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Gender: Male

Apperance: (Ignore the little Makar, unless they actually exist…)

Link is a little guy for his age, just over 5 foot in height and very light. As pictured, is skin is slightly tanned.

Age: 16

Race: Hylian/Gerudo

Skills: * Link is a pretty efficient all-round little warrior, his skills in swordplay are unmatched. He's very precise with a keen eye, despite being rather clumsy too.
* He has an unnaturally high level of physical strength, despite his size and stature. While it is a gift, it is also a curse; he has very little control over it, his strength often getting him into trouble and repelling other people away from him. As such, he appears doomed to loneliness unless he can learn to control himself.
* A quick problem solver and intelligent; however, his intelligence is limited to being a quick learner and quick to understand. He doesn't have much common sense and is easily stressed.
* Growing up with a blacksmith means he can repair, sharpen and create weaponry and armour himself.

Magic Abilites: Shadow: His power in the dark arts appears unlimited, yet very limited at the same time. While he holds an incredible amount of magical power in the shadow, he doesn't know how to use it or control it. Despite his incredibly high level of shadow power, his heart is pure and his intentions are good.

Weapons: Meister: A weapon he constructed himself after a weapon reoccurring in his dreams. It's very durable, but very heavy. He uses the weight to try and help control his strength. He named it what he thought it was.

Inventory: Due to just being a little troubled kid, he doesn't have much to start other than a few potions.

Bio: Link was born an ordinary boy, only problem was he was adopted rather than born into a normal home. His mother was nothing but a prostitute who got unlucky, promptly abandoning the boy and her burden. No matter, he was able to have a normal upraising with the man who found him crying, alone and vulnerable. He stayed with a blacksmith as he grew up, one that made it his duty to keep Link happy, even if it meant lying to him about his true origins. He didn't want to upset the boy or allow him to grow up to be a rebel; however, his own natural abilities were shown to be the true rebel.

He lived and grew up in Kakariko Village, training himself up to hopefully try and make something of himself. All due to those who teased him as he grew, all due to his unstable abilities, he was determined to find a way to get people to like him. He never had many people who would consider him to be a friend, his abilities proving to be more threatening to them than what it was worth being friends for. He grew quiet over the years, determined to control himself and prove to them that he was not a monster in the disguise of a boy.

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Regol handed Link the map and pointed to the secret entrance in the Castle Gardens so Link knew what path to take on the map. Regol pulled off his ring and it gave way to his black doctor robes, plague mask, and tricorn hat. Regol did wonder if there was any traps to be had in this ancient labyrinth of secret passage ways. He made a duplicate of himself from the shadows of the dark tunnel and ordered it to run down the tunnel. The duplicate made it a ways, almost out of sight from the groups eyes when it suddenly stepped on a pressure plate and spikes stabbed it from both side walls, the duplicate turned into a cloud of black mist. Regol stepped behind Caelan and gave him a pat on the back. The man was a treasure hunter and a veteran of diving into old abandoned ruins, booby traps and all those things were right up his alley.

I mean the path to the Castle Garden was a short trip on the map, how many traps could there be between where they were at and their destination? All they had to do was make it to the castle and he would be able to get them to the Princess, out of the Castle would be a different story.

[Assistant]
Link had no idea what he was going to do about this castle or if he was going to have any sort of combat skills if it came down to using them so his only real hope right now was Caelan and his knowledge of castles and buildings leading away and keeping them out of trouble. Caelan going to places where there was treasure and castles had treasure so that surely didn't matter too much in the long term what difference it might make. Frowning when he called him crazy in return for his own exploits he folded his arms lightly, raising his shoulders. "It's not like I wanted to be hunted down like an animal. It happened suddenly, I didn't even provoke them", he spoke before looking back, "You're lucky when it comes to magic, you know. Yours is pretty gentle and can heal and all that so I can see why you would want to learn more about it.

Link wasn't terribly good at making plans, he usually made them up as he went along and if a puzzling situation came his way he was typically going to end up trying to solve it. It would probably had been best if he worked alone for something like this if Regol was going to be afraid of this woman and Caelan was not sounding terribly confident in him or wanting to be around him for that matter. Maybe Caelan could go alone if that was the case, he would be perfectly fine with hanging back if he was just going to be disliked that much. Maybe that was all just assumptions, he wasn't terribly used to people liking him and he didn't particularly like his own company. Sighing lightly as he thought about the plan some more he did wonder if he was going to gain the confidence of Caelan at all. He didn't mean to imply that he could walk into all the traps, just that he might be able to help them if they ever came across any.

Looking over to Regol he frowned when he was given the map, staring down at it and the apparent secret entrance. So they just had to get around the back and into the gardens, shouldn't be too hard with the direction they were going on. Looking up from the map he gasped at the duplicate, not expecting that to be the first thing he saw when he took his attention off the map before flinching when the sound of a trap going off destroyed it, his eyes slowly retreating behind the map again. Even if that was a duplicate that sounded rather painful, his eyes soon moving to Caelan in hope that he might be able to get rid of such a thing. If he had his shadow abilities he might had been able to hold the spikes back with a shield of some sort while they ran through, but that was his own selfish mistake. "Just how many have been pierced by those…I don't know if I want to think about it…"

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"My magic isn't all sunshine and butterflies, or were you not paying attention on the bridge?" Caelan asked, frowning as he pat the waterskin at his hip, "Healing just so happens to be something I can do, it's usually used for fighting whatever monsters are in ruins." He didn't want Link getting the wrong idea that he was some saint or something, he wasn't. Anyways onto the traps... Experience said there would be booby traps down here, but then how much sense did that make? If these were escape tunnels there shouldn't be any, you didn't want to risk killing the people trying to get out. Recalling the map Caelan could see the spiderwebbing of the tunnels meaning there was more than one route; one probably had no traps in it, the others were littered with them. If that were the case, as Regol's shadow was kind enough to show, then he had his work cut out for him. No pressure, he always loved it when other people's lives were on the line because of him. Nodding when pat on the back he let out a sigh, figuring it was no or never for them to get moving.

"Well if we keep our eyes open and don't do anything stupid we won't be included among them." Good thing about pressure plate traps was if you knew how they triggered you knew how to disable them as well. Applying pressure onto the plate itself released a catch below, and that catch often retracted lines which pulled the wraps, be it a swinging axe or a wall of spikes. If you removed the plate though, disabled the pressure sensor you were completely fine. Going to where Regol's shadow had been shredded seconds earlier he stopped and picked out the plate, taking a knee as he prepared to do his work. "Uh... You two might want to stay back, just saying. Never know when one of these could screw up and kill you," he joked grimly.

With no blade to use he formed a shard of ice in his hand, thinning it to have the thickness of a blade itself. Then using it to pry beneath the pressure plate, and being especially careful not to press on it, he pushed the blade in further until he broke the seal, using the edge of the hole to push the plate up and off. After that it was a simple matter of finding the wires connected to the spike traps, which he did, he encased them in ice to freeze them in place and prevent them from moving. Just to test himself he gritted his teeth and pressed two fingers down on the sensor, smiling when nothing came of it.

"And there you have it, one disabled trap... And probably a hundred more to go," Caelan said as he dissolved his makeshift blade, wiping down his hands then on his pants before continuing ahead. They didn't get more than 50 meters along before he found a tripwire trap, and with some careful scanning of the walls he found an axe suspended in an indent, just waiting to fly out and take someone's head off, or cut them in half. "With tripwires there's two ways of dealing with it... Either set it off, let the trap do its thing and try to pass by, or clog up the hole and hope it works..." He'd try the latter, and he happened to just have the tool for it too. Pulling the plate from earlier out of his pocket he pressed it up against the opening in the wall, using ice magic again to freeze it firmly in place. Using just the tip of his foot he then released the axe, watching as it swung and slammed into the plate, denting it but remaining put. "Sure neither of you want to go it a try?" Caelan asked, glancing back with a smirk, "There's nothing to it really."

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THREE HOURS LATER...

