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<|description|>Jacob Demorri
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Around 6' 1', while Jacob certainly isn't very strong his frame suggests it, being fairly broad shouldered and built like a rugby player but lacking any real muscle. This is partially hidden by his choice in baggier clothing; a red hoodie, black sweatpants, both of which are tattered and faded from living on the streets. His face gives it away a bit though, his skin having a light olive tone to it but being fairly pale and looking malnourished as he doesn't eat or get out much. Due to lack of sleep Jacob's brown eyes have quite obvious dark circles underneath them, his lightly framed glasses doing little to hide this for him. His black hair covers most of his forehead, and it's thick enough to constantly retain some shape. Like most guys his age Jacob has developed a subtle layer of darkish peachfuzz on his chin and down the sides of his face.
Side: Neutral.
Personality: Jacob suffers from schizophrenia, making him more or less uneasy most of the time and somewhat distrusting. While he tends to try and avoid others human interaction is one of his favorite things, making him a little overly trusting towards anyone who shows him kindness (unless he has a reason not to like them). Jacob generally has a good sense of morality, though it can become very skewed since his thoughts aren't entirely his own.
Biography: From the age of ten, Jacob had been diagnosed with clinical schizophrenia and from that point on his life wasn't entirely his own. It began as no more than nightmares, but as he grew older it evolved into voices and these voices in a way leaked imagination into reality. About four years ago Jacob's conduit gene finally revealed itself, a nightmare of his erupting into reality and slaughtering his family in the dead of night before coming for him. Running through the apartment complex screaming, it didn't take long for the police to show up and from there things got out of control.
It only took a mater of weeks before Jacob was pulled out of the local foster care program and taken to Curdon Cay, the DUP having put together the case and acting swiftly. There, for five years, Jacob was under lock and key with special care being taken towards helping his condition as it was believed to be why his power even existed. Upping the Ritalin prescription helped but not much progress was made due to the lack of resources to put into helping him, and upon the shut down of Curdon Cay he was released with all the hustle and lost despite the DUP having meant to keep him under their care.
Homeless now, Jacob had begun to live on the streets, completely unsure what to do with himself and his life. Ritalin running low, he's began to spread out his doses more making his mind become a little less his own again.
Power: Jacob has the ability to push nightmares or voices out of his head and manifest them in the physical plain, appearing as an oily looking shadow that will quickly absorb material objects around it to gain presence and give it a sort of shell.
Power-: The constructs that occur have three major classes, but their forms are very pliable and can often fit anywhere on the spectrum. Available materials also effect their forms, broken glass for example becoming claws as the shadows themselves can't touch anyone.
Grunt- A minor voice or bad passing thought manifesting as a small creature with long arms (though they can take other shapes). Occasionally some retain the ability to speak, though their language is crude and hard to understand.
Revenant- Often coming from a smarter and louder voice, revenants retain a fair amount of intelligence and personality, many times coming back but in a different shape. Often the most humanoid in both size and form, but have many times appeared in distorted and monstrous shapes.
Nightmare- Only the darkest and most troubling thoughts become Nightmares; monsters or beasts that act quite viciously and are hard to control. While all shadows have minds of their own they can be reasoned with or to an extent commanded but not Nightmares. Both dangerous and unpredictable, even trying to kill Jacob himself.
Other: Jacob isn't in true control of anything he creates just as he can't shut up the voices in his head but they will listen to him if the situation permits. Ritalin suppresses Nightmares from taking form, as well as restricting Revenants, but otherwise mostly serves to help his mental stability.
EDIT: one last thing. He needs glasses to see well but doesn't need need them.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Demorri
Jacob had been watching the whole ordeal quite contently now that the churning in his head had calmed. It was the first time in a while he'd taken a recommended dosage, and the dark thoughts floating through his head seemed distant now.
It was interesting how many different conduits happened to be around for the fight, a few spectators like himself hanging around the area. One such conduit flew in on a colourful bird that blended with the wall of a building, the image for a moment flashing a deep red for Jacob as he stared. Rubbing his eyes he forced out whatever distortion he'd just witnessed and reminded himself why he was here. Wait for the skull jackets to finish. Then ask one about the other one's earlier offer.</s>
<|message|>Scorn aka Chloe Allaire, Leader of the Reapers
Scorn
By now the rogue conduit was getting peppered on all sides, the few remaining CTU agents around with a few conduit by standers tagged along to help in the matter. It spoiled some of Scorn's fun, she wanted to play still but in the end she figured all fun things must come to an end and she still had a rather busy day to continue on with so she put her own abilities to the test at breaking the rogue's defenses. Eventually they did break and in one last ditch effort the rogue tried to send a blast wave of sand in all directions. Sand burst forth every which way, blinding most but out of the corner of Scorn's eye she noticed the rogue get flung back only a block away, hitting the side of a building and falling into an alley. She quickly dropped to the ground and half ran, half skipped to the wounded prey perhaps to get a few more hits in but even by the time she reached the alley their was a crowd. Even the CTU agents that made it over before her stood back making her curious.
They were all staring awestruck at what was happening. Scorn pushed her way through the crowd. She could hear what sounded like sobs at the end of the alley? Why were they just standing there? Why weren't CTU agents trying to capture the rogue who had just made a mess to her city? She arrived at the front, and what she saw was awful. At the end of the alley, the rogue conduit was on his knees. He wore an old hoodie and tattered jeans. His hands were on his lap and he was staring straight into the sky, his mouth hanging open. His eyes had rolled into the back of his sockets. A man was holding his scalp. He wore the traditional garb of a Syndicate – the trademark mechanical mask and the clean suit. He wore the same gloves seen in the video about a year ago. He held the rogue's scalp tightly, and a blue neon energy was seeping from any available orifice from the rogue right into his glove.
Scorn slowly raised her hand, but she was too late. The man let go of the rogue's scalp and the conduit dropped to the ground, unconscious. One conduit by her raised a hand and let loose a swirling blast of shrapnel. The Syndicate member raised his glove, who's neon lines now glowed a dark, shadowy grey. His arm morphed into a swirling tornado, and simply absorbed the shrapnel. The tornado disappeared just as quickly as it turned. The Syndicate member flexed his metal gauntlet, forming a claw in his hand, staring down at it. He slowly rose his mask to face the crowd. "The Syndicate sends it's regards." He said. And with that, the man turned around and walked off, suit fluttering behind him. As he melded into the shadows of the alley, most of the conduits launched their attacks. Paint, rubber, smog. All of the attacks hit a brick wall at the end. It was as if the man had simply disappeared. The crowd just stared at the alley for a long while, the unconscious rogue norm lying on the ground, while Scorn had made an attempt to run forward and catch the accursed Syndicate member with no success.
"Damn it!" Scorn finally said in agitation and quickly disappeared into the shadows before the CTU agents could regain any form of thinking to notice that they had the leader of the Reaper's amongst them. She for a brief moment stood beside Order seemingly forgetting that a Syndicate member had just been there.
"If you still wish to meet and have a discussion meet me.... oh let's say atop City Hall, seems to be a reasonable place to hash out some form of agreement if we come to one. Ta-ta Order and do learn to have a little fun it wouldn't kill you." Scorn let out a slight laugh and once more disappeared, getting away from the crowd of Conduits before seeking out Cruor
"Now Cruor, know any other lovely conduits we could invite to our little gang to deal with the Syndicate menace we just saw," she asked upon finding him.</s>
<|message|>Cruor
Cruor
Cruor had barely avoided getting scorched by the ash cloud explosion, and by the time he had regained his senses, the battle was over, and a crowd had formed near an alley. He was quick to approach, and was able to witness the Syndicate member drain the sand conduit of his power. He refrained from firing the volley at the wall, knowing it would do no good. He instead followed Scorn away from the scene, a dark rage forming in the back of his mind. How dare those syndicate pigs take that man's god given gift, when he catches that man, he will be sure to make him scream, oh how he shall scream.
Upon hearing Scorn's request, he closed his eyes looking for any melodies that seemed to be of any use. He found two, both on top of rooftops, and was quick to point them out to Scorn. One drew his interest in particular, he'd remember that sound anywhere. 'He must have reconsider Natasha's offer.'
"If you'll excuse me Scorn, I'll go check on the one over there, you go to the one on the roof of the building with the bird on it. Since that bird wasn't there before, I can already guess what his power might be." With that being said, Cruor rushed to the building, quickly climbing up the structure using both his hands and tendrils before he jumped over the edge of the building, and landed right behind the man, his hood over his head and leaving only his insane grin visible to the him. "Looks like I should let little Natsha do the recruiting more often, that is, if you came here to join us. If so then follow me and we'll get you a good meal, and maybe a shower while we're at it." He pulled down his hood, showing his eye filled with welcome and his smile now warm and inviting.
Ash
Ash had been about to bombard the sand sphere when Order took it upon herself to deal with it, followed by Scorn finishing the fight with a bang, getting sand everywhere. Once he had gotten it out of his eyes, he had wished he hadn't, as he saw the Syndicate member drain the sand conduit and then disappear into the shadows. Damn those assholes, they were only adding to the problem, making conduit's afraid and more likely to lash out with their abilities. With a sigh, he landed near the crowd, catching sight of Cruor going up a nearby building and Scorn standing near Order. He considered trying to apprehend her, but decided that it would cause more trouble than it was worth.
He suddenly heard rapid footsteps behind him and turned to see his a group of Vanguard members, including his top guys, Roger Jenson, a fire conduit, and Ace, a concrete conduit. They seemed ready to take on Scorn, but a motion from Ash cut them off.
"Not today" was all he said, his ash armor falling away as he walked over to Cruor and Order, wooden staff in hand. He reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a quick drag and exhale.
"Well that was a hell of a fiasco with a bittersweet pay-off. Anyway, so your this Order I've been hearing about. Definitely an interesting one with that choice of dress, I'll give you that, but that's beside the point. I'm just hear to make sure you don't cause any unnecessary trouble in the city. As you can see, we have enough with rogue's like Sandy, or nuts like Scorn here. Keep a low profile, keep collateral damage to a minimum, and stay out of the Vanguard's way, and I'm sure we'll get along fine." Ash took another long drag, before exhaling, this time the smoke coalescing into the Vanguard symbol for a second before dispersing. "You see that symbol on any building, you can go there for any assistance you may need, or if you want to get in contact with me. Oh, and do yourself a favor of avoiding the aforementioned nut, your likely to catch her insanity."
Ash then turned to Scorn, taking his final drag before blowing it in her face. "By all accounts, I should be trying to bring you in, but their's already been too much damage to the city as it is, and the Vanguard will get billed for it if I cause anymore. So you get a free pass today, but the next time I see you, I'll be sure to get your crazy ass shipped back to your cell in the Cay, sure they miss you there." He flicked his cigarette away before walking back to his group, all the while standing on guard in case Scorn decided to pull something. He couldn't lie, he really wanted to take care of her now, as her and her Reapers was a massive pain in the ass, but if he started an altercation that led to more property damage, than the Vanguard would have to foot the bill, and they already were having financial issues as it is. What they need was a wealthy sponsor who didn't mind paying for all this shit, instead of relying on donations, but since no business man wants to invest or have anything to do with them, they had no choice but to pick their battle and try not to throw the first punch.</s>
| <|message|>Jacob Demorri
With the blast of sand Jacob had lost the skull hoodies, and was desperetly trying to search for them in the crowds now scattered about the streets. "Great job, Sherlock. You lost them," someone behind him sneered, eliciting a growl of frustration from Jacob. Angrily he spun around, about to mouth off at whoever it was but hearing them speak first.
For a moment Jacob just stood there confused, not really understanding the change in tone and briefly trying to look behind the man to see if anyone was with him. "His jacket, moron," someone murmured, and Jacob's attention was draw to hood which though it was down, he recognized the jacket as one of the ones below on the street. "Oh, uh, yes. I think," Jacob replied, having lost a fair chunk of what the man had said while bickering with himself mentally. "Um, my name's Jacob," he then blurted, trying to put behind what confusion he had.</s> |
<|description|>Jacob Demorri
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Around 6' 1', while Jacob certainly isn't very strong his frame suggests it, being fairly broad shouldered and built like a rugby player but lacking any real muscle. This is partially hidden by his choice in baggier clothing; a red hoodie, black sweatpants, both of which are tattered and faded from living on the streets. His face gives it away a bit though, his skin having a light olive tone to it but being fairly pale and looking malnourished as he doesn't eat or get out much. Due to lack of sleep Jacob's brown eyes have quite obvious dark circles underneath them, his lightly framed glasses doing little to hide this for him. His black hair covers most of his forehead, and it's thick enough to constantly retain some shape. Like most guys his age Jacob has developed a subtle layer of darkish peachfuzz on his chin and down the sides of his face.
Side: Neutral.
Personality: Jacob suffers from schizophrenia, making him more or less uneasy most of the time and somewhat distrusting. While he tends to try and avoid others human interaction is one of his favorite things, making him a little overly trusting towards anyone who shows him kindness (unless he has a reason not to like them). Jacob generally has a good sense of morality, though it can become very skewed since his thoughts aren't entirely his own.
Biography: From the age of ten, Jacob had been diagnosed with clinical schizophrenia and from that point on his life wasn't entirely his own. It began as no more than nightmares, but as he grew older it evolved into voices and these voices in a way leaked imagination into reality. About four years ago Jacob's conduit gene finally revealed itself, a nightmare of his erupting into reality and slaughtering his family in the dead of night before coming for him. Running through the apartment complex screaming, it didn't take long for the police to show up and from there things got out of control.
It only took a mater of weeks before Jacob was pulled out of the local foster care program and taken to Curdon Cay, the DUP having put together the case and acting swiftly. There, for five years, Jacob was under lock and key with special care being taken towards helping his condition as it was believed to be why his power even existed. Upping the Ritalin prescription helped but not much progress was made due to the lack of resources to put into helping him, and upon the shut down of Curdon Cay he was released with all the hustle and lost despite the DUP having meant to keep him under their care.
Homeless now, Jacob had begun to live on the streets, completely unsure what to do with himself and his life. Ritalin running low, he's began to spread out his doses more making his mind become a little less his own again.
Power: Jacob has the ability to push nightmares or voices out of his head and manifest them in the physical plain, appearing as an oily looking shadow that will quickly absorb material objects around it to gain presence and give it a sort of shell.
Power-: The constructs that occur have three major classes, but their forms are very pliable and can often fit anywhere on the spectrum. Available materials also effect their forms, broken glass for example becoming claws as the shadows themselves can't touch anyone.
Grunt- A minor voice or bad passing thought manifesting as a small creature with long arms (though they can take other shapes). Occasionally some retain the ability to speak, though their language is crude and hard to understand.
Revenant- Often coming from a smarter and louder voice, revenants retain a fair amount of intelligence and personality, many times coming back but in a different shape. Often the most humanoid in both size and form, but have many times appeared in distorted and monstrous shapes.
Nightmare- Only the darkest and most troubling thoughts become Nightmares; monsters or beasts that act quite viciously and are hard to control. While all shadows have minds of their own they can be reasoned with or to an extent commanded but not Nightmares. Both dangerous and unpredictable, even trying to kill Jacob himself.
Other: Jacob isn't in true control of anything he creates just as he can't shut up the voices in his head but they will listen to him if the situation permits. Ritalin suppresses Nightmares from taking form, as well as restricting Revenants, but otherwise mostly serves to help his mental stability.
EDIT: one last thing. He needs glasses to see well but doesn't need need them.</s>
<|message|>Scorn aka Chloe Allaire, Leader of the Reapers
Scorn
Scorn remained where she was a grin still on her face from the affair that transpired."Ah but like any good chess player I let you see what I want you to see, I lull you either into security or paranoia or even thinking I'm foolish. As much light as you wish to shine to try and dampen my shadows in truth only the opposite shall happen for shadow is born from light. The brighter the light the larger the shadow. We shall indeed be in touch Order. More then you think for now I let you see what I want you to see as I create my web," she said to herself as she looked at the number left behind ",I'm sure we will either be best friends or mortal enemies but either way things shall indeed be fun."</s>
<|message|>Cruor
Cruor
Cruor simply raised an eyebrow at the boy, wondering if that was him trying his hand at intimidation. If so, he wasn't very good at it. 'So his ability has something to do with sound, very interesting and possibly useful. He could be useful, but I think it best to allow him to call us on his own terms, he seems like a stubborn one.'
"I'll be out of your hair then, just wanted to see why a conduit was spying on Scorn's meeting with Order. However before I leave, I give you a gift." Cruor held out his hand and collected a small amount of blood, forming it into the Reaper's logo, before he snapped his fingers, crystalizing the blood instantly. "If you ever want to sow a little more chaos into the world, just break this and I'll come find you. Consider it an invitation to the Reapers, if you feel so inclined, as it seems you could use some excitement in your life. And with that, I'll be on my way."
He handed the sigil to the boy, and then proceeded to walk towards the roof's edge. Suddenly, the blood beast that he had sent to transport Jacob smashed down on to the roof, seemingly from out or nowhere, growling slightly at the boy before dissolving back into liquid and flowing back into the canisters.
"Also, as a bit of advice, next time you try to intimidate someone, break something, be it stones or bones. Show your strength through actions, not words or parlor tricks like what you did wiith your voice. Just something to thing about."
Cruor then leaped off the roof, using his blooc tendrils to give him the extra boost of power he needed to launch him over to the roof of city hall, where he landed with a crash across from his mistress.
"So I take that since she shot at me, Order didn't decide join us. Can't say I'm too surprised."
Natsha and Nova
Nova pushed Natasha off of him, turning around to face the new guy but also keeping an eye on his sister in case she tried to charge him from behind.
"Sure, we can give you a tour, just follow me. And watch out for Natasha, she bites."
"Go fuck yourself Nova."
Nova ignored her sister and took Jacob by the hand, leading him through the rest of the hideout.
"The room we were just in was Natsha's, mines in an off shoot tunnel down this way." He pointed down aways, showing another makeshift wall, this one decorated with a bunch of graffiti art, mostly ones of angels doing various good deeds. The art was very good, and the subject was quite the contrast from those on the other door. "I did the graffiti, Cruor says that I'm an artistic genius, but I just practice a whole lot. Not much else for me to do around here."
Natasha, who was behind them an riding top of the blood wolf, didn't say anything on the manner, as she knew she couldn't due anything artistic for the life of her, except maybe her face paint, and even that wasn't very well done. She could say a lot of things about her brother, but she couldn't say he was a bad artist.
Nova continued on with his explanation of how the base was set up, "Cruor and some of the other Reapers have rooms in the train cars, and Cruor has a entire tunnel to himself. You're not allowed to go in their without his permission though, so we won't be going in there for now, it's the tunnel with the big red skull over the covering. Scorn's room is somewhere around here, I don't know where though. Do some exploring to find a tunnel you like, when you do, we'll get to work building up a privacy wall for it. We also have a storage area, for weapons and clothes, on that big freight car in the back."
Nova ended his short tour by pointing at the large Freight car that was near the very end of the tunnel. It was large and covered in various graffiti, a bunch of skeletons reaching out with clawed hands, baring their teeth like fangs and staring into your soul with glowing red eyes. Nova released Jacob's hand, jogging up to the sliding door and opening it up. Inside one could see a coat rack holding various reaper jackets and hoodies, of various colors, though the dominants were red, white, and black. Their was also a number of guns inside, such as AK-47's, shotguns, hunting rifles, and even a few RPGs.
"So, that's the end of the tour, so go ahead and pick out your reaper jacket and we'll go back to Natasha's room, it's the only one where we can get her laptop to work properly, so that's where the two of us usually spend our time. Any questions?"
Ash
Ash and the Vanguard were currently still at Washington Avenue, helping with clean up and re-cinstruction as well as applying medical aid to anyone who need it. Luckily, their were no casualties, though the men that Scorn had attacked would be scarred for life, physically and probably mentally as well. Sandy, whose real name was Rick Stevens as what could be seen from his wallet, was currently unconscious, his face scrunched in a pained expression, moaning every few seconds in pain.
Ash looked at the man, unable to contain the rage he was feeling. What the hell gave those Syndicate goon the right to take away a conduit's powers, to leave them in a state such as this. He clicked his tongue as he turned around, facing Ace as he came up to speak to him. Ace was a tall man with a shock of dark hair, somewhat tan skin, and intense grey eyes. He was wearing a casual outfit of a black t-shirt and some jeans, though it bore a covering of dust from his work at re-stabilizing the less damaged buildings and creating a frame work around the more damaged ones to avoid further collapse.
"Sir, to be blunt, I think you should have bagged Scorn right then and there, she was open and we outnumbered her three to two, with more on the way."
"Did we really," Ash asked, taking a drag of his cigarette in an attempt to calm himself down, "Scorn was right about one thing, we don't know how many Conduit are sympathetic to her cause. They may not be radical enough to join a group like the Reapers, but they are still out there. Besides, it would have done more harm then good, you know that we're in over are head enough finacially without having to add the destruction that fight would have caused on top of it. Trust me, I want her locked up in the Cay as much a you do, but we have to be careful how we act. As far as the government sees it, we're little better than the reapers, and that's only because they can control us. If we want to start helping conduits get a better name for themselves, then start thinking with your head, not your heart ace."
Ash dismissed Ace with a wave of his hand, looking around as the Vanguard went to work. Lucy, and african-american woman who was a silk conduit and a certified nurse, was providing treatment to the CTU soldiers that had gotten injured in the fighting, Ace went back to stabilizing buildings, and Stephen, a sand conduit as well, was busy cleaning up the huge mess of sand and loading it into dump trucks.
'This mess could have been much worse without us around, we have to show people that Conduits can help people more than we can hurt them'. That's the first step to clsoing the rifts between normal humans and Conduits, and the Vanguard were the ones building the bridge. 'If only people like Scorn weren't constantly tryng to burn it down.'</s>
<|message|>Jacob Demorri
Though Jacob had been listening to the boy who's name was apparently 'Nova', his attention was drawn away a few times by a few distractions. The fact that these kids seemed involved in something so mature perplexed him, their appearances reflecting this quite uniquely. The art too was worth putting attention towards, being somewhat ominous but well done once you looked past the shadows.
Nearing the end of the tour, Jacob was glad his hand was released and grabbed it with his free hand, watching as the cart was opened. "Uh, I guess I have one question," Jacob murmured, walking up to the cart and stepping inside it. "What exactly is it you guys do? I mean I saw some of the people wearing these jackets out there and as far as I could tell they were dealing with this guy who'd lost it. The one that can move shadows went after the CTU though," he explained, his hand falling on a jacket that was a similar shade of red to his own. Tentatively he eventually took it off the hook, but didn't put it on right away as he'd like his question answered first. He didn't step out of the train cart yet either, looking back at the two kids with an air of caution.</s>
<|message|>Cruor
Nova and Natasha
Nova shrugged, "Whatever Scorn tells us to, basically. We don't do much since we don,t have any powers, just stay here and keep watch over the place. There are some other Reapers around, so you can talk to them for more info."</s>
| <|message|>Jacob Demorri
Though he disliked the incomplete answer, but didn't feel specifically confident searching the dark tunnels for anyone else that might be around. "I'll ask later," he thought aloud, putting the reaper jacket back so he could pull off his old hoodie. It would still do him nicely as somewhere to rest his head, and with a final look over he dropped it outside the train cart and grabbed the reaper jacket. It was different in style; thinner and a bit longer than his old hoodie but still very much the same with a similar colour and the only real difference being the skull and bones painted onto it.
With his somewhat updated look he jumped down out of the cart, looking down at the painted on rib cage before kneeling to scoop up his old jacket. "My uh- my name's Jacob by the way. Thanks for the tour," I told the two of them, the second bit more directed at Nova. "It'd be easy to end them..." something whispered, causing Jacob to flinch and look behind him.</s> |
<|description|>Jacob Demorri
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Around 6' 1', while Jacob certainly isn't very strong his frame suggests it, being fairly broad shouldered and built like a rugby player but lacking any real muscle. This is partially hidden by his choice in baggier clothing; a red hoodie, black sweatpants, both of which are tattered and faded from living on the streets. His face gives it away a bit though, his skin having a light olive tone to it but being fairly pale and looking malnourished as he doesn't eat or get out much. Due to lack of sleep Jacob's brown eyes have quite obvious dark circles underneath them, his lightly framed glasses doing little to hide this for him. His black hair covers most of his forehead, and it's thick enough to constantly retain some shape. Like most guys his age Jacob has developed a subtle layer of darkish peachfuzz on his chin and down the sides of his face.
Side: Neutral.
Personality: Jacob suffers from schizophrenia, making him more or less uneasy most of the time and somewhat distrusting. While he tends to try and avoid others human interaction is one of his favorite things, making him a little overly trusting towards anyone who shows him kindness (unless he has a reason not to like them). Jacob generally has a good sense of morality, though it can become very skewed since his thoughts aren't entirely his own.
Biography: From the age of ten, Jacob had been diagnosed with clinical schizophrenia and from that point on his life wasn't entirely his own. It began as no more than nightmares, but as he grew older it evolved into voices and these voices in a way leaked imagination into reality. About four years ago Jacob's conduit gene finally revealed itself, a nightmare of his erupting into reality and slaughtering his family in the dead of night before coming for him. Running through the apartment complex screaming, it didn't take long for the police to show up and from there things got out of control.
It only took a mater of weeks before Jacob was pulled out of the local foster care program and taken to Curdon Cay, the DUP having put together the case and acting swiftly. There, for five years, Jacob was under lock and key with special care being taken towards helping his condition as it was believed to be why his power even existed. Upping the Ritalin prescription helped but not much progress was made due to the lack of resources to put into helping him, and upon the shut down of Curdon Cay he was released with all the hustle and lost despite the DUP having meant to keep him under their care.
Homeless now, Jacob had begun to live on the streets, completely unsure what to do with himself and his life. Ritalin running low, he's began to spread out his doses more making his mind become a little less his own again.
Power: Jacob has the ability to push nightmares or voices out of his head and manifest them in the physical plain, appearing as an oily looking shadow that will quickly absorb material objects around it to gain presence and give it a sort of shell.
Power-: The constructs that occur have three major classes, but their forms are very pliable and can often fit anywhere on the spectrum. Available materials also effect their forms, broken glass for example becoming claws as the shadows themselves can't touch anyone.
Grunt- A minor voice or bad passing thought manifesting as a small creature with long arms (though they can take other shapes). Occasionally some retain the ability to speak, though their language is crude and hard to understand.
Revenant- Often coming from a smarter and louder voice, revenants retain a fair amount of intelligence and personality, many times coming back but in a different shape. Often the most humanoid in both size and form, but have many times appeared in distorted and monstrous shapes.
Nightmare- Only the darkest and most troubling thoughts become Nightmares; monsters or beasts that act quite viciously and are hard to control. While all shadows have minds of their own they can be reasoned with or to an extent commanded but not Nightmares. Both dangerous and unpredictable, even trying to kill Jacob himself.
Other: Jacob isn't in true control of anything he creates just as he can't shut up the voices in his head but they will listen to him if the situation permits. Ritalin suppresses Nightmares from taking form, as well as restricting Revenants, but otherwise mostly serves to help his mental stability.
EDIT: one last thing. He needs glasses to see well but doesn't need need them.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Demorri
Reaper Queen? Jacob mused briefly, watching as Scorn disappeared down the tunnel seeming quite pleased with herself. As soon as she was out of sight Jacob allowed his head to fall into his hands, his skull hurting for no doubt a number of reasons. The sudden silence seemed to help though, as even after a few minutes whoever had been at it stopped their screaming from before. So all I need to do is help with 'projects'?, Jacob thought, pushing himself to decide that whatever chance next presented himself he would take. For now though he lay back down, drowsy and somewhat disoriented but still not tired enough to sleep.</s>
<|message|>Gavin Ashcroft
Gavin Ashcroft
It seemed odd to Gavin that, in a town full of superheroes, there'd be so little to do. He walked along, hands jammed deep into his pockets, as he mused about his less-than-stellar superhero career thus far. True, he hadn't been in New York long, but with everything that Curdun Cay had forced down his throat during his tenure there, he thought he'd be tangling with Reapers from the moment he'd stepped off the bus. But no- the best he'd done so far was Employee of the Month at the call center where he worked. Not exactly stellar for a budding super.
It's not exactly my fault, though. I'm still new to the city, and so by the time I figure out anything's going on and make it to the scene, it's pretty much cleared up by the time I get there. He sighed, a few sparks escaping from his lips as a sign of his frustration. But still- the lack of stimulation is becoming... annoying. Come on, a sign, a hint, anything! All I need is one good lead--
His monologue broke off as a man suddenly landed on the sidewalk some distance ahead of him, flaring jets of steam from his hands to break his fall. Instantly Gavin's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he stopped, watching as the Conduit looked around frantically- and too quickly, as Gavin seemed to escape his notice- and started walking quickly to a nearby coffee shop. Interest now fully piqued, Gavin started to (hopefully) discreetly follow the young steam Conduit, offering a quick prayer of thanksgiving for this lucky break.
