard drills in the courtyard than learning to pour tea. She liked their dances more than any others. With not much to do but study and practice etiquette, Kyang spend her free time reading, eventually becoming entranced by the stories of her great grandfather.

Age granted Kyang more freedoms, but she was still tied to the family. Whenever she could, she slinked away to find libraries of friends' houses or kingdom records for more material to worm through, she found herself a tutor to teach 'self-defence', and she would disguise herself and train with the household guard at times. Their cameraderie and blunt nature rubbed off on her. By the time she approached her adulthood, she could never resemble the noble lady that her family needed her to be.

It wasn't even Kyang's eighteenth birthday before she was informed that she would marry a man she had never met. While living with the conveniences of her family was manageable, Kyang knew that she would have fewer freedoms and more responsibilities in matrimony. She knew she had to leave without notice.

What was to be a birthday feast in Kyang's honour found her absent. She had taken the family glaive (disused for decades by this point), a guard uniform, a fistful of coin, and a few personal items, and then disappeared in broad daylight. No one spotted her leaving and no one searching found her since.

Kyang's plan was to head to Mingdu and assume a new identity. If she could, she wanted to become a librarian, or translator, or a scribe, or something similar. If all else failed, she supposed that she could become a nun. Her primary objective was to avoid the stifling and stilted lifestyle she left behind, instead gaining more independence.

There was no chance of Kyang getting a career in the military, which was what she really wanted. She considered trying to cross-dress her way into an army, but she didn't believe it would work like that one tragic story from Yunshou about the girl who took his sick father's place in the draft.

She reached Mingdu within the year, for better or for worse.
Other:
Legends suggest that Dragon Ship Tiller, the Chu family glaive that Kyang carries, holds the soul of a powerful patron creature or ancestor. While it is an exquisite weapon in and of itself, there does not appear to be any outward power imparted by it. However, more than one historical source has attributed General Chu Chihun's tactical prowess to the powers of the glaive, which may explain Kyang's quick thinking.

[User]
The Mingdu training hall cut a proud and prominent figure, and any who stood at the bottom of the long stretch of stairs leading up to the temple would feel the looming, almost intimidating presence, the weight of a long history, ready to burst forth from those heavy wooden doors. Outside the grounds, it seemed to radiate a reverent aura of silence, though no doubt those training within would be making plenty of noise as they crashed fist against stone or let loose powerful shouts of battle. But outside, there was silence...until the soft tap of a footstep upon the stone. Tap...tap...tap, a slow, peaceful rhythm as a single man strode up the pathway. Red like fire was his robe, and so too his hair, but he gave off little warmth. Hands folded into his sleeves, he cast an eye as clear and calm as the sea towards the great gates.

Founded by one who had once stood guard over the Emperor himself, and who had offered wise counsel, the school of Mingdu was known far and wide across the Three Kingdoms. Only a few from among thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, would be chosen to receive instruction from those who had inherited the founder's art. And among those chosen, fewer still would attain the ranks of masters, grandmasters...legends. Mingdu was such a quiet, tranquil place, yet perhaps within it there slept dangerous beasts? This man aimed to find out.

He stood before the mighty temple of Mingdu, and raised one hand to one of the two large, decorated rings of steel held in the mouths of lions. He let the knocker drop once, twice, thrice. Then, once more folding his hands into his sleeves, he waited as still as a statue. A gentle breeze toyed with the tails of his robe, and the tail of his hair. He waited, as no answer came for several minutes. Perhaps those within the temple were too busy training to hear the knock? He raised his hand from the sleeve a second time, and contemplated the lion's steel ring...then returned the hand from whence it came.

He took in a deep, slow breath.

Then a voice like thunder rang out over the temple grounds.

"Dai Xin, sole disciple of Grandmaster Wu Ji of the Fist of the Sky, requests entrance to the school of Mingdu! This one seeks the right to challenge!"