It had been a long three hours at a snails pace. All in all it was obviously for the best, rather safe than filled with spikes head to toe or being squished flat like paper. Regol had expended a decent amount of magic on the whole endeavor, but he would survive and would be fine after a short while. Link had definitely helped, while the map wasn't detailed enough to show exactly where the trap was and what kind, he was able to read it and give them enough of a heads up before they walked into one. Now they were underneath the Garden, a old wooden ladder went up into what looked like a large bush. This was it, the moment of truth, to dawn their masks and see if they could pull it off. All in all, their mission was simple. Go in castle, find princess, leave with princess, avoid countless soldiers and Fiona the dreaded Marksman of the Brotherhood.

Regol made hand motions for the two to put their Templar masks on that the Mask Salesman had given them. Regol would duke it out as himself, use his authority as Father Thallus' second-in-command. He figured it would work for a while, enough to at least find the princess, but if Fiona was lurking too close, she would without a doubt catch wind of his return or would move to finish what she had failed to do to him earlier. The thrust for power corrupts all, women and men alike, Deku and Goron, it had no gender or race. If he could speak he would have tried to speak some encouraging words or give a pep talk, but he had lost his ability to talk long ago through normal means, and he himself was a bit nervous. He had turned traitor (or in his eyes turned to the side of justice and liberty) and wondered what punishment awaited him at the hands of Thallus if he were caught.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly.

Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range.

Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge.

Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist.

Color: Azure

Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally.

Appearance:
When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.

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Sapphire Rode - Infirmary
Sapphire couldn't believe who she was talking too. Had his brain truly been scrambled by the cave in? Seemed like the possibly was rising with every word he said. How else could he not know that she was referring to the initiation ceremony? The one they had horribly failed. Sapphire wondered if she could stay with her grandparents and Demetra when this fell through.

As a bonus the scatter brained faunus was also a bleeding heart. "Happened to have wronged you before, I apologize." The hell was he talking about, he wasn't even sure that he had done something wrong and yet was still prepared to admit defeat. Sapphire rolled her eyes. It was just about this time that the door creaked open. In walked a tall heavy set boy likely about her age. He was from the tunnel, what was his name Adel, Able something like that.

He clearly realized three seconds after entering that he'd walked into the middle of an awkward conversation. Sapphire didn't really have a problem letting that moment drag out and did so watching him squirm uncomfortable until he finally spoke. When he did it was sort of shaky and rather generic greeting which sparked something in Sapphire. Alright? Alright! Didn't he have eyes? It was plan for anyone to see that neither of them was 'alright'.

"Oh yeah," Sapphire said turning on Abel. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We are totally fine right now." Sapphire said glaring at him. It annoyed her when people tried to look on the bright side. It was better to see a situation for what it was regardless of how bad that might be.

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"Agreed. I would also like to get to know all of you a bit better. Likes, dislikes, hobbies, dreams, basic knowledge so that we can avoid annoying each other too much." was what Marcus wanted to know. "Shouldn't you take me to dinner first? Fat chance of that, pal, you have something to prove before you earned yourself that much." Diamond said in an abrasive tone. "I have no problem following you to battle, but that doesn't automatically make us buddies."

she patted her pockets nervously, searching for the pack of smokes she had somewhere. Her past was something she wasn't going to share with just anyone, no thank you. she reached the last pocket. Nothing. Damn, must have lost them in battle. Oh well, there's always the emergency reserve... Diamond thought, lifted her hat and pulled a cig from the inside, hiding it in her sleeve. "I'll catch up later. You ladies have fun." she said as she went to the nearest exit, metallic clicks of her lighter opening and closing as she went echoing behind her.

It was already darkening outside, and kinda cold. She found herself back in the gardens, far enough to be out of sight. Taking a drag, she relaxed a bit. She didn't like to be reminded of what she used to do. She wasn't a bad thief, far from it. One of her last hits were art thefts, something that required a lot of preparation and skill to pull off. And then she grew careless with the small stuff and tried to pickpocket a cop in civilian disguise. As soon as her hand went into his pocket, she had cuffs around her wrist.

"You wish you'd rather stuck your filthy hand to the toilet huh?" Diamond growled as she remembered his line. that bastard's satisfied smirk. Fortunately for her they had nothing else on her, and she only got few months. however, a few months in Althesian juvy are enough to make one certain they don't want to wind up in an Althesian prison.

Finishing up the cigarette, she flipped out her scroll and searched for their room. First floor, she could take a shortcut. After a while she found the correct window and used her semblance to summon a ladder for herself. Climbing up, she had a look at the window. Fortunately Beacon was located in nice, but older buildings, and it's security at least as far as the dorms were concerned were later addition. all she had to do was unlock the window - there were no alarms built into it. she wasn't bothered if a camera caught er - it was her room! and besides, she'd be doing the school a service pointing out a fault. she could get away with that if it even came to it.

Once more reaching below her hat, she took out a thin piece of shaped metal and slipped it between the halves of the window. When it reached far enough, she stepped on the ledge and dissolved the ladder. Instead she used her shadow to extend the metal tool to the handle on the inside. With a simple motion, the window opened and she crawled in. Just as she shut it behind her, the door opened for what she assumed was the rest of her team walking in. she turned around with a cheeky smile, giving them a wave of the hand.

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Gren had to hurry. He had made the snacks in record time, and wanted to get to the infirmary before his teammates were discharged. He carried a large box in one hand, and a bouquet of flowers in the other Rainflower, Marigolds, and Eglantine Roses. Perhaps a bit more self-loathing than Gren had hoped, but he wanted to show that he felt sorry for what had happened and wanted to show that he wanted the best from them all. But before he could enter the hospital he faced his worse enemy: doors. His hands were full and frankly, he was already a bit person. Squeezing through without damaging his cargo would be... Difficult. So he improvised, as he often does. Focusing his Semblance to his feet, Gren began to walk up the side of the hospital looking for an open window. More importantly he was looking for which floor Shiro and Sapphire were on.

And as luck would have it, Gren not only found the room which his teammate were in, but it also was at an open window. However he could sense the tension in the air and hear Sapphire's scathing words. Just as he feared, Sapphire was being a bitch. But Gren suppose she had her reasons, and would let her vent. At the very least he was going to go half-way to admit his guilt in this mess. Without a word Gren stepped into the room through the window, placing the box on a counter near by. "Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode."

Gren went to work quickly. After putting the flowers in a vase he opened one of the boxes which revealed a cake. He looked through the cabinets and found some plates napkins, and would use those as makeshift plates. He had brought plastic forks with him at least, and he began to cut the cake into equal length pieces for each of them. Gren served slices of cake for everyone sans himself, leaving his cut at the counter. "Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." After giving Abel his slice Gren went over to Kuhaku, who seem to be sadden. Gren smiled at him, which was a bit awkward considering that Gren looked like a monster. "Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." Gren noticed the torn IV needle embedded in Kuhaku's arm, also noting that Sapphire also had one. "Why do they always tear out the IV's?" After handing Kuhaku his slice of cake Gren went to their sole female of the team and currently the leader. "You have been chosen as our leader by the way. I look forward to working alongside you, Rode." Gren held out a slice of cake with a fork for Sapphire, sitting on napkin in his hand. The cake was about half the size of Gren's palm, and he had some very big hands.

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Oblivious to his comrades' feelings, Daniel picked a random bed by jumping into it head first, his face landing on a pillow. He then pushed himself off and positioned himself so that he was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. "I got dibs on this bed," Daniel said. The bed was definitely nice. His other bed at home was nowhere near as comfortable.

"You guys wanna come?" Robert asked. Daniel turned his head to look at Robert, then waved his hand dismissively and replied, "Nah man, I'm good. You go on and enjoy yourself." After the events in the forest, he wanted nothing more than to get some rest. Sure, he liked the excitement, but nothing was better than getting a nice nap after the excitement ended. Ahhh, bliss. He placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, and was starting to doze off when Priscilla asked, "How do you guys feel about Robert being the leader?" He cracked one eye open to look at them again. She then started rambling on, "I personally like the fact that he is the leader. Just because of himself having the leader look AND he did tell us what to do back in the fight. Also he has the whole nerdy leader look, so he is probably also the smartest out of us. Not saying that you guys are duuuumb. I'm just stating my facts. You guys?"