Perhaps I have found my first foray into heroism...? He almost shivered in anticipation at that thought.</s>
<|message|>Scorn aka Chloe Allaire, Leader of the Reapers
-----TIME JUMP-----
Scorn
There should stood inside the museum itself granted she did not wear her normal face makeup that she loved for if she had a scene would of been made and she would of lost her closest chance of capturing one of the higher syndicate members if her little bird was right with the information he had overheard back in Zeke's bar a few days back. She had carefully planned out everything. Where her men would be inside and out, waiting and watching, acting like any other tourist that visited this dull place. She herself would not ever go there for personal reasons. It was to dull, never exciting and she was banned anyways, luckily she knew a backdoor which was why she was inside now acting like all the other humans who found some dusty relic interesting.
Of course the one plus were the kids, even if human kids were still nice to see, how unaware and care free they were, not knowing the grim truth. Something she only wished she could of given to the girl she had tried to protect. She shook her head, it was better to stay in the present and focus rather then put her mind else where. She continued on her merry way, entering an exhibit that had only been recently put up, one for conduits. Most of the objects were old junk that came from the ruins of Empire City yet one thing that stood out was the ever famous Amp which was the center piece. Wielded by the Saint of New Marais. It was on tour for the time. She could only laugh at it. Cole how powerful he was yet foolishly he squandered it. Oh indeed she would of rejected the beast herself, she could hardly seen a reason to destroy everything and rebuild when that was unnecessary. Humans only need to be shown there place, which was the line to extinction like so many inferior species that led to them, now they were leading to the next evolution.
Still what attracted her more was what remains of the Reapers they had pulled from the ruble of the old Empire City. A few beat up jackets, one even supposedly belonging to the old leader."Oh how you should see what I have turned the group into," she whispered to herself.
Kiera
There she was now, wondering why she was even doing this somewhat. Why not leave it to the CTU or the police? After all they no doubt knew by now that something was going to happen, someone would of tipped them off. Yet here she was, putting herself in the center of it knowing that whatever happened, it wasn't going to end good. She had no doubt that Scorn would be somewhere as well, hidden away, which might of been part of the reason why she decided to go to the museum. To try and stop her, though she doubted she could do that, she knew better then to hope that she could just miraculously change Scorn yet she felt like she had to try. She tried to hide her worry, having yet to still tell anyone about her relation to Scorn. She had been close sharing the information with Eli but panicked internally and decided against it.
Unknown Perspective
The cameras moved around the museum watching all those that entered. Instead of the normal guard, a new person had taken the place, they had taken out the guard leaving them out cold and locked away to keep them from stopping what was about to happen. Even despite the disguises of the guards, CTU agents, police, or the Reapers couldn't hide them from him. Only one he couldn't find of the Reapers was the leader. There would also be those pestering conduits who had to try and save the day if anything went wrong but he and his associates didn't think they would make much of a difference, the goal of this task was still the same. Soon the commotion would block out what was truly going on and bring them one step closer to the ultimate reward: The end of the bio-terrorist blight.
His phone rang and he quickly opened it."We're in," he responded.
"Good," a dull robotic voice stated ",Is it as we expected?"
"Yes it is," the man in the camera said with a smug smile ",Couldn't of been done better."
"Good, keep your eyes on the cameras," the voice on the other end said before leaving the conversation, now it was a matter of time.</s>
<|message|>Cruor
Cruor
Cruor was walking around the Museum, wearing normal clothes, his new weapon easily hidden beneath his clothes as he scanned the perimeter, currently blasting metal music in one ear to help drown out the dissonance that all the regular human's were making. Without his music, he would've lost it and killed everyone around. As it is, he just calmly surveyed the situation, keeping calm as he looked at the pieces of rubble from Empire City. Why this was of any real importance was beyond him, as Cruor gave little thought to Cole McGrath, not really caring about what he had done. Cruor was not one for grand ideals and past glories, instead, he kept his mind locked in the present, or the future was unknowable and the past was much to painful. The only thing that natter was, and always will, be the here and now of the present.
Ash
Ash was currently walking around the inner perimeter of the museum, keeping an eye out for any Conduit punks that might want to make off with the Amp. Of course there was a bunch of other Crap, but the Amp was the only thing of real value. A person could probably make a fortune selling that thing to the right buyer, and Ash was her to make sure that didn't happen, He took a drag of his cigarette, his fifth one since he'd started his shift around 30 minutes ago, breathing out a stream through his nose as he eyed the thing. He felt like the thing should be used, not kept stuck in some damn museum like a trinket. It was a weapon, a famous one sure, but a weapon all the same and one that can be easily re-made. Just leaving it to rust in a glass case seemed like such a waste to him.
Oh well, they didn't pay him to consider this stuff, they paid him to guard it, and he barely got them to do that much.</s>
| <|message|>Jacob Demorri
"So remind me what the plan is exactly," Jacob asked his associate; one of the other reapers that had been sent with him under the pretext of 'supervision'. He wasn't a conduit but seemed to hold respect with Scorn, and as a result was a bit demanding of getting similar respect from Jacob- this being his first actual job since joining. Though there was a briefing of sorts things seemed a little need to know, even if it was mostly due to the fact that the job seemed simple enough. So there the two of them were; sitting on a bench together near the Fossil Hall in the museum trying to look like normal citizens until the call for action came. Jacob just wasn't sure what the call would call for.
"There is no 'exactly'," the reaper known as 'Mikey' replied, his tone sounding impatient, "and that's why we're here. We- or I should say you- are a sort of mix between 'the Calvary', 'a distraction', and 'Plan B'. If for whatever reason things need to get destructive, or the Government officials show up, you are going to put your talents to work and make waves."
"And that's all we're doing, right? Just making waves?" Jacob asked, the concern evident in his voice as he looked across the room before him. His eyes fell on the large Tyrannosaurus fossil in the center of the room, it's massive frame held up by poles and wires. It had been a day or two since he'd run out of medication, and though he'd brought up his need and his lack of money it was for some reason being put off. He'd started seeing things more often, and right now was no different as the stress of not really knowing what would happen was getting to him.
"More or less," Mikey replied, his eyes following Jacob's to the exhibit before them. "That one should be easy to make something from, eh?" he then laughed, shaking Jacob's shoulder to pull him from whatever trance he'd fallen into. "You'll do fine, man," he then commented, his tone becoming a bit more serious, "To make things a bit clearer look at it this way; if we need it, you're going to give people something to shoot at and that's all."</s> |
<|description|>Dean Finnigan
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Side:
Neutral
Personality:
Dean's personality is mostly a mishmash of all of his other sibling's personalities. He inherited the sarcasm, the cynicism, and egotism of his brothers. He inherited his anger, his argumentativeness, and his temper from his sisters. He inherited his loyalty from his dogs. His entire persona is a very odd mix of clashing personalities. After his life seemed to have so heavily relied on his siblings, he seems to have modeled himself after their most abundant qualities. The unfortunate result is what his personality is. He enjoys mocking and insulting others, being sarcastic, and getting people mad at him.
Biography:
Dean Finnigan was a small, impressionable child. The young boy was born into a family of three mutts, two sisters, one mother, and six brothers. The household was an unadulterated maelstrom of whirling porcelain, ripped drawings, and harsh words. The unfortunate family of children lost their father to a conduit, and their mother was seemingly too depressed and drunk to function. However, lucky enough, the family managed to get through, just barely. The three eldest brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had jobs, and were the appointed "heads" of the house. They managed to pull the family out of the rut by scrimping on the necessities of life; water, food, electricity. So, naturally, the youngest were hardly educated. As a child, Dean Finnigan was generally looked over as useless. He lacked strength or resolve, and seemed to hardly be able to do anything by himself. He even required help to make a meal. So, the boy mostly sat back while his brothers and sisters worked hard trying to survive. The unfortunate family lived in a small apartment, designed to hold a family of four, not twelve. A couple had to nap in sleeping bags on the floor, or in a repurposed kitchen cabinet.
At the age of twelve, Dean Finnigan's powers began to emerge. The first show of power he demonstrated was voice manipulation, imitating his sister after she tossed a box of tissues at him. He discovered he could mimic anyone's voice and timbre perfectly, as long as he'd heard it before. He used it regularly, insulting his brothers or sisters using another voice, and watching a fight break out. It was how he managed to survive and entertain himself during the long years at the household. Soon after, audio manipulation emerged, discovered during a shouting match with his mother. His voice had practically shuddered the house, causing bits of plaster to crumble off the walls. It was after that that his brother's didn't seem to argue with him as much. As more and more time passed, he discovered his other various powers through other situations with his family. If fine china got thrown at him, he'd shudder it with an echo blast and send It flying off course. When his brother blew an air horn in his ear, he threw a Sonar Grenade and nearly made his brother permanently deaf. It went on like this for a long while.
As time passed on, his powers seemed to gradually begin becoming more unstable, rather than more controllable. With little proper training for his power and no time spent in Curdon Cay, It seemed, unlocking his abilities' full potential was a mere pipe dream. Unfortunately, the state of the homestead seemed to also rapidly deteriorate as he aged. His mother seemed be in a horrible state, barely getting by. His older brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had left the house, looking to find business ventures to support the family. The two dogs had died, lowering the morale even more. The family seemed to be falling apart. As time passed, more kids began leaving, looking to find money on the country just like the older brothers. The rent was beginning to rear its ugly head. It didn't take long before the apartment of twelve became an apartment of four; his two sisters, his mother, and Dean. The boy, disheartened, didn't take too long to come to a decision. He, too, would leave the house, and return to support them. While not a smart choice in hindsight, Dean could hardly stand living there. The mere sight of it was unbearable.
So, the boy packed his bags, ready to abandon his old homestead. He left in the night, not stopping to exchange teary farewells or long goodbyes to his sisters or mother. On the way out, Dean Finnigan didn't look back. He'd return soon.
Power:
Sound Manipulation
Power-:
Sonic Boom – He discharges a loud, compressed explosion of sound by his feet, propelling him forward. It can be used in rapid succession, allowing him to scale walls, travel streets, and launch himself at high velocity.
Echo Blast - He dispels a powerful, focused shot of sound, allowing him to disorient or pain an opponent. The blast severely affects the subject's eardrums, resulting in almost immediately damaging and nauseating an enemy that comes into contact with it. The shot doesn't do much physical damage.
Sonar Grenade – He unleashes a tight, compact explosion of sound. The sound grenade can explode with force, and momentarily deaf anyone within radius of the powerful explosion. The effect tends to last from a thirty seconds to a minute, plenty of time for him to escape.
Sound Wave – He releases a wide, large spread of sound, in the shape of a wave. It has a long range, and is particularly useful when he's surrounded. It can disorient enemies within range. It can vibrate powerfully, able to practically dismantle cars.
Audio Manipulation – He can adjust the audio of his voice, ranging from a mere, tiny whisper, only possibly heard by one, or make his voice deafening, and heard across the city. In combat, by magnifying his voice by tenfold, he can near deafen enemies by shouting.
Voice Manipulation – He can adjust the timbre, pitch, and tone of his or others voice with ease. He can imitate any accent or voice perfectly. While not being very useful in combat, it's useful in mundane activities. Since mocking people is a personal favorite past time of his, he uses it whenever he's feeling sour and he needs to let loose on someone.
Other:
Dean Finnigan is an excellent singer, due to ease of controlling and pitching voice. He tends to not use that particular talent, though.</s>
<|message|>Cruor
Natasha & Nova
The two stopped their tussling, with Natasha on top of Nova, the former sneaking in another sock to her brother's face before she got off of him and skipped over to Jacob, a confident smile on her face.
"Gah, what the hell Natasha? And who's this guy." Nova held on to his jaw, getting up slowly and inching back aways. He kept a collection of knives, shivs, and broken beer bottles in a cubby near by, just in case somebody ever came in and tried to mess with them.
Natasha ignored her brother, instead walking up and smacking Jacob lightly on his chest in welcome. "Hey hobo-guy, glad you could make it, I knew you couldn't stay away for long. Since your here, you must have decided to join us. Good on you, and as for our fight, that was because Nova over their is a fucking tattle-tale."
"How many times do I have to tell you, I didn't say shit, it was one of the non-conduit reapers."
"Bullshit, they'd no better then to tell on a conduit like me, I'm above them in every sense of the word. They would be too afraid of my wrath to even think of defying me."
"Why, your a tiny loud mouth who suffers from delusions of grandeur, plus you don't have any powers to make them afraid of you, except the power to be incredibly annoying." Nova scoffed, stopping his pursuit of weapons once his sister said who the intruder was. If she knew him, then that meant that he was okay. "Don't get all uppity because you managed to recruit one person, it really doesn't make that much of a difference."
"Yeah, well your face doesn't make much of a difference!"
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"Your face doesn't make any sense!"
"Well at least I'm not so ugly that I have to cover it in makeup every day."
"That's it, get over here and say that to my face!"
And their they go again, locked in another brawl like Jacob wasn't even there. The wolf creature gave the man an expectant stare, as if to say 'Hey, do something about this already'.</s>
<|message|>Scorn aka Chloe Allaire, Leader of the Reapers
Scorn
"I'm full of surprises," Scorn answered Order ",Oh but come now you give me to much credit. I have hardly killed anyone. If you wish to know how many there was the one Syndicate agent from my lovely show, the unfortunate ones that were there the day my powers came to being, I think that was seven, and two wretched creatures that deserved their fate for what they did to her." At the mention of the murder of her first two victims her face turn to disgust and hatred for a brief second before turning back to her normal insane self.
"You see I don't kill just anyone. Far from what the news likes to say, after all that CTU agent from earlier he didn't die, I just gave him a permanent smile for getting in my way. Why murder our own when our own are the future of this world. Oh how I do enjoy the chaos I cause but most of what I do has a purpose as random it may seem. Driving out other gangs from the city was more then just getting turf, it was about establishing control and base of operations and having no one to put holds on my plans. Yes perhaps a few people were killed between the turf wars that erupted but sometimes a stick is necessary to beat out the rats, my hands were dry though in that I had bigger fish to fry and couldn't be bothered with small things the other Reapers could handle. Beating people perhaps near death primarily the other gang leaders were the only mess I got into in that matter. Even that rogue earlier needed to be stopped for the strings of my web to still be of use. Those I save for more personal matters are only the Syndicate, they deserve the death I give them for what they do to us. Tell me how you would feel if suddenly you had no powers? Your identity suddenly taken. You would want them to pay as much as I would."
Scorn turned to the edge of the roof looking at the city below her remaining silent for a brief few seconds to let her words sink in before continuing.
"Oh I do hate the normals, they let her suffer and only I helped her, I saved her but she was broken by the time I could truely save her. I create chaos out of necessity for my plans as well as much I do enjoy it. Man though, they are chaos incarnated. They deserve punishment but not like the Syndicate. No they deserve the fear I create. They will see that the time of man is ending and the time of conduits is coming. After all look at the many ancestors of man. Those that came before our gone, those inferior forms. This is just another step of that evolution." She said this more so like she was thinking aloud before returning to Order.
"Indeed I create chaos but it's to bring in the order that the rest of our kind could have. You are all about Order yet with man being on top do you think this world will ever have order. No there will never be order because man thrives and lives off the chaos that they create," she said ",This broken and shattered mind of mine has more sanity then you think. So tell me now, shall I keep going or will you turn me away like the Vanguard does, those who try to cling to a world that never will have order."
Keira
Keira was about to ask politely the man to leave who had sat down at her table but had her blood good ice cold at the mention of her sister. She had told no one about what she had learned through her digging of old Curdon Cay files. Of course she probably should of expected that some form of agency would find those files themselves but she had never expected for someone to come looking for her.
"I don't know what you are talking about," she said in an attempt to just get him to stop asking questions but she doubted it would work especially since Miguel knew her name ",I have no sister." She only wished now Eli would come in and get Miguel to leave before asking questions or worst as other thoughts came into her mind on why he was there looking for her. Perhaps being Scorn's sister made her likely up for arrest. She would rather die then return to Curdon Cay.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Demorri
"I believe a tour or something was mentioned," someone murmured, and for a brief second the image of a shadow split Jacob's vision in two. It looked impatient and frustrated, talon like hands passively scratching the chin of the bloody wolf before it disappeared. It's not there- it's not real- it's not there- it's not real-, JAcob chanted mentally, glancing at the wolf which hadn't reacted to what Jacob had seen only a moment ago.
Habitually he reached up to his face and adjusted his glasses, the lenses dirty and scratched up but allowing him to see better than he could without them even if by a minimal amount. "Your uh," he began, clearing his throat before continuing, "your friend with that makes those blood wolves told me you would give me a tour or something?" he inquired, making sure he was loud enough that they should hear him.
"YoU CAN't IGNoRE mE FOREVER!" a voice screamed, causing Jacob to flinch. He was about to reach for his pills but remembered he'd taken a second one only a short while ago, it hopefully having yet to take affect. They're just mad is all. They'll get over it, he thought, hoping what he told himself was true.</s>
| <|message|>Dean Finnigan
"Hm." Dean Finnigan observed, his interest piqued. "Scorn."
The boy had heard of her before, among some questionable conduits. A finicky, distasteful conduit, with an odd, sexual interest in shoving rail spikes up others asses. The other one was anonymous, unfortunately. She appeared to be named.. Order? Scorn and Order. It was a shame that parents nowadays refrained from naming their children normally. They were having some long, philosophical conversation on chaos and insanity. He sighed, chewing on cold eggs. It was a shame that such great powers were wasted on conduits with such an inane disinterest in fighting. A fight between shadow and light could've been so entertaining and fun. He could imagine it now; good v. evil, shadow v. light. It would be like something just out of television. He-
His train of thought was rudely interrupted by a raucous cough. He turned his heard glancing behind him. A man stood, in a flowing jacket, cascading over his shoulders. He recognized the garb. It was It bore heavy similarities to Scorn's own jacket, except less scandalous and showy. The fellow stared at him, his eyes dark, before demanding why he was eavesdropping. The man, also, apparently knew he was a conduit. That was a shame. He'd been working hard on keeping that a secret. In New York, business owners seem to tend to be somewhat reluctant to hire conduits, unfortunately. It was something about property damage, he supposed. All of that work erased by some smuck with the ability to detect conduits. He didn't bother to stand up, let alone put aside his breakfast.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone." The final word echoed, dripping with venom. It seemed almost unnaturally loud, and slightly deeper and bolder. Dean wasn't quite in the mood. "I'm trying to enjoy some breakfast here, reaper."</s> |
<|description|>Dean Finnigan
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Side:
Neutral
Personality:
Dean's personality is mostly a mishmash of all of his other sibling's personalities. He inherited the sarcasm, the cynicism, and egotism of his brothers. He inherited his anger, his argumentativeness, and his temper from his sisters. He inherited his loyalty from his dogs. His entire persona is a very odd mix of clashing personalities. After his life seemed to have so heavily relied on his siblings, he seems to have modeled himself after their most abundant qualities. The unfortunate result is what his personality is. He enjoys mocking and insulting others, being sarcastic, and getting people mad at him.
Biography:
Dean Finnigan was a small, impressionable child. The young boy was born into a family of three mutts, two sisters, one mother, and six brothers. The household was an unadulterated maelstrom of whirling porcelain, ripped drawings, and harsh words. The unfortunate family of children lost their father to a conduit, and their mother was seemingly too depressed and drunk to function. However, lucky enough, the family managed to get through, just barely. The three eldest brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had jobs, and were the appointed "heads" of the house. They managed to pull the family out of the rut by scrimping on the necessities of life; water, food, electricity. So, naturally, the youngest were hardly educated. As a child, Dean Finnigan was generally looked over as useless. He lacked strength or resolve, and seemed to hardly be able to do anything by himself. He even required help to make a meal. So, the boy mostly sat back while his brothers and sisters worked hard trying to survive. The unfortunate family lived in a small apartment, designed to hold a family of four, not twelve. A couple had to nap in sleeping bags on the floor, or in a repurposed kitchen cabinet.
At the age of twelve, Dean Finnigan's powers began to emerge. The first show of power he demonstrated was voice manipulation, imitating his sister after she tossed a box of tissues at him. He discovered he could mimic anyone's voice and timbre perfectly, as long as he'd heard it before. He used it regularly, insulting his brothers or sisters using another voice, and watching a fight break out. It was how he managed to survive and entertain himself during the long years at the household. Soon after, audio manipulation emerged, discovered during a shouting match with his mother. His voice had practically shuddered the house, causing bits of plaster to crumble off the walls. It was after that that his brother's didn't seem to argue with him as much. As more and more time passed, he discovered his other various powers through other situations with his family. If fine china got thrown at him, he'd shudder it with an echo blast and send It flying off course. When his brother blew an air horn in his ear, he threw a Sonar Grenade and nearly made his brother permanently deaf. It went on like this for a long while.
As time passed on, his powers seemed to gradually begin becoming more unstable, rather than more controllable. With little proper training for his power and no time spent in Curdon Cay, It seemed, unlocking his abilities' full potential was a mere pipe dream. Unfortunately, the state of the homestead seemed to also rapidly deteriorate as he aged. His mother seemed be in a horrible state, barely getting by. His older brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had left the house, looking to find business ventures to support the family. The two dogs had died, lowering the morale even more. The family seemed to be falling apart. As time passed, more kids began leaving, looking to find money on the country just like the older brothers. The rent was beginning to rear its ugly head. It didn't take long before the apartment of twelve became an apartment of four; his two sisters, his mother, and Dean. The boy, disheartened, didn't take too long to come to a decision. He, too, would leave the house, and return to support them. While not a smart choice in hindsight, Dean could hardly stand living there. The mere sight of it was unbearable.
So, the boy packed his bags, ready to abandon his old homestead. He left in the night, not stopping to exchange teary farewells or long goodbyes to his sisters or mother. On the way out, Dean Finnigan didn't look back. He'd return soon.
Power:
Sound Manipulation
Power-:
Sonic Boom – He discharges a loud, compressed explosion of sound by his feet, propelling him forward. It can be used in rapid succession, allowing him to scale walls, travel streets, and launch himself at high velocity.
Echo Blast - He dispels a powerful, focused shot of sound, allowing him to disorient or pain an opponent. The blast severely affects the subject's eardrums, resulting in almost immediately damaging and nauseating an enemy that comes into contact with it. The shot doesn't do much physical damage.
Sonar Grenade – He unleashes a tight, compact explosion of sound. The sound grenade can explode with force, and momentarily deaf anyone within radius of the powerful explosion. The effect tends to last from a thirty seconds to a minute, plenty of time for him to escape.
Sound Wave – He releases a wide, large spread of sound, in the shape of a wave. It has a long range, and is particularly useful when he's surrounded. It can disorient enemies within range. It can vibrate powerfully, able to practically dismantle cars.
Audio Manipulation – He can adjust the audio of his voice, ranging from a mere, tiny whisper, only possibly heard by one, or make his voice deafening, and heard across the city. In combat, by magnifying his voice by tenfold, he can near deafen enemies by shouting.
Voice Manipulation – He can adjust the timbre, pitch, and tone of his or others voice with ease. He can imitate any accent or voice perfectly. While not being very useful in combat, it's useful in mundane activities. Since mocking people is a personal favorite past time of his, he uses it whenever he's feeling sour and he needs to let loose on someone.
Other:
Dean Finnigan is an excellent singer, due to ease of controlling and pitching voice. He tends to not use that particular talent, though.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Demorri
Though Jacob had been listening to the boy who's name was apparently 'Nova', his attention was drawn away a few times by a few distractions. The fact that these kids seemed involved in something so mature perplexed him, their appearances reflecting this quite uniquely. The art too was worth putting attention towards, being somewhat ominous but well done once you looked past the shadows.
Nearing the end of the tour, Jacob was glad his hand was released and grabbed it with his free hand, watching as the cart was opened. "Uh, I guess I have one question," Jacob murmured, walking up to the cart and stepping inside it. "What exactly is it you guys do? I mean I saw some of the people wearing these jackets out there and as far as I could tell they were dealing with this guy who'd lost it. The one that can move shadows went after the CTU though," he explained, his hand falling on a jacket that was a similar shade of red to his own. Tentatively he eventually took it off the hook, but didn't put it on right away as he'd like his question answered first. He didn't step out of the train cart yet either, looking back at the two kids with an air of caution.</s>
<|message|>Cruor
Nova and Natasha
Nova shrugged, "Whatever Scorn tells us to, basically. We don't do much since we don,t have any powers, just stay here and keep watch over the place. There are some other Reapers around, so you can talk to them for more info."</s>
<|message|>Jacob Demorri
Though he disliked the incomplete answer, but didn't feel specifically confident searching the dark tunnels for anyone else that might be around. "I'll ask later," he thought aloud, putting the reaper jacket back so he could pull off his old hoodie. It would still do him nicely as somewhere to rest his head, and with a final look over he dropped it outside the train cart and grabbed the reaper jacket. It was different in style; thinner and a bit longer than his old hoodie but still very much the same with a similar colour and the only real difference being the skull and bones painted onto it.
With his somewhat updated look he jumped down out of the cart, looking down at the painted on rib cage before kneeling to scoop up his old jacket. "My uh- my name's Jacob by the way. Thanks for the tour," I told the two of them, the second bit more directed at Nova. "It'd be easy to end them..." something whispered, causing Jacob to flinch and look behind him.</s>
| <|message|>Dean Finnigan
"Intimidation. I'd like to see how you hold up against 300 decibels of sound." Dean muttered, setting aside breakfast. "Let's see your blood wolves form while your organs are displaced."
The boy rose, dusting off his vintage bomber jacket. He examined the sigil, twirling it. The fine, crystallized blood shimmered, catching the late morning light. The reaper's sign was designed to represent fear. If you saw a reaper logo, you'd know that you were stepping in some dangerous territory. A reaper was dangerous, conduit or not. They were ruthless and powerful, with their numbers growing each day. They were presided over by by an insane, chaotic conduit. They were possibly one of the strongest conduit organizations active, and possibly proposed the biggest threat to the syndicate. He unceremoniously stuffed the symbol into his jacket pocket. If he had some time later, he'd burn it, maybe. It would be fun to watch it melt, mixing with gasoline. Or he could shatter it, and see if he could blow out the blood conduit's eardrums permanently. He'd watch him stumble around, all deaf. It would be funny!
He sighed. Alas, he had elsewhere to go. But luckily, he'd be getting something he'd been looking forward to for the past week. Upon his very first trip to New York City, he quickly recognized that it was in a state of turmoil. He'd eventually get caught in crossfire, may it be police v. conduit or conduit v. syndicate. He could attempt to avoid it, but it was inevitable. He'd need a more reliable way to channel his power, something that he could use. Raw noise and sound wasn't quite as reliable as he hoped. It had power, yes, but it lacked control or precision. It was like trying to perform surgery with a butter knife. Though, there was a certain type of sound that was far easier to manipulate. He could bend and twirl it to his will. If he wished, he could hand pick an enemy and focus solely on it. The type of sound was music. While raw power was loud and strong, music was softer and melodic. It had rhythm and tune, with pulses and ticks. It was hard to explain, but music was, in a sense, easier.
So, early on, Dean had started some minor work in the underbelly of New York. The slimy back allies, the abandoned tunnels. He sold and traded, getting his start and earning light money. It took multiple long, dangerous trades, several threats, and death to discover the man he required for his certain job. It was a retired, fugitive engineer, once working under the D.U.P. He had a hand in developing some powerful equipment, but after it's fall, had quickly lost his reputation. He resorted to shady deals and criminal work. So, Dean decided that he was the perfect man for his special job. He commissioned a special job, a refined tool for him, similar to Cole McGrath's very own Amp. It had taken nearly two weeks to complete, but it would be worth it. At least, he hoped. Dean Finnigan stood on the edge of the rooftop, feeling a cool, swift breeze, weaving through his hair. At his lower feet, he felt a powerful pressure begin to build. The air felt electric, and the sound felt dulled around him.
In one, powerful, excellent explosion of sound, he was vaulted forward, launching him across several rooftops, finally landing on another concrete rooftop. He glanced behind him. That was a particularly powerful one, with the air rippling behind him. He shrugged, and continued. Yet another powerful sonic boom vaulted him forward, continuously and continuously.</s> |
<|description|>Dean Finnigan
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Side:
Neutral
Personality:
Dean's personality is mostly a mishmash of all of his other sibling's personalities. He inherited the sarcasm, the cynicism, and egotism of his brothers. He inherited his anger, his argumentativeness, and his temper from his sisters. He inherited his loyalty from his dogs. His entire persona is a very odd mix of clashing personalities. After his life seemed to have so heavily relied on his siblings, he seems to have modeled himself after their most abundant qualities. The unfortunate result is what his personality is. He enjoys mocking and insulting others, being sarcastic, and getting people mad at him.
Biography:
Dean Finnigan was a small, impressionable child. The young boy was born into a family of three mutts, two sisters, one mother, and six brothers. The household was an unadulterated maelstrom of whirling porcelain, ripped drawings, and harsh words. The unfortunate family of children lost their father to a conduit, and their mother was seemingly too depressed and drunk to function. However, lucky enough, the family managed to get through, just barely. The three eldest brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had jobs, and were the appointed "heads" of the house. They managed to pull the family out of the rut by scrimping on the necessities of life; water, food, electricity. So, naturally, the youngest were hardly educated. As a child, Dean Finnigan was generally looked over as useless. He lacked strength or resolve, and seemed to hardly be able to do anything by himself. He even required help to make a meal. So, the boy mostly sat back while his brothers and sisters worked hard trying to survive. The unfortunate family lived in a small apartment, designed to hold a family of four, not twelve. A couple had to nap in sleeping bags on the floor, or in a repurposed kitchen cabinet.