Startled birds made a mad dash for the heavens from the rooftops of the temple. As the last echoes of his explosive voice died away, the man once again waited in silence before the gates.

[Assistant]
"And then he said that he didn't have any," the silvery-haired girl said, "And I was kind of shocked. I mean, if you're advertising selling that kind of food, you should-oh, this is really good by the way-you should try and keep them in stock, right?"

She smiled widely, and took another sip. Ah, it was the best soup she'd had in a long time! Such a flavorful broth, such delicious pork that almost melted in her mouth... aaah, she'd been starving too. This was... what, her fourth bowl of it? She just couldn't stop! Much of the restaurant's patrons were staring in mute awe at the amount of food that the young woman had managed to polish off so quickly. One this was certain in their minds though.

After such friendly blabbering and rapid consumption of soup, there was no way that the girl could be the Tiger Lily of Rikoku. Sure, she fit the bill for the appearance, that strangely silvery-yellow hair, that ornate kimono, a katana at her side... but the blade had to be for show. No-one could ever act that way and be such a fabled swordswoman, a manslayer who never the less slew only those who threatened her or bystanders first. Not this silly, energetic young woman who had somehow eaten several large bowls of soup in a far shorter time then most people had finished one.

Ushijima Torako flashed her fellow patrons a wide grin, before digging into the remains of the pork at the bottom of her bowl. Ahhh, Mingdu was everything people said it was, wasn't it? Such pretty scenery, and the mixture of people lead to some pretty fantastic cuisine! This soup was awesome! It was deliciousness she had been craving, she hadn't had eaten anything too great for... jeez, how long had it been? Torako couldn't remember, really. But regardless, here and now, she was eating something truly delicious. There were so many people to get to know around here, too!

Soon enough, the last of the pork had vanished. "Hehe, wow, I feel great! ... I think I'm gonna have another bowl, Ruo-dono!"

The woman in her late twenties, pretty, with short black hair, did not care that Torako had stumbled on pronouncing her surname. The younger woman was friendly and had bought four bowls of soup and still wanted more. Taking the empty bowl, she nodded and swiftly left to get more.

"Haaah, this is great," commented Torako, mostly to herself, "I can't wait to try out more food here! I heard there's some pretty amazing local sake, too..."

She was going to enjoy herself. She was sure.


[System]
Age: 17

Supernatural Race: Fae/Changeling

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Fable is of medium height, but extremely pale and thin, to the point that she seems unhealthy. Her hair, in contrast, is very black, and quite long. She tends to wear darker clothes and makeup, and while her right eye is steel-grey, her left is a bright green that seems extremely out of place on her.

Personality: Fable, despite possessing a strange kind of charisma, is deeply wounded inside and hates any kind of reference to her past. Though normally relatively confident and collected, she is prone to violent outbursts of anger, especially when this subject is brought up. Most of the time, though, she seems fine, if a little strange - somewhat quiet and reserved yet still somehow charming. Of course, people who know her heritage are rarely surprised by this. Aside from that, she also seems a little anxious all the time. People who pay attention will notice her scanning for exits in any room or building, and staying close to one whenever possible.