Daniel wasn't sure whether to feel insulted or not, but he was too tired to think about that. Instead, he said, "Ehhh, doesn't matter to me. Guess someone had to do it, and I'm sure glad it ain't me." He rolled over so he was facing away from the others and said, "I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me when it's time to eat or somethin'." With that said, he sighed and began to doze off again.

[User] Greyson sighed as he grabbed the bed by the door knowing if someone came in our not meant Greyson will play sentry most of the time. Greyson didn't like Daniel comment but Greyson wasn't going to call him on it so when Robert asked if they wanted to explore greyson decided "nah I'm good here in going to take a bath and relax a little while before I design my space" Then priccila asked both him and Daniel about what they think about Robert being leader and greyson shrugged "personally I wanted to be leader but Robert is a better choice I'd rather just think about being the strategist"

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While Abel knew he hadn't been heading into a friendly situation, he found more malice in Sapphire than he had thought. When she glared at him, scathing emerald green into azure blue, his own eyes lost their friendliness. He could feel his pride prickled, mirrored by a slight electric current that rushed through him, causing the hairs on his neck and arms to stand on end. For the love of pete, he had just been trying to be nice, and this girl seemed bent on hating him. Just as strong as his indignation was Abel's disbelief; this was the person that Ozpin thought capable of leading the team?

"Right then," he spat, circling over to a dark brown visitor's chair and plopping down. As he id so, he came within a couple feet of Sapphire, and undoubtedly his superior height wasn't lost on her. "Taking it back. Not glad at all." Though he badly wanted to expound on the subject, he managed to overcome his spike of anger in time to avoid snarling something that he might regret. Instead, he rested his head in his hand, leaning via his elbow on the arm of the chair. Forgotten was the girl's mention of Kuhaku's forgetfulness. As he attempted to relax, the hostility gradually left his face, becoming a sort of dejected grimace. Sapphire's seemingly unprovoked nastiness robbed him of all his thunder, his excitement at being a part of a real time. He just didn't know what to say.

Out of nowhere appeared Gren.

Abel might have jumped if he weren't so tired. He watched, completely engrossed, as Gren unpacked his strange assortment of items upon the counter, and start working on the cake. As the sweet aroma wafted through the air, Abel realized how hungry he was. He waved drily when Gren invited him to make himself comfortable, but bore him no ill will. He and the orc were perhaps the most alike out of any in the room, and not just because they were both more or less uninjured. With a thankful nod of his head Abel accepted the cake, and he began eating rather gravely, wordlessly appreciative that Gren had arrived to take control of the awkward situation. When the faunus offered a slice to Sapphire, Abel paused, half expecting to see her flip the gift onto the floor out of spite.


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Physical Form: Clotho is a foot taller than most men, with long arms and legs, and has a chitinous exoskeleton that is a dull brown-maroon in color. Four gossamer rounded wings, transparent green with orange edges, form into a cloak when not in use. Her shell forms into a barbaric-style armor around her shoulders, knees and thighs, gauntlets, and chest. Small spikes line many of the edges of her shell. Her face is crossed with seams, her nose is inhumanly sharp, and her wide mouth is lined with razor-sharp teeth. A shock of black hair more like spines protrudes from the top of her head. Additionally, her eyes are a bright, luminescent green, with layered pupil rings. Instead of hair, two membranous mini-wings protruding from her upper back form into a hood.

Abilities: Clotho's wings grant her the power of flight, which she can perform with almost ludicrous speed and agility. Her insect carapace functions like armor, affording her ample protections. Hidden inside her left forearm is the Stinger, which she can project from her palm for stabbing. The Stinger can inject a variety of toxins into a target, all of which are manufactured chemically within Clotho's own glands. Such toxins include 'poison', 'paralysis', 'mutation', 'subordination', 'blindness', and 'calcification'.

Cloth also has the ability to command bugs and parasites. Aside from conjuring flies, hornets, leeches, worms, and flesh-eating beetles, sometimes in vast swarms, she also controls her own minions in the form of Myrmidons, Lambent, and Antlions. These she orders around via chirp-calls, and she has no true leadership ability.

The true combat ability of Clotho, however, lies in her rapier. With a barbed tip, it can slide into flesh cleanly and eviscerate it on the way out. Its flexible blade allows Clotho to lash the tip around when fighting, cutting and gashing opponents as she opens them up for a thrust. Its deceptive deadliness, couple with Clotho's uncanny speed and notable strength, make it a lethal tool of destruction.

Personality: A certain conflict underlies Clotho's convincing exterior. Deep inside she is still Nona, confused and reticent and immature. This directly disparages with the aged experience of the that melded its soul with hers, whose bloodthirsty monstrosity has guided her thus far as a Keeper. The union of the two distinct spirits produced Clotho, a cunning, intelligent imperialist. Clotho is without conscious barring the distant, faint murmurs of the suppressed girl within her, and will kill without question, though good judgment keeps her from exercising this often. Though self-centered, she is more than willing to make alliances and deals for mutual gain, and will even adhere to them—an behavior unheard of among most such creatures.

Wants/Needs: Clotho lusts for power and control. She wants nothing more than to rise through the ranks of her master and become both his most powerful warrior and most trusted ally. Eventually, Clotho wishes to gain the ability to become a Dungeon Keeper herself, though she does not plan whatsoever on betraying her current master.

Relationships: None

Backstory: Clotho was once human, an urchin of Virens. This premier logging town, situated in the Oerwood Forest north of the Saploya river, was home to over two hundred thousand, but never truly to a girl called Nona. Surviving by her wits and her knack for finding odd jobs, she later became reliant on the family of Theo Rosenstern. Theo, playing the nobleman as well as the romantic, sought to feel better about his own clan's success and gain a girlfriend in the process by hanging out with Nona and helping her get by. Ever in need of aid, Nona accepted, forming an uneasy relationship with the boy while trying to make ends meet. From a young age, the Biomancer's Guild of Virens, responsible for the magical acceleration of conditioning of the city's saplings and crops, had fascinated her, but her own lowly beginnings and ineptitude for magic estranged her from the organization.

It was in this stagnation, during her nineteenth year of a woeful life, that a voice first reached out to her through her dreams. Its whispers, low and meaningless at first, grew in strength as she became more desperate, and finally its message became clear: journey into the jungle and find a special insect. After convincing Theo to accompany her, Nona left in the morning to pursue her dream. Hours later, she arrived in an unpeopled lumber camp miles from the city limits. Upon entering the shack at its center, she beheld a nasty-looking metallic green wasp confined in a jar. In a trance, she seized the jar -totally unresponsive to Theo's urges- and smashed it against the ground, freeing the wasp. Immediately it stung her, injecting into her the ancient soul of an insidious being of darkness—Kafka.
The two minds, girl and monster, melded, and in the process her own body transformed into its current state. Long before the modification finished, Theo took to his heels. That day, Clotho came to be.

From there she imposed herself on the forest, thinking to become a force of darkness. Though the self-appointed Vermin Queen stockpiled quite the retinue of mindless insectoid minions, and gave the nearby towns a great deal of trouble, she never quite lived up to the status of an evil overlord. After a botched attempt to obliterate her former hometown caused an army of avenging townsfolk to converge on her lair, she fled south until she happened to find one of the Overlord's bands. After wiping the plains with them, she sought the Overlord's dungeon, and pledged her service to him without question.

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Emily had spent the time since the attack on the Dwarven outpost mostly in the Mountians. She had learned the Dwarves used lava to fuel some of their forges, and that led to an exploration of the entire mountian network while there was a lull in Horde activity. She was so engrossed in this, that she was rarely at the lair, any almost always out. Never beyond contact, however. Even if Emily was to distracted to anwser, there was always one of the spirits in her mind that checked in, and maybe chatted a bit, if it was the Overseer, or the Kitsune.

But, when the day came, and the Master called all his servants to the Lair, Emily was errily quiet. She could not, in anyway, be contacted. Even the spirits had gone silent, and the entire thing was as if she had never existed, or simply dropped off the face of the world. It was uncertain if the Master would even notice this lack, she was after all just another face in the crowd. A cute, spell-slinging face, but a face none the less. It was not as if she was the most favoured of them all, or had really done anything to attract the Keeper's attention enough to be noticed immidiately when she was mysteriously absent.