At the age of twelve, Dean Finnigan's powers began to emerge. The first show of power he demonstrated was voice manipulation, imitating his sister after she tossed a box of tissues at him. He discovered he could mimic anyone's voice and timbre perfectly, as long as he'd heard it before. He used it regularly, insulting his brothers or sisters using another voice, and watching a fight break out. It was how he managed to survive and entertain himself during the long years at the household. Soon after, audio manipulation emerged, discovered during a shouting match with his mother. His voice had practically shuddered the house, causing bits of plaster to crumble off the walls. It was after that that his brother's didn't seem to argue with him as much. As more and more time passed, he discovered his other various powers through other situations with his family. If fine china got thrown at him, he'd shudder it with an echo blast and send It flying off course. When his brother blew an air horn in his ear, he threw a Sonar Grenade and nearly made his brother permanently deaf. It went on like this for a long while.
As time passed on, his powers seemed to gradually begin becoming more unstable, rather than more controllable. With little proper training for his power and no time spent in Curdon Cay, It seemed, unlocking his abilities' full potential was a mere pipe dream. Unfortunately, the state of the homestead seemed to also rapidly deteriorate as he aged. His mother seemed be in a horrible state, barely getting by. His older brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had left the house, looking to find business ventures to support the family. The two dogs had died, lowering the morale even more. The family seemed to be falling apart. As time passed, more kids began leaving, looking to find money on the country just like the older brothers. The rent was beginning to rear its ugly head. It didn't take long before the apartment of twelve became an apartment of four; his two sisters, his mother, and Dean. The boy, disheartened, didn't take too long to come to a decision. He, too, would leave the house, and return to support them. While not a smart choice in hindsight, Dean could hardly stand living there. The mere sight of it was unbearable.
So, the boy packed his bags, ready to abandon his old homestead. He left in the night, not stopping to exchange teary farewells or long goodbyes to his sisters or mother. On the way out, Dean Finnigan didn't look back. He'd return soon.
Power:
Sound Manipulation
Power-:
Sonic Boom – He discharges a loud, compressed explosion of sound by his feet, propelling him forward. It can be used in rapid succession, allowing him to scale walls, travel streets, and launch himself at high velocity.
Echo Blast - He dispels a powerful, focused shot of sound, allowing him to disorient or pain an opponent. The blast severely affects the subject's eardrums, resulting in almost immediately damaging and nauseating an enemy that comes into contact with it. The shot doesn't do much physical damage.
Sonar Grenade – He unleashes a tight, compact explosion of sound. The sound grenade can explode with force, and momentarily deaf anyone within radius of the powerful explosion. The effect tends to last from a thirty seconds to a minute, plenty of time for him to escape.
Sound Wave – He releases a wide, large spread of sound, in the shape of a wave. It has a long range, and is particularly useful when he's surrounded. It can disorient enemies within range. It can vibrate powerfully, able to practically dismantle cars.
Audio Manipulation – He can adjust the audio of his voice, ranging from a mere, tiny whisper, only possibly heard by one, or make his voice deafening, and heard across the city. In combat, by magnifying his voice by tenfold, he can near deafen enemies by shouting.
Voice Manipulation – He can adjust the timbre, pitch, and tone of his or others voice with ease. He can imitate any accent or voice perfectly. While not being very useful in combat, it's useful in mundane activities. Since mocking people is a personal favorite past time of his, he uses it whenever he's feeling sour and he needs to let loose on someone.
Other:
Dean Finnigan is an excellent singer, due to ease of controlling and pitching voice. He tends to not use that particular talent, though.</s>
<|message|>Scorn aka Chloe Allaire, Leader of the Reapers
Scorn
"Indeed but we have at least caught her interest," Scorn replied to Cruor pointing at the number burned onto the roof of the building ",I have made my move and my match with her has begun she will definitely be an interesting opponent, much more interesting then the Syndicate or Vanguard. She's hard to judge, she can go either way. For now though we have her interest and that's all that's important. I gave her what I wanted her to hear let her decide whether or not what I said to her keep her at bay or bring her closer. My web still forms none the less while I let those against us chase their tail's."
From her pocket, Scorn pulled a rather beat up looking chess piece that was the queen piece."Oh if you only knew that my favorite game was chess Order. So much alike you and I are. We are two of a kind in more ways then one." She placed the piece on the building's ledge and walked over to Cruor.
"Now what about you, have you had some success in a few new recruits? The more the merrier."
Kiera
Kiera let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Eli calling towards her and walking towards the table."Hello to you to," she said to Eli kissing him back and taking a brief notice at his sign for the back door ",Well Mr. Smith it's time I part and I will say still I know nothing of what you speak of. I have no living relatives." She then made her way back to the exit and made her way out, only hoping Eli wouldn't cause to much of a scene, Zeke even being the most friendly of conduits and accepting of them, he still was also a business owner and didn't like fights breaking out and a conduit fight could lead to a lot of outcomes with the place destroyed.
Thinking of Eli made her realize that seeing a federal agent at the bar questioning her might lead to him questioning why Mr. Smith was even there. This made her nervous once again. Of course she wanted to tell him, they shouldn't keep secrets from one another yet she feared his reaction if she told him she was related to the leader of the Reapers and even had been slightly part of them in Curdon Cay for a time.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Demorri
With his old hoodie under his arm, Jacob had opted to just follow Natasha and Nova back to where he'd found them. Though it was easy to dismiss Jacob had this odd sense of paranoia following him, and couldn't help but feel like the painted skulls were watching.
Once they'd reached Natasha's room, the two of them had begun messing around on a somewhat large and well used laptop. The instant consensus between the two was watching a program but what to watch managed to be something they argued about. Unsure what to do, Jacob threw his old hoodie on the ground and took a seat against the tunnel wall, pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes. He was tired, and down here in the tunnels only made him feel more so but he didn't want to fall asleep. The two children had spoken highly of this 'Scorn' and Jacob figured he owed it to whoever it was to at least introduce himself since he was apparently now part of this organization.
Though he thought he could hear people talking from somewhere down the tunnels, in reality there was only one other reaper down there with them and he didn't plan on staying for long. "What's your biggest fears?" Jacob asked absentmindedly, hardly aware he'd asked the question out loud.</s>
| <|message|>Dean Finnigan
"Ah!" Dean exclaimed, coming across the meeting site. "Here we go."
The workshop of the engineer was an old, rusted sewer room. It reeked of booze and oil, and the sound of hissing steam and clattering steel was a must. The engineer was a jumpy, middle-aged man, behind multiple painful experiments and tests on conduits. The D.U.P's eventual fall drove him to New York, abandoning his old life in favor of shady, underhanded work. Yet another explosion of sound vaulted him forward, landing on a rigid steel traffic light with catlike grace. A more powerful explosion vaulted him again, landing him on the ledge of a concrete building. His form of transportation was an odd, fun mix of conduit abilities and light parkour. He was still attempting to further his experience in parkour, unfortunately, as his first few days consisted of bruised knees and scratched hands. He garnered several questioning looks as a powerful explosion of sound launched him forward, rolling onto an old, weathered sidewalk.
He got up, dusting off his jacket. His transportation tended to attract dust, dirt, and trash. In front of him lay a conduit bar, The Amp. His age, unfortunately, usually got him shooed away from the bar each time he attempted to enter. He briefly peered in, catching a glimpse of several figures. He sighed longingly. In a couple of years, he could be a degenerate alcoholic. For now, the bar was unknowingly the host to the engineer's workshop. He slid around back, ducking through an alleyway. It was a dirty, old, asphalt alleyway, laden with plantlife. He slid the massive, grimy dumpster across a splash of graffiti, revealing a dark, carved cubic hole into the sewer room. The boy took one last look around, slowly dragging the dumpster back across as he lowered himself into the abyss. The odor of gasoline and smoke was already beginning to assault his nose, and the temperature grew noticeably more humid.
He landed with a soft, dulled thump. The room was hardly illuminated, the only source of light being a small, soft orange glow, emanating from a wired bulb in the roof. The room was covered with intrusive pipes, furnaces, and vents. The roof was a maze of steel girders, the floor beaten concrete. On multiple, dusky oaken tables around him, lay various oiled, bronze machinery and gears. The engineer stood just several feet in front of him, facing away. He appeared to be working on a new project. A long, heated hiss filled the room. The engineer was holding a welder that smelted together steel plates. The boy slowly crept up to the engineer, attempting to get a better view of the machine. It appeared to be a gun of some sort, with a long, onyx barrel. A cobweb of neon green lines snaked the barrel, causing it to give off an eerie green glow. He continued creeping up to him, before, with a grin, shoving him with all of his might.
The engineer nearly fell, screaming in surprise. The welder moved erratically. The fine, welded line in the process was ruined, completely off course. "Hey, Phil!" He laughed, doubling over. "You seem a tad jumpy!"
"Eat shit!" Phil yelled, flicking off the welder. He swung around, sliding the sniper behind him. "I'm not in the mood for your goddamn games right now, conduit. I'm trying to make something here, you asshole!"
"Hey, I've been waiting for weeks now. I'm a little antsy here." Dean said, defensive. "I'm going to need that weapon soon."
"It's done, dickhead." Phil said, scowling. He nonchalantly slid the gun into a cabinet, and continued over to a steel container. "I've been frying my ass down here trying to finish it for you. Conduits left and right are coming here, requesting their own weapons and tools. The only reason I finished yours first was because it was so simple. I mean, just a couple of days ago, I had a tar conduit come in requesting a crossbow. That shoots tar slugs."
"You know, Phil, hanging out with you tends to remind me how much I hate you." Dean said, rolling his eyes. "I want to use the weapon. Now."
The engineer sighed, revealing a metal key. He slid it into the steel box, turning it, and opening it. A cool, damp hiss emanated from the container. "I've got it right here." He said, reaching into the box. "I don't see why you wanted me to make it. It would've been real easy for you to make one yourself with a couple of welding lessons. Unfortunately, you're just too stupid and impatient for that."</s> |
<|description|>Jerin Uchiha
Appearance:
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Rank: Jonin
Skills: As a member of the Uchiha clan, Jerin has a natural affinity for combat techniques, including taijutsu and ninjutsu, though he is extremely adept at genjutsu and shurikenjutsu. Is also skilled at Oragami, though that's more of a hobby.
Specialty: Taijutsu, Genjutsu, Ninjutsu, Strategy, Ocular Genjutsu, Shurikenjutsu
Jutsu:
-Substitution Jutsu (E-Rank)
-Transformation Jutsu (E-Rank)
-Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique (C-Rank)
-Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Flower Nail Crimson (B-Rank)
-Lightning Release: Chidori (A-Rank)
-Lightning Release: Chidori Spear (A-Rank)
-Lightning Release: Chidori Storm- While the opponent is under the effects of Tsukuyomi, Jerin unleashes a barrage of Chidori strikes on them.(B-Rank)
-Fire Release: Flaming Tiger Swipe- Unleashes a flaming tiger that swipes at an opponent, lands, turns and swipes again. (C-Rank)
-Lightning Release: Lightning Illusion Flash of Lightning Pillar
-Uchiha Flame Formation
-Genjutsu: Tsukuyomi
Equipment: Shurikenx30, kunaix30, thin metal wires, senbonx20, windmill shurikenx2,Exploding Notex15
Kekkei Genkai: Jerin is one of the members of the Uchiha clan that can utilize the Sharingan.
Other Clan Traits: As an Uchiha, Jerin holds powerful chakra, with the capability for exceptionally strong techniques, as well as a natural aptitude for anything combat-related, from taijutsu to the Uchiha specilization of shurikenjutsu. He also has a natural affinity for the Fire Release nature transformation.
Personality: Caring and protective, but hidden under a cool and unattached external facade that can be broken if you know how.
History: Jerin is the youngest child of Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha and the only son. Growing up, Sasuke spent a lot of time with him to help them both escape a house full of females and so Sasuke could begin training him to be the best ninja he could and bring pride to the Uchiha name that Jerin's grandparents had managed to destroy when they plotted to attack Konoha. One of the first techniques the young boy mastered was the Great Fireball Technique, a ninjutsu that the Uchiha clan had been using for years. Then came the Uchiha Flame Formation and several others, with the young boy taking to any combat oriented challenge thrown his way, mastering most tai and ninjutsu techniques he saw and was taught very quickly. This resulted in him graduating top of his class from the Academy.
As he grew older, he and his team grew exponentially in skill and both individual and team strength, soon taking A ranked missions on a regular basis. After the Jonin exams, which he passed, he and the team medic, Emiko, formed their own team with only the two of them. This ended in tragedy when Emiko was killed by a rival team from the Village hidden in the Sand, Sunagakure. As she bled out in his arms, an ironic fate for a medic, his sharingan awakened and he finished the mission, returning home with the body of his fallen comrade.
Other: N/A for now</s>
<|message|>Dango Akane
Dango continued his run, wire remnants of the traps trailing behind him from his arms and legs. They didn't slow him down too much, but they did cause him to trip quite a bit more; he was used to doing that, so he prioritized running over taking the strands of wire off. "Besides," Dango thought to himself, already planning on how to capture his sensei. "I'm disabling the traps for my teammates by going ahead, and I can stop him from escaping with Sly Mind Affect." Dango didn't really think about what would happen after that, but they'd figure something out at some point.
After sometime, Dango found himself being lifted upward and upside-down by the ankle. "H-hey?" Dango said as he looked down(up) at his suspended ankle, confused by the sudden flip between the sky and ground. Well, this was new. As interested as he was with trying to figure out how the trap worked, he decided that it would be better to get himself down first; with the wires and kunai dangling from him, Dango looked like an extremely dangerous piñata that dropped pointy objects instead of candy. Before that, however, Dango heard Ranko's shout. Dango tried to shout back an response, but the sudden excitement caused his words to twist into something nigh incomprehensible.</s>
<|message|>Ranko Kuromine
"Yes sir~! I'm in super serious mode!" Ranko said, giggling a bit. While it didn't seem like it, she was actually completely aware that this was a battlefield, one she may not be able to get out of unscathed if she wasn't actually serious. The sole name of 'Uchiha' was enough for her to be in super serious mode. After all, she wanted to take an arm or a leg home with her, if possible. Not that it was actually a possibility, but Ranko wanted to think that it was. "Besides, it's better to have your eyes always in the prize, Nagachin! Gives you something to strive to!"
Then, she heard something, coming from the woods. Probably Dango, though it sounded more like an animal. She jumped behing Nagato. "Kyaa~! Nagachin, save me~!" She said, jokingly, before laughing. She then turned more serious, or what could be serious for her. "Dangogo! We are coming for you, don't worry! We'll be there right away~!" She shouted back, before turning around to Nagato and smiling. "Let's go get him." She said, before disappearing with a dash</s>
<|message|>Nayta Hyuga
nagato could barely keep up with Ranko. Her behavior, that is. She was so quick to move and speak and do things. he wasn't sure he could get used to this. But of course he would have too. "Alright alright." He sighed feeling he'd just have to give up on handling things quietly. And with that he dashed off after her. Luckily they were heading in the same direction. Dango's direction. Otherwise it might have been bad for them to get separated further. And as the upside down ninja came into view he pulled a shuriken. "Think you can catch yourself?" He asked Dango. Still he didn't wait. He simply threw the shuriken. It flew and cut through his binding and he would soon drop. Though if Ranko didn't try to help Nagato would, which was obvious by his continued hurried movement. He would try his damnest to catch the guy if he had to.
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"Crazy? Fool? You think insulting me will make my words any less true?" Nayta Hyuga laughed at the words of his teammates as he listened to each of them. "I'm a Hyuga. I can easily be both of you. If you guys want you can come at me one at a time or altogether." He scoffed at the mention of the uchiha. Bunch of overrated emo pricks in his opinion. Though he knew certain people would likely scold him in his household or attack him verbally elsewhere were he to speak so boldly aloud. He didn't want those unnecessary problems. "You no name ninja are willing to try and teach me a lesson if you want. It wouldn't be the first time someone weak tried." He taunted with a slight grin displaying his glee. "Come on. Make a move." He could activate the Byakugan at a moment's notice and still counter. He was ready. "I'm oh so excited to see the despair in your eyes when I finished beating the living crap out of each of you."</s>
<|message|>Angelo Gorou
Angelo growled loudly at his arrogance! Damn it he was the next head and yet he's acting like a king! "Damn your mine!" Angelo called out as he charged in throwing a set of needles his way, he knew that he could use palm rotation and that meant he could easily deflect but that's what Angelo was hoping for the second he finishes the rotation he will be vulnerable to attack, all Angelo needs to do is get in his personal space or to use perfect timing and with his dark eyes he will notice if he does any tells showing the end of his rotation as Angelo charged straight on waiting for the timing he needed...</s>
<|message|>Jerin Uchiha
As the shuriken cut the string that was holding Dango up, the three Genin could hear something break in the underbrush, something that sounded an awful lot like metal string tied to something being released. Then they could hear the whistling of kunai flying through the air towards them. Jerin watched from right above them, judging their reaction times and waiting for the right moment to use his genjutsu on the group. He had no doubt that Nagato would catch on quickly, he had a rough idea of what Jerin could do, but he only needed a split second to put them off balance and split them up. If he did it right, they wouldn't catch on until too late.</s>
<|message|>Dango Akane
As the rope released Dango's ankle, he heard a sharp snap of a wire breaking. At almost the same time, he saw the glint of a kunai fly from behind two running towards him. "A trap?!" Dango reacted instinctively, planting his hand on top of Ranko's head to propel himself towards a nearby tree. "I hope she doesn't get mad at me for that," Dango thought as he contacted with the plant. He immediately bounced off of it towards Nagato, vaulting over him to catch the rapid projectile. He caught it with his shoulder, but technically succeeded with what he was trying to do. Quickly recovering from his head-first landing, Dango ran towards them asking, "H-hey, a-re you guysh okay?" He pulled the kunai from his shoulder, where a steady stream of blood leaked out. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt too much. "I guess it's because I hurt myself normally...?"</s>
<|message|>Ranko Kuromine
In a split second, Dango showed everyone that he wasn't just clumsy. He did use Ranko's head as a stepping stone, yes, but well, that definitely looked cool. If it wasn't for the fact that he was now bleeding. And that kunai were flying at her too. Well, she could very well just dodge them, and so she did, jumping in childish motions and ducking as it was some kind of game, all the while with a smile on her face. "Hehe, this is fun! Dangerous, but fun! I think the danger makes it more fun!" Ranko said while dodging the kunais. After she was sure that she had avoided the danger, she dusted her head off. What Dango just did probably had left a footprint on her head. "That was cool, Dangogo! Nagachin, I hope you aren't swiss cheese by now." Ranko smiled in Nagato's direction, hoping not to see her teammate full of holes. "Now, where could sensei be?" She looked at the trees with curious eyes, trying to make out something, anything, that looked remotely human.</s>
<|message|>Nayta Hyuga
Nagato reacted almost as quickly as the rest of his team. So far nobody was really useless in any sense. Even Dango had his moments. They had to work on his clumsiness though. "Check his wo..." He stopped as he hopped backwards with the Kunai coming at him. He swiped his hand upward causing a vertical wave of chakra to burst forward. "Beast Wave Palm!" He spoke quickly not wasting time in dispatching the kunai before they could get to him. "Get down!" He said quickly lunging at his teammates. He place a hand on both of their heads and forced them downward with him just a bit. If he knew his uncle at all, he was gonna try and get in a genjutsu. "Close your eyes for a moment." He glanced around quickly beforeclosing his own eyes. Right now it was all about his other senses. Something like this was the least a ninja could do. He had to focus on everything around him. Listen, feel, etc. Anything to try and gauge a surprise attack and maybe, just maybe, defend against his uncle. If nothing came than that was fine. It was better to be cautious than to be sorry.
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Nayta chuckled slightly at the attack. "Your's? Sorry, but I don't swing that way buddy." He joked taunting his opponent as he moved to the side out of the way of the needles. This attack was pretty simple. Angelo may had had a plan, but it wasn't like Nayto was an idiot. For the most part he wasn't planning on using his abilities. "But if that's all you've got I'll be pretty bored beating you up." He laughed as he charged forward. He was cocky. Too cocky. He didn't feel Angelo was worthy of wasting the Eight Trigrams techniques on. This would likely heat Angelo up further, which was partially Nayta's plan. This was going better than he thought.</s>
<|message|>Angelo Gorou
Angelo was about to get angrier but he remembered that although he was cocky as hell that didn't mean he was a moron, he was trying to make Angelo angry so he would mess up well that could work both ways. really? cause I feel pretty bad letting you think you can win! Angelo said as he got closer and took out his needles and although he couldn't make any lethal attacks he could stop him in his tracks. Angelo got close and threw his needles at him knowing he would try to dodge or use his rotation because they weren't very far from him if he did nether he would be hit through the chest. Then Angelo jumped into the air above him and got ready to throw his second set of needles so if he did either then that would still leave Angelo open for the shot the second time. Angelo wasn't going to loose to someone who takes what he has for granted and if need be Angelo will use his blade of wind just to prove that he has the power to give him a real fight and to not toy with Angelo...</s>
| <|message|>Jerin Uchiha
As the last of the kunai hit the ground, Jerin didn't move, didn't hardly breath, letting his ninja skills take over as he waited for the right moment. Nagato had remembered that he was one of the village's most skilled users of Genjutsu, a good thing to remember for this, but the attack that he expected never came. Instead, when the trio hit the dirt, it gave way underneath them and dropped them into a pit filled with leaves. Enough to cushion the landing, but few enough that they still felt it. Jerin mentally laughed. He'd almost forgotten he'd set that up the day before just in case his kunai bait trap didn't work. Or if it worked too well. Well done Nagato, but it seems you didn't consider a double layer trap being two traps. You're a impulsive as your grandfather sometimes...</s> |
<|description|>Dominique Auclair
So, I know I said 2, but I only have inspiration for 1, so sorry
Player name: Dreamcaster
Position in RP: Witch
Age: 20
Occupation before coming to the Island: college and waitress job
Reason to Come to the Island: Dom was tired of her life and wanted something better for herself, maybe even make some friends.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dominique had finally done it. She'd finally gathered up enough courage to pack up everything she owned and take the deal. And now she was there, in the airport, alone with her things. Well, alone wasn't exactly true, what with all the people bustling around her, but she was still alone. Though, she figured, it wasn't any different than her daily life. Her life before, anyway. This was a new start, a fresh start. This was Dom finally taking control of her life. It felt good, it felt really good.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
A stewardess walked u to a female in the sitting area and spoke to a few people until she came to Dominique.
"Excuse me but did you receive a letter in the mail about having a free trip to the tropical paradise island of Kahoolawe, Hawaii?"</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
She nodded. "Yes, I did. My name's Dominique Auclair. Why do you wish to know?"</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Your private jet will be ready for take off in 30 minutes. Here is your sign up money of $500 dollars. If you want to buy anything, feel free to do so. I'll meet you at the rope in fifteen minutes." she spoke as she handed Dominique the envelope.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Her eyebrows rose a bit in surprise. A private jet? Such an expense, just for Dom. "Thank you ma'am," Dominique said, taking the envelope. She thought about what to do with the money. It was nice to have, and the thing about money was when you had it, you wanted to spend it. But, that was unwise at this time. She may need it later. Making her decision and resolving, Dominique stashed the money away safely and kept an eye on the clock. When it was time, she went to the rope and looked for her guide.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The stewardess walked down the ramp to escort her only passenger to the jet plane.
"Follow me please. You are the sole passenger on this trip. Feel free to ask for anything that you want. The chairs will recline when you are ready to rest. There is a pillow and soft blanket waiting for you." she spoke.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden thanked the servant then walked to the room across from Molly's. He grabbed the key from the wall and walked in. Dresden stared in amazement at Molly he elegance of the room. Then he pulled the entertainment file up on his personal diary. He put down his books, music, and laptop.Then he pulled up the living arrangements file. He studied the questions and thought about what to put.
1) Color and type of sheets, quilt, pillows: Blue flannel
2) Rug type: Thick black
3) Darkening or regular bedroom curtains and color: darkening and black
4) Bathroom towels and wash clothes: Red
5) Name tag color and name color: Black with blue lettering
6) Anything else?: Dry Erase Board and Markers</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dominique wasn't all that surprised she was the only passenger, seeing how things had gone for her so far. She smiled warmly, "Thank you." She secured her belongings and relaxed into a seat, sighing in relief. Her waitress job, which she had quit only two days ago, when she had chosen to go, had often kept her on her feet and moving.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Once they were in the air, the stewardess came by.
"Would you like anything to eat or drink? A movie perhaps? We will be there in about seven hours." she asked.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom thought. "Could I have some water please? And thank you for the movie offer, but I'm fine for now." She grabbed her backpack and puled out some pencils and a sketchbook and started drawing.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly found a laundry room at the end of the hall. They did not need any coins to operate which was nice as long as everyone shared the washers and dryers. She headed back towards her room. When she arrived at her room, she went back inside. She hung up her key. She went to the second closet to see if anything had changed. Inside she found a cart with her name on it. She pulled out the cart and she had all the items that she had ordered and more. She then put everything away and made her bed. Now she could simple do what ever she wanted. She was hungry so she opened her Personal Diary to see where to go for meals. She found the information in Introduction to Living Arrangements folder. Each meal was listed- breakfast at 6AM, Lunch at 12 noon, Supper at 6 PM. There was a vending area where a person could spend their money.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The stewardess brought a glass of ice water.
"Here you are. When do you want your meal and would you like fried chicken, rib eye steak or fish fillet?"</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dominique accepted the glass of water and thanked the stewardess with a smile. "Hmm...how about fried chicken in an hour or two?"</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden set the personal diary on his dresing table. He then looked at the room in a little more depth. He was amazed by the extravagance of the room though it was still so simple. He liked it he looked in the first closet and it was just a closet though he figured it would be. Though the second closet surprised him it was an elevator. Though inside the elevator was a box with all the things he wanted from his things. He set his things on the table by his personal diary and saw the diary had updated some. He saw that the food schedule and where the vending area was. So he left his room with his key around his neck and took a look around.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"I shall have it ready then. Feel free to call of you want anything." the stewardess spoke.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
"Thank you." Dominique turned back to her art and continued to sketch. She wasn't sure what she was drawing exactly, but she felt good.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly heard the door next to hers and she hurried over to the door. She opened it and called Dresden
"Want some company? I found where the laundry room is and according to the map, the dining room is downstairs and so is a vending machine. I have some change and I would like a snack."</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden stopped his hand from hitting Molly mid knock. He nodded his head smiling and said "Yeah I was looking at my personal diary and saw the location of the vending machines. So I decided to go get something to eat and drink. I was about ask if you wanted anything or to come with me."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Let me get my key and we can go together. I wonder what our next step is. I'm leaving my Personal Diary in the room for now." Molly came out of her room and smiled at Dresden.
"I'm ready to go now."</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Harry waited for Molly to get her key. Then when she came back and said smiling that she was ready. He returned her smile with his own. Then started walking and saying "Well the lets head to the vending machines." He looked at all the other rooms in the hallway and said "I guess they were expecting more then 2 people to come to this experience. What do you think?"</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
It felt like it had been a long time to Dominique. "Excuse me, will we be there soon?" she asked politely.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Yes we should be landing in an hour. Once we are there, you will half an hour to get to the ferry. From there you will be taken to a hotel where you will start your new journey." the stewardess reassured Dominique.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom nodded. "Oh, all right. Thank you." She made sue she understood the plan in her head. Land, go immediately to the ferry, start new journey at the hotel. It seemed easy enough.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly nodded. "There are enough rooms for twenty people. And a large Laundry room. I wonder what other things we will find. It seems that each step is given just when we needed the information some how. That in it's self is strange."
The plane soon landed and the stewardess opened the door.
"Thank you for flying with us. I hope that you have a pleasant journey."</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom smiled. "No, thank you for taking me here. Have a safe trip to wherever you're going next." She got her things and got off the plane. She went straight to find this ferry.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Good day miss. I am your Captain. Here is your Personal Diary." the captain hands Dom a box.
"Please have a seat in the lounge. In there you may begin your Journey. There are various snacks as well."
Once the box is open, you will find a folder called Welcoming
Please fill in the following questions truthfully.
Welcoming Form
1) Name:
2) Age:
3) Gender:
4) Personality:
5) What kind of a job do you hold:
6) Why do you want to live the outside world:
7) Your preferred name:
8) Your secret name: you do not yet have this information
9) Sexual preference:
10) Top five hobbies:</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden mulled over the thought of it all being given to them pretty much when they need it. Then after a brief moment of that he said "Well I bet if we try and figure it out we'll find more question. That said the best way to best way to find things is by searching and asking questions." He figure thats what they were gonna have to do then.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dominique smiled and thank the man and took a seat. She looked over the questionnaire and started filling it out
Please fill in the following questions truthfully.