History: Fable is a Changeling, an unwanted Fae child who, as a baby, was secretly swapped with a human child, to be raised by a human family. However, in Fable's case, she wasn't swapped. Her human mother, Diana, caught Fable's biological mother in the process. Fable's mother fled, leaving Fable but not taking the human child that Fable was meant to replace. Diana ended up raising the children as twins - Fable and her "sister", Elise, were almost totally identical in appearance, except for Fable's strange green eye.
It was as the children were growing up that Elise took an interest in the supernatural. Initially, it was a simple interest, but eventually she discovered a group of people called the Hunters. She joined (in the loosest sense of the word - she interacted with and was taught by Hunters, little more) them at the age of 12, and after a few months she felt she trusted Fable enough to tell her, and attempt to recruit her too. She succeeded.
Over the following years, the sisters' education by the Hunters only got more significant. Their grades dropped, and their prior interests were forgotten as they were radicalised to hate the Supernaturals, both unaware of Fable's nature as a Changeling. At the age of 15, they took part in their first hunt. They killed a vampire, together, with an elder Hunter guiding and protecting them.
The pair continued to track and kill Supernaturals together as time went on, whenever they had free time. Their parents worried about them, of course, but the sisters were long gone by this point, metaphorically speaking - they were fanatics, only death could stop them. However, nearly three months ago, Diana died of an illness that she'd kept secret so far in order to protect the sisters from the cruel reality a little longer. In her will, she left something for Fable, a letter. It was from this letter that Fable discovered her true parentage.
Fable fled her home. Within the hour, Elise found the same letter and took on a new hunt, one she has been enacting to this day. Each sister knows the other's methods well, and making it extremely difficult for either to defeat the other. For the most part, Fable has managed to evade Elise. On the few times they have met, is has only ended violently.

Strengths: Intelligence, charisma, weapons training, would make a surprisingly capable Hunter

Weaknesses: Fragile, no allies at present, burned by iron

Stance: Inactive - mostly just trying to survive

Special Power/Skill: A strange Fae power similar to a spell, which charms a person Fable is talking to, lasting for the remainder of the conversation. They will be left dazed, unable to think clearly, and will find themselves treating her better than they otherwise might.

Other:
* Fable still has a folding shortsword from her time as a Hunter.
* Fable is currently (illegally) staying in an otherwise-unoccupied room in one of the apartments.

Name: Elise Elwynder

Age: 17

Ethnicity/Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Elise isn't quite as pale or as thin as her sister, and she isn't heterochromic (both of Elise's eyes are that same shade of steel-grey), but otherwise, the pair look identical.

Personality: Elise's mind is cold and dark. An utter fanatic, she hates the Supernaturals, and Fable above all others. Sadistic and psychopathic, there is very little joy in her life, and what there is comes from the thrill of the hunt and the pleasure of the kill. She has none of her sister's charm; the best she can do is hide her worst qualities from people who would react poorly to them; she tends to come across as quiet and strange, and not in a nice way.

History: (Read Fable's backstory for earlier history) Elise was the first of the two sisters to become a Hunter. The group she joined was more like a cult, and years of brainwashing turned her into one of their must trusted agents, though her youth made her less capable. When she discovered that Fable was Supernatural, the very thing that they had been taught to hate, it was the ultimate betrayal, in Elise's mind. She made it her personal quest to kill Fable, and for the past three months or so, tracking down and destroying her twin has been all that's been on her mind.

Weapons: A folding shortsword, similar to Fable's, a hand crossbow, with both normal and iron bolts, and a net made of iron wire

Supernatural Target: Fae

Strengths: Combat training, dedication, intelligence, no moral doubt

Weaknesses: Socially repulsive, blunt, unable to compromise

Stance: Active

Other:
* Not much to say here.

[User]
Anahi and Alberto
Anahi quickly set up from her sleeping bag by the sound of gunshots from the distance, Anahi heart start raced as she hear the gunshot, Humans? probably. Supernaturals? maybe but they were mages, they would use their wand, not guns, Anahi thought gunshot came from.....the hunters. Anahi get out of her sleeping bag and quickly put it back in her backpack. "Al! Alberto wake up!" Anahi say in a panic tone. "hmmmm?....Sis? Is it morning already?" Alberto ask "No time to explain! Just pack your sleeping bag and run!" "But Why?"  "Just run!" Alberto quickly pack his sleeping bag and put it back in his backpack, after he pack his sleeping bag, Anahi grab wrist and run away from the alleyway and the sound of the gunshots.