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Torrens was not a big fan of downtime. Unlike most other beings, his strength decreases substantially over time, so if he were to just laze around the Dungeon for a week he would dwindle to little more than a small campfire. To keep that from happening, Torrens went on frequent forays out into the world, burning down entire forests just to keep his strength up. He even burnt down a couple of farms just for fun, although he avoided villages lest he draw unwanted attention to himself and by extension the Master.

The rest of his time he spent in the Dungeon. He socialised, chatting with the other champions, or at least those who were sociable in nature. He noticed that Emily was not in the Dungeon. He had also noticed a new being in the Dungeon, who could be a Rogue Being, except that this being who went by the name of Faeles tried to slink away from all contact and questioning. This was rather suspicious behaviour to Torrens. It was possible that this was just in Faeles' character, but Torrens was still suspicious of this entity. He also inspected the work of the Keeper and his newly summoned minions. This was a familiar scene now. As a veteran servant of Dungeon Keepers, Torrens knew that every serious Dungeon Keeper had to have an army, and until now Clotho had been more of an actual Keeper than the Master with her army of insectoids.

As soon as he first saw the winged vanguards, Torrens had been quick to scoop off a handful of that green flame which crawled over their hide. To his mild disappointment he noticed that it wasn't soulflame, but it was at least magical, which made it useful. After getting some more of it, by harvesting some and burning down half a forest with the stuff, Torrens took some time in his room behind the forge to experiment. The magic fire behaved much like normal fire, being hot and burning combustibles, but it was much more difficult to extinguish than typical fire, which is a standard trait of most magical fires. An additional benefit of magical fires is that they are much easier to manipulate into complex forms than normal fire. Back when he had possessed soulflame Torrens had been able to create fiery forms with complex behaviours, such as a decoy of himself, or homing fireballs. This stuff had none of those animated properties, but it still expanded his box of tricks substantially.

Then, finally, the Master called a meeting. Torrens listened intently to the speech. When time came to inspect the scrying spell, Torrens was easily able to get a front row view, since nobody would want to get into a shoving contest with someone who's a couple thousand of degrees. As the description of the plan fell into place around him his face lit up with glee. As the champions began to split up, Torrens advised them, "You understand what this means? If this warlord is an actual Dungeon Keeper, then if we strike at his Dungeon and destroy his Dungeon Heart this warlord will become practically powerless." Torrens gave a maniacal laugh of his own and left, heading to the gathering army and joining their ranks.

[Assistant]
Following the attack on the dwarven outpost, Clotho dwelt exclusively in the region of the dungeon converted into hive. The hatcheries worked around the clock of replenish and then surpass the raid's casualties, reinforcing the Overlord's army. Her alchemist worked to the best of his ability, aided by his assistant and even his captor, and in exchange for his labor enjoyed short hours and real food. When not overseeing her troops, practicing swordplay, or reading, Clotho experimented with new chemicals to try and tease a greater ability to manipulate life out of her stinger. One by one she incorporated new toxins, serums, and mutagens into her venom system, and just as quickly the flawed ones were expunged. Several of her insects gave samples for study, which Cloth broke down into their constituent components with acids before examining under a looking glass. Clotho's chief aim was to improve, be it her forces, her self, or her allies. The attitude of her alchemist and assistant gradually improved thanks to a steady dosage of special chemicals hidden in their food. Slight physical changes accompanied them, but they did not seem to notice. Progress was good.

The grotesque rituals occurring elsewhere did not phase her or her horde. Practically a dungeon in and of itself, the hive's activity continued until its queen was summoned. Upon hearing the call, Clotho flitted into the lab. "I am called for," she announced. "Proceed without me. By my estimation, we should be able to fabricate a type-IV mutagen this very day." She noticed with smug satisfaction that the assistant girl appeared to have unknowingly grown mandibles.

She zoomed into the gathering chamber and awaited the Overlord's appearance. To his announcements she listened attentively, believing his plan to crush both enemies to be plausible now that her own insect forces would be bolstered by the ranks of demonic warriors newly summoned. Dutifully she hovered above his scrying spell, examining in only a few seconds the significance of the image shown to her. All the while, she considered all she knew of ogres. Unlike the orcs, blindly aggressive and strong, and the trolls, renowned for their ability to wreck havoc not only physically but psychologically, the ogres always struck her as a surprisingly complex breed. Each individual had layers, the first one most often that of a brainless brute. An ogre as the commander of a rival horde of evil did not bode well in her mind.

Scheming and strategizing already, Clotho made a beeline back to her hive to begin preparations.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific.

This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings.

Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged.

Joyous Guard
Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance
B. Lloyd #8 of 7

An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted.

Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings.

Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration.
Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable).

Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'.

Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura.

Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards?

This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on.

Color: Steel Gray

Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device.

Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.

[User]
Lauren wasn't sure whether it was a commendation of her quick thinking around the survivors or Ben's way of keeping her out of danger. Cap had to know she was the best on the team at that kind of range, and her Semblance practically eschewed Grimm attraction. What was Desire going to be able to do with Unchained Fury, short of lasso any wounded, delirious survivors around?

She took a deep breath and smiled at the man she'd been tending to.

Made sense, tactically. Leaving Amy and Sangue together with the survivors would leave them both looking to the other for direction. Lauren provided a good commanding presence; she practically spoke for Ben whenever he wasn't around, and sometimes when he was. The two halves of the team could keep each other on lock.

Didn't mean she had to love the hell out of it. But she could let it roll off her shoulders.

"Take care, babe."

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

The half-corpses of the Dodici thugs proved little resistance as Gratia loaded them into the back of the SUV.

Bianca couldn't help but allow her smile to betray her. Gratia and Bianca didn't go shopping together. While she knew they weren't exactly going to be hitting up the latest in Mistralian fashion – she was still excited. She didn't say anything as Gratia loaded in the Dodici instead just waiting for her friend to rejoin her in the SUV and take her wherever they were going to go. She attempted to lick her cracked lips in order to offset how dry they were but it barely helped.

Looking down at herself she couldn't help but laugh. She was wearing a suit nearly five sizes too big and she just ached she was officially a hot mess. She absentmindedly rubbed the base of her wings as they were forced to spread out in the chair. She winced everytime her fingers traced the indents of the chains that had held her up for so many hours. She felt a small tear escape her eyes as she hurriedly swiped at it.

God damn it Bianca, Gratia doesn't need your shit

She did everything in her power to hold in her tears as she awaited her friend in the front seat.

VGNB – A nice Breeze

The Dodici Scion – after some time didn't seem to be waking up. He stirred every once in a while but consciousness seemed out of the old man's grasp. Beryl and Vega could clearly see the rest of the building. It still looked rather calm, no alarms had been pulled but Gratia and Napoli both seemed to be on their own and still separated.

Where and how they decided to go next would be their call.


[System]
Guerra

"Ever heard of that saying: 'mess with the bull, you get the horns?' Yeah, well I'm the bull, and my horns are made of fire."

Vitals
Title: Reaper of War

Age: 32

Sex: Male

Date of birth: 17th March, 1983

Lineage: -

Class/Major: Tank

Class/Minor: Support

Occupation: Reaper

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Marital Status: Married, three children

Birthplace: San Jose, California

Blood Type: O+

Eye Color: Wholly crimson red, glowing and flickering with an unnatural fire. Occasionally sparks fly from the corners of his eyes.

Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 185 lbs

Hair Color/Style: Medium length, longer fringe, light brown.

General Appearance: His build is muscular, strong and typical of a man his size. His usual combat gear is his combat vest, desert beige fatigues, combat boots and a tan scarf/neck protector. When not in combat gear, Luis is commonly dressed in a tee shirt of any design he chooses, blue jeans and sneakers, with a gold chain around his neck.

Skin Tone/Condition: Slate grey, dark and riddled with cracks. A deep red and orange light emanates from these cracks, as if the man's body is only a shell around a raging fire within.