Welcoming Form
1) Name: Dominique Auclair
2) Age: 20
3) Gender: Female
4) Personality: I'm smart, good at listening, and I like to think I'm friendly and kind. However, I can be a bit stubborn and like to do things my way.
5) What kind of a job do you hold: I had a waitress job and went to college.
6) Why do you want to live the outside world: I think it will provide a better life for me, be far less boring, and maybe I'll make some friends.
7) Your preferred name: Dominique or Dom
8) Your secret name: you do not yet have this information
9) Sexual preference: Straight
10) Top five hobbies: Reading, Listening to Music, Watching Movies, Graphic Design and Swimming</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The Captain came in and spoke.
"We are at the pier now and it is time to disembark. Just follow the path to the hotel where you will spend the night."</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom looked up and nodded. "Okay, thank you sir." Dominique grabbed her things, including the new box and Personal Diary, and got off the ferry and started walking down the winding path. It was certainly pretty here. She began to wonder if there were others here. She hoped she wasn't late.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The person in the hotel was ready to greet her when Dom got there.
"Good day, miss. Here is your key to your room. Please read the folder when you get to your room, please. Please enjoy your stay." he spoke warmly.
Molly smiled at Harry as she spoke.
"Perhaps we should find a place where we can ask questions on our Personal Diary? I think that is worth a shot."</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden considered that and said "Well, as I said trying to find out new information brings up new questions. In this case it were would we go to ask about our personal diary." This was tough because they didnt have very much information.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Let's sit in the dining room area and decide what we need to ask and how we should ask the questions that we have." Molly suggested.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden nodded saying "Yeah that works for me. We can get our food and eat too." He thought for a little bit then continued saying "It'll give us a good way bounce ideas off each others. Thats a good way to figure things out sometimes."</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom took her key. "Thank you." Then she went to her room, where she took her folder and opened it up.
Welcoming Form
1) Name: Dominique Auclair
2) Age: 21
3) Gender: Female
4) Personality: I'm smart, good at listening, and I like to think I'm friendly and kind. However, I can be a bit stubborn and like to do things my way.
5) What kind of a job do you hold: I had a waitress job and went to college.
6) Why do you want to live away from the outside world: I think it will provide a better life for me, be far less boring, and maybe I'll make some friends.
7) Your preferred name: Dom or Dominique
8) Your secret name: you do not yet have this information
9) Sexual preference: Straight
10) Top five hobbies: Reading, watching movies, drawing, graphic design, listening to music
11) Top five favorite colors: blue, purple, gold, red, silver
12) Top five favorite foods: chicken, pastas, fruits, cookies, lemonade
13) Top five favorite animals- real or mythical: cats, deer, birds, foxes, tigers
14) Top five pet peeves: People who go out of their way to make others' lives miserable, people that watch me draw over my shoulder, people that read over my shoulder, people who act like they're above others, staring
15) Top five things that would be easy to give up: my job, my apartment, schedules, deadlines, fear
16) Top five things that would be hard to give up: my art, my books, my music, color, being alive
17) What deities do you know of: none</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
A movie began to play...
A servant came up to her and spoke quietly
"Are you ready to enter a new world"</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom watched the movie and looked at the servant. There was something oddly significant about the way he said that. "Yes, I am."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Good. please follow me to the elevator." the servant spoke softly.
Once they were in the elevator, the servant once more spoke
"Have you learned anything about yourself yet?"</s>
| <|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom frowned as she contemplated. "I'm not entirely sure. But I might be on to something."</s> |
<|description|>Dominique Auclair
So, I know I said 2, but I only have inspiration for 1, so sorry
Player name: Dreamcaster
Position in RP: Witch
Age: 20
Occupation before coming to the Island: college and waitress job
Reason to Come to the Island: Dom was tired of her life and wanted something better for herself, maybe even make some friends.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The Captain came in and spoke.
"We are at the pier now and it is time to disembark. Just follow the path to the hotel where you will spend the night."</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom looked up and nodded. "Okay, thank you sir." Dominique grabbed her things, including the new box and Personal Diary, and got off the ferry and started walking down the winding path. It was certainly pretty here. She began to wonder if there were others here. She hoped she wasn't late.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The person in the hotel was ready to greet her when Dom got there.
"Good day, miss. Here is your key to your room. Please read the folder when you get to your room, please. Please enjoy your stay." he spoke warmly.
Molly smiled at Harry as she spoke.
"Perhaps we should find a place where we can ask questions on our Personal Diary? I think that is worth a shot."</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden considered that and said "Well, as I said trying to find out new information brings up new questions. In this case it were would we go to ask about our personal diary." This was tough because they didnt have very much information.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Let's sit in the dining room area and decide what we need to ask and how we should ask the questions that we have." Molly suggested.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden nodded saying "Yeah that works for me. We can get our food and eat too." He thought for a little bit then continued saying "It'll give us a good way bounce ideas off each others. Thats a good way to figure things out sometimes."</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom took her key. "Thank you." Then she went to her room, where she took her folder and opened it up.
Welcoming Form
1) Name: Dominique Auclair
2) Age: 21
3) Gender: Female
4) Personality: I'm smart, good at listening, and I like to think I'm friendly and kind. However, I can be a bit stubborn and like to do things my way.
5) What kind of a job do you hold: I had a waitress job and went to college.
6) Why do you want to live away from the outside world: I think it will provide a better life for me, be far less boring, and maybe I'll make some friends.
7) Your preferred name: Dom or Dominique
8) Your secret name: you do not yet have this information
9) Sexual preference: Straight
10) Top five hobbies: Reading, watching movies, drawing, graphic design, listening to music
11) Top five favorite colors: blue, purple, gold, red, silver
12) Top five favorite foods: chicken, pastas, fruits, cookies, lemonade
13) Top five favorite animals- real or mythical: cats, deer, birds, foxes, tigers
14) Top five pet peeves: People who go out of their way to make others' lives miserable, people that watch me draw over my shoulder, people that read over my shoulder, people who act like they're above others, staring
15) Top five things that would be easy to give up: my job, my apartment, schedules, deadlines, fear
16) Top five things that would be hard to give up: my art, my books, my music, color, being alive
17) What deities do you know of: none</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
A movie began to play...
A servant came up to her and spoke quietly
"Are you ready to enter a new world"</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom watched the movie and looked at the servant. There was something oddly significant about the way he said that. "Yes, I am."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Good. please follow me to the elevator." the servant spoke softly.
Once they were in the elevator, the servant once more spoke
"Have you learned anything about yourself yet?"</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom frowned as she contemplated. "I'm not entirely sure. But I might be on to something."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Is it hard to figure out what you have learned so far?" the servant asked as they arrive at the floor.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
"A bit," Dominique admitted. "But, it shouldn't be too hard. Thank you," she added as the elevator stopped.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"You may choose a room here that is not already chosen. Two other Initiates are here. Think on your answer. Put it in your diary. Enjoy your stay.
The first step to Enlightenment is Self Discovery." The servant spoke as the door open.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
"All right." Dom walked around, finally choosing a room and walking in. As she set her stuff down, she thought about herself, whether she had noticed anything about herself, any changes, anything remarkable. After some thought, she typed in her personal diary, I think I might be brave. Coming here all alone, not sure what I'm doing, but setting aside my fears and worries and doing it anyway. That's bravery, isn't it? She looked down at what she wrote, and felt satisfied that she had an answer.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
You sit down to read what was in the Personal Diary. Two new folders appeared on the screen, Personal Entertainment and Introduction to Living Arrangements. You open the Personal Entertainment Folder first. Then Answer the following questions:
What three items do you wish to have for entertainment?
Next you opened the Introduction to Living Arrangements folder.
Choose what kind of decorations that you wish to have in your room from the list below.
1) Color and type of sheets, quilt, pillows: IE: green flannel
2) Bedroom rug type:
3) Darkening or regular bedroom curtains and color:
4) Bathroom towels and wash clothes:
5) Name tag color and name color:
6) Anything else?:
Inside was a full size bed with no sheets, a desk, a chair, a dresser and a dressing table. A bathroom was off to one side. A bathtub/shower combination was inside. You began to look round the room. You see two closets in the room, opened the first one and it was a normal closet. The second one was strange though. It had an elevator door but there were no buttons. By the door is a key on a lanyard.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom started.
Three items -art supplies, music, books
1) Color and type of sheets, quilt, pillows: purple satin
2) Bedroom rug type: blue Persian
3) Darkening or regular bedroom curtains and color: regular purple
4) Bathroom towels and wash clothes: blue
5) Name tag color and name color: purple and gold
6) Anything else?: not right now</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
A message came through on Dom's Personal Diary. You have the rest of the day off. Please answer the question that Servant asked you. . Your items will be in your cart in fifteen minutes. ()
"Let's pose a few question to Null. I would like to know when classes will begin. What would you like to have asked?" Molly spoke asshe typed in her question.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
(ok fine with me)
Dresden thought about this for a bit. Then said "Yeah when it starts is a good thing to ask." Dresden started typing and continued "I'm gonna ask him why he wanted to start this island? Plus I'm interested on how he afforded all of this because this is amazing."</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
The rest of the day off? Cool. She smiled a bit, amused sat her own reaction. She was like a school-age kid that had a snow day. But then, whenever she got a day off from work, she was happy too. She never really did get days off work. After some thought, she typed in her personal diary, I think I might be brave. Coming here all alone, not sure what I'm doing, but setting aside my fears and worries and doing it anyway. That's bravery, isn't it? She looked down at what she wrote, and felt satisfied that she had an answer. Then, she stretched out on her bed and waited for the items to be delivered to her cart.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Soon on Molly's and Dresden's Personal Diary.
I see that the two of you have been thinking. That is very good. The classes have already begun. The first class is to understand yourself. All of your classes are called Enlightenment. Each set of classes are called Steps to Enlightenment. Here are the first three steps.
1) Discovery of yourself through a questionnaire.
2) Exploring your answers.
3) Meditation
The money for this project was given by many donors. It was created to see if man could isolate themselves from the outside world. Many lost interest in what their money was going to. A predecessor left all of the money in a trust fund and it is carefully managed. We also sell many things that we do not want or need. We make many things for the outside world but rarely import anything. There are few people that wish to live here but yet are not ready to be students of Enlightenment. At the moment there are only three here, the two of you plus one who just came today.
Molly nodded as she read the answers. At the moment she could only think of the next instruction session.
"When are we going to answer the next set of questions?" she typed into the Personal Diary.
You may begin when all of your questions are finished.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden thought about the answers given now and the questionnaire they were given back on the boat. He then wrote one his personal diary asking 'Was that first questionnaire part of the first class?'</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The set of questions that you answer when you were given the your Personal Diary was the beginning of your classes. When you are ready and done with your asking of questions, you will be given your next set of questions. You will doing a new class today as well as your first class. As you progress through the various classes you will be gaining Enlightenment.That is why the classes are called Steps to Enlightenment. The First Step of Enlightenment is Discovery of yourself through a questionnaire. The Second Step of Enlightenment is Exploring your answers.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden thought for a few moments then looked at Molly. He asked her "Do you have anymore questions? I have asked all the questions that I have now. So if your all done we should get started with the second class.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"I can't think of any more at the moment so I am ready to move on." Molly spoke as she typed.
You may study and do most classes where you feel the most comfortable. Do you mind if a second person join your group? You may answer after you answer the set of questions. Here is your next set of questions.
18) Will you be able to leave behind all of the worldly things that you know:
19) What things would be impossible to leave behind:
20) What would happen if you were to lose everything that you own in the world:
21) What if you could have access to both worlds- one without worldly possessions and one with them, would you be happy?:
22) Who in the world do you need contact with and why:
23) What does money mean to you:</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden looked over the questions that just showed up on his screen. He then answered each carefully and thoughtfully so he didnt forget anything.
18)Will you be able to leave behind all of the worldly things that you know: yes
19) What things would be impossible to leave behind: helping people who are in great need.
20) What would happen if you were to lose everything that you own in the world: I would rebuild from the ground up.
21) What if you could have access to both worlds- one without worldly possessions and one with them, would you be happy?: I am unsure about how I would feel
22) Who in the world do you need contact with and why: No one, I wasnt close to anyone
23) What does money mean to you: Money is an item use too much in the world to show power. It should be used to help those in need. Not show who is better then who.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly began to type her answers
18) Will you be able to leave behind all of the worldly things that you know: Maybe not all but perhaps with a substitute item, I could.
19) What things would be impossible to leave behind: Just my gameboy and books......
20) What would happen if you were to lose everything that you own in the world: The only thing that is logical- start over,
21) What if you could have access to both worlds- one without worldly possessions and one with them, would you be happy?: I would be as long as I don't have to talk to anyone from the outside.
22) Who in the world do you need contact with and why: I have no family left who cares about me so I have no need to contact anyone.
23) What does money mean to you: Just a means to buy what I want and need.
It is time for you to start Enlightenment Step Three. Please meet with the two servants and follow their instructions.
Two servants were standing close be.
"Shall we go and see what the next step is all about?" Molly asked nervously.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden looked at Molly then at the two servents after reading the meassage about the next step. After a brief moment he turned too Molly and said "Isn't it strange how the servents arent tbere one moment then are tere the next. They must have some way to travel quickly and quietly through the halls." After contemplating this thought for a minute or two. He stood up saying "Oh well I think I've wasted enough time thinking now. Lets see whats next shall we." He then offered his had to help Molly get up.</s>
| <|message|>Dominique Auclair
After a few minutes, Dominique got up from the bed and went to her closet. Inside, there was a cart, and when she opened it she found all of her items. She wondered how the cart had gotten there. It was probably just another mysterious part of the island that she may discover the workings of later. She took out her items and started setting up her room.</s> |
<|description|>Dominique Auclair
So, I know I said 2, but I only have inspiration for 1, so sorry
Player name: Dreamcaster
Position in RP: Witch
Age: 20
Occupation before coming to the Island: college and waitress job
Reason to Come to the Island: Dom was tired of her life and wanted something better for herself, maybe even make some friends.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden thought about the answers given now and the questionnaire they were given back on the boat. He then wrote one his personal diary asking 'Was that first questionnaire part of the first class?'</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The set of questions that you answer when you were given the your Personal Diary was the beginning of your classes. When you are ready and done with your asking of questions, you will be given your next set of questions. You will doing a new class today as well as your first class. As you progress through the various classes you will be gaining Enlightenment.That is why the classes are called Steps to Enlightenment. The First Step of Enlightenment is Discovery of yourself through a questionnaire. The Second Step of Enlightenment is Exploring your answers.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden thought for a few moments then looked at Molly. He asked her "Do you have anymore questions? I have asked all the questions that I have now. So if your all done we should get started with the second class.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"I can't think of any more at the moment so I am ready to move on." Molly spoke as she typed.
You may study and do most classes where you feel the most comfortable. Do you mind if a second person join your group? You may answer after you answer the set of questions. Here is your next set of questions.
18) Will you be able to leave behind all of the worldly things that you know:
19) What things would be impossible to leave behind:
20) What would happen if you were to lose everything that you own in the world:
21) What if you could have access to both worlds- one without worldly possessions and one with them, would you be happy?:
22) Who in the world do you need contact with and why:
23) What does money mean to you:</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden looked over the questions that just showed up on his screen. He then answered each carefully and thoughtfully so he didnt forget anything.
18)Will you be able to leave behind all of the worldly things that you know: yes
19) What things would be impossible to leave behind: helping people who are in great need.
20) What would happen if you were to lose everything that you own in the world: I would rebuild from the ground up.
21) What if you could have access to both worlds- one without worldly possessions and one with them, would you be happy?: I am unsure about how I would feel
22) Who in the world do you need contact with and why: No one, I wasnt close to anyone
23) What does money mean to you: Money is an item use too much in the world to show power. It should be used to help those in need. Not show who is better then who.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly began to type her answers
18) Will you be able to leave behind all of the worldly things that you know: Maybe not all but perhaps with a substitute item, I could.
19) What things would be impossible to leave behind: Just my gameboy and books......
20) What would happen if you were to lose everything that you own in the world: The only thing that is logical- start over,
21) What if you could have access to both worlds- one without worldly possessions and one with them, would you be happy?: I would be as long as I don't have to talk to anyone from the outside.
22) Who in the world do you need contact with and why: I have no family left who cares about me so I have no need to contact anyone.
23) What does money mean to you: Just a means to buy what I want and need.
It is time for you to start Enlightenment Step Three. Please meet with the two servants and follow their instructions.
Two servants were standing close be.
"Shall we go and see what the next step is all about?" Molly asked nervously.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden looked at Molly then at the two servents after reading the meassage about the next step. After a brief moment he turned too Molly and said "Isn't it strange how the servents arent tbere one moment then are tere the next. They must have some way to travel quickly and quietly through the halls." After contemplating this thought for a minute or two. He stood up saying "Oh well I think I've wasted enough time thinking now. Lets see whats next shall we." He then offered his had to help Molly get up.</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
After a few minutes, Dominique got up from the bed and went to her closet. Inside, there was a cart, and when she opened it she found all of her items. She wondered how the cart had gotten there. It was probably just another mysterious part of the island that she may discover the workings of later. She took out her items and started setting up her room.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
In Dominique's Personal Diary, a new message was sent to her.
You may eat in the dining room and eat the snacks in the lounge area. They are located on the first floor. You may speak to any of your fellow Initiates there as well. It is considered a meeting area.
Molly took his hand with a smile. "Yes, let's go see what the next class is all about."
Not very far away were two servants who were escort them to their next class.
"Please follow us."
The two servants lead them to a room that had individual stalls.
"This is where you will take off all of your clothes. Your clothes will be cleaned and placed in your room. Once you have disrobed, please come out for the next step." One servant spoke from inside of the cloak. One could not tell whether the servant was male or female.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden looked at Molly quequestionally. He found it odd that they would have him and her just step back out completely naked even though they were different genders. From the look of the servents though he doubted they cared about gender much. He stepped into one of the stalls and started taking off his clothes. He felt kinda odd doing that when he was about to step back out again. Only this time naked and in front of people he didnt know and was only starting to know. While he took of his clothes he said to Molly "This place keeps getting weirder and weirder by the minute. It kinda makes me wonder whats gonna happen next."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"I do understand... it will be embarrassing but let's try to do it anyways." Molly spoke softly as she entered the stall. She took off her clothes and placed them in a pile on the bench. She came out and stood by Dresden to wait for further instructions.
Once they were out, one of the servants spoke. One servant spoke from inside of the cloak. One could not tell whether the servant was male or female. They stood together with their hands in their robes waiting.
"Through that door is a pond. The pond has various temperatures of water. It does not matter who goes first, but leave two minutes between you. This is a serious class where you relax and meditate for answers to your questions. Lay back in the water and float. Then allow the water to take you on your own personal journey.
The first question to ask is what is your inner name that no one knows of. Do not tell anyone what this name is. Only record it in the proper space in your Personal Diary. You will know when your journey is done because you will bump your head against the wall. Take the path back to where it ends. There will be a gown waiting for you. The color does not matter. You may proceed."
Molly simply looked at Dresden's face and spoke softly "You or me?"</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden looked back at Molly and said "I was raised on the statement of "Ladies first". So after you I guess I'll see you at the end." He then stepped back to let her get to the door to the pond more easily. He started to think of the questions that they were gonna have to meditate about in the pond.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"OK.... I'll go first and hope for the best." Molly spoke. She walked to the door that the servant held open. Once she was outside she followed a path until it went around a bend. She saw the most pure blue pond that she ever saw in her entire life. She saw that there was multiple entrances to the pond. She counted them and found that there were ten entrances. She chose number 7 to go down.
The water was warm and swirling around her legs as she kept walking out to where she could lay back into the water. After she laid in the water she began to float easily. She felt something keeping her afloat. As she floated along the pond's edge, Molly felt various degrees of warmth, none of the temperature were too uncomfortable. As she floated along her mind began to wander to the various nicknames that she had acquired over her lifetime. As she slid past the willows that had branches fell over the water, her mind cleared and she felt drawn towards a cool spot.
The water felt very good to her skin. She smiled as she closed her eyes. Names flowed over her mind and suddenly a name stuck there not allowing any other names to flow by. She floated for a few minutes until she bumped against a wall where she placed her feet down on the ground and looked ahead of her. An exit was ahead of her and she slowly walked to where she found a ramp that lead out of the water. As she walked up the ramp, she saw the line of robes in all colors of the rainbow and beyond. She chose the light grey robe and put it on. She walked to a door and went through it into a room. There were chairs around a table in the room as well as their personal diaries. She sat down and placed her name in the proper line. Laidain or the grey lady.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
About 2 minutes after Molly left Dresden walked through the door. After the bend he walked to where the pond was. It was a beautiful pure blue pond. He looked at the 10 enterances and walked to the tenth one and walked into the water. The water was cool not to warm or too cold. He laid back in the water and started floating. As he floated he closed his eyes and thought of all the names he was called throughout his life. He didn't have one stick until he passed through a warm section of water. Then the name came to him just as he hit his head against the wall. He stepped out of the pond and walked over to the robes he looked at them and grabbed the black robe. Once it was fully on he walked through the door. He nodded to Molly and grabbed his personal diary. Then typed in the name Albus Militis or white knight in English.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The servants were there off to one side.
"Please follow us to your next class. It is a short lecture then a decision will be needed to be made."
Molly followed the two servants to a small room with a table and four chairs. She sat down at one of the chairs since the two servants stayed outside of the door. She opened her Personal Diary and there was a new folder.
There are levels in the community. These levels are constantly changing as more members are added.
Levels of community are as follows:
Higher Power or Enlighten Ones- The Highest Known Rank
Those who have gone on before us. They have no name here on this plane of living.
Next is the Elders Triangle which consist of Null Servant 1 and Servant 2
These are the ones who are searching for the Enlightenment of Life and are leading all who live here.
Most members will be the Members who are rank according to their own personal triangle
Males have one triangle while Females have the other triangle.
The last Level is the Initiate- Ones that are deciding on Community Aspects
1) Questioning your goals and commitment, to the Community
2) Accepting your Personal Goals.
3) Your Searching
a) Personal Deity- the one who will guide you in Life. This Deity is usually closely related to your own Commitment to the Community.
b) Personal Familiar- the one who will assist you in your Duties.
c) Personal Companion- the one who will share in all that you do. It can comfort you, give you joy and encouragement. It will keep Your Secrets so that You May Have Someone that You Can Trust.your
Outsiders are the groups of people who are:
1) Workers- Those who decide that they wanted to be part of the Outside Community.
2) Guests – Ones who are invited here but have not Committed themselves to the Community yet.
Your next three tasks you will take are Your Searching for and in this order: Personal Deity, Personal Familiar, Personal Companion.
Are you ready to Search for Personal Deity?</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Dominique's Personal Diary began to beep and the longer it beeped the louder the beeps became until she answers it.
We would to move you up a day, Dominique so that you may catch up with the group before you. Please answer the following questions.
18) Will you be able to leave behind all of the worldly things that you know:
19) What things would be impossible to leave behind:
20) What would happen if you were to lose everything that you own in the world:
21) What if you could have access to both worlds- one without worldly possessions and one with them, would you be happy?:
22) Who in the world do you need contact with and why:
23) What does money mean to you:</s>
<|message|>Dominique Auclair
Dom looked at her Personal Diary and read it. Come to think of it, she was kinda hungry. She decided to head down to the lounge. She walked quietly, musing on her life here now and memories of days gone by now lost and remembered only by her. But she suppose that was the way memories were, only kept alive by those that recalled them. She entered the lounge and got some food, noticing the room was empty. No fellow Initiates here. She sat down at a table and took a moment to enjoy her food before choosing to take out her Personal Diary.</s>
| <|message|>Dominique Auclair
The Personal Diary was beeping when Dominique pulled it out and so she quickly answered it. Nice, speeding up to catch up with the others? Should be fun. There were more questions to answer. Dominique almost felt like she was at school, with all these questions that she had to think about. Still, she didn't complain and took the time to answer them.
18) Well, maybe not everything, but I could leave behind a fair few things.
19) art, music, books, the momentos of my family and childhood
20) I would feel rather alone, because I have no friends and my family all died.
21) That would be perfect. I would be happy with that.
22) Well I guguess by coming here I dropped out of college, so I guess no one.
23) Money can get people the things they need. It is also a symbol of status and power.</s> |
<|description|>Athull
Player name: Morric
Position in RP: Servant
Master: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Occupation before coming to the Island: Many centuries ago, when witches and warlocks were a part of society, Athull served as personal warlock to a powerful king. In his lords name, he brought many to their death with arcane sorcery rigorously studied throughout his life. Toward the end of his kings reign, several mages captured Athull and bound him, mind, body, and soul to a demonic idol. The process was agonizing and corrupted his being, infusing his soul with harsh magic. This was unintended, but Athull was sealed none the less and left to go mad for the next millennia.
Reason to Come to the Island: The small demonic idol made of petrified wood containing Athull's being drifted across the ocean for the last few years after falling off the back of a cargo freighter heading through the pacific ocean. Age has worn the binds that seal the soul within and the Idol became attracted to the nearest source of magical power. It drifted toward the resort due to the presence of the witches and warlocks.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly smiled as she spoke. "I am wondering also. The Personal Diary has not said anything about them yet...."
Molly followed soon afterwards.
"You shall find out in due time. Please follow me to the Waters of Decisions." the servant spoke quietly.
Upon on entering the area, the servant spoke once more
"Again the process is the same. Do not choose the same gate. You will float through the Land of Familiars. All of these Familiars are young and never been out of the Land before. You will accept one of the familiars that appeals to you and is willing to accept you. You will see The Great Stag who may speak to you before you are allowed to choose one. You will see various ones that are willing to accept you before The Great Stag. Choose carefully for you will be allowed just one Familiar in your lifetime. Treat your Familiar with care that it deserves. You will grow with your Familiar. Please float down the Waters of Decisions."</s>
<|message|>Athull
It had been weeks, possibly months, since the old wooden storage crate had fallen adrift from the large cargo freight that ventured through the pacific on its regular route. Now it bobbed aimlessly across the ocean toward an unknown destination, worn and ragged from rough tides and exposure. The crate was barely whole, with only a few loose nails and weakening planks holding it together. It didn't take much longer or much more punishment from the sea to finally wear the crate into driftwood, sending its contents drifting away. Of all the items to be sent wayward, a small dark grey idol carved in the shape of a winged creature with horns, seemed to move with the most haste through the current and waves.
After hours more of floating across the seemingly endless ocean, something subtly breached the horizon. As distance between the small statue and the object closed, it became clear that it was some sort of structure out in the middle of the sea on a constructed island. A loud foghorn pierced the quiet hush of the shifting ocean as a massive cruise liner like boat passed through the water, wading past the demonic idol toward the island. Some unknown force seemed to pull the idol through the waves and toward the island, until it ended up banging through the outer sanctum, washing across the jagged reef into a drain off pipe and through the plumbing.
Against all odds and in spite of every obstacle, the small demonic statue managed it's way out of the pipes into a large body of calm water within the confines of the resort. Another hour of drifting and a bit of tumbling ended up with the idol laying on a bed of grass in the community gardens, where it came to rest at last, motionlessly staring off into the sky.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden sighed as he followed the servant he knew the process now pretty much by memory. It was getting tiring hearing it everytime. 'Oh well this was what they needed to do to get to the outside.' Dresden thought. He walked into the pond and took his robe off once again. He left it to the side and looked at the enterances and he knew he couldnt choose 10 or 1 so he went half way inbetween. He walked into the water and started floating. As he floated he saw a so many familiars and he wasnt sure which one he would choose. Then the great stag appeared. He just stared at Dresden this was what made up Dresden's mind. He then bumped his head on the edge. He got out and grabbed the black robe once again. He walked into the other room and put in his personal diary that his familiar would be the pegasus.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The Captain was walking along the shoreline in the morning - looking for more driftwood for his carving hobby which also made extra money for himself. He had found several pieces and them in his wagon. The Captain saw a statue which he picked up and started to examine. It was well made....yes well made indeed. H woul examined it closer when he got back to the ship was hid only thought as he looked at the statue.
Molly was now ready to go and had closed her Personal Diary. She stretched he body before taking off her robe and hanging it up. She knew that her robe and her Personal Diary would be at the end of her journey.
She walked out to the Waters of Decisions without even thinking of her unclothed body. She walked to lane three and began to float to where ever it lead her. Many baby creatures looked upon the female as she floated through the waters. Most left her but one small orange dragon walked along the shore. The Great Stag appeared beside the small dragon. He walked beside the dragon and nodded solemnly. It was then that Molly bumped the wall which ended her journey. Quickly Molly left the Waters of Decisions so that she could put more information in her Personal Diary.
The servant was standing to one side, not very far from the exit the Waters of Decisions. The servant followed Molly inside then spoke quietly.
"Once more it will be the same procedure. Do not choose the same gate. You will float through the Comfort Zone. There will be many baby Personal Companions. There will be no one to guide you in your selection. It is your own personal selection. You will be allowed one Personal Companion in your lifetime.