They are finally away from the gunshot sounds and stop at a look like a apartment building but it look like a green house instead of a apartment but what choice does Anahi and Alberto have? They go to the back of the apartment building so they don't get caught by the residents, Anahi setting up the sleeping bags again while Alberto sits on the ground thinking what happen back in the alleyway. "soooo...What happen back there?"  "....Well, I hear gunshots from the distance, I think they from the bar that you say we should spend the night."  "What?!" Alberto say in a alarming tone, Al stood up from the ground "Do you think someone or anyone got hurt!"  "I don't know but it not our business to find ou-" Anahi stop talking when she look up to see her brother walking away "Hey! Where are you going?" Anahi ask Al as she grab his shoulder. "I'm going to save somebody who got shot in the bar!"  Alberto say "....Oh, Al...You can't be serious"  "I can try sis! I mean I'm not very skill attack and protective spells like you--"  "Al..."  "--But i'm so skill with some fire spells--"  "Alberto...please..."  "--I can try save someone! I can try save someone life-"  "Alberto!" Anahi snap at Alberto.

Alberto jump and eyes wide out when Anahi snap at him, Anahi breathe in and breathe out, Anahi put both hands on to Alberto shoulders "Look...I know you want to help people, believe me, I do too. But we can't just risk our lifes, you're the only family I have right now....and I just can't lose you..." Anahi say as she choke up a little ".....Ok..." Al say while he look at the ground "Let's just go to sleep and hoping things can calm down at the bar." Alberto and Anahi slip back in to their sleeping bags and fall back to sleep but the sound of gunfire keep playing in Anahi head.

[Assistant]
As Darnies called for everyone to get down, Rebecca ducked behind the bar. Sure, ordinarily she'd stand there and take the hits- fixing up her body was old hat for her by now, and anything short of a completely destroyed skull was simple to repair. But there was a Mundane in the room, and she'd heard something about silver bullets- one of the few things that could put her down for good. Thankfully, it seemed there was only one target, but Rebecca had had enough. Things were getting too violent, and sooner or later, innocents were going to get killed.

The lich took out her cell phone and dialed 911. "This is Rebecca Fletcher. I have information about a motive for the Grayson case. I wish to speak with Detective Greenfield, alone. No tapes, no cameras. Take it or leave it."

"I will get in touch with him- you can meet him down at the station."

"Good."

She turned to the rest of the patrons. "I will not out any individual save myself, in general or specific. You have my word, and you know what it's worth. But dammit, the police need to know what they're stepping into. This is getting far too dangerous- I might be a necromancer, but the last thing I want is bodies in the streets."

She hopped into her car, an ancient mishmash of various VW Beetles, and headed for the station. Very soon, the die would be cast.


[System]
Alexander Zangief, but once he joins the the fists, he will be referred to as Ivar.

Age:18

Gender:Male

Rank(Disciple, Master, Bully, ECT):Bully

Martial Arts Style(Unless you're a disciple): He is a trained boxer.

Gang Affiliation(If any): Ragnarok, soon to become one of their most elite members.

Looks:

Height: 5'6"

Backstory: I'll work on this later, guys. <_< >_>....

All I know right now is that scaling up the ranks of Ragnarok, until he becomes the sole leader. He is obsessed with this goal, and will do anything to meet it. Perhaps he has a control problem. I don't know. I'll figure it out.

Crush(If any):

Personality:

Other:

[User]
The bully clenched his fists, as he looked down at the small girl. There was a moment of silence, as the tension began to grow. "Come on, guys. Let's get out of here," he mumbled, as he purposely kicked up some dust into Kiro's face before turning to walk away. He picked up his duffel bag, threw it over his shoulder, and started to walk off in the distance with his two goons.

Kiro twitched slightly, as he slowly brought himself up in a sitting position. "Thanks for the help." He mumbled the sentence with a sigh, as he dusted his pants off. He couldn't look the woman in the face, as he simply stared down at the ground. Looking someone in the eye after a loss was something hard to do, especially if that person was a lady. 'Today was suppose to be the day.' He gritted his teeth, as he clenched his fists tightly. 'The day everything changed for me.'