Markings: -

Combat Stats

Dominant Hand: Left

Equipment:

-Upper Body:
* Hellfire Armour - once thought to be a standard US-issue ballistic vest with plating, the body armour has since morphed into a fiery, ashen armoured regenerative vest, a mere visage of what it once was. It protects against most medium calibre bullets, but has a harder time stopping higher powered projectiles.

-Lower Body:
* Boots of Flame - these special combat boots are part of Luis' Flame Boost power; their soles easily combust and break away to allow his flame jets to burst forth. They also regenerate nearly instantly, but do little else.

Weapons
* Cuarenta (Forty)- What was once an M249 SAW is now a fire-spitting beast of death. Drawing upon daemonic powers, the machine gun's magazine no longer requires bullets, instead spitting a constant stream of hellfire bolts at Luis' enemies.
* Ira (Anger) - This Benelli M1014 shotgun is no longer a shotgun. It instead is an agony launcher, firing explosive shot or depositing pellets of distilled pain and fury into enemies, turning them into mindless killing machines that cannot tell friend from foe.
* Desierto (Desert) - What used to be an IMI Desert Eagle is now a heat-seeking bolt thrower. The bolts from this unholy pistol release ungodly amounts of heat when fired, drying up plant life, dirt or soil, superheating liquids, metals and solid structures and weakening them.
* Spada (Sword)- Luis' machete has been given a brain and a pair of eyes and a mouth, and now this foul blade reaps death in the battlefield, its bloodlust and power growing with each kill.

Abilities
* Super enhanced strength, endurance and stamina to nearly superhero levels.
* Enhanced speed and reflexes.

Magic
* Fire Form - By breaking free of his ashen flesh shell, Sanchez is able to turn his whole body and kit into an unstoppable raging fire, capable of swarming and engulfing small to medium-sized structures and turning everything into ash. Standing still and within his ashen shell, Fire Form renders him impervious to most basic projectile, penetrating or wounding attacks. When not in this form, he is mostly human. Sustaining Fire Form requires stamina, and though Sanchez is high on that, it's not infinite.
* Ashen Flesh - What encloses his heart of hellfire, Ashen Flesh is a passive magic that overtook Luis' entire body upon his death and resurrection. It converts his skin, muscle and bone into a hard, dense ash that protects his innards. This ash isn't impervious to his own internal fires; the light and bursts of flame that emanate from the tiny cracks within the ash are what enhances his aesthetic. The ash is strong enough to withstand basic non-powered attacks from any type of melee weapon, though not tough enough to withstand either powered attacks or bullets. Other projectile attacks that are magical, not gunpowder-powered, are dissipated or absorbed, unless the power levels are too high. It all depends.
* Flame Boost - By breaking holes in the soles of his feet, Luis is able to blow out jet streams of fire out his legs and effectively boost around like Iron Man. Flame Boost renders Luis capable of short-distance, sustainable flight, or long-distance ground travel.
* Unkillable - Being made of unquenchable fire means that Luis effectively cannot die, though like Cho before him, being injured greviously or to the point of death means that he has to spend a long period of time slowly regenerating his body and rekindling his flames.

Bio
Voice: Hard, crackly, as if he was talking through a fire.

Personality: Sanchez is very up-front, gung-ho and boisterous. Most that are asked to describe him say that he laughs in the face of danger, and most times it shows.

Backstory: Sanchez was a full blooded Spanish-American, born and raised in San Jose on the west coast. Not long after he hit the right age, he immediately requested to sign on with the army. After his basics, he was placed within an infantry battalion, one that was posted to fight the War on Terror. This was in 2003.

In 2006, his platoon came under fire from an enemy machine gun emplacement inside a building. Trapped across a road from the rest of his section, Sanchez took it upon himself to free the rest of his comrades from the suppression of hot lead. With only his LMG and shotgun, he charged at the building in question, daring and taunting the insurgents within to kill him. They put up a fight, but Sanchez beat them back, forcing the gunner away from his position by firing back. With his bravery and confidence under fire, it was then that Delta Force took notice.

Two years later, in 2008, Sanchez was part of a Delta Force squad that single-handedly took down a terror cell hiding in a remote desert base on the outskirts of Cairo. On their way home though, they were ambushed by insurgent raiders and subsequently trapped in an abandoned town. It was there that he and his squad fought not only insurgents, but something else entirely. Something not quite human.

The dark skinned, robotic humanoid that greeted their squad wiped out the insurgents in a fit of rage, then turned on the four operators with a fire unmatched by anything they'd ever seen before. The team was killed, one by one, until Sanchez was the only one alive. The man was burned to a cinder by his opponent's magical fire, left as a husk on the battlefield next to the corpses of his friends.

Thus the Darkness chose him to bear an eternal fire and turned him into the Reaper of War.

Just as in life, when a courageous fire burned within his heart that could not be quenched, so too in death he was given a fire, a flame that consumed his entire inner being and set him ablaze in a furious inferno.

When he awoke, he found his skin like hard ash, his flesh like cinders and his inner body a raging fire. His weapons were possessed by daemons, and yet they were strangely friendly with them.

And, in front of him, stood another man. A man made of shadow.

A friend.

A Reaper.

OthersDaemons
Much like Cho before him, Luis was bonded to four daemons after his experience with death. However, in accordance to the way he died, the daemons he was bonded with are vastly different to the ones Cho travels with.

Cuarenta
Cuarenta, or Ren for short, is a fire daemon. She resides in Luis' machine gun and, like Tac, is considered the de factor 'leader' amongst the four daemons with Luis. Her gentle and often understanding nature belies the cruelty and ruthlessness of her daemonic fire.

As Renny is a fire daemon, her powers and skillset are mainly devoted to fire; either causing it, spreading it, or imbuing it into his weapons and body.

Ira
Ira is a rage daemon, and he resides in Luis' shotgun. The youngest of the four, he doesn't let his inexperience stop him from unleashing fiery anger and unholy rage upon Luis' enemies.

Ira's skills and powerset passively augment Luis' combat and endurance abilities, bestowing upon him godly levels of endurance, healing and stamina, while enhancing his natural strength and speed.

Desierto
Desierto, or Des for short, is a heat daemon, and the main difference between her and Ren is that while Ren produces and manipulates fire, Des can make and manipulate heat. She resides within Luis' pistol, and she is commonly used as a precursor for stronger attacks from his other weapons. Though her usefulness is limited, it doesn't stop her from trying to be the best she can be.

With aggressive heat as the basis for her skill and powersets, Des is most often used as a combat starter, prepping the battlefield and targets so that his other weapons have the most effect when they come into play.

Spada
Spada is the oldest daemon of the lot, and is an elite daemon fighter and warrior. While he doesn't have any special abilities, he makes up for it by being Luis' main source of combat smarts in the field, guiding the one-man wrecking crew along when he's busy being an unstoppable killing machine. He resides within his machete, and is most at ease in the heat of battle.

Spada's entire skill and moveset rely upon Luis' instincts and close-quarters combat abilities. By constantly observing and analysing a fight or combat, he is able to give consistent, good advice, as well as being able to make any bladed attacks home in slightly on their target.

[User]
Observation was a key element to defeating an opponent. Drall watched the Large man wearing combat gear eat a hotdog and sit on a bench. He watched the man incinerate a wrapper in his hands, watched him talk to his weapon, observed how he moved. Finally as the man was in conversation Drall decided to make his move. He was in front of the man, though his opponent would be unlikely to notice seeing as Drall was inside the building opposite the street, and his opponent didn't seem to focused on locating him. Honestly he had never understood why all these people expected a straight up fight in the first place, it wasn't like he was going to parade around with a sign over his head.

Leveling his G3 Drall aimed and slowly released his breath. As the crosshairs centered directly between the other man's eyes Drall squeezed the trigger. A resounding gunshot went off as Drall's rifle kicked and the round tore through the window leaving a hole as it rocketed towards the other man's unprotected head.

[Assistant]
"Up high!"

As the crack echoed through the intersection Luis leaned to the right, letting the bullet whizz by the side of his head to bury itself in the sidewalk behind him. As civilians began running and screaming like the panicked lemmings they were, he stood, fire and smoke erupting from the gash in his cheek where the bullet had grazed him.