Please float down to the Waters of Decisions."</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden was typing in his personal diary when Molly came in. He gave her a slight wave and continued typing in his diary. He was descriping his pegasus while the image was fresh in his mind. The pegasus had white fur. Her mane was black as were her wings and hooves. The tips of the wings were bright golden in color. Her eyes were a pure blue similar to that of the pond. Only after Dresden put all of this information did he look up. He stretched his back and said to Molly "It was amazing how many familiars there were wasn't it?" While he waited for her answer he thought of his familiar and how he couldnt wait to meet her.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Yes, I saw so many but only one stayed in my mind. I wonder if we can compare notes about our familiars and Deity or not.... I think I shall ask after I put my thoughts down in the Personal Diary. It is such as fascinating discovering all of these things!" Molly sat down and began typing into the Personal Diary. Once that was done she typed a question in the Ask section.
*Can we talk about the various things that we have found out like what are Deity and Familiars are? Or should we not speak of it to others?*
Soon she had a response....
[color= 4169E1] You may discuss what ever you wish to. However, the more you tell others- particularly of secrets- the more of a chance that the ones that you do not wish to know will find out. [/color]
"I guess that sharing information is up to us. A simple warning of what is said may be repeated to those we might not want to know......"
The servant was standing to one side, not very far from them.
"When one of you is ready, you may once more it will be the same procedure. Do not choose the same gate. You will float through the Comfort Zone. There will be many baby Personal Companions. There will be no one to guide you in your selection. It is your own personal selection. You will be allowed one Personal Companion in your lifetime."
"I am finished for the moment so I can go first this time if you would like." Molly spoke quietly.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden nodded his head to the sharing of information. He could understand it you dont want people you dont trust knowing information you didnt want them to know. He looked at Molly and said "I can understand that because you dont want people you dont trust to have information you dont want them to have. But I am willing to risk telling you what my familiar is. She is a pegasus with white fur and black wings." He thought for a brief moment then continued "If you dont mind please go first there something I want to ask before I go through again."
He opened the question section and typed inside of it "Will we be meeting our familiars after we choose our personal companions or will it be later Should name our personal familiars and our personal companions now or later?"</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly smiled as she spoke
"Thanks for telling me, Dresden. My familiar is an orange dragon with black wings. I chose Nantosuelta as my Deity. I'll go first then and will see you later."
Molly turned to the servant
"Shall I?" she asked.
The servant simply nodded.
Molly went to the Waters of Decisions and chose a gate. She laid down in the water. She floated through warm waters. She saw many creatures to choose from but she waited until she found one that really needed someone. A small dull grey bird that didn't even have any fuzz on it. It was shivering in the nest. She reached out and took the nest out of the reeds. She put the nest on her chest and the tiny bird stopped shivering. She soon bumped her head on thee wall. To her surprise, she had the nest on her chest and a tiny bird was inside. Smiling Molly carefully carried the nest to where her robe awaiting her. She walked to the room where she sat down and put the tiny baby on the table while she wrote in the Personal Diary.
[color= 4169E1] Words began to appear on Dresden's Personal Diary
The personal companion will be with you after you choose it. You may see your familiar and personal companion when you want to. The naming is between the three of you. Sometimes the creatures have a preferred name but most of them do not have any names. [/color]</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden read the words as they appeared on the screen. He nodded his head because he was glad to hear that. He also was glad that he would have a chance to pick a name for his familiar and his companion. He got up and walked into the area with the pond. Once there he took off his robe and chose path number 3. He laid back and closed his eyes drifting along for the third time. Many companions apeared before him as he floated. He didnt see any that called out to him until he saw one. A small rottweiler walked up close to him. Dresden reached out and petted the dog then Dresden picked him up and had the puppy lay on his chest. Right after that Dresden was at the end. He oppened his eyes in time to see a puppy start licking his face. Dresden got up and carried his rottweiler through the door where Molly was with a tiny bird and a nest after putting his robe back on. He walked over and wrote in his diary. Then said to Molly "Cute bird so this is your companion then."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly was looking at various birds in a folder to try to see which bird she chose. It really din't matter to her except the tiny bird would need to be fed properly. When Dresden came in, she looked up at him with a smile.
"Yes, I just don't know what kind yet. I need to know what kin it is so that I know what to feed him. You have a cute puppy. Have you named it yet and is it a male or female?"</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden smiled at how Molly was looking up the type of bird. He could tell from that alone that she would take good care of the bird. He scratched his puppies head and said "Thats a good idea looking up the type of bird. This little fellow is a msle and I have not come up with a name for him yet. That will come soon though."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The servant walked up to the two of them and spoke quietly.
"It is time for you to rest and reflect on what you have found. Get to know your new surroundings for you have completed the Initiate Level. Just remember that your Personal Diary is your main tool and will guide you as well as your Personal Deity, Personal Familiar and Personal Companions.
By this time your belongings have been moved to the new triangle. You are now in the Members triangle.
Here on out, the two of you will be leading others and continuing your own education. Use your Personal Diary along with your Personal Deity, Personal Familiar and Personal Companions in your decisions. All Members advance at their own speed and will be rewarded according to their efforts. Are there any questions before I leave you?"</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden thought about it for a little while. Then He looked at the servent and asked "We are now to help the new people that come to the Island in anyway we can then?" He waited for the response then said "Thank you thats the only question I had." He then looked at Molly to see if she had anything to ask.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Yes. You are the first members of our society. The rest of us who are here in the Inside have been raised Inside. We know of but never had the same opportunity to live like the outsiders do. Once there are more that wish to be servants, then you each will lead a group called a triangle. Dresden will lead the male group while Molly will lead the female group. Our numbers are small which is why we have decided to allow outsiders to join."
Molly was totally surprised about being a leader in this society.
"How many will each of us have in our triangle?"
"I have no clue as to how many will want to join an become a member of the Island." was the answer.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Harry took one last look around the room. He thought for a little while then said "This is a nice place but its strange to me how we haven't met many people. Shouldn't we meet more people from this island before we become leaders of theses triangles.?" He thought for a second then asked to Molly "Don't you find this strange that we are going to be leaders of other people wishing to join this place, that we ourselves just got to only a few days ago?"</s>
| <|message|>Athull
Surprisingly, The small idol was a lot lighter than it appeared to be. Something easily noted as it was lifted off the grassy knoll and carefully examined by a captain. The statue was rough to the touch, like a piece of timber, yet as solid as marble. Even the smaller appendages on the miniscule idol seemed inordinately sturdy, such as the little wings or arms. A mysterious aura seeped out of the statue, invisible to the mortal eye, yet palpable as a chill in the air. The longer the captain held the ominous object in his hands, the more something within seemed to tug at him, urging him to take it with him.</s> |
<|description|>Penelope Daniels (Penny)
Player name: Asuna
Position in RP: Witch
Age: 17
Occupation before coming to the Island: She was a student at a local high school, and she also worked at a small cafe. She is quite good at making coffee, and is a outgoing and friendly girl, part of the reason why she got the job so easily. At school, she is a good student, and her grades were quite good. She was mildly popular, and had quite a few friends.
Reason to Come to the Island: Penny has always been an adventure lover, and she loves to travel and explore new places. A trip to a new place where practically nobody had been before, and for free? Of course she would go.
Companion: She already has a (to-be?) companion, a tabby cat named Alicia, who she loves to bits and took with her to the island, for company.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly smiled as she spoke
"Thanks for telling me, Dresden. My familiar is an orange dragon with black wings. I chose Nantosuelta as my Deity. I'll go first then and will see you later."
Molly turned to the servant
"Shall I?" she asked.
The servant simply nodded.
Molly went to the Waters of Decisions and chose a gate. She laid down in the water. She floated through warm waters. She saw many creatures to choose from but she waited until she found one that really needed someone. A small dull grey bird that didn't even have any fuzz on it. It was shivering in the nest. She reached out and took the nest out of the reeds. She put the nest on her chest and the tiny bird stopped shivering. She soon bumped her head on thee wall. To her surprise, she had the nest on her chest and a tiny bird was inside. Smiling Molly carefully carried the nest to where her robe awaiting her. She walked to the room where she sat down and put the tiny baby on the table while she wrote in the Personal Diary.
[color= 4169E1] Words began to appear on Dresden's Personal Diary
The personal companion will be with you after you choose it. You may see your familiar and personal companion when you want to. The naming is between the three of you. Sometimes the creatures have a preferred name but most of them do not have any names. [/color]</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden read the words as they appeared on the screen. He nodded his head because he was glad to hear that. He also was glad that he would have a chance to pick a name for his familiar and his companion. He got up and walked into the area with the pond. Once there he took off his robe and chose path number 3. He laid back and closed his eyes drifting along for the third time. Many companions apeared before him as he floated. He didnt see any that called out to him until he saw one. A small rottweiler walked up close to him. Dresden reached out and petted the dog then Dresden picked him up and had the puppy lay on his chest. Right after that Dresden was at the end. He oppened his eyes in time to see a puppy start licking his face. Dresden got up and carried his rottweiler through the door where Molly was with a tiny bird and a nest after putting his robe back on. He walked over and wrote in his diary. Then said to Molly "Cute bird so this is your companion then."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
Molly was looking at various birds in a folder to try to see which bird she chose. It really din't matter to her except the tiny bird would need to be fed properly. When Dresden came in, she looked up at him with a smile.
"Yes, I just don't know what kind yet. I need to know what kin it is so that I know what to feed him. You have a cute puppy. Have you named it yet and is it a male or female?"</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden smiled at how Molly was looking up the type of bird. He could tell from that alone that she would take good care of the bird. He scratched his puppies head and said "Thats a good idea looking up the type of bird. This little fellow is a msle and I have not come up with a name for him yet. That will come soon though."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
The servant walked up to the two of them and spoke quietly.
"It is time for you to rest and reflect on what you have found. Get to know your new surroundings for you have completed the Initiate Level. Just remember that your Personal Diary is your main tool and will guide you as well as your Personal Deity, Personal Familiar and Personal Companions.
By this time your belongings have been moved to the new triangle. You are now in the Members triangle.
Here on out, the two of you will be leading others and continuing your own education. Use your Personal Diary along with your Personal Deity, Personal Familiar and Personal Companions in your decisions. All Members advance at their own speed and will be rewarded according to their efforts. Are there any questions before I leave you?"</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden thought about it for a little while. Then He looked at the servent and asked "We are now to help the new people that come to the Island in anyway we can then?" He waited for the response then said "Thank you thats the only question I had." He then looked at Molly to see if she had anything to ask.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Yes. You are the first members of our society. The rest of us who are here in the Inside have been raised Inside. We know of but never had the same opportunity to live like the outsiders do. Once there are more that wish to be servants, then you each will lead a group called a triangle. Dresden will lead the male group while Molly will lead the female group. Our numbers are small which is why we have decided to allow outsiders to join."
Molly was totally surprised about being a leader in this society.
"How many will each of us have in our triangle?"
"I have no clue as to how many will want to join an become a member of the Island." was the answer.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Harry took one last look around the room. He thought for a little while then said "This is a nice place but its strange to me how we haven't met many people. Shouldn't we meet more people from this island before we become leaders of theses triangles.?" He thought for a second then asked to Molly "Don't you find this strange that we are going to be leaders of other people wishing to join this place, that we ourselves just got to only a few days ago?"</s>
<|message|>Athull
Surprisingly, The small idol was a lot lighter than it appeared to be. Something easily noted as it was lifted off the grassy knoll and carefully examined by a captain. The statue was rough to the touch, like a piece of timber, yet as solid as marble. Even the smaller appendages on the miniscule idol seemed inordinately sturdy, such as the little wings or arms. A mysterious aura seeped out of the statue, invisible to the mortal eye, yet palpable as a chill in the air. The longer the captain held the ominous object in his hands, the more something within seemed to tug at him, urging him to take it with him.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Yes it is strange. But if I didn't have such a horrible day, would I have left when I got the letter? Most likely not. Maybe the letter had to reach the people at the right time when they are ready to toss in the towel and just leave your old life behind. There has to be a compelling reason I think to leave a comfortable life. Most probably be ones that need a drastic change or have no means to get ahead in the world. But that is my opinion." Molly spoke calmly.
The Captain carefully placed the statue in the wagon.
"I bet once you are cleaned up, I'll see some worth in you that others will not be seeing. You can be my model for more statues like you. I think that I shall keep you as my model... yes, I shall keep you." he spoke as he turned to head back to the ship. He was waiting for anyone to go to the Island.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden nodded his head what Molly said was true. If you didnt have a rough life you wouldn't want to leave. Dresden looked at Molly and said "You're right I completely agree. What I'm trying to say is that before we lead people. We should learn more about this island so we can lead them safely and in the best way possible." Dresden thought about this for a bit but didn't say anything more.</s>
<|message|>Athull
A place was quickly made for the Idol as the captain carefully set it within his wagon of driftwood. After years of drifting across the ocean, it's outer appearance made it blend in with the dull and mossy driftwood. As the captains head turned toward the ship, his mind contemplating plans for the small statue, the eyes on the demonic idol glowed dark red for a moment before subtly dimming away.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"I agree but maybe it is just new...... I am very much interested in learning more about everything. Let's go to our new home. I think that perhaps there will be an area where we can talk. Maybe we will even have an office." Molly suggested. "Then we can ask various questions and see what we need to do next."
Captain was soon back on the ferry and in the captain's quarters. He took his additions to the workshop and put them away. All except the statue. He took the statue to his desk where he sat down to examine it's features more. A sketch pad was close at hand as well as a sharp pencil. He began to sketch specific features and basic shapes......</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden nodded to that plan and opened his personal diary. He looked at the map to find the way they needed to head to get to the members quarters. Once he figured out the way he looked at Molly and asked "Are you ready to go check out our new place?" He waited for her so they could walk together to their new quarters.</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"Yes, I am ready. Is it far? I would also like to ask a question of the Personal Diary." Molly asked with a smile. She was glad that Dresden found where the rooms were located.</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden shook his head while he said "No it doesnt seem to be." He lead the way while he walked next to Molly. He thought quietly for a while as they walked. After he did he asked Molly "Are you ready to put some clothes on again other then a robe?"</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"I actually haven't thought much about clothes. My mind has wandered to what our jobs will consist of and what kind of pay and things like that. After all it would take a lot of money to keep this place running." Molly spoke as she walked beside Dresden.
"But now that you mention it, I wouldn't mind putting something else on. I wonder if it is up to us to decided what should be worn and when. I wonder if we are to lead others, what kind of classes we would need to have and what kind of materials we would need for the class. So much to talk about and to do."</s>
<|message|>Dresden
Dresden nodded his head. he completely agreed with what Molly said. He nearly forgot about only wearing a robe. There were so many things they had to do with the familiars, deities, and companions. Now it was all done and they found out they will be put in charge of the new recruits after they joined. After Dresden nodded his head he said "Yeah I almost forgot about it myself. There is just a lot to think about and it's all being shoved onto us so quickly. What's worse is that there is still more to come. Like how many people will we have to lead, what do we need to teach them, and then what we will learn from our personal deity, our familiars, and our companion. There is just so much to process."</s>
<|message|>Molly O'Shannan
"I agree. Why don't we go together and work on what to teach then together. And we may not get any followers very soon or they may decide to quit. I think that we just need to concentrate on the here and now. Make a list of what we need to do. Then prioritize each item of the list. Here are the rooms. Let's go check them out and change into some kind of normal clothes. Then find a room where we can discuss things. How does that sound?" Molly asked. She wanted to explore all of the possibilities and yet wanted to see if everything was in her room.</s>
| <|message|>Penelope Daniels (Penny)
Penelope walked down to the small collection of mailboxes near the front of her apartment block. Picking up the assortment of letters, she boredly shuffled through them as she walked back up to the small flat she shared with her mother. She was surprised to see that one was addressed to her.
"How strange," She said to herself as she opened the front door and walked into the living room, where she found her mother sitting on the faded dark green couch, watching reruns of some old 80s show. "Gimme the mail, Penny,"her mother mumbled, eyes glued to the screen. Penelope sullenly handed her mother the mail, save for the one letter for herself. "There's a list of things I need you to buy a the supermarket on the table."
Penelope sighed and went into the kitchen, picking up the list of items. "Being on summer holidays is meant to be fun and relaxing..." She mumbled, putting the list into her purse along with the twenty other ones she had followed throughout the three weeks alone. Her mother ate so much, and asked for even more. Sometimes Penelope wondered what would have happened if her father had stayed with them...
Grabbing a drink from the fridge, Penelope opened the letter and read it, eyes widening as she considered the hugeness of the details. She would get to go to an island, for free no less. And it sounded like she would get whatever she desired, if she asked for it. She smiled, excited by the prospect of a new life. She knew her mother would never let her go, but... She was almost an adult! She was determined to go to this island and discover new things. Alicia wandered into the room, mewling for food. "Hey there, want a treat? We're going to go on a journey..."
Three days later, Penelope was about to board a plane to Hawaii, struggling with her suitcase containing her meager belongings, which consisted of her clothes and a book called, 'The Haunted Symphony' while also juggling a cat carrier with a hissing cat inside. One of the flight attendants walked up to her. "Can I help you with boarding? Your cat will need to go in a special area of the plane, but she should be perfectly safe." Penelope smiled. "Thanks so much."
The man helped her onto the plane, and as he handed her her carry on bag, he pressed 5 crisp $100 bills into her hand. "W-what?" Penelope said, confused. "I know where you're heading, Penelope." He smiled and walked away, leaving Penelope gobsmacked. "Perhaps this 'Null' is more important than I thought..." She whispered to herself as the plane began to take off.
When she landed, she collected her belongings and headed to the port where the ferry was said to arrive. She held her breath with excitement as she waited for it to arrive. "Are you as excited as I am, Alicia?" She whispered to her cat, who seemed more eager to exit the cage rather than eager about the journey ahead. "Oh look, the ferry is about to dock!"</s> |
<|description|>Sir Nikolai Pelletier
Titles: Emissary and Champion of the Winter Court
Affiliation: Highborn to the Winter Court, born into a lower family of Nobility. His position of nobility was raised upon his revival from the dead.
Gender: Male
Age: 89 (26 years alive, 56 years dead, 7 years undead.)
Birthplace: Cannala
Origin: The tale of the Dullahan from Irish Folklore, also known as the Headless Rider.
Race: Undead Fae
Appearance: (A Picture will come soon enough, but for now, a detailed description.) Nikolai Pelletier is an above average man in height, weight, and build. He has no remarkable traits such as beautiful eyes, golden locks of hair, or strange skin color. Except for one minor detail. Nikolai has no head. Well, not on his shoulders anyway. He carries his head on his waist in a glass case. The case is ornately designed to ensure that his head doesn't look ugly while he totes it about. The trim around it is made of polished brass with silver inlay. The portion of his neck that is severed has a silk cloth laid across it and is tied in place by gold lace. The case is attached to his waist by a chain of steel, coated in silver to give it a more high class look. When he truly wishes to hide his undead-ness, he will cover the case in a square of chainmail. This hides his head from those around him.
His body is reasonably fit, about as fit as you would expect a soldier to be. Where his neck would connect to his head there is another piece of silk held in place by a length of gold lace, this keeps him from showing his insides to those that he converses with. It makes diplomacy a bit easier. His skin is a bit pale, but nothing unnatural.
Adorning his form is a suit of classy armor, the armor of nobility of course. It is a suit of hybrid mail with a mix of chain and plate to give a full range of protection. It is made from damascus steel, forged in a crucible and then hammered across a mold of his body. The suit was forged specifically for him, making his movements significantly more natural while wearing it. To make discussion with others even easier, he had a special helmet forged. This helmet attaches to his back and chest, rather than his shoulders. This allows him to turn the helmet to substitute natural movement. It makes him more alive than he really is.
His head is a normal humanoid head, though with several fae traits. (Which is understood, as he is a fae, not a human.) His head is rather angular with a pointed jawline. His eyes are closed, though his eye color is hazel. The hair on his head is relatively short and well kept, his hair color is dark brown. His nose is a bit long but not unattractively large. His ears are pointed at the top and his lobes are a bit long.
Nikolai himself stands at 6'7" and weighs 212 lbs.
Occupation: A diplomat from the Winter Court, serving as Queen Mab's personal champion for duels and to accompany her to potentionally dangerous events.
Resources:
- Hand Forged Armor: A suit of armor specially forged for him, ordered by Queen Mab herself to be made. It is a simple suit of armor that can be concealed under clothing or worn openly.
- Cavalry Sabre: A three foot long blade with a sizeable crossguard, it is a simple and elegantly curved blade. Perfectly suited for combat on the ground and on horseback. Made from steel, its handle is made from yew and is coated in cattle hide.
- Combat Lance: Unlike the lances seen in jousting competitions, this lance is designed for true mounted combat. It is a deadly sharp length of metal with a cross shaped tip, it is brutally efficient at punching holes in his foes. It is an oak lance, measuring seven feet long from tip to pommel. The tip is made from steel, stone sharpened and adding another seven inches to the weapon. It is unweildy when not on horseback.
- Reasonable wealth: His social status allows him to earn money passively, though his job is high risk, it actually doesn't involve much more than him riding about on his horse and occasionally mounted combat. He constantly has money to pay for room and board, food, and the like. It is a good living, albeit a simple one.
- Pheidippides: Nikolai's trusty horse. A massive war horse, standing at 24 hands.(8 feet tall.) This horse is a monstrous stallion, towering over man, elf, and fae alike. Its coat is charoal and mottled with white splotches, its mane is a deep black with a beautiful gloss. Its eyes are intense, shining and hazel like his rider's own. Pheidippides is as high bred as you can get when it comes to horses. He can haul a four horse cart on his own, able to pull three tons of weight behind himself.
Pheidippides is a 228 stone horse. (3,000 lbs.) Tremendously strong and fiercely loyal, Pheidippides refuses any rider but Nikolai. Bucking them off with an intensity unmatched by lesser horses. Pheidippides is not the fastest horse in the world by any stretch, but he is significantly faster than any human. Able to gallop at 38 mph, canter at 15 mph, trot at 10, and walk at 5. Pheidippides has great stamina, most horses can only gallop for short bursts. He, however, can gallop for three solid hours before even showing signs of exhaustion.
However, Pheidippides's greatest shortcoming is his own size. Pheidippedes has joint problems due to his weight, extended periods of riding without rest can leave him exhausted and worthless for riding. His hooves must be filed daily, otherwise they turn rough and painful for him.
Skills:
- Diplomat: As the emissary from the Winter Court he is required to be skilled in diplomatic ventures. His specialties are interrogation, intimidation, and parties.
- Rider: What? He's a headless horseman. He's skilled at riding horses.
- Soldier: Upon being raised from the dead, post him learning of his killer's death, Nikolai joined the military and swiftly jumped through ranks. Of course later being promoted to Champion and Emissary through a long series of events that would take a while to record.
Personality: Nikolai is a cynic by trade and a racist by hobby, as a nobleman of the Fae-kind he holds himself in a much higher standing than other 'lesser' races. Humans, elves, and other kinds are lesser to Fae in his eyes. However, he is a professional, and never lets his personal view of others obscure his thoughts. Outside of his duties he is still an uptight and generally unpleasant person to be around.
Biography: The tale of the Dullahan isn't a story with a "Long long ago." or a "And they lived happily ever after." It's simply a tale of a man who lost his head in an argument, and then lost his head in the following fight. With death fresh on his collar and fury fresh on his lips, he was not so bound to the grave as normal men would be. The horseman rose from the grave to seek vengeance, but he was too late. Now he roams the earth, seeking purpose in mortal lands as one no longer among the living.</s>
<|message|>Tori Freestone
Tori
Tori wasn't surprised when she was approached by a Faeborn. She studied the elf, sure she had never come across him. Graunted, she had met a lot of Faeborn in her time in the Summer Court, and she hadn't spent a large amount of time there in anycase. Mostly, it had just been a learning experience rather then a social visit.
it didn't surprise her that he knew who she was though. While she was training ner own senses, she hadn't been successful at being able to sense the magic and power inside others just yet. She wasn't aware that it was possible to determine which Court she was aligned with, nor had she been aware that hers reseambled her mothers.
She curtsied as Lucien introduced himself, keeping her eyes on his, and not looking down nor away. She knew it was incredibly likely that Lucien knew her story, and was aware that the fact he asked was simply a game, she smiled. She had learned pretty quickly that the Fae enjoyed games, and enjoyed tricking or manipulating people.
"yes, Lord Lucien, my mother wished me to be away from the Courts as I grew up. She thought that it was better for me to live with my father, and therefore be able to interact with humans more effectively then most Fae." She could play the word game as well. She had learned that quite quickly. She shrugged at his question about why she would be walking the streets like a commoner.
she appeared thoughtful, as if it was a hard question to answer. "although my reasons are mostly personal, the easiest way to answer that is that I straddle both worlds. Human and Fae. I enjoy being in both words, and I decided that in order to maintain both aspects of my heritage, that by maintaining a commoner position in the human world, I can be more valuable to the Summer Court"
she smiled, and gave a laugh, "I am sorry, Lord Lucien, I forgot my mannors. I should introduce myself properly. I am indeed my mothers Daughter. My name is Tori" she deliberately left off her last name, knowing that names, when spoken by the owner, were power.</s>
<|message|>Baleno
While the processions of Alexandria roared behind him, Baleno was involved with a fine sword until the merchant told him its price. Gritting his teeth out of embarrassment of having to decline the purchase and disgust at how high he was charging, Baleno grudgingly placed the weapon back on its rack. It was a shame that such a glorious blade cost so much. He was sure that it would be put to proper use in his hands and not that of the aristocrat that could afford it. Baleno wished a good day to the merchant and turned to leave his stall. That was when he came face to face with his wishes.
The recruiter's offer was like music to his ears, a mischievous smirk sculpting his lips. All he needed to peak his curiosity was the word prince. And to think that he didn't even have to go far to find a need for his services. There wasn't a chance in hell that Baleno would decline the offer. Before opening his mouth to accept, he shot his eyes back at the sword he was marveling. Blessed with another job it seemed, the coin that Baleno required to get the weapon was as far away from him as his feet were from his knees. Sure a bit of labor was required but it wasn't like Baleno couldn't cut his way to another payday.
"I humbly accept the honor if it is to be mine," Baleno responded to the recruiter, tilting his torso in a slight bow of respect and gratefulness. "And I prefer women, thank you, " he sarcastically added with his own flavor of bold humor.
While Baleno appreciated the offer he knew that no job came without competition. Even if he were to gain acceptance into the ranks of such high nobility, a service that carried more stability than any of his previous ventures, he knew that he would be fighting not only next to some fine warriors but against them for recognition. As a man who sought profession at every angle, Baleno was fully prepared to do what it took to stand apart from the rest. He had his invitation so now he needed to secure it. Already aware of the upcoming fighting competitions, his next move was to gain access to the Keep. Since he was a foreigner he wasn't formally acquainted with the social order of Alexandria. He didn't want to march straight in to the Keep yet without first obtaining clearance.
"Excuse me, sir," he addressed the recruiter, "but I have also been led to believe that a tournament is coming up. Do you know for certain where I may enlist myself for such an event?"
His aim was still to show what he was made of. He hadn't walked all the way from the Olympus Imperium just to become another grunt. He needed status to accompany his profit. Drawing the blood of others was the easiest way for him to obtain both.</s>
| <|message|>Sir Nikolai Pelletier
A cold chill on his shoulder was nothing to a man who feels nothing but the icy grip of death constantly, though the chill was familiar. The Snow Queen was a frequent of Mab's "parties" and often seen consorting with her and the upper class of Winter Court. Viona apparently only recognized the champion as the champion, and not as someone she had met before. Fortunate, that means that he won't have to converse with her in the future. Unless some dire circumstance were to befall her or her posse.
Viona is quite evidently the sort who enjoys manipulating people through clever wordplay, and Nikolai is quite aware of this sort of manipulation. As she attempted to ensnare his interests it was becoming abundantly clear that she at least knew how Nikolai felt about the lesser races. However, she was apparently unaware of his views on senseless violence. This would have visibly agitated the headless man, if his face was visible. Which it is not, as he is headless.
"I am certain that your frigid escort serves as sufficient protection. Unless you believe he is some mere sprite, without the bite and vigor to engage in single combat." The head inside of his case smirked, the chain covering hid the emotion from the Snow Queen. "And that would be unseamly rude to your companion, wouldn't it, Lady Viona? You wouldn't want to offend him, to be sure."</s> |
<|description|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing
Personality: Pete usually a person that thinks negatively. Stoic, strict and self-righteous he takes the hobby seriously, dismissing those weak as "plebian". He is however able to swallow his pride when he has to, such as make doing with available resources in Von Braun High.
History: An Italo-Greek American who was once part of a well-reputed Gunpla battle team in a different state, notorious for taking Gunpla battles seriously.
Peter was brought into the hobby of Gunpla battling after the Plavsky particles were rediscovered at the International Space Station. The reborn craze dragged him into the hobby and anime thanks to re-runs of past Gundam series in cable TV networks.
Peter worked hard to join the first team in Gryps High School, the Gryps Titans. The Gryps Titans is one of the strongest team in the United States and was one of the representatives for New York. With requirements harsh to join, they looked down on those below them and the attitude of the team stuck with him. In Peter's first and only year in the team, they went as far as the quarter-finals.