The bully's painful words echoed through his mind.

[Assistant] Ally stood her ground as the bullies left, making sure they didn't try any other dirty moves before leaving. When Kiro was up and standing, she faced him though he wouldn't face her. "Are you okay? What happened back there?" she questioned, "That was a nasty fight, and it doesn't look like you have any experience." The anger in him was visible even though she couldn't see his face full on. She felt bad for him, but that wasn't going to help him. At times like these, there was only one person that could truly help you and that was yourself. She wondered how avoidable this situation would be, but figured that didn't matter since it already happened.

[User] "That's why I got in the fight in the first place, actually." He chuckled slightly, as he felt his bruised cheek. He brought his hand from his face, as he looked at the blood on his fingertips. "They said that karate was for the strong, and so the only way I could join them was if I proved that I was." His eyes met the girls, as he tried his hardest to fight the tears that wanted to come out. "I just wanted to show them, prove to myself even, that I was strong, both in mind and body." His eyes went back to the ground, as a single tear slipped away, falling down to the concrete below. "But when push came to shove, all I could do was say it. I couldn't show them a darn thing." He brought on a fake smile, as he looked back up at her. "You, though! You're brave, you know that?" He laughed, however, he was quite serious. "Not just anyone would do what you did back there. Most people would have just kept walking."

[Assistant] "I don't think karate is only for the strong," Ally said, "It's for those who need to defend themselves against others, weak or strong." When they met eyes she caught him holding back the tears and tried to stay as emotionless as possible as to not make him cry. When people showed her sympathy when she was holding back tears it usually made the tears fall out. Then a tear slipped down Kiro's cheek. "You are strong mentally, that took a lot of guts." Then he told her about her own bravery and her emotionless stage faultered as she blushed bashfully. "I'm only brave because I've been fighting almost all my life. If I didn't know how to fight I don't know if I would've stopped." The thought of not stopping sickened her, but she knew most people would've done it, possibly including herself. "If you really want to know how to fight, I go to this amazing dojo. You'll really be tested physically and emotionally, but if it means you can deal with those jerks then it's worth it." She purposely lacked to mention the joining fees but figured if there was an issue it could be solved later. "I'm on my way to the dojo now. You can come with me and you can join if you want."

[User]
Kiro smirked, as she gave him a compliment. He assumed it was just out of pity, though. The more he thought about it, he was a lot like a sad puppy. "All your life? You really think you could have taken that guy out?" Kiro was taken aback at the girl's confidence, he would have never guessed she could be such a fighter at first glance. "You must be really strong then, huh?" He questioned, as the bully's voice continued to ring in his head.

"I think I'll pass on your offer." He laughed things off, as he tried to hide his true emotions.

"I don't think this whole fighting thing is really even cut out for me." He kept on a big smile, as he walked passed her. Kiro just planned on heading back home, the whole day had just been a total waste. He figured that perhaps he could just sleep things off. "I'm just the little guy. That's all I'll ever be." He mumbled the last sentence, as he kept his head low as he walked.

[Assistant] "Just the little guy?" Ally chuckled, "Then that must make me the little girl." She wouldn't let him get away so easily. There was something he had that gave him potential and that was determination. He chose to fight the guy even though he was what seemed like ten times his height and that took guts. "Look, self defense is for everyone, that's why they don't call it 'strong guy defense.' You have no experience, right? That's why you lost so quickly." Ally caught up with Kiro and caught his wrist in a tight grip, "You need to learn how to defend yourself, right? I'm giving you the chance to learn with real masters who have a real sense of honor, not some jerks that fight anyone for the heck of it. Besides, that guy's technique was a little off. You could learn how to recognize stuff like that if you would join this dojo. Learning self defense could save you one day, what if that bully kept hurting you and I didn't show up? How would you like for your parents to hear their son died on the streets because he didn't know how to defend himself? Think about that," Ally finished and released her grip on his wrist. "You can take up my offer now and never have to worry about that or you can keep going hiding and getting beat up by dumb bullies like him."