"That shot came from the building across from you. Up high, probably fourth or fifth floor."

"Got it."

He quickly scanned the office building immediately ahead of him, quickly locating the only pane of glass with a neat little hole in it. He raised his machine gun up at the window and cocked it nice and loud, before pulling a slip of paper from his pocket and reading aloud from it, yelling so his adversary could hear him.

"Marcus Kaizer! You are wanted by the Federation of Kremainn for general violence against its employees, killing several senior members of their research staff and...pirating their copyrighted software and distributing it on the Ethernet? Really? Dude that's so lame! The piracy part, not the killing part!"

Luis crumpled the paper and burnt it as he leveled his machine gun at where he knew the shooter was laid out.

"Anyway, my contract says dead or alive, so I'm just going to assume dead is the better option, but just in case, I'm gonna give you five seconds to surrender! Five!"

"This is not going to work."

"Four! Hush Renny he's going down one way or another."

From his back, his shotgun piped up. He felt the angry young daemon bounce gently against his back as he woke up to the sounds of yelling, screaming and general mayhem.

"Huh wha? What's going on?"

"We're on a bounty run, Ira. Three!"

"A bounty? Where! Where! Lemme at him!"

All that bouncing around woke up the rest of his weapons. His machete and pistol both rumbled into life as he remained focused on the window.

"What's going on? What's with all the yelling?"

"We're on a mission again, looks like."

"Shut up guys you'll ruin the tough guy thing I got going. Two!"

"Just shut up and shoot him already!"
"Guys everyone calm down just let Luis do his thing okay -"
"You have the upper hand Luis don't let your opponent take that away from you -"
"Fellas give him time to think -"

"You know what fuck this."

He squeezed Ren's trigger and unleashed a volley of fire at the office building. The bolts of pure hellfire that the machine gun spat were not as accurate, but there were so many of them it'd be just about certain death if his adversary did not move.

[User] The other man brought the machine gun up, then started talking? Drall thought he heard his real name, but nonetheless the man continued to talk. Before he could even finish his little speech Drall zeroed the sights on his center mass and rapidly sent seven rounds from his magazine downrange.

[Assistant]
As the bullets tore through his body he staggered, getting pushed back slightly from the force of the rounds impacting his chest. Without thinking he immediately flashed his body into fire, exploding in a red hot inferno as he quickly converted his sustained wounds into fire that burned strong and hot. Then, as quickly as he had exploded from his ashen flesh, he reformed himself, his flesh forming back and cracking under the intense heat contained within.

"Hijo de puta."

He ran straight at the offending office building and burst into flames, blasting straight up towards the fifth floor in a raging inferno. As he broke through the windows, he reformed himself and raised his machine gun, squeezing the trigger and laying down a field of fire upon his adversary.


[System]
"I am the shield that which the enemies of the Emperor break themselves upon."
"Heretics crave the cleansing fire of absolution. They need not fear for we shall deliver."
Age:

Thirty

Gender:

Female

Personality:

As a member of the Adepta Sororitas, Andromedai has a will of iron that is matched by her steadfast determination to thoroughly eliminate all hostiles that threaten the Imperium of Man and The God Emperor. Some call her reckless, but in truth she carefully plans out each of her actions before swiftly putting them into motion, there is no room for mistakes upon the battlefield. When serving along her own kind, she is selfless and honorable. She will assist those who are in need the most, if appropriate. At times, she can be unpredictable, using her creativity to overcome whatever challenges that are tossed her way. Very rarely, some of her past life will show through her personality, showing the humanity that still remains buried behind her intense training and brain-washing she endured over many years.

Former Occupation:

Ophelian Celestian for the Order of the Argent Shroud.

Equipment:

Armor: Full suit of Celestian Power Armour with Order of the Argent Shrouds shading and emblem.

Primary Weapon: Astartes Mark Vb Godwyn Pattern Bolter - [Modified for increased range, stability and accuracy. Attached to the bottom of the weapon is an automatic shotgun device used for close combat scenarios.]

Secondary Weapon: [None so far.]

Melee Weapon: Chainsowrd

Accessory 1: Krak Grenades

Accessory 2: Melta-Bomb

Accessory 3: Rosarius

Acessory 4: Librium/Tome.

Medical Equipment.

[Has been seen operating with a Mk IV Arkhan Rifle in the past.]

Notable Events:

The Obsidian incursion:

A few months after being assigned to the Order of the Argent Shroud, Andromedai was stationed upon the Shrine world of Erathell to help protect a number of Important Temples and Shrines dedicated to the God-Emperor of Mankind. While she preferred a combat role, guarding such holy sites was also a critical role she was honored to hold. Many months passed in calm before the Slaanesh devoted forces of Chaos invaded, bringing a wave of death and destruction to all that they touched. Due to where they had started their invasion, Andromedai was one of the first to throw herself into Erathells defense. Alongside her fellow Sisters of Battle, they pushed back against the chaos forces over two days of non-stop fighting. The records for the battle indicate that not a single Adepta Sororitas had been lost, through the forces that had invaded the world had been completely irradiated. This was the first world invasion that Andromedai had been part of, from it she had learned many useful skills and had gathered much information about the enemy that would help her through many other battles in the future.

The Assault of Dalenarth:

Andromedai and her fellow Sisters of Battle fought alongside the fabled Space Marines in a war called the Assault of Dalenarth. A large number of Tau forces had been spotted in the Hawkings cluster but vanished from all sight, seemingly to vanish in the depths of the galaxy. When further investigation into the Hawkings cluster was issued, a large base was found to have been established upon an abandoned War world, hiding amongst the rubble. Swiftly and to the letter, the threat was analyzed and considered to be grave, if not completely annihilated. Their numbers were massive and thus both the Sisters of Battle and the Space Marines were sent to deal with the threat. As soon as they arrived, war had broken out and casualties on all sides were counted but never admitted to. Working alongside a Space Marines for the first time, she witnessed the combined strength of their forces. Eventually when Andromedai found herself alongside a single Space marine in the depths of the Tau base, the two of them burned through the hostile forces together, finely eliminating the Tau commander who had organized the whole mission. Both of them were recognized for their acts during the war that lasted two weeks.

The Slaughter at Mobius:

The Slaughter upon the desert world of Mobius is a failed assignment that not many members of the Imperium of man know about. Andromedai had been asked to lead fifteen Sisters of Battle to a small civilized world that had been also called a desert world due to its arid and barren landscapes. Why the Imperium of man had decided to place a colony here was beyond Andromedai she had her orders to investigate a destress signal. When they landed upon the planet, what they found was much more horrific than what was expected. The colony had been completely destroyed, leaving little to no sign of. Further investigation resulted in stirring up something that laid below the sands.

The colony had foolishly built their city on top of a forbidden world, unknown of the dangers that laid below it. They had awoken a small group of hideous xenos known as Tyranids. There had been no way to tell if the distress signal was a trap or not, but what they did know is that all the occupants of the city had died seemingly overnight. The corpses that still remained were fresh, it was very likely the hostiles were still close by. Quickly, Andromdai sent out a message for immediate evacuation and recommended exterminates to quell the threat of the hive. The order would be given to destroy the planetary biosphere and all life upon the world once she had her troops were evacuated.

The pilot informed them that she would be at their location in sixty seconds. Those sixty seconds proved to be the worst she had experienced upon any planet or any battle since she had seen combat. The ground broke apart in the distance and from it came the Xeno horrors that had wiped the colony clean. Almost every round and explosive that the group had was expelled before the drop ship arrived, strafing the area then quickly landing almost on top of the Sisters of Battle. To her surprise, every member of her squad made it onto the drop ship, allowing herself to be the last to board. When she did though, she felt numerous rounds from the Tyranid weapons travel through random parts of her body.

The wounds she sustained were incredibly painful, severe and life threatening but with great will and determination she pushed herself part way into the drop ship. The two medics from her squad helped pull her into the ship just as the doors were closing. Within moments, they were a safe distance away from the planet and were now heading back to the fleet where the wounded would be tended to. As they did though, they witnessed the order for the exterminates being carried out in full, a magnificent but also horrifying spectacle to witness.