After the tournament, Peter's family was forced to move to Von Braun City, where there is no Gunpla team. As a result, he is forced to build one from scratch and take the helm as he begins his second year in high school education. He will have to create a team and find a suitable coach.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Byzantine Gundam
Model number: BZ-13MS
Gunpla role: Commander Close-combat Mobile Suit
Gunpla model scale: HG 1/144
Gunpla based from if original: OZ13-MS Gundam Epyon, ORB-01 Akatsuki Gundam
Armaments: Beam Sword, Epyon Claw, Epyon Shield, Heat Rod, Vulcan Gun
Special Features: MA Transformation with Byzantine Flamethrower in Double-headed eagle pieces
Description: Byzantine Gundam was created during Petrus' time in his old team. Coherent with his old team's motifs, he painted his Epyon into a predominantly red and gold colour and modelled the dragon heads into eagle heads. Compared to the Epyon is it still close-combat oriented but with more emphasis on defence. However, the heavily defended backpack for MA transformation bring a major drawback in speed and agility, forcing further reliance on brute force and defence.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Von Braun City, a port-city in the coast of Northern California is where our adventure starts. It is a city that frequently see foreign cargo ships drop their merchandise before leaving with new cargo. As a result, it is one of the first cities to receive new merchandise such as the Gunpla model kits from Japan. With the collapse of the PPSE as the regulator of Gunpla Battles it was Anaheim Corporation that took it's place under regional license from Yajima Trading, the company that took over what remained of the once proud organisation in ashes.
***
Peter was in shock with what he heard. "Wait, there is not a Gunpla club here?" He tried to make sure.
The teacher he was speaking to didn't look at him when answering. "I told you we don't." He answered. "If you want to make a club then feel free to do so."
The student thought about making a club. "How can I make a club?" He asked.
The apathetic teacher now sipped on his coffee. "You need to gather people of interest, reason why the club should be established and a teacher or parent to endorse it." He explained. "If you can bring them all together then the club will be approved and the school will help in registering for events such as cooperation."
Peter noted on what he will need. "Thank you sir." He said as he left to show some respect. He opened the door to leave the teacher's lounge that will become as crowded as students either go home or stay for extra-curricular activities.
While he was lost in his thoughts a dark-haired teacher bumped into the young man. "Entschuldigen sie." She apologised as she entered the teacher's lounge. By the way she dressed she looked like a teacher but was speaking in German. Since it was his first day at this school he may yet to meet this teacher in a lesson. He walked back to his locker to get his bag that also contains his prized Byzantine Gundam.
Once the bag was filled with his homework and miscellaneous articles Peter left the school with his bicycle. He rode to a local Gunpla store called "Layzner's", a store that once only sold model kits of planes and tank but began venturing into Gunpla after the boom with the discovery of Plavsky Particles years ago. As he entered there was a gruff looking man at the counter building a Val Walo from Stardust Memories, the owner known as Kelley due to the coincidental appearance with one of the characters.
At this time other students from the school will be there. The young man decided to look around to find someone and the first place to look is the store's battlefield where fighters can test their skills.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Gary wasn't doing much in his spare time. Being a transfer student was hard especially being from the east coast of the good ol' US of A. It was like an entirely different life style here than it was in his home town. At least he didn't need to deal with his brothers constant badgering. He was sitting outside at this moment looking around the school yard and mindlessly tossing a small coin up and down. He dropped the coin every now and then but hey no one was perfect right? He unconsciously reached for the case in his backpack but pulled his hand back. "You know I really miss doing things with you." he grumbled to the case as he chuckled. "Oh course though all good things must come to an end...well at now for least maybe when we get back." he said to the case as he fumbled around with his brown jacket. It was odd not wearing his other one but that was for a life that he'd left behind on the other side of the continent.
"Man days like this you just need to sit back look up at the sky and hope that something nice happens." said Gary as he chuckled to himself, "Man I really shouldn't talk to myself like this people would think I'm some sort of monologue loving weirdo." he said after getting up and pulling out another case different from the one he had and pulled out a small hand held system and put in a game cartridge. It was a Japanese game but it had English subtitles luckily for him. It was a hack and slash game featuring a group of people from some anime he'd never seen before. And thus Gary walked wherever he could. There was no plan for today so may as well just chill at school for a bit.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Marie couldn't help but sigh as a new student to the school there was not much she was able to do no clubs really grabbed her attention and she had no friends at the moment either. Sometimes she thought to herself it was not worth being considered the "quiet" transfer student. This however was nothing new she was always a quiet person and as such people tended to leave her alone. Though shaking that thought she went out perhaps she could find a hobby shop or something that carried gunplay and or hopefully contained a battling stage. With these thoughts she shuffled through her duffel bag and pulled out her rollerblades before lacing them up. With her preferred mode of self transportation chosen she stood up and smoothed out her skirt before heading into the city to look for any type of hobby shop that sold gunpla.
It took her awhile and having to ask for directions multiple times to eventually find a small hobby shop from the looks of it that might contain what she was looking for. The shop name she forgot off hand as she wasn't paying much attention but if it did contain what she wanted she would have to look into getting the address of it memorized. Stopping at the front she slipped off her skates and drapped them over her shoulder before stepping into the shop and began to look around. So far it did contain what she was looking for though no models really jumped out at her. Though while she was walking she stopped at the part of the store contain models from gundam 00 and started to browse there. While looking one particular model grabbed her attention and she grabbed it the Reborns Gundam which for some time has been evading her. Now all she needed to do was to see if they had an arena for gunpla battles hopefully they did since it's been awhile since she was able to take out her freedom impulse for a spin.</s>
| <|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter observed the posters in the hobby shop. A green customised Tallgeese, the Tallgeese Valkyrie of Californian Greco Logan was one of the recognisable models in poster, following Build Strike Cosmos of Japanese Iori Sei and the GM Sniper K9 of Argentina's Renato brothers. There was one new poster that he noticed, a dark-haired female builder with a Sandrock in green-gemmed psychoframe, freshly autographed. The battle that was going on in the shop's battlefield ended, the two fighters shaking hands at the end before collecting their respective models. Peter looked at the battlefield and looked around for a vacant fighter willing to spar. He hopes the level of this city is good enough to recruit from for his team.
If Gary noticed the school entrance, a dark-haired teacher exited from the door and walked to a car to place her paperwork inside. In the car there were a number of Gundam memorabilia like M'Quve's Northern Song vase, a red pillow with the Red Comet's insignia and an Earth Alliance towel. The teacher started the car and exited the car park to the direction of "Layzner's" store.</s> |
<|description|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing
Personality: Pete usually a person that thinks negatively. Stoic, strict and self-righteous he takes the hobby seriously, dismissing those weak as "plebian". He is however able to swallow his pride when he has to, such as make doing with available resources in Von Braun High.
History: An Italo-Greek American who was once part of a well-reputed Gunpla battle team in a different state, notorious for taking Gunpla battles seriously.
Peter was brought into the hobby of Gunpla battling after the Plavsky particles were rediscovered at the International Space Station. The reborn craze dragged him into the hobby and anime thanks to re-runs of past Gundam series in cable TV networks.
Peter worked hard to join the first team in Gryps High School, the Gryps Titans. The Gryps Titans is one of the strongest team in the United States and was one of the representatives for New York. With requirements harsh to join, they looked down on those below them and the attitude of the team stuck with him. In Peter's first and only year in the team, they went as far as the quarter-finals.
After the tournament, Peter's family was forced to move to Von Braun City, where there is no Gunpla team. As a result, he is forced to build one from scratch and take the helm as he begins his second year in high school education. He will have to create a team and find a suitable coach.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Byzantine Gundam
Model number: BZ-13MS
Gunpla role: Commander Close-combat Mobile Suit
Gunpla model scale: HG 1/144
Gunpla based from if original: OZ13-MS Gundam Epyon, ORB-01 Akatsuki Gundam
Armaments: Beam Sword, Epyon Claw, Epyon Shield, Heat Rod, Vulcan Gun
Special Features: MA Transformation with Byzantine Flamethrower in Double-headed eagle pieces
Description: Byzantine Gundam was created during Petrus' time in his old team. Coherent with his old team's motifs, he painted his Epyon into a predominantly red and gold colour and modelled the dragon heads into eagle heads. Compared to the Epyon is it still close-combat oriented but with more emphasis on defence. However, the heavily defended backpack for MA transformation bring a major drawback in speed and agility, forcing further reliance on brute force and defence.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas Law - THE BLUE STAR
Thomas sunk at the silence, some vacant shoppers had looked up at him for a moment but returned shortly. He guess they weren't that into Gunpla to consider battling. He stepped back into the arena room, the urge to battle festering. He needed to find someone else or he'd explode from the ideal. A bit desperate, he spotted two people inside that looked busy but inside nonetheless. One of them was a girl, silver hair flowing down to her back and quite cute. Though, she much too busy to be a battler, he thought. The other was taller and older, he looked like a competent battler but who actually knew which was one was stronger. Only a dedicated Gunpla Battler would respond to his challenge.
Confident steps clapped against the floor as he made his way to a spare arena. He had a itch that could only be scratched by Unicorn Brave Passion and he couldn't leave until he got his fix. He activated the arena, dispersing the Plavsky Particles that announced the start of a challenge. A hand reach over to touch the back of his neck and out of view, below the table, Brave Passion was wrapped in his hand. A mechanized voice asked for step 1 of the process. Thomas obliged but he wouldn't place his Gunpla down until someone accepted.
"Anyone wanna take me on? I'm warning you now though, I'm no slouch."</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter, observing the apathy of the people around him gave him a poor impression of Von Braun City. "Plebs." He muttered. He walked to the vacant battlefield. "I will accept your challenge." He answered the call. He got his Byzantine Gundam out of his case and placed it in the arena. When the GP base was set up, the base lightened up with the names and the Anaheim logo as the model was registering into the system. "So, show me what you got Von Braun." The golden Epyon variant began coming to life, ready to battle when the opponent is ready. Peter noted how the model damage has been set to the lowest due to the friendly nature of the match.
When the battle looked like it was about to start, a woman entered the store. She immediately placed away her glasses to reveal a more youthful look she hid. The owner of the store noticed the new customer but returned to his Val Walo, working on the red paint. She took notice of the battles that are about to take place and a girl working on a customised Strike-Freedom. She chose to watch the scenes from the background and pose as buying new kits.
Back at the school where the Gundam merchandised car was there was one thing that was forgotten. It was a strap that looked like it had Quatre Raberba Winner left on the ground and the teacher would only notice something is missing after she returns home.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas Law - THE BLUE STAR
The reflective mirrors of his eyes glanced towards the strong hand of the male he spotted earlier. He had to admit that it was expected but it wasn't exactly what he wanted. It was the studious ones, like the silver haired girl that were truly interesting. Even still, the battle was welcomed, hell, it was laid out with a red carpet. With a smirk, he nodded a greeting towards the guy.
"Nice, I'm happy to have you as a challenger." A RX-0 Unicorn Gunpla, with a blue shoulder plate and blue horn was set down, the plavsky particles showered through the build. "Let's go all out, no holds bars!"
The mechanized voice spoke. "Field 1. Space. Battle Begin!"
Brave Passion's eyes came to life, the neon green streaming about as it pulled out a lightsaber in one hand and held out a shield in the other. He floated forwards, his enemy coming into view. Thomas pushed forwards full speed, the sapphire thrusters speeding him through the vast scenery of space and towards the golden mecha.
"Alright! here I come!" shouted an overexcited Thomas.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Gary was looking over the magazine still when he moved over a little and accidentally pushed over his backpack. Grumbling he went to pick it up, after putting the magazine aside, only to find a small strap on the ground. Looking at it he noticed that it has a name on it. On closer inspection noticed it was a Gundam name, Well someone is missing their cosplay piece...well I'll keep it with me until someone either claims it. If no one comes along before I leave I'll hand it into the lost and found. Gary Miller thought to himself as he put the strap on top of his back pack after picking it up and resumed reading the magazine. It was talking about a couple of the old legends of the gunpla circuit. Namely the Meijins from Japan and the European Champions. Interesting to read since not many people around here sell these sort of magazines. Realizing his game was still on Gary quickly flailed over and grabbed the hand held system and he saved the game before turning it off and stuffing it in his back pack.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Finishing up her repairs it seemed there were some things that needed to be fixed and she was glad that she took time to go over it rather than just accepting that one person's fight request. It was probably for the best after all if she tried to do a fight with how it was the arm probably wouldn't have lasted all that long in the battle. Packing up her items but leaving her gunpla out she stopped to watch the battle it should prove interesting if her hunches was correct. The two people fighting was using what seemed to be a modified Epyon if she was not mistaken so a close range fighter though judging by the equipment loaded on it the speed wouldn't be great. The other person on the other was using a straight Gundam Unicorn but who knows what exactly was hidden beneath its frame. Though just going by its lack of ranged weapons it was a close range fighter. Seeing those gunpla she couldn't help but think of strategies against them while brushing a stray hair from her face. For the Epyon she would have to try and use her speed to out pace it and hopefully strike at it than run guerilla tactics at its finest. Though for the Unicorn one it would seem that bombarding the enemy would be needed considering his lack of ranged weapons if she could control the range victory would be hers. Finishing those thoughts she looked back at her gunpla her Freedom Impulse was a speed and range fighter and while it was pretty well built she felt that there was still more she could do for it. One thing she was thinking of was replacing the wing for a more powerful backpack that contained dragoons or funnels but also had an extra cannon something similar to the backpack that was used by Iori's build Gundam mk2. Though this was still far off before she could even think of doing something like that as she went to watch the fight between the two.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
The Byzantine Gundam entered the space battlefield with the pilot observing the surrounding. The radar began showing the speeding Unicorn Gundam heading towards him. Peter quickly reacted by drawing his beam-sword and blocked the attack with output placed enough to prevent his opponent from slice him. When the Unicorn's movement became slower due to his block he used a kick to push it away and transformed into his double-headed eagle MA mode to his in one of the surrounding asteroids to get time to analyse his enemy. "The opponent, certainly using a Unicorn Gundam." He noted. "An agile close-combat modification. Sounds like a good contrast to my armoured close-combat." He transformed his Byzantine Gundam back to it's MS mode to prepare for another melee.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas Law - THE BLUE STAR
Brave Passion clashed with the golden mecha for a moment, the humming of the two beamsabers pushing each other made the bout all the more real. Outwardly the youth eyes narrowed, realizing the difference between this man and other Gunpla Battlers he had met so far. This one had some experience under his belt, that much was obvious from his quick block, but was enough to beat him? that was the real question.
As his opponent broke away from the clash, he lowered his four-petaled shield to block the kick and let him burst away. He wasn't into chasing, at least not usually but this guy could actually offer him a good fight. It would had been easy to impale the protruding leg but he didn't want to end it too quickly. With that mode-change, he's definitely quicker but not by too much. Me and my sister did a good job with this Gunpla and its not just for show! he thought aloud.
The blue-horned Unicorn sped off towards the Asteroid, Byzantine hid behind, the radar on the interface bleeped more the closer he got. He held his shield up in case of fire, laxed his hands on the controls in case of emergency maneuvers, and held his beamsaber off to his side. "You won't beat me by simply looking. Its experience that really teaches the soul. It's a quote from my sister, you should probably write it down."
Diane Law - RED HOT
Walking aimlessly through the campus was a beauty of a woman. Red hair tied up in a messy bun, her golden eyes were prodding the ground for something missing. She had lost it. She had freaking lost it and it was the latest volume too. Here she thought she'd get a good read in while waiting for her Narutard.
She smoothed out the formal dress she was wearing for the meeting with Thomas' principle today, mother couldn't make it and neither could Luke. So she was the next best thing, of course she would had done a better job than Luke anyway. Looking up, she pulled a strand behind her ear and spotted the cover of her magazine in a boy's hand. With an exaggerated yelled, she sprinted off towards him, her steps perfectly balance in the heels she wore. Smoke was thrown up behind her as she came to a stop and heaved in front of him.
"You! you have my magazine!" she huffed, cheeks blown up and oddly cute. "Its really expensive and I had to fly it out from Japan, please give it back."</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"Whoa whoa there Miss I wasn't going to do anything to it. I saw it sitting here and figured I'd take a look at it. Saw it was an import and thought it might have some cool articles. Better than button mashing my way to hell on this little thing." Gary said handing her the magazine and then pointing out he had a hand held game system with him. "If it means anything I'm sorry for taking your magazine without permission just saw it was left out so I saw no harm in checking it out. You know like those magazines at the doctor's office. Oh yeah I almost forgot about this... Miss is this yours too? I found it nearby." Gary continued offering her the small strap that had the name Quatre on it. Gary didn't really want to deal with a panicked girl so he'd figured it was best to just chill out and have her calm down a bit. After all if this magazine was hers then why would he have any right to say wait or no despite the fact that he was just about done reading it. "Oh and the name's Gary by the way."</s>
| <|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter saw how his opponent smashed through the asteroid he hid in. It was part of his plan however with the the asteroid's debris meant to blind him. From behind he rushed with his beamsabre to get a chance in the unguarded area of his opponent. "I see this city is not full of Plebians as I thought." He remarked at his impressive opponent. "I don't who your sister is but you are only yourself! Not your sister!"
The teacher looked at the battle with interest while holding a box of 1/144 Gundam Spiegel. It was a feeling that she used to feel long time ago in Europe where she was once prominent. She noticed another girl closeby, the same girl that was at the work-bench earlier. Taking a closer look at the battle she saw how it was between a golden Epyon and a Unicorn Gundam with minor colourations of blue and noted how coincidental that her own model is based off both Gundam Wing and Gundam Unicorn.</s> |
<|description|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing
Personality: Pete usually a person that thinks negatively. Stoic, strict and self-righteous he takes the hobby seriously, dismissing those weak as "plebian". He is however able to swallow his pride when he has to, such as make doing with available resources in Von Braun High.
History: An Italo-Greek American who was once part of a well-reputed Gunpla battle team in a different state, notorious for taking Gunpla battles seriously.
Peter was brought into the hobby of Gunpla battling after the Plavsky particles were rediscovered at the International Space Station. The reborn craze dragged him into the hobby and anime thanks to re-runs of past Gundam series in cable TV networks.
Peter worked hard to join the first team in Gryps High School, the Gryps Titans. The Gryps Titans is one of the strongest team in the United States and was one of the representatives for New York. With requirements harsh to join, they looked down on those below them and the attitude of the team stuck with him. In Peter's first and only year in the team, they went as far as the quarter-finals.
After the tournament, Peter's family was forced to move to Von Braun City, where there is no Gunpla team. As a result, he is forced to build one from scratch and take the helm as he begins his second year in high school education. He will have to create a team and find a suitable coach.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Byzantine Gundam
Model number: BZ-13MS
Gunpla role: Commander Close-combat Mobile Suit
Gunpla model scale: HG 1/144
Gunpla based from if original: OZ13-MS Gundam Epyon, ORB-01 Akatsuki Gundam
Armaments: Beam Sword, Epyon Claw, Epyon Shield, Heat Rod, Vulcan Gun
Special Features: MA Transformation with Byzantine Flamethrower in Double-headed eagle pieces
Description: Byzantine Gundam was created during Petrus' time in his old team. Coherent with his old team's motifs, he painted his Epyon into a predominantly red and gold colour and modelled the dragon heads into eagle heads. Compared to the Epyon is it still close-combat oriented but with more emphasis on defence. However, the heavily defended backpack for MA transformation bring a major drawback in speed and agility, forcing further reliance on brute force and defence.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"Understood I shall eliminate the gundam unit." With that said though she quickly took off twisting around to avoid the shots from the glansa. She caught some of the scorn at her chosen unit but she ignored as she focused on fighting the glansa in front of her. It seemed this would turn into a fire fight well lets see who had more fire power she thought as she landed on a building. Shooting off some shots from her beam rifles as cover she than brought up her cannon and fired that as well. Before dodging some shots from the resulting smoke it seemed that despite using a non customized unit the glansa pilot was able to at least handle that much force. Following up on the attack she launched her dragoons and rail cannons hitting one arm before he managed to dodge. Seeing this she called back her dragoons and took flight going forward it was time for a more close up match it seemed.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Unleashing his missiles at the enemy suit's dragoons the enemy pilot grinned, "I got this in the bag!" he commented aloud as he opened fire on the enemy pilot. He flew up into the air and unleashed more powerful shots at the pilot of the freedom as he dodged enemy shots or blocked them with his superior armor/shielding. "This is my AGE!" he commented pridefully as he flew towards the enemy pilot.
"Where are you at?" Gary muttered disgruntled. He was wondering where the hell the enemy was located at. He couldn't kill the douche if he couldn't find the douche. "Come out wherever you are...so I can murder you..." Gary muttered looking through the sunny city.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter turned to see the woman that spoke to him. His jaw dropped when he recognised her as Diane Law, also known as the Red Hot. He never knew she had a brother. "It is an honour to meet the Red Hot here." He accepted the hand, greatly respecting her as a professional fighter. "My name is Peter Iustianus and I moved here from New York." He was given a stroke of inspiration. "I moved to Von Braun High School near by and I plan to form a Gunpla club to enter the national championship. Can you be our coach?" He pleaded. Seperately he returned to Thomas. "Also will you be interested in joining the club?"
The teacher looked to see Diane from an angle she can see without being noticed. She didn't expect her to be in California as she operated mostly in New York and other East Coast states. She remembered how they battled once in one of the world tournaments, the fight remembered as one of the best in the tournament. When she tried to look away before being seen she saw the poster of a customised Gundam Sandrock, distracted by old memories of her active years.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"pride comes before the fall you know she replied." Combining the beam rifles she let out a large shot than quickly following it up with the rail cannons and the long range beam cannon. That should buy me some time she thought as she took to the air and quickly brought out her beam sabers before combining them to form the double bladed beam lance. Using on the distraction from the dragoons that survived she quickly went behind the enemy and let out a few attacks from the beam lance and a shot from the rail cannons before jumping back and separating the beam lance. Despite not wanting to do this she quickly took to the sky and brought out her beam rifles once and taking advantage of her multi lock on system she let out multiple shots from all her artillery each targeting a different part on the glansa.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"I got you now you minx! Wait what!?" The AGE pilot growled as his armor on the side arm was blown off and he lost a rifle. "That ain't good." he grumbled as he returned fire with his remaining rifle. The enemy suit was quick for the AGE Glansa pilot. It circled around him while he was still trying to get a grasp of what the hell was happening in order for his prized AGE Glansa to get it's armor broken! That bitch helping that kid wasn't some super star he'd have know if she was! "You little-!" he growled as he was forced to dodge the enemy suit by going down into the city and he proceeded to use the buildings as cover. He vanished into a cloud of dust as the lock on hit the building instead of him as he managed to narrowly dodge the attack.
Gary was simply looking around trying to find the Gouf wondering what the hell this guy was thinking in playing hide and seek. "You know...I thought you were going to be Mr. Big Tough Dude but in reality? He was just as much filled with as hot air as a deflated balloon. All in all it seemed like he woul-
Gary's line of thought was interrupted by a rifle fire from the gouf custom, "Looks like you're going to get wrecked today boy!" the enemy pilot shouted as rounds smashed into his O's armor but luckily for Gary the armor held up long enough for him to retreat behind a column of rock and return fire, albeit with blind firing, at the enemy gouf. "You think I'm stupid enough to get near you with that thing's arsenal!? You're crazy now die!" the enemy pilot said clearly happy with Gary's ineptitude. "I may be rusty as hell big guy but I'm not going to let you walk all over me and destroy me!" Gary said as he used The O's maneuvering abilities to dodge the enemy shots after the column collapsed and he was forced out into the open. "Not bad but not good enough!" the boy said.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"Troublesome ran into the city for cover it seems she muttered." Seeing that the Glansa has managed to survive though not without a sacrifice it seemed since he lost one of his rifles. Taking off she flew over the city to avoid getting blindsided by the buildings which could hinder her sight and movement. It seemed that the Glansa was hiding probably trying to buy time and or wait to blindside her if she rushed into the city. Landing on top of a building she took stock of her area it seemed that there was a brief skirmish between her partner and the gouf unit but she did not see any signs of them. Doing another quick over she saw the Glansa behind a building figuring it was probably a trap she sent out one of her dragoons to hopefully flush him out.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas & Diane Law - THE BLUE STAR
Diane shook her head slowly, a kind smile on her lips. "Not at all, I've actually given up Gunpla Battling. Haven't I, Thomas?"
"Mhmm," he answered, rubbing Brave Passion with his sleeve tenderly. "Though I keep begging her to come back to her so I can prove I'm better."
She let out a short groan before glancing off towards the store. She noticed another woman who seemed to be staring off towards one of the many Gunpla's around her. She couldn't help but feel she looked familiar but the name and face was escaping her for some reason. Diane shrugged her shoulders and looked back towards Thomas.
"I have to meet your principle today, remember that little talk we had an hour ago? why weren't you at he school?"
"Gunpla of course," he answered obviously. Then he realized he had almost forgotten to answer Peter's question. He looked towards the boy with a smile. "And my answers is yes, I'd love to join your club. Fighting strong Gunpla Battlers is my ambition."</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"I will get you! I'll destroy you like Norris should have to that punk!" the boy shouted at Gary as Gary smiled. "Indeed and what happened to that 'punk' he kicked your buddy in the nuts and gutted him! You're not even on my level kid! There's a reason why I've always wanted to fight with Londo Bell it's because Zeon has awful pilots like you fighting for them!" Gary mocked him as the boy responded as he thought he would have. "How DARE YOU insult a pilot of Zeon!" the boy said firing more rifle rounds but going out in the open allowing Gary to blast the enemy's arm clean off at the hinge where his gunpla's joint was. "WHAT THE HELL!?" The boy recoiled but before he recovered Gary had always forced him into a corner. Gary grabbed the boy's other arm with his other arm and smashed the enemy suit's cockpit with his other two secret arms which used beam sabers. "You underestimated The O and you underestimated me! You're lucky you got this far..." Gary commented as he pushed back as the enemy suit crumbled to the ground and for good measure Gary put two beam rifle shots in it's head and leg. "One down now where is that other son of a gun..." Gary grumbled moving away from the fallen enemy. However as luck would have it the enemy suit was taking cover in a nearby building. "Hey hey hey...what do we got here...." Gary muttered as he carefully aimed his O's rifle and quickly shot to the enemy's head but ended up hitting the back of the suit damaging it's thrusters but it was enough to spook the enemy suit out into the open. "NEW GIRL TAKE THE SHOT!" Gary shouted as he forced the enemy back into the open sky with copious amounts of rifle fire from his O.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"Roger releasing all limits on artillery" She muttered it was time to end this she thought. Jumping up to where the glansa was she combined her beam rifles and aimed her beam cannon. Firing the beam cannon to hit on the chest than using the high burst shot from her combined beam rifle to hit it again this time on the head. "Entering cool down phase she muttered" It was the downside to her high full burst mode it allowed her shots to become stronger but it forced her into a cool down state after words where she could only rely on her beam sabers. Though judging by the glansa's condition it was highly unlikely that it would be getting back up. "Hey O unit it looks like its over she said thanks for letting me join in the battle. though I think I'll be switching gunpla for a little while I repair this to full standard she muttered to herself"</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
The boy could only look on in horror as his unit was completely engulfed in plavsky particles and was accordingly destroyed. "BATTLE ENDED. VICTORY TEAM ONE." commented the machine as the field dispersed. "Looks like you losers lost...now screw off." Gary commented bluntly to the enemy as he retrieved his O from the machine and put it back in it's case. "How did...we're the....we're the strongest in our club..." commented the boy in shock as Gary turned around and went to leave. However he nearly forgot something. The girl next to him thanked him and he held up a fist. "Yep good job lady. Maybe we'll see each other around some time I guess. The name's Gary for reference sake. Also don't worry about your gunpla the damage level was set to the lowest it can be. I wouldn't worry about it." Gary said shrugging it off as he left through the door into the main hall. His back pack was slung over his shoulder and he pulled out his portable game console and started off from where he left off, "Another one bites the dust...pow...another bites the dust..." he said as he exited the store promptly with a bit of confidence in his step he didn't have earlier.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Marie couldn't help but smile she had a decent battle and managed to find some minor flaws in her gunpla so it was all good to her at least. Packing up her gunpla she was careful as she put it in its box while zipping up her duffel bag it seemed her wings are still able to fly. Stepping out of the back room to the main area she couldn't help but look it seemed that those two who were battling was still there though they seem to be finishing up. Stepping up she decided it was time to talk seeing as the person RED HOT was still there "Sorry for intruding but I been meaning to ask you a question why did you have me step into the battle for you rather than doing it yourself that is if you don't mind me asking?" That question has been bugging her ever since she was asked why would a top level gunpla fighter ask her do something of that nature. While it wasn't unheard of seeing as the Meijin did that those type of things with aspiring newbies among others it was strange to her.</s>
| <|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
It looked like the battle in the other battlefield finished just as Peter noticed more people came to the main room. He shook his hand with Thomas, to welcome him. "I would like to say welcome, but we still need to find more people and a coach." He responded. "If you go this shop, you go to Von Braun High right? You have any idea on anyone else from the school we can recruit?" Before Peter can ask again however a girl was speaking to the Red Hot now. He wondered where he will have go for a coach: one massive obstacle that is preventing entry to the regional qualifiers.</s> |
<|description|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing
Personality: Pete usually a person that thinks negatively. Stoic, strict and self-righteous he takes the hobby seriously, dismissing those weak as "plebian". He is however able to swallow his pride when he has to, such as make doing with available resources in Von Braun High.