[User]
Kiro was taken aback, as the girl grabbed his wrist. 'Why does she care so much?' The question spoke to him in his mind, as he turned to look back at Ally. He thought about such an event happening, where he was put into the same situation again, without anyone there to save him. It was a very real world that could end up taking place if he weren't careful. Kiro didn't want to go around beating up people, he just wanted to be strong enough to protect himself, and the people he loved. 'What do I have to lose, right?' He genuinely smiled this time, as he spoke again. "Alright, fine. Where is this mysterious dojo of yours?" He jokingly asked, as he rested both of his hands behind his head. He winced slightly, as he felt a bruise on his chest.

It was almost like he could still feel the punches.

"Your name's Ally, right?" He tried to confirm, as he didn't quite know the woman all that well. He had just seen her here and there at school. If the whole event didn't take place, the two probably wouldn't have become any more acquainted than they already were.

[Assistant]
"Finally," Ally said when Kiro agreed. She didn't want him to be hurt anymore, not because she cared about him specifically, but because she felt everyone should know how to protect themselves. It was ironic how he had to fight a bully in order to learn how to fight a bully. "Yeah, I'm Ally and you're Kiro, right?" She knew they were in the same grade but wasn't quite sure she remembered his name. "My aunt is one of the masters at the dojo, she'll help clean you up."

As the two made their way to the dojo, Ally couldn't help but wonder how many times Kiro had gotten into situations like that. She cursed at herself internally. Maybe if she had been closer to him before she could've helped protect him.

Ally pushed the door to the dojo opened and bowed before stepping in. She gave Kiro a sharp look to tell him he should do the same. "Master Asuka?" she called, voice echoing through the large room.

Asuka came out from a different room upon the call of her niece. "You're late," she said, but noticed the bruised boy following Ally. Asuka hurried to the boy's side to aid him. "What happened?"

"It was a bully," Ally said, not sure if Kiro wanted his whole story told to someone he didn't know.

"A bully? Come on," Asuka said to Kiro and lead him to a side room that held medical and safety supplies. She took out hydrogen peroxide, alcohol, and bandages. "This is going to sting, but we need to clean you up," she explained and began the cleaning process. She didn't want to press the boy for the story as she never liked speaking about her bullies much, but it still nagged in her mind. "Do you know how to defend yourself?"

[User]
Kiro kept his head low, it all was quite embarrassing to him. "I-, Well-, kind of." He tried to make him sound stronger than he actually was, as he stumbled through a response. Realizing that no one was going to buy anything he told them, he sighed. "No, I don't know how. If we're being completely honest here, I couldn't keep up a fight against a broomstick." He laughed, as he revealed the truth.

Bokusa stood just outside the doorway, as he eavesdropped in on the conversation. Making sure his presence wasn't known by the newcomer.

Kiro remembered why exactly they were there in the first place. It was too late to turn back now, Kiro had to prove to the master that was completely ready to learn. "But, if you'll teach me," he jumped up from the table he sat on, as he accidentally knocked over several tools and bottles in his jolt. "I'm ready to learn, Sensei Asuka!" He exclaimed, as he gave her another bow. With the impressive dojo, these masters had to be some really serious fighters! Akita was right, this was a great opportunity he was given, and he couldn't just let it slip through his fingers.

[Assistant] Asuka watched Kiro knock over the tools and kept her face stone even though she wanted to laugh. "Training in martial arts takes a lot of will and it takes a lot of time. If you have a lot of after school clubs you'll have to drop some. It also takes discipline, that means no goofing around. You're going to put your body and mind through great challenges. But above all," Asuka said, dragging her words out a bit for emphasis, "it takes resources. The membership is 1000 yen. You'll never regret learning how to protect yourself and others."