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Ansgar had not a chance to act on the actual orders that the Sister gave, watching with a rather even expression, hidden as it was beneath the gasmask, as the warping psyker kicked the doors open and stormed out. Considering those had been cargo doors, that was a kind of impressive feat of strength. Watching her march out, he felt that familiar stillness of air that made him scowl. Great, more warp trickery, the Grenadier thought to himself, glancing at the others of the group, and to the ladder that the one Sister, Solares, was taking towards the roof. So be it, it would likely be best to provide explosive support from the roof. Short of using one of the anti armor rounds, he would do little to no damage to the Rhino outside the paint job and decorative bits. He never understood decorative bits, it just made the things bigger targets really. However, he had to act now, since the psyker was sitting out there, yelling and proclaiming doom on the civilians. He frankly was surprised they hadn't already opened fire. They likely had nothing to lose, so why not try their luck? It made digging survivors out of strong points such a high cost operation, they had nothing to lose, and nowhere to run. She might scare them off now, but it would be a problem later.

"Heading for the roof, providing covering fire from there, ma'am." With that, he made a hard sprint for the ladder, hauling himself up several rungs at a time, showing off the conditioning needed to haul all his gear around when on the march. Or when acting as engineering support for his Grenadier comrades. However, as he hauled himself upwards, he had to consider the situation at hand. Raining grenades down on the hostiles would do nicely, but if he weren't with the Inquisition, well, it would be far less pleasant answering to why he had slaughtered civilians. Sure, once it was proven that they were revolting, it wouldn't be a problem, but until then, it would be irritating. Inquisitorial authority might make things easier, sure as sure. Once he hauled himself onto the roof, he scanned briefly to see if he spotted Solares before moving into position and overwatching the courtyard, barely able to see the psyker, and trained the grenade launcher on the mob. They make a hostile move, and several impact frags would make things a rather messy situation for them.

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'God damned braindead moron...' Vala thought as Adrianne stormed outside in the loudest and most showly manner possible. That woman was a complete pest... believing herself to be indestructible just cause she wielded parts of the warp. That just made her even more of an annoyance really, besides there was just as good chance she'd make a mistake on day and self destruct, a feat that Vala would actually pay to see.

 Without losing any more time, Vala rushed to the 'opened' door and took a look outside only to witness even more of the psyker's nonsense. Now she was sure. SOMEONE HAD TO BEAT THIS MORON SENSLESS TO BRING SOME LOGIC AND THOUGHTS INTO HER BLOODY EMPTY HEAD! For now the mercenary took a position by the door on the inside, making herself easily able to look and shoot outside while using the wall for cover. She knew they'd have support from the above which basically meant they didn't really have to bother with this fight as much, but she didn't want a single mistake to be her end...

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Herold ignored the fact Solares gave a thumbs up to Angsar and not him, despite having the same weapon. It was the Trooper's idea after all. Being an Arbites was nothing if not a thankless job, and it seemed he'd need to perform that job again just now. Armed Civilians were the most basic thing he needed to handle on a planet, and he had dealt with such problems many times before.

The Arbites watched as Adrianne kicked the Cargo doors open, and knew she had to have used some of her Psyker abilities to help, which helped him see the use of using such energy. Still, her semi-heretical powers and obvious lunacy had him nearly wanting to aim at her back just as much as the crowd of rioters. He decided against it though, not wishing to harm an ally of the Imperial Inquisition.

Briefly, he overviewed the tactical layout of where they were. The Trooper had gone up top, and the two women were down below with him. With the Grenade Launcher above, and both ground companions having formidable weapons, and one was clearly a competent Psyker, he doubted that there would be many civilian's left if Herold's companions open fired. So he decided to strap the Grenade Launcher to his back and retrieve his Shock Maul and Hydraphur Pattern Suppression Shield. He would take out any rioters that made it close, while simultaneously being near impervious to the wild, panicked shots that would soon follow when this crowd lost control of themselves.

His face grim and hard set, the Arbites planted himself to the right of the Psyker, shield and Maul hefted. "Cease and desist citizens." He said, his gravelly voice as intimidating as his visage.

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The loud crack of the two warehouse doors being kicked open drew the rioter's attention away from the Rhino they were trying to break into and onto the man and woman that now appeared before them. It was clear that they were quite well armed and one of them even appeared to be a psyker. There was a short moment of discontent among the mob once both Adrianne and Herold had issued their warnings, but men are not easily swayed from a goal they believe in, or what they are told is a righteous cause.

One of the rioters yelled out in defiance to both of them, mocking their foolishness to follow the false emperor. "We have been gifted the strength to fight against the heretics of the false emperor, not even your guardsmen posed a threat to us. You two are the ones that should be laying down your weapons and handing yourself over to us. Our new Emperor will welcome you with open arms, he shall lead us through the stars on a glorious conquest to wipe out all those unworthy. Give in to chaos and be reborn anew!" Something pushed back against Adrainnes own powers, an uncomfortable wave of energy and presence that made all besides the rioters feel disturbed.

On top of the warehouse where both Solares and Ansgar were observing the rioters below, a low rumble could be heard. Solares glanced over at Ansgar and nodded her head at him once, "I've heard enough of this heresy." Stepping forward and off of the top of the warehouse, she used her jump-pack to slam herself into the ground feet first, creating a shockwave and a large cloud of debris that formed around the area. She had aimed to land on top of the most condensed area of the rioters, resulting in a grotesque shower of viscera and a cloud of crimson mist. There was no time to waste, as soon as she hit the ground, Solares had opened fire with both of her heavily modified auto pistols.

If anyone could have seen Solares's facial expression under her helmet, they would have seen joy mixed with the fury she unleashed upon the heretics around her. Through the clouds of smoke, bright flashes of light could be seen as loud gunfire echoed through the streets.

"Engage at will!" Celestian Andromedai yelled into her microphone over the pandemonium that erupted outside of the warehouse. She quickly made her way into the street and opened fire upon the rioters, it was clear though that these were the cultists they were looking for. Aiming down her sight, the heavily modified bolter that she used fired over and over again, hitting her targets dead center or in a critical area.

"Psyker Adrainne, do not use any area of effect abilities that could put us in danger, be wise with your attacks." Celestian Andromedai was concerned about a repeat of what happened with Adrianne in a museum upon a pleasure world many years ago. The thoughts of that day had stayed with her, teaching her many valuable lessons.


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Age: 14
Element: Wind
Appearance:

Personality:
A bumbling, airheaded girl who always seems to have her mind somewhere else. She excessively wonders about all sorts of things and is prone to mindless wandering, often finding herself somewhere with no idea of how she got there. If she manages to keep herself focused, she's actually very knowledgeable.

She can be a good friend as long as you don't mind if she skips a beat or two of the conversation.

History:
The Andors have been scientists and scholars for generations. Lyra's father is a mathematician, and he had taught her the intricacies of numbers and logic since she was young. Lyra's mother--who named her after a constellation--is an astronomer, and has impressed on her a sense of wonder for the universe.

At a young age, Lyra seemed keen to devour her family's scholarly knowledge, but somehow she was also easily drawn to music. When she was seven years old, in an act of confidence that surprised everyone, little Lyra declared that she wanted to be a musician, not a scientist like her parents.

It was a family friend who first noticed that her affinity for music might not be superficial. He was studying the elements in secret, and found out that Lyra has a grasp on the element in which music flows: air. When he told her parents about this fact, they were less than thrilled. The magic of the elements, after all, seems so far removed from their logical sciences.

The same family friend suggested that Lyra be sent to the Elemental Academy, where she could learn about her power in peace without frustrating her parents. They still love her, but agreed that it was for the best, and sent her off.

Equipment: She plays the trumpet and the violin. She might absent-mindedly carry either of them around.