History: An Italo-Greek American who was once part of a well-reputed Gunpla battle team in a different state, notorious for taking Gunpla battles seriously.
Peter was brought into the hobby of Gunpla battling after the Plavsky particles were rediscovered at the International Space Station. The reborn craze dragged him into the hobby and anime thanks to re-runs of past Gundam series in cable TV networks.
Peter worked hard to join the first team in Gryps High School, the Gryps Titans. The Gryps Titans is one of the strongest team in the United States and was one of the representatives for New York. With requirements harsh to join, they looked down on those below them and the attitude of the team stuck with him. In Peter's first and only year in the team, they went as far as the quarter-finals.
After the tournament, Peter's family was forced to move to Von Braun City, where there is no Gunpla team. As a result, he is forced to build one from scratch and take the helm as he begins his second year in high school education. He will have to create a team and find a suitable coach.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Byzantine Gundam
Model number: BZ-13MS
Gunpla role: Commander Close-combat Mobile Suit
Gunpla model scale: HG 1/144
Gunpla based from if original: OZ13-MS Gundam Epyon, ORB-01 Akatsuki Gundam
Armaments: Beam Sword, Epyon Claw, Epyon Shield, Heat Rod, Vulcan Gun
Special Features: MA Transformation with Byzantine Flamethrower in Double-headed eagle pieces
Description: Byzantine Gundam was created during Petrus' time in his old team. Coherent with his old team's motifs, he painted his Epyon into a predominantly red and gold colour and modelled the dragon heads into eagle heads. Compared to the Epyon is it still close-combat oriented but with more emphasis on defence. However, the heavily defended backpack for MA transformation bring a major drawback in speed and agility, forcing further reliance on brute force and defence.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas Law - The Blue Star
This could be the guy, he thought.
He turned to face the guy, noting his light brown hair and cool green eyes. He titled his head to the left, feeling like he had seen him from somewhere. When he couldn't pinpoint the memory, he slid it to the side, and for a moment just stared with unnerving but blank expression.
"Nah, not really," he answered, balancing one of his feet on the tip of its shoes and tossing his back pack over his shoulder. "Actually, I'm looking for someone. I think his name is Gary or something like that? Are you him?"</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"Uh yeah I'm named Gary. Don't know anyone else here named Gary. I'm Gary Miller if that helps." Gary stated slowly and raising an eyebrow. Was this kid seriously looking for him? Why? Teachers most likely but why talk about gunpla? He was only in some tournament in the east a couple times. It wasn't something to note...unless they knew his elder brother. "So yeah gunpla..." Gary said awkwardly.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
Alice couldn't help but sigh it seems that everyone was going at their own pace the one person who was with them went off somewhere leaving her with the two Marie from what she gathered and the other person. Though she could see why they needed at least one other person and a coach so they were looking for this one chemistry teacher. That was before she heard a interesting question what type of mobile suit do you use. Deciding to jump in she made herself known "I use a modified tallgeese with strong physical capabilities than a standard tallgeese with a dober gun that can be switched out for a beam lancer." She threw in her Legion after all was her pride and joy while not a gundam it was a strong solid unit.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter noted Alice's presence along with Marie. "Based on the Roman Legion. Interesting." He noted as they climbed the stairs. "I use the Byzantine Gundam, an Epyon model I customised." He elaborated. "I increased the armour thickness in exchange for speed so there is a better survival chance against beam projectiles. I additionally added greek-fire like flamethrowers for use in Mobile Armour mode in the shape of a double-headed eagle. I still have the model specialising in close-combat and these are all additions to complement it." He remembered how he used it during his time in the Titans that represented New York's team-playing field. The team was notorious of its very elitist attitude and was headed by Constantin Theodosian with other members such as Heraclius Augustus, Michael Palaiologos, Zeno Leonid and Theodora Cyprus. He never heard of who replaced him after he left.
The three reached outside the teacher's lounge at the foreign languages department. He looked at the decoration around, to see the decorations rich with foreign languages such as Spanish, German and Mandarin. Peter looked back at the two girls that followed him. "Are you all ready to ask for the teacher?" He made sure with both of them before thinking of knocking the door.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"I am as ready as I'll ever be" Marie said as she stood in front of the door where the teacher was supposedly at. She was a bit nervous before she stamped that out she wasn't a child who needed her hand held she must face her foes with pride and dignity but most of all without a hint of fear. Still it wasn't much the teacher could do to them as they were just asking a question she reasoned. Though thinking back Peter seemed dead set on having this one teacher be the advisor must be a solid reason for why. Shaking those thoughts from her head she motioned that she was ready as she will ever be. Now was just waiting for him to knock on the door to see if she was there.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
"I'm ready as ill ever be" Alice said after all what harm was there to something like this just knock see if the teacher was there and if not find out. Though if she was all they had to do was ask if they would be willing to act as advisor for the gunpla club and or team depending on which one was preferred. It was a simple thing but for sense of excitement just grew at the thought of finding someone who would be willing to lead a gunpla club. She kind of wondered if they knew a thing of building gunpla because if so she had a few things that she wanted to make changes on her Legion but did not know how to go about it to find a suitable change for the booster pack for it.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas Law - The Blue Star
Thomas pulled up a chair beside Gary, his blue eyes dancing as he gazed at the guy. He didn't seem to be that strong though his fingers did remind him a bit of his sisters, strong and meticulous, precise and controlled. They screamed practiced handling. He furrowed his brows and lifted his hand in greeting. "Yo, I'm Thomas. We're trying to build a Gunpla club here. You interested?" he asked direct and not tactfully.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Gary smirked and turned around and put his hands behind his head and pushed back into the chair, "Well boss that's something I may be interested in depending on if the people in it are any good. I'm not the best, I'll never claim to be, but I've got better things to do then mess with people who have no clue what they're doing. Most of these kids don't give a dang about gunpla what makes me positive that this club will be any fun?"</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Seeing that both girls are readt he knocked at the door. He waited for a few seconds until one of the teachers opened, looking at the Quatre strap Thomas quickly handed to him earlier. If it's Quatre from Wing then there should be a Gundam enthusiasit somewhere. "Hello, do you need to see a teacher?" The older man with a long beard asked.
Peter nodded. "Yes, I wish to speak to Miss Lindemann." He answered. "We wish to speak to her about extra-curricular activities."
The bearded teacher closed the door once to find the teacher. Later another teacher opened the door. Her ivory skin, dark hair and grey eyes were features of Miss Lindemann. She showed some worrying face. "Umm... I'm not hosting any activities." She said to them, sheepishly.
Peter shook her head. "Actually we are hoping that you would sponsor ours." He clarified. "We are looking at starting a Gunpla club in this school."
Miss Lindemann looked at the student. "I don't know much about the hobby." She said, keeping her sheepish tone. "I only know that you build model kits, customise and fight with it."
Peter started to doubt that the teacher is a fighter but there were some contradictions. He had a look at the Quatre strap he's holding.
Something changed in the teacher. She noticed the strap of her favourite Gundam character and was joyed to find it again. "You found it!" She proclaimed happily. "I though I lost it but-" She realised that her cover was just blown.
The student was kind of surprised at the reaction. "A friend of mine that also wants to form the club found it yesterday." He explained. He had a brainstorm on how to proceed next. "If you know who Quatre is then you do know Gundam."
Miss Lindemann sighed with frustration. "Fine, you found me." Her tone changed to something more frustrated. "I am Donna Lindemann, the German champion a year ago." She became tired of standing up and keeping the door open to speak with them. "I can't stand up all day, we're taking those seats." She pointed at the lounge chairs close to the door and took a seat in one of them. "I retired from battling since the tournament and I am not planning to take apprentices. Also last time I checked nearly none of the students showed interest."</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Grabbing a seat Marie sat down opposite of the teacher and thought about what she said. "Well I dont know about the others but I say that there are people interested if they would go up front and ask" Marie retorted at the teachers remark. Normally she would have just let Peter do the talking but how she replied to the question annoyed her it was like she was dismissing them as less than worthless. "I take great pride that I managed to get where I am today if you are like this than I would rather work by myself than have a washed up champion teach me." She muttered more than a little annoyed at how they were being brushed off she knew that they would not stand a chance to her but still to brush off their hard work and dedication to it was not something she would take lying down. Marie took a deep breath she to calm herself down she was not speaking logically but with her pride that was not like her but in all honesty something about how she said that she was not planning on taking apprentices and or how none of the students showed interest annoyed her.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
Grabbing a seat that the teacher pointed to Alice sat down and thought about the situation at hand. It was obvious it would take something big to convince the teacher that they were worth it but what exactly. Paying some attention to Marie's little outburst she understood where she was coming from but a bit more patience would have served better or so she thought. "Look Miss Lindemann is there anything that we could do to prove that we are worth it?" Alice said out loud she had to do something similar when trying to convince the coach of her old team the Braves to let her join as well.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas Law - The Blue Star
"Boss?" Thomas repeated, smirking at the laid back guy. "I sorta like that title, you can keep calling me that if you like, I don't mind." He tapped the toes of one of his shoes against the floor before switching subjects. "On another note, I will claim to be the best. And that in itself is proof enough."
Pulling his bookbag from his back, he unzipped it and pulled out Brave Passion, the Unicorn Build that had seen him through years of battle. The signature blue shoulder guard and horn was present. "I'm The Blue Star. I'm a bit famous myself around these parts. As we speak there's a Gunpla Club itching to be formed. C'on, help us build this thing."</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"Kid have you seen the competition over in Japan? That tournament winner called Sei that guy with that sick custom strike? Maybe something more local like the Niels guy who wrecked the tallgeese valkyrie? Have you seen Cage with his upgraded Gundam Maxter? You're all talk I doubt you're nearly as good as them. Get over yourself." Gary said calmly dismissing the boy with casual dismissal. When the boy pulled out his own gunpla and basically shoved it in his face Gary looked at the boy and nodded, "Your ego is bloated and I've never heard of your sorry ass but I'll give you your due that gunpla is pretty solid. I don't have my old friend to compare it too but here's what I got." Gary said pulling out his own gunpla. It was a black and white painted GP-O1 Full B Gundam with a nice frame and the color was spot on perfect. "I made this too look like the Nu Gundam. I've never used it before but I take pride in what I do. But you know what since you talk big and you walk big I'll see how things are done and I'll take a walk with you too where the club is located at. If I like the way it looks I'll give it a shot. Sound good?"</s>
| <|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
The teacher thought of it apathetically. "Like I said, I cannot agree to coach." She responded.
Peter realised that he still has leverage. "Excuse me Miss Lindemann, my friend found the strap for you." He added to the argument. "We feel as a token of appreciation you should at least give us a proper chance."
Miss Lindemann remembered at how the strap is still in their hands. "Very well." She answered in frustration. "I will battle you at Layzner's after school. Gather your team and Gunpla and you will find me at the store." She knew concessions eventually had to be made. Before anyone can speak to her again she returned to the teacher's lounge.
Peter looked at the strap, realising that she forgot it again. "At least we have a battle coming up." He remarked to the girls. "Let's get to Thomas now to tell him what happened." He got out of his seat and walked to the direction of the library. "After school, we bring everything we need and meet at the third-year lockers."
The student opened the door as quietly as possible. He looked around for a while and found Thomas speaking to someone new. "The teacher agreed to battle us after school." He whispered. "I say meet at the third-year lockers after school and then go to Layzner's."</s> |
<|description|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing
Personality: Pete usually a person that thinks negatively. Stoic, strict and self-righteous he takes the hobby seriously, dismissing those weak as "plebian". He is however able to swallow his pride when he has to, such as make doing with available resources in Von Braun High.
History: An Italo-Greek American who was once part of a well-reputed Gunpla battle team in a different state, notorious for taking Gunpla battles seriously.
Peter was brought into the hobby of Gunpla battling after the Plavsky particles were rediscovered at the International Space Station. The reborn craze dragged him into the hobby and anime thanks to re-runs of past Gundam series in cable TV networks.
Peter worked hard to join the first team in Gryps High School, the Gryps Titans. The Gryps Titans is one of the strongest team in the United States and was one of the representatives for New York. With requirements harsh to join, they looked down on those below them and the attitude of the team stuck with him. In Peter's first and only year in the team, they went as far as the quarter-finals.
After the tournament, Peter's family was forced to move to Von Braun City, where there is no Gunpla team. As a result, he is forced to build one from scratch and take the helm as he begins his second year in high school education. He will have to create a team and find a suitable coach.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Byzantine Gundam
Model number: BZ-13MS
Gunpla role: Commander Close-combat Mobile Suit
Gunpla model scale: HG 1/144
Gunpla based from if original: OZ13-MS Gundam Epyon, ORB-01 Akatsuki Gundam
Armaments: Beam Sword, Epyon Claw, Epyon Shield, Heat Rod, Vulcan Gun
Special Features: MA Transformation with Byzantine Flamethrower in Double-headed eagle pieces
Description: Byzantine Gundam was created during Petrus' time in his old team. Coherent with his old team's motifs, he painted his Epyon into a predominantly red and gold colour and modelled the dragon heads into eagle heads. Compared to the Epyon is it still close-combat oriented but with more emphasis on defence. However, the heavily defended backpack for MA transformation bring a major drawback in speed and agility, forcing further reliance on brute force and defence.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
Seeing the trouble "blue star" got himself in and hearing Peter's call she moving back while shooting hoping to at least distract the the gundam for a bit to allow her teammate to escape. "This is all I can do at this rate Zechs she called while firing but most of her shots did nothing to stop the sandgeist from her focus on the "blue star". "She's not responding to the shots might have to try going in for a close range attack Zechs." She called out before charging up a shot it was a dangerous move if it failed she might damage her teammate in the cross fire and the debris but this was her only chance she thought before firing a large shot at the gundam sandgeist from her flank.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
The barrage shook his suit and camera, leaving but stormy tails of dust in front of his optics. He was surprised but not by much, he had just barely put his shield between himself and the shots. Though he was being battered, his suit hurt and degraded, Thomas just smirked behind the impervious concentration that zoomed in on the enemy.
"I'm better than you!"
She seemed focused on hurting him and since she had found it smart to continuing firing on him, covering him in debris, Thomas instincts kicked in quickly afterwards. He pulled out his beam saber on the side of his guarding shield, picked himself up into a crouch, and igniting the saber slid out of the way of fire before retreating from the Sandesgeist.
My instincts were yelling for me to get out of dodge. But not from the Sandesgeist, he thought to himself.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Charging forward she charged ahead towards the gundam sandgeist though she stopped short at seeing the large dust cloud where they were not to mention the shots from Alice and her dober gun. She could make out that Thomas was guarding and Lindemann was pushing him back there was no way she could go in otherwise she risk getting shot at from Alice's barrage. Seeing no other choice she took out with her free hand a beam pistol and shot the sandgeist from behind. This was her only strategy taking a few more shots she stopped and jumped back sensing something bad was going to happen. Taking a eye of things from her new vantage point she saw Alice charging up her shot that was going to either damage Thomas if he did not make it out and or damage Lindemann but she doubted it would hit either.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Sensing incoming ranged attack from different directions the Gundam Sandesgeist did an incredible jump to avoid them all with the graceful move demonstrating her skills as both a builder and fighter. Figuring out where one of the sources of the ranged attacks are, she began to dash at Marie's position. Before the student will be able to react to her charge the tonfas on the Unicorn-based arm of the Sandesgeist created a shoted-shaped green-colour particle-based blade, destroying the pistol.
As Thomas was relieved of the attacks Peter brought his Byzantine Gundam to where Miss Lindemann once was to check the damages on the customised Unicorn. "Thomas, are you okay?" He asked him. The Byzantine pilot also heard Gary's voice. "Gary, I hear you clear. I agree that we need to work together." He made sure he was connected to everyone before giving a rough plan. "We win if we can give even a minor damage. We will attack herand when we do so, attack in a way she can't escape from."</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"I need a clear shot get me a clear shot and this is over! I'll stay in cover until I'm needed! The GP-O1 isn't anything special Peter I don't want to have to use it's melee features unless I have too. I'm proficient with a shield and saber but not as well as I'd like. And firing from my current position will just expose my position." Gary responded hurrying to set up shop on the hill. He dug himself in and put one of his beam sabers on the ground so if need be he could simply discard his rifle and immediately pick up the saber for all the good it would do him.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"Roger accepting mission" Marie said as she moved back from the teacher and along the way dropped the remains of her pistol. Holstering her one katana at the hip she withdrew the two on her shoulders and got into a battle stance. "Ill try to buy time for your clear shot but I do not know how long I can last" she called out. Digging her right foot into the ground she calmed her breathing and charged forward right now she needed to buy time for Gary to get a shot in while she knew she wouldn't last long she would do her best to for her teammates. Swinging one of her katanas down she set out to try and buy time for Gary.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
Thomas nodded at Peter absently, his own thoughts focusing on Linderman and how excited he was to be fighting her. It was almost like fighting his sister, except this battle was a lot more chaotic and had a desperate factor to it. His Unicorn rose up to its feet as he dropped the bullet riddled shield to the ground and pulled out his second beam saber.
The chatter over the comms were in his ears and with his mind taking a repose, he was capable of actually responding. "I'll back up samurai girl," he told the others before bursting off to enter the fray with the girl. He knew he'd be a bit behind his teammate melee attack, so he would wait for the teacher to retreat or press forwards against the woman before slashing down on her--making the battle a two on one. His expansive movements were erratic but precise, risky but worth the cost. For every blow was meant to leave the woman exposed in one way or the other. Even more so with samurai girl's help.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Miss Lindemann reacted to Thomas' backattack as if she had a third-eye, parrying gracefully with her beam-shotel. "You are the Red Hot's brother?" She asked. Continuing to parry the attacks from two Gunpla showed her stamina that was professional level.
Peter observed the battle and looked to contact Alice now. "Alice, I need you to join the close-combat!" He ordered.
The Tallgeese Legion's camera shined in the moonlight. "Roger." She replied. The Mobile Suit placed it's vernier at full speed and prepared to charge with it's lance. As it was closing to the sight of the battle and when she was about to enter, The Gundam Sandesgeist immediately identified the new enemy and bisected it vertically with little haste.
Observing the damage from the Byzantine Gundam flying above the youth saw the caliber of the German champion. "Alice!" He shouted in vain. "It looks like she's not going to lose unless one of us is harmed." The Gundam transformed back into it's Mobile Suit mode and began descending to the battle. "Gary! Shoot now!" He ordered! "We sealed her exits!"</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"Open wide and say boom mother trucker!" Gary said grinning as he fired four shots in consecutive order. Gary's shots were precise and aimed directly at the enemy's chest. Body shots were more likely to hit more than head shots. Two shots were directed at the enemy itself while the others were directed to the nearby left and to the right in hopes of hitting something in case it moved to either side. "Gotcha..." Gary grinned with satisfaction. He loved it when a plan came together.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
The shots from Gary's rifle flew with precision at the sit of the battle. Miss Lindemann saw the incoming shots but with her exits sealed she realised she's done for. The first shots struck the Byzantine Gundam but the later shots glanced the Sandesgeist's cockpit.
Peter saw the large scratch made by the shot. "We won didn't we?" He asked. "I thought we can only win if I had to get some damage as well."
The teacher nodded. "You did win." She pointed out. "But you only did so because you all worked together." When the sage advice was given the announcementfrom the machine was given.
CONCESSION SIGNAL CONFIRMED
BATTLE ENDED
As the plavsky particle dispersal ended Peter claimed his Byzantine Gundam and immediately looked at the damage given in his model. Miss Lindemann picked up her Sandesgeist and walked to the students. "I will keep my word." She said to them. "You all showed some potential in teamwork and skills. I will get the school to register the club and register for the Under 19 national tournament." She wiped her sweat with her keffiyeh and to be honest the battle with the student reminded her how Gunpla battle is fun.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"Heh I won with GP-01. Hm it looks like I won't need to use my old pal after all. But hey don't we need to register for qualifying rounds in a regional before we get to the main tournament?" Gary said confidently feeling good that his suit was what decided the victory for their team. Of course he didn't have that big of an ego. He got lucky shots in a closed in space. He also didn't do any major damage meaning his weapon either hit poorly or it's power was below what he expected. Well he wasn't Jarrett so he could live with either of that. "You know if we go in feet all cold we may not be prepared for how hot the competition is."</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Grabbing Fubuki she sighed as she now had to replace the pistols for it. Still she got out with minor damage though that was mainly due to the fact she had little part to play in the battle. "Also I do believe Gary is right we do need a qualifying round tournament before even thinking of entering a big tournament. Also we need to coordinate as a team more I am more of a ranged fighter but did not bring my main gunpla with me so used my spare." Marie stated as she looked to see the reactions of those around her still she supposed their victory was a good one all things considered.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
After reclaiming his Unicorn suit and its detached pieces, Thomas smiled at the conclusion of the battle. He had done a fair bit in securing victory though he would have liked to take her own by himself. With the way the battle went, he wouldn't do so well against his sister. Ms. Linderman was good but he honestly felt RED HOT was a few feet ahead of her when it came to combat.
He cracked his neck lightly and went to work on returning Brave Passion to its standby armament. "Forget all that, I say we skip straight to the main. If we want to become stronger, we need to face against strong opponents. I don't want to go up against weaklings. With Ms. Linderman's influence I'm sure she can find us some strong competition."
Thomas glazed over the others with a relatively carefree smile as he massaged one of his shoulders.</s>
| <|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Miss Lindemann shook her head. "When I mean register to the national tournament I mean they will place us in the Northern California qualifiers." She pointed out. "Until the qualifiers begin I will train you and sometimes arrange friendly matches with other schools interested. I may call in a few favours from my old friends." She looked at Thomas. "I fought your sister once in one of the world tournament's rounds. We fought one on one and the battle was too long that they had to make it a sudden death. Send my regards to your sister." The teacher saw Marie. "We will be working on 'teamwork', the golden word for the following days. It will be good to have a ranged unit to even the composition of the team." She looked at Gary. "That will be what the training will be about. Everyone here has some experience but you all need to be able to coordinate together." Lastly she examined Peter's Gunpla. "Do you have a team name or something already? I need to know so I can register."
Peter had one name. "Maximum." He replied. "We will work together to get to the maximum potential."
She nodded. "Good." She answered. "Class dismissed." She said to the students as she left the store with her Gundam Sandesgeist in her toolbox again.
As the teacher left Layzner at the register was startled. A customer at the cash register had to snap him out so he can buy his HGUC Hizack. "Mister, you haven't scanned the barcode yet." He said.
The shopkeeper just remembered where he was. "Sorry." He apologised as he scanned and his register showed the price for the kit. "Have a nice day."
Peter looked at his team mates. "I hope Maximum is an okay name for everyone." He said to them. "I had to think of one on the spot. I can also say as long as we don't have anything else to talk about, we can leave too."</s> |
<|description|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing
Personality: Pete usually a person that thinks negatively. Stoic, strict and self-righteous he takes the hobby seriously, dismissing those weak as "plebian". He is however able to swallow his pride when he has to, such as make doing with available resources in Von Braun High.
History: An Italo-Greek American who was once part of a well-reputed Gunpla battle team in a different state, notorious for taking Gunpla battles seriously.
Peter was brought into the hobby of Gunpla battling after the Plavsky particles were rediscovered at the International Space Station. The reborn craze dragged him into the hobby and anime thanks to re-runs of past Gundam series in cable TV networks.
Peter worked hard to join the first team in Gryps High School, the Gryps Titans. The Gryps Titans is one of the strongest team in the United States and was one of the representatives for New York. With requirements harsh to join, they looked down on those below them and the attitude of the team stuck with him. In Peter's first and only year in the team, they went as far as the quarter-finals.
After the tournament, Peter's family was forced to move to Von Braun City, where there is no Gunpla team. As a result, he is forced to build one from scratch and take the helm as he begins his second year in high school education. He will have to create a team and find a suitable coach.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Byzantine Gundam
Model number: BZ-13MS
Gunpla role: Commander Close-combat Mobile Suit
Gunpla model scale: HG 1/144
Gunpla based from if original: OZ13-MS Gundam Epyon, ORB-01 Akatsuki Gundam
Armaments: Beam Sword, Epyon Claw, Epyon Shield, Heat Rod, Vulcan Gun
Special Features: MA Transformation with Byzantine Flamethrower in Double-headed eagle pieces
Description: Byzantine Gundam was created during Petrus' time in his old team. Coherent with his old team's motifs, he painted his Epyon into a predominantly red and gold colour and modelled the dragon heads into eagle heads. Compared to the Epyon is it still close-combat oriented but with more emphasis on defence. However, the heavily defended backpack for MA transformation bring a major drawback in speed and agility, forcing further reliance on brute force and defence.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Miss Lindemann sighed. "Sure." She replied to Gary's demand to take him home. She got out her keys for her green sportscar, and looked at everyone else. "Anyone else need a lift home?" She offered to the other students. When some of them accepted the offer she made sure she knew the direction to their homes. The sportscar was decorated with a number of Gundam merchandise, mostly from Wing as her generation can suggest. As the engine was turned on she played some songs from the 1980s. She drove with great grace through the traffic, mapping out her route through the built-in GPS.
Peter observed the other Gunpla battle. It looked like the town has more than plebs after all.
***
The following days were filled with Miss Lindemann's intense training, which she devised out of her experience or from insanity. She gave exercises like tying together Gunpla to ensure better coordination. Peter was perplexed with the whole methods but accepted it nonetheless as something to do in order to win the Northern California Qualifiers. There was also some surprise with the sudden surge of popularity in the club with a lot more fighters signing up and also skilled. Among the new fighters is this guy named 'Vermillion' or something and a girl who goes by 'Cima'. He heard that Miss Lindemann will arrive soon and got some news. The registration for the tournament was done successfully to note.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Gary sat in the clubroom fiddling around with The O and his GP-01 along with a newer model he had built of the Titan Gundam MK 2 which wasn't nearly as good at the other two but was passable. He had put it together while waiting for his other club members to get done with their work and training. "Training really? As if there wasn't any other excuse to play with gunpla? What are we nine?" Gary grumbled to himself as he moved his O's arm up and down boredom making itself very apparent. Hey at least he knew their 'instructor' Miss Lindermann was a somebody if she had such a smoking hot ride like that sports car on a daily basis. Gary figured she had rented it but knew better now. "I wonder how big bro is doing? I'm sure he's beating someones ass somewhere. Jarrett's probably still doing volunteer work like the model student he is. At least dad's been keeping up." Gary said to himself silently as he eyed the GP-01 for a moment before smiling. "I'm getting sentimental all up in here it seems." Gary chuckled shaking his head.</s>
<|message|>Emily "Cima" Won
Emily advanced down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, cradling the box that housed her Gerbera Tetra Omega. It was a customized version of the standard Gunpla carrier; colored crimson with deep emerald tiger stripes along its length to match the Gunpla inside. At the center of the top flap, the Greek symbol for Omega was inlaid into the surface. She carried the box gingerly at all times, safeguarding the source of pride within. Hopefully it would see some use today and earn another tally on its shoulder.
The news had reached Emily of a Gunpla team starting up within the school; a much-needed addition after three years without one. Previously, she'd have to contend herself by finding matches elsewhere, but with Gunpla battlers popping up at Von Braun High, it would be much easier to practice. She momentarily scolded herself for lacking the initiative to start one on her own; had she done so, she might not be so starved for competition.
Layzner's front doors clanked open, followed by the welcoming ding-dong of a typical storefront motion-sensor. Emily stepped in, eyes darting from the shelves of Gunpla kits to a back room. Behind the glass panel stood a handful of kids, not much younger than herself, who were gathered around a Gunpla Battle machine.
At the front desk, Kelley tossed a glance at his store's newcomer, looking up from his work. "Hello! If there's anything I can do, give me a holler." Emily approached the counter, still focused on the battlers at the end of the store.
"Hi there," she replied, setting her Gunpla box on the top of the counter. "I heard that some new students from the high school were starting a team and use your store to practice." She gave a nod towards the battle room. "Is that them?"
Kelley looked back and gave a nod, grinning. "Sure is! They come here often; bring some life to the store. A little exposure is good for business, y'know?" His eyes wandered to Emily's striped box and his expression changed. "Oh- You're the one they call Cima, aren't you? I'm pleased to have you at my store! I've heard a bit about your exploits." He dug through an old stack of newspapers, presumably articles on Gunpla, and pulled out a old issue with a photo of Emily holding a triple-stacked trophy. "You won the last regional tournament!"
Emily couldn't help but return the storekeeper's smile, allowing herself a hint of fulfillment. "You seem to keep up-to-date with everything Gunpla around here. I live a town away, so I haven't looked inside your store much. I may as well visit more often if I can expect a reception like this!"