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Amelia Lycrosse

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"Yes, it's called steampunk." Amelia watched Jideh get up, kneel next to her, and peer at the flower behind her. "They probably do, Jideh. Do you think we should just eat back at the suite? I mean, I'm really enjoying dinner with you, but exams are on Sunday and- uh," Amelia cast her gaze down at the table,"I haven't studied," she whispered. Her face flushed bright red at the prospect that she might not study, but also somehow because Jideh was there. She decided that it must just be hot in the restaurant, as Jideh had already taken off his jacket and ws also flushing a bit. Amelia expected perfection of herself, and so the concept that one wouldn't study before exams, even if one didn't need to, was completely and utterly foreign. "I mean, I don't- I don't really need to study, if-if you wanted to, you know stay. I do. That is, I want to stay." Goodness Amelia, get control of that stutter, her brain was informing her. But her tongue didn't want to. You most certainly may not have a crush on your roommate, was the other thing her brain was informing her of, which Amelia thought reasonable for the most part, but also didn't think was entirely untrue.

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Dia

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Dia sighed, wrapping her arms around Felix's chest.
"Yeah...I guess that makes sense..." she mumbled, wiping her eyes on her shoulder. "I just wish I was making more prog..." she trailed off as her mind caught up to her body, blinking in surprise as her face flushed a deep crimson, Dia looked down at the hands on her hips. Biting her lip, she shook her head quickly as her heart beat faster.

Before she could stop herself, Dia had landed a deep kiss, her hands running through Felix's hair.

Several moments passed in that embrace, Dia's normally cold aura kicking up colder and colder.

It was when the lightbulb shattered that she jumped, falling off the bed, and realized what she was doing.

She tried several stuttering attempts at speech before huffing and throwing herself down in a mock tantrum, laying flat on floor and looking at the ceiling.

"D-dont d-do th-that." She muttered, partially to Felix, her power, and herself.

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Jeremy was lost.

This was a weird, new feeling for the excitable boy, as he tended to have a pretty good sense of direction most of the time, being able to make his way around his home town, which was only about thirty kilometres from where e was standing, with enough ease that some of his friends had begun to accuse him of teleportation. He wasn't the kind of kid to get lost. If anything, he was the one getting others lost when they tried to follow him!

Now though, he was at the Academy, the place he'd been looking forward to for most of his life, and he was lost in a maze of streets and alleys. Somehow, even with all the stories his parents had told him, he couldn't manage to find his way around.

And this was even with him trying to follow the streets towards the massive tower looming above everything!

Eventually, he made it to the tower properly, although it had taken about an hour! Still though, it was really beginning to hit him. After fifteen years of waiting, he had finally made it!

Taking a deep breath of anticipation, he stepped into the tower, doing his best to stop his excitement from taking over.

And then he chuckled lightly, before throwing his arms up into the air with a loud shout of exhilaration.

"I DID IT!"

Well, it looked like he hasn't quite succeeded in keeping his excitement under control, but he honestly didn't care. He vaguely registered the stares from a few students as he ran happily around the room, quickly finding the stairs and sprinting up them, still giggling like an idiot.

"I wonder what my roomie will be like?" He laughed to himself as he ran.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what the point of running up the tower was apart from simple exploration. Still, he was sure that a student or teacher or something would eventually stop him, and then he could just ask them what he was meant to do!

Yep, that was a good enough plan. Definitely.

"This is gonna be the best!" He shouted, startling a couple of nearby students.

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Freya

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I'm sorry ma'am, but you would have to wait just a wee bit longer. The administration is still fixing up your room assignment and that may take an hour or more, so please use this time to explore the academy. If you'd like, you can leave your belongings here as you wander the campus. You might find that the school has a lot of surprises just waiting to be found.

Those were the words Ms. Lobbyist said to Freya just a couple of moments ago. "Yeah, I can do that", Freya mumbled as she made her way outside, "Give me one whole year and I can confidently say I've mapped this entire place out."

Not that she's being too extreme, but this place is very huge. She's pretty sure everything as far as your eyes can see is the school's property. She has seen a lot of schools online that boast on how grand and majestic their campuses are, but this academy definitely takes the cake.

After walking for a couple of minutes, she remembered the perfect way to spend the time. She pulled out her phone and earphones and listened to Alessia Cara's "Seventeen"; she loves that girl so much. She concentrated and eventually sparks flew out of her hands. Other people call them sparks, she calls them baby fireworks even though they're just pure light and have no fire. The baby fireworks leave a trail as she waves her hands around which is perfect 'cause as far as she knew, she always wanted to be a human sparkler.

Now that Freya thought about it, she might look downright weird to anyone because she looks like a walking fireworks dispenser. She just laughed because she really just craves attention. Back at her past schools, she was given some weird looks here and there but didn't get any serious case of bullying. Guess being the daughter of a megastar does has its perks.

She doesn't see any people while looking around. Perfect, Freya thought. She rubbed her hands together and cartwheeled for dear life. Man, to be able to do anything out in public really works wonders for her shy self-esteem! For the next couple of minutes, she can pick her nose, scratch her butt, and daydream without anybody judging her! She sighed, life is good.

Eventually, even a bundle of energy such as herself gets tired too. Thankfully, she can see a bench that's just a couple of steps away when she listened to the next song on her playlist. Freya's eyes widened when she learned what it is: Beyonce's "Countdown".

Yep. From a walking human sparkler, she became a dancing human sparkler. She's pretty sure she's going to be hella tired later but actually, she's just too happy to even care.

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Drow

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Mountainside

(Sorry for short post)

The boy was helped up by the two other students that were there. Drow was glad to see that they got along so well. It didn't appear she herself was all that wanted here however when the two students that were helping the boy got up and headed off to god knows where. Drow frowned for a a moment thinking about what she had done to scare them away like this. Drow gave a short bow in return to say them goodbye and saw them off before turning back around to Alex.

The boy gave answere to the question about if he was fine. He said he wasn't hurt and didn't look hurt either so she was relieved to see and to know he was fine by flashing a kind brief smile his way. Drow turned the front of the notepad back at her face to write something else to the boy, then pen was quickly clicking its way over the paper before she turned it back to Alex his way again with a stretched out arm. Drow he writing was fairly detailed and tidy so anyone would be able to decipher it.

'I am a new teacher here this year, my name is Drow Winterfield and I am looking for students willing to join extra lessons if they feel behind or want to step up their game. You don't have to join but if you do want to join you can always leave later.'

The words sounded kind but Drow did not display much else then a blank glare at the boy. There was even a smiley drawn at the bottom yet it did not seem like Drow had drawn it.

'My element is lightning just like yours so I can give you some advice if you show me what you can do with what you have learned or if you have any seperate questions. I'm always willing to listen so don't be shy when you actually have a question.'

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Algorithm
Three months had passed ever since Kanako had her one-on-one session with Catherine, and ever since, she had improved at her ability to manipulate wind, thanks to her teachings. Her major weakness was her ability to stay calm at all times, to keep her breathing even. She had gotten better at fixing it, though still far from perfect. Through these three months, she had a couple of other shameful events happening to her, mostly thanks to her short skirt. Nothing on the level of losing your skirt in front of a teacher thought, thankfully for her. She had learned not to accuse any boys who happened to catch a glimpse of her panties as perverts, since it could be an honest accident. Catherine always said to keep an open mind after all. Unfortunately, she still couldn't keep herself from being embarrassed and angry.

Hmm, why don't she just wear pants, you might ask? Well, she once wore them to class but it shamefully ripped right when she bent over in front of the class to pick up a fallen marker. She suspected that some pervert with a good ability to manipulate wind did it since there were many other times where her skirt would just fly up on her own. If she wore a skirt, she could counter it immediately with her own wind manipulation while there would be nothing she could do with a pair of ripped pants.

She continued her one-on-one training with Catherine, making her have more and more respect for the teacher. Her teaching wasn't just good, she was also a really good wind elementalist. She had sneakily tried to lift the hem of her skirt with her wind a couple of times, but every time her wind was nullified before it could even touch the fabric. She guessed this was what Catherine meant by having awareness of the air around you. Oh how she wished her control was as good as her.

And today, they would have their first test from the Headmaster, whatever that would be. She felt confident with her ability however. Whatever he would send at them, she should be able to handle it.

Time to prove the fruits of my training with Miss Catherine!