The storeowner chuckled, returning the paper to its place in the pile. "I'd appreciate your business! If folks see someone of your caliber hanging out here, I just might see more sales. But anyway, that's the group you're looking for. Can't speak for them, but I don't suppose it'd hurt to go say hello."
"Thanks," Emily replied. With that, she walked over to the battle room, giving the door a knock and brandishing her Gunpla box through the glass panel. "Are any of you up for a real battle?"</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
T H E O P T I M I S T
"You're depressing," Thomas muttered as he laid across the arms of a chair pulled out from the table, his legs swinging as he craned his neck towards Gary. "Everything has some ultimate downside for you. That has to be a very sad way of living."
Just as he did so often--even when things were lively--he turned a pondering gaze towards the Unicorn Gunpla standing on the table. Its blue shoulder guard and horn had been repainted to a practiced perfection, his build coated to realistic gleam. Every since that battle and the training they've been going through, he'd started thinking that perhaps Brave Passion wasn't as perfect as he believed. He was quick and agile from never relying on ranged weapons but now he was seeing it as a major disadvantage. Especially against opponent's like Miss. Lindermann.
With a sigh and a heave, he fixed his position in the chair and scooted his chair up, pushing back Brave Passion with careful hand. He laid his chin on the table and stared at his sister's masterpiece. "We'll get better, Brave. We'll get better."
Then his mind strayed to the usual addiction, he raised his voice so that the others could hear him in the Club Room. "Who's up for some training? I'm really in the mood for some epic Gunpla Battling." His arms stretched up high as he twisted his arms and wound them around one another.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"What the hell I don't have the right to grumble to myself about training on something I've done all my life? Get over yourself man I don't call you out on your heavy handed BS excuse for attention seeking crap. Long story short I won't patronize you if you don't do it to me." Gary said starting to get fed up with this guy. He's been hanging out with him for a total of two days and he's already ready to hate his guts. That was really freaking fast. Whatever if he want's to get in a measuring contest so be it. But at the end of the day Gary just wanted some peace and quiet or an actually decent opponent to fight against. Miss Lindermann seemed to be skilled or so she claimed to be at least but she held back and most of the others here weren't as tactically sound as they could be. Being the all-rounder 'jack of all stats master of none' that he was it made Gary cringe when he saw such heavy handed one sided tactics it left you vulnerable.</s>
| <|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter looked through the club-room at Layzner's. The room was made under an arrangement between Miss Lindemann and Kelley that she'll autograph a Gundam Sandrock box and a poster for a room to be used by the club. Remembering her sportscar he found out how she is from a German family of steel-exporters, explaining her wealth.
He noticed a new girl entering the room. "I will be able to battle soon." He offered but at the same time heard Thomas offering to battle. "Actually Thomas might be able to. I need to finish some things first."
Miss Lindemann, who people can call the "Queen of Darkness" due to her sour, but helpful nature entered the room. "I have some news for all." She said to them. "We will have a friendly match with Saint Maria Pure Academy next week. Their team, Vespa will fight us at the store."
As the announcement was made Peter searched the school and the team. It looked like a Catholic school closeby and the team happened to have qualified for the National tournament once three years ago.
Miss Lindemann looked at the club before continuing. "So we will be preparing for the battle and training will be made harder. That's all." She finished and walked out of the room.</s> |
<|description|>Gary Miller
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Gary has light brown hair and green eyes. His hair is short and straight and low cut. He has thin eyebrows and a small body frame. He normally wears a white or blue t-shirt with his signature black striped yellow jacket. The stripes go across the jacket and the jacket has no pockets. He wears casual black sweat pants normally but is known to just wear whatever he needs to at any time.
Favorite Gundam series: Mobile Suit ZZ Gundam
Personality: Gary is a free spirited young man whom likes to joke and comment sarcastically whenever he thinks he can get away with it. He loves to just lounge around and dream about whatever comes to mind. He is very close to his brothers and views it as a personal insult to insult or screw around with any of them. Gary has been known to idly complain about things that bother him but he normally only does this when he is by himself or only with few people. Many people mistake him for a jock due to his surprisingly healthy look but in reality he rarely goes outside and only works out when he wants to. When he does it's either to eat or get supplies. He prefers the inside to the outside normally but he doesn't complain about going outside. However unknown to his hometown classmates, who are not into anime, he is proud to say he has watched over sixty different animes in his life so far, no small in part due to his father being an anime watcher since before he was a young teen, and has gotten into Gunpla. He is very passionate about his skills in gunpla battle but he doesn't take it personally if he loses or if someone insults him. He also doesn't brag about his skills tending to be more modest when it comes down to it. However if someone does do so (insulting his talents) he does hold a grudge of sorts which he won't actively pursue until he views it's the best time to do so.
As a gunpla maker he admits he isn't nearly as good as his older brother and not as technical as his younger brother and is happy with being simply above average. He likes to admire other people's works. His least favorite series is Gundam SEED and SEED Destiny due to him personally disliking Kira often mocking him calling him 'Jesus Yamato' and Shin Asuka as a garbage pilot. He grew fond of the more light hearted or silly pilots due to their more laid back personalities but does love the likes of Char Aznable and Graham Aker.
History: Born to the Miller Family in Southern New Jersey, Gary was said to have been oddly silent as a baby and had not even so much as shed a tear at his birth. As a baby Gary was taken care of by his older brother Brian Miller and his father Jake Miller. His mother was a hard working teacher and while she disliked the fact that he was surrounded by a nerdy dad all day she accepted that she had no other choice. Gary was basically raised on cartoons and other goofy shows as young child and while he didn't laugh Gary's dad often told him he watched the shows very intently. His brother Brian often played with him and was generally glad to be an older brother. Two years after Gary was born his younger brother Jarrett was born and thus started his own life as an older brother. His aunt Sarah often came to take care of him while his dad took care of his poor overworked father. As a young child Gary was often seen reading and writing down notes in books but he grew out of these habits soon after grade school. He had a crush on one girl but it never went anywhere and Gary figured it was better that things just roll out as they did instead of actively forced out. Gary's grades didn't drop due to his tendency to not study and instead were rather decent as Gary showed that he was a very smart child but he could've been more if he had chosen to take a different path. Instead Gary chose to take the gunpla route and learned from his dad and older brother. His first series was Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and he built Shenlong as his first model with help from his brother.
As his life progressed more and more Gary watched all sorts of shows and did all sorts of varying crafts but was hardly very social but he did attract certain groups of people to his circle as he was more laid back and calm about life in general and many people admired that. As a brother he looked up to Brian whom would become a masterful gunpla builder the likes of which his hometown had never seen. His younger brother was also showing promise and Gary encouraged his interest in gunpla and he was more good with the technical side and putting together models of varying quality. However he was especially good at finding ways to modify the suits that his brother made. As for Gary himself he was good at painting and repairing the models rather than making them or editing them. At his father's constant pestering Gary joined the gunpla club in high school and used his Alpha Shenlong model to fight with other students in the club earning a reputation for being a valued team mate or a crazy opponent. He specialized in melee combat but managed to hold his own with beam rifles though he didn't like snipers and didn't like bulkier suits like the Dom or the Sandrock.
Eventually all three brothers managed to get into the same school around the junior year in middle school as his older brother Brian was tutoring younger students as an assistant teacher at the request of one of his older teachers as he felt Brian knew more about the subject than most kids and could help them and Jarrett had just entered the school. Gary, Jarrett, and Brian all entered a regional tournament and were sponsored by their school's gunpla club while another group participated in a local tournament and they ended up winning the tournament thanks to their awesome team work but were sadly left unnoticed by the crowds and scouts. It was't until summer where they entered a tournament while being sponsored by his mother's company that they actually managed to get somewhat noticed as Team Hive Mind and they built custom models to match. Deciding to go with the unorthodox he picked Alvaron and add additions to it by taking the shield from Reborns Gundam and along with it four fangs but had to reduce the size of it in order for it to fit on the arm. His little brother also made an ingenious little device that allowed him to use the plavsky particles into a defensive weapon as a bubble shield and or produce a energy shield. His brother also adjusted the model to fight like the F91 by adjusting the hands in such a way the let them spin when activated via console. He got this idea at this time because he was watching the show at the time. Together they got to the semi-finals before being eliminated. His brother had been overwhelmed in his Greater Nu Gundam and his little brother had been sniped early in his Gundam Savior Hero. Gary after this defeat dropped out of the public scene while his brother Brian continued and Jarrett dropped the whole thing entirely losing interest. Gary has since done nothing worth noting but has been recently been inducted into a transfer student program in order to see more of the world outside of New Jersey.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Reborn(s) Alvaaron
Model number: HM-01R/B Alvaaron
Gunpla role: Assistance/Offensive
Gunpla model scale: 1/100 Master Grade
Gunpla based from if original: GNMS-XCVII Alvaaron - Retains the Gold Colors but the blue parts have been painted white.
Armaments:
2 x GN Beam Rifle
2 x GN Beam Saber
GN Particle Beam Cannon
Spinning Hands
Shield - Four GN Fangs
Special Features:
GN Energy Shield Generator
Description: The suit comes with a beam shield that is placed in the chest cavity of the suit and is opened via console command just like most other weapons. It only takes a couple of moments to activate but it is cumbersome to move around with and is usually just for show. Likewise the shield generator can also use the plavsky particles to produce a small bubble shield like the Gundam Virtue. It prevents movement however while in use and leaves the user vulnerable while it is deactivating which takes a moment in itself.
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<|message|>Alice Blackmore
This was it Alice thought as she gripped the control orbs lets she than how she stacked against the gundam sandgeist she thought. "Blackmore in Tallgeese Legion prepared for sortie" She said as she pushed the controls forward to launcher her gunpla into the field using her thrusters she stayed in the air for a bit before landing. Seeing the so called blue star breaking line though caused her to panic "Fool don't break rank one person's heroism can ruin us all we need a plan!" Alice yelled before resolving to follow him to at least provide cover fire. Taking out her dober gun and mounting her lance she chased after the blue star intent on making sure he had cover fire for his reckless charge</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Releasing a sigh Marie calmed herself down it was a test one that had high chances of failure considering who they were up against but one that she would pass never the less. "Asagiri in Astray gundam Fubuki launching" she said as she thrust the controls forward looking around the city she noticed that no one was really trying to keep in contact with the others. "Please acknowledge is their any set plan of action" she questioned to the other teammates as she ran towards the enemy blip on the screen. Waiting for a response as she went forward she scanned the area around her in case of traps. Thankfully there was no large buildings or towers to hide in and no place to set up a good sniping point either she noticed so it was probably a good thing she decided to use Fubuki instead since it was a close range gunpla.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Miss Lindemann noticed the blue Unicorn Gundam charging towards her. Seeing the details she recognised it as the Gunpla of Dianne's brother. "Fools!" She roared at the reckless tactic of the pilot. The Gundam Sandesgeist moving at full speed transformed it's dash into a kick to knock back the Unicorn Gundam into a building. As the dust from the impact cleared the enemy Gundam walked to the Unicorn began shooting at it with it's beam machine gun, making it's armour slowly deplete.
Peter looked for his allies in the field and found Thomas already pushed back by Miss Lindemann. There was also Alice nearby, possibly thinking of the same thing. He patched up the communications link with her to discuss strategy to help Thomas. "Alice! Fire the dober gun!" He instructed. He hoped that this would at least be a chance to make an open attack.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"I'm moving to higher ground! Assist others when needed and call out the target's movements! Watch the target and don't get too close unless you can't help it! Don't be fooled by enemy movements if this person is any sort of skilled he will take us a part one by one. Group together but not too closely! Don't underestimate one enemy on their own!" Gary said taking the initiative. If no one else was going to do it then he would do it himself. Gary found a large mound of rubble and used his thrusters to quickly make his way to the top. Gary hated being in command in the past Brian would always call the shots. Not that it mattered because he wasn't here. All the same Gary wish he was. It was pointless to try and charge like macho-man randy savage in that unicorn. Such a good suit such a trashy pilot. Gary thought to himself as he landed on top of the mountain of rubble. "I need a clear shot give me the go-ahead when the target is preoccupied. I'm not in a sniper unit but this rifle is a precision shot. It lacks power but it makes up for it in range and speed per shot!" Gary said to his teammates over the secure channel between them.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
Seeing the trouble "blue star" got himself in and hearing Peter's call she moving back while shooting hoping to at least distract the the gundam for a bit to allow her teammate to escape. "This is all I can do at this rate Zechs she called while firing but most of her shots did nothing to stop the sandgeist from her focus on the "blue star". "She's not responding to the shots might have to try going in for a close range attack Zechs." She called out before charging up a shot it was a dangerous move if it failed she might damage her teammate in the cross fire and the debris but this was her only chance she thought before firing a large shot at the gundam sandgeist from her flank.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
The barrage shook his suit and camera, leaving but stormy tails of dust in front of his optics. He was surprised but not by much, he had just barely put his shield between himself and the shots. Though he was being battered, his suit hurt and degraded, Thomas just smirked behind the impervious concentration that zoomed in on the enemy.
"I'm better than you!"
She seemed focused on hurting him and since she had found it smart to continuing firing on him, covering him in debris, Thomas instincts kicked in quickly afterwards. He pulled out his beam saber on the side of his guarding shield, picked himself up into a crouch, and igniting the saber slid out of the way of fire before retreating from the Sandesgeist.
My instincts were yelling for me to get out of dodge. But not from the Sandesgeist, he thought to himself.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Charging forward she charged ahead towards the gundam sandgeist though she stopped short at seeing the large dust cloud where they were not to mention the shots from Alice and her dober gun. She could make out that Thomas was guarding and Lindemann was pushing him back there was no way she could go in otherwise she risk getting shot at from Alice's barrage. Seeing no other choice she took out with her free hand a beam pistol and shot the sandgeist from behind. This was her only strategy taking a few more shots she stopped and jumped back sensing something bad was going to happen. Taking a eye of things from her new vantage point she saw Alice charging up her shot that was going to either damage Thomas if he did not make it out and or damage Lindemann but she doubted it would hit either.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Sensing incoming ranged attack from different directions the Gundam Sandesgeist did an incredible jump to avoid them all with the graceful move demonstrating her skills as both a builder and fighter. Figuring out where one of the sources of the ranged attacks are, she began to dash at Marie's position. Before the student will be able to react to her charge the tonfas on the Unicorn-based arm of the Sandesgeist created a shoted-shaped green-colour particle-based blade, destroying the pistol.
As Thomas was relieved of the attacks Peter brought his Byzantine Gundam to where Miss Lindemann once was to check the damages on the customised Unicorn. "Thomas, are you okay?" He asked him. The Byzantine pilot also heard Gary's voice. "Gary, I hear you clear. I agree that we need to work together." He made sure he was connected to everyone before giving a rough plan. "We win if we can give even a minor damage. We will attack herand when we do so, attack in a way she can't escape from."</s>
| <|message|>Gary Miller
"I need a clear shot get me a clear shot and this is over! I'll stay in cover until I'm needed! The GP-O1 isn't anything special Peter I don't want to have to use it's melee features unless I have too. I'm proficient with a shield and saber but not as well as I'd like. And firing from my current position will just expose my position." Gary responded hurrying to set up shop on the hill. He dug himself in and put one of his beam sabers on the ground so if need be he could simply discard his rifle and immediately pick up the saber for all the good it would do him.</s> |
<|description|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Character Sheet
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn
Personality: Thomas is the courageously confident child of a mother of three. Being the youngest, he was slightly picked on by the others, usually thrown in the mom-pit to clean up their messes or be the blame for dubious offenses. In the beginning he took it willingly but over the years, he found a love for anime that gradually changed him. He watched colorful heroes stand up for themselves against the world and one day thought "If they can stand up against the world than why can't I against two people?". After that, he found a fire in his gut. He took the dominating beatings of his brother without complaint, eventually earning some form of place between them. To be blunt, its obvious that he's enduring and willful. On the other hand, his love for anime often hampers his work ethic, giving him bad grades and making him not too smart in the brain departments. His sister often calls him "Narutard".
History: Born to a middle-class family in New York City, Thomas was the offspring of unfortunate love. Growing up, he realized that his family wasn't any different from many others. His eldest sibling, his brother was into females and cars, while his sister was often busy, out with friends or something other. When they were around, all they did was place blame on him, threaten him, and more often than he'd thought, warmly appreciate his presence. The Law family was closer than most, laughing, crying, and enjoying each other's company as if it was fresh breath of air, was the normal.
Thomas was exposed to anime very early in his life, its influence shaped him, taught very important values that many missed simply because they assumed it was cartoons. When Gunpla became popular, he had been so immersed in his anime that he hadn't noticed. It was only after catching his sister coming home late, a model figure close to her, had he learned. Turned out that she was pretty famous in the realm, many had known her as the "RED HOT" aptly named after her Commander Sazabi model. After showing interest in it, she taught him the ropes and little by little developed his own set skills. He once asked her why she hadn't tweaked the Sazabi model, made it her own. She responded with something he'd never forget.
She said. "To change something created by another would be like plagiarism. Its a work of art Narutard, you just don't change perfection. You honor it."
Thomas took what he wanted from that sentence and imprinted it into his heart. At the age of thirteen he entered into a tournament with his sister and watched in amazement as she worked with ascendant concentration. She decimated the competition, literally. There was no need from him to even attempt to fight along side her, every time he did, she only went out her way to save his model. By the end of the local tournament, the alias: RED HOT, had become a gun-cock in the ears of other Gunpla fighters. For anyone that was actually at that tournament, she was something inhuman, some kind of monster. Eventually she grew out of the Gunpla phase and passed on her knowledge to Thomas, who entered several tournaments and took on the name "BLUE STAR" admittedly a bit close to his own sister's name.
By the time he had been invited to Von Braun High, Thomas had been actively challenging other Gunpla Battlers, ripping through them like plague. He hoped to find bigger and better targets at Von Braun, targets like his sister.
Gunpla Info
Name: Gundam Unicorn: Brave Passion
Model number: PPRX-0B
Gunpla role: Balanced Offensive/Assistance
Gunpla model scale: MG 1:100
Gunpla based from if original: RX-0 Unicorn Gundam
Armaments:
* 2x Beam Sabers (forearms)
* 1x Four-Petal Solid/Beam Shield
* 2x 60mm Vulcan Guns
Special Features:
* RED HOT CREED (RHC) System - It allows the intake of the Plavasky Particles to speed up the performance of the Brave Passion model. Designed by his sister, he's none the wiser of its inner workings but he knows from experience that the suit's much more agile and quick after its activation. It can only last for ten seconds.
Description: The Brave Passion model was designed for offense. Like his sister before him, Thomas relies on speed and precise strikes to finish off his opponents. The base model was white but after gaining his infamous name "BLUE STAR" he painted one of its shoulder pieces and its long horn blue. When the (RHC) system is activated, the black parts of the Unicorn glow sapphire. The beam shield appears solid but when activate is coated with a crimson layer that can deflect beam weaponry.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
Alice couldn't help but sigh hopefully this store had what she was looking for she been to at least two other shops but none of them had the model she needed to finish the spare gunpla she was building. A Mercurius Suivant with upgraded parts from the Tallgeese it was a defensive style mobile suit though could provide covering fire for those close range mobile suits. While her personal suit was also a custom Tallgeese and carried a double bladed beam lance instead of the standard gun. Shaking those thoughts from her head she set out to find the needed model in this case a Tallgeese II so she could hopefully use the shields to better guard the shoulder joints and give it the dober gun for a better ranged weapon.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Gary took a cab back to his apartment complex. He was tired and he didn't feel like walking and he just wanted to lay down after doing what he did. The cab driver was a native american man of about thirty years of age by Gary's account or at least he looked like that. "So kid going home from some club?" the driver asked Gary who nodded, "Yep I suppose you could say that. I'm into gunpla you see and I just won a match...aww who am I kiddin' you probably don't know about gunpla." Gary commented with a sigh. The older man simply nodded, "I actually am a friend of a guy who likes gunpla. But I'm not much into that sort of stuff. It's really popular but I'm not an anime guy." the driver said as he turned a corner. "Yeah well to each their own I suppose." Gary commented indifferently. The rest of their drive wasn't very exciting.
...As Gary arrived home he threw his back pack into the corner and flopped down on the couch with a heavy sigh. He looked around the room and it was barren and the wall colors bland. "Wonderful fucking life right Miller?" Gary commented to the air around him. He wondered how much life was going to throw at him. First he ran into some air head lady who didn't even fight her own fights, then he got some hot shot new blood tag teaming with him, and it turns out that the scrubs he fought were just that...scrubs. And here he was looking forward to an actual fight. One good shot with his O's rifle and boop down goes that giant ass rail gun...and don't even get him started on how easily he was able to rush the prick. And then there's that Glansa pilot...what the fuck? Taken out by some new girl? Gary then admonished himself for thinking that way, "She could be a former regional champion for all I know....I mean what am I anyways? I'm a failed contestant for the Jersey tournament for the under eighteen group." Gary said boredom in his voice. He then looked over to his bedroom..."I'm no golden angel...no am I a sword of tomorrow...I'm just...Gary and I'm glad for that because I ain't some tool...Ok why the hell am I freakin' talking to myself what am I some weirdo in an anime!?"</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas and Diane Law - THE BLUE STAR
Peter shook his hand and Thomas smiled, tilting his head a bit. "No problem man. I bet if me and you are on a team, we'd dominate any group!"
Diane was happy to see her brother getting along with another, he was so hung up on his skills that he often forgot to socialize with other people. This was a step in the right direction. When Diane was approached by another, she turned towards her.
"You wanted to Gunpla Battle right? I could tell just from looking at you. But besides that, I wanted to watch my brother's battle. His Brave Passion build was made by the both of us, I wanted to make sure he was using it right. Did you guys win? please tell me I don't owe those jerks a dinner," she babbled. "Also, he didn't lose like you thought he would."
Thomas looked over to Diane and the girl. "She thought I was going to lose?"</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter stepped in. "He was close to winning though." He remarked. "I can do with someone like that on the team." His watch played a short tune to show that it should be time to leave. "I will call today a day now." He declared and gave a wave off to say goodbye. Just as he was leaving he noticed that there was the same teacher he bumped into before, which got him suspicious that she isn't just a teacher. He will have to investigate about this tomorrow.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"Is that so Marie said huh well in order we won and I believed he would of lost sine I only saw part of the match and missed the rest." So that was her goal was it Marie thought she just wanted to see the fight huh. "Though to be fair I only thought you would lose due to the fact you lack ranged weapons not that it's a problem considering some gunpla's only having beam sabers and the vulcans as equipment. Still glad to see I was wrong must of been a interesting match. Oh sorry for forgetting earlier my name is Marie Asagiri a regional qualifier for the Wyoming singles tournament." Inwardly she couldn't help but sigh she hated doing this sociable public persona of hers at times made it seem odd when she acted how she normally does when she meets them again.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
Alice sighed thankfully they had some Tallgeese models with this she would be able to finish up her extra model and a extra Dober gun for switching out with her beam lance on her personal build wouldn't hurt either she supposed. Her Mercurius Suivant model with the shoulders guarded by the Tallgeese shields and the added Dober gun it should be a solid defense type model good enough to act as a spare gunpla in case her Tallgeese wasn't available. Nodding to herself about that she went to purchase the models she looked around it was getting late from the looks of it and people were starting to leave. Taking that as a que Alice packed up her things and started to head home if anything it would prove interesting to see what the next day would bring. Perhaps she should look at any local gunpla teams and or a school club to join. With that last thought in mind she stepped out the store and decided that when she got back it would probably be best to call it a night.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Deciding to call it a day Marie quickly excused herself and left the store after getting everything packed up. She couldn't help but sigh things was complicated today but that was not exactly a bad thing she corrected herself. If anything she was quite happy with the turn of event's today she was able to do a quick fight even if it was against no name people who had visions of grandeur and she was able to find a model she has been meaning to get. Thinking about it like that it was a rather productive day now if she could start on her next big project while it would not be done anytime soon the gunpla would be one of her greatest works if it goes according to plan. Shaking those thoughts as she reached her apartment she quickly collapsed on her bed and just let sleep overtake her.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas Law - THE BLUE STAR
After leaving the shop and discussing the officials with the Principle, Thomas walked Diane to the trainstation and waved her off. Sometimes, he really missed her, especially her Gunpla battles but she had reassured him that she was contently done with it. That she had left her mark as RED HOT and that that was enough for her.
At the time, he only smirked and let it go but as he laid in bed, waiting for his eyes to close, he became irritated. How could anyone leave Gunpla behind, he could see himself as old as the sun still enjoying the realism. He stared up at the light above him, the flat ceiling making it appear like a bright pimple against a pale face.
"Tomorrow, I should go check out that Gunpla club. Yea, I think I'll do that." Then he closed his eyes and tried his best to fall asleep.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
The second day of school was a long affairs with lessons that Peter will eventually have to catch up on in the exams. He was still distracted with how he will have to form a team quickly before the tournament starts and how there are only two so far with no adult supervision. The lecture on Emperor Justinian's successes can wait.
Much to his surprise, he recognised the teacher for his fourth period. It was that German-speaking teacher he bumped into yesterday and saw at the store, teaching chemistry in this hour. "Good morning class, I am Miss Lindemann." She introduced herself. "For our first lesson we will learn about crude oil and fracking." He noticed how the English she spoke didn't have an accent. After the lesson however she was quick to disappear, leaving him unable to ask the question on why she was at the store.
When it became lunch break Peter was able to think more freely on how to build the club. He got his lunch of the day: spaghetti beef bolognaise and sat in one of the many seats in the cafeteria. He looked to see if Thomas will appear again to discuss about the team with him.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Another boring day of school...how bloody fan freaking fantastic! I mean it's not like Gary transferred schools through that programs because he wanted to experience new things right? It's not like he wanted to have cooler teachers right? It's not like he wanted to be the outcast in the middle of a town full of westerners right!?!? All he could do at this point in time was stare blankly at the people in front of him as he placidly shoveled food into his mouth while idly answering questions to the kids next to him about stuff. What he wouldn't give to have something FUN for once in this pseudo vacation! Whatever though it wasn't like he was completely miserable. The people weren't all that bad and the food was decent for cafeteria food. But yeah more to the point he knew no one here he'd call a close friend. "Yeah it's true on the east coast everyone speaks in a stereotypical Brooklyn or New Jersey/York accent...because you know we're all greaser clones." Gary commented to a girl who giggled. Freaking air head what was funny about that?</s>
| <|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas Law - THE BLUE STAR
He stuffed a hand full of fries into his mouth at lunch. As usual Arnold and Richie sat across table from him, their hands scribbling overlooked notes into their notebooks. Arnold looked up at the lax youth, his brow raised.
"You don't study, you'll fail the test dude," he warned as impassive as ever.
Thomas only smiled.
"Give it up, Arnold, he'll never commit to anything but that Gunpla Battling he does?"
"It's the only thing worth the effort," Thomas explained before raising up and swinging his back over his shoulder. "I'll see you guys later, I think I'm going to search for that club now."
"Alright man, good luck with it," Richie said as Thomas walked off.</s> |
<|description|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Character Sheet
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn
Personality: Thomas is the courageously confident child of a mother of three. Being the youngest, he was slightly picked on by the others, usually thrown in the mom-pit to clean up their messes or be the blame for dubious offenses. In the beginning he took it willingly but over the years, he found a love for anime that gradually changed him. He watched colorful heroes stand up for themselves against the world and one day thought "If they can stand up against the world than why can't I against two people?". After that, he found a fire in his gut. He took the dominating beatings of his brother without complaint, eventually earning some form of place between them. To be blunt, its obvious that he's enduring and willful. On the other hand, his love for anime often hampers his work ethic, giving him bad grades and making him not too smart in the brain departments. His sister often calls him "Narutard".
History: Born to a middle-class family in New York City, Thomas was the offspring of unfortunate love. Growing up, he realized that his family wasn't any different from many others. His eldest sibling, his brother was into females and cars, while his sister was often busy, out with friends or something other. When they were around, all they did was place blame on him, threaten him, and more often than he'd thought, warmly appreciate his presence. The Law family was closer than most, laughing, crying, and enjoying each other's company as if it was fresh breath of air, was the normal.
Thomas was exposed to anime very early in his life, its influence shaped him, taught very important values that many missed simply because they assumed it was cartoons. When Gunpla became popular, he had been so immersed in his anime that he hadn't noticed. It was only after catching his sister coming home late, a model figure close to her, had he learned. Turned out that she was pretty famous in the realm, many had known her as the "RED HOT" aptly named after her Commander Sazabi model. After showing interest in it, she taught him the ropes and little by little developed his own set skills. He once asked her why she hadn't tweaked the Sazabi model, made it her own. She responded with something he'd never forget.
She said. "To change something created by another would be like plagiarism. Its a work of art Narutard, you just don't change perfection. You honor it."
Thomas took what he wanted from that sentence and imprinted it into his heart. At the age of thirteen he entered into a tournament with his sister and watched in amazement as she worked with ascendant concentration. She decimated the competition, literally. There was no need from him to even attempt to fight along side her, every time he did, she only went out her way to save his model. By the end of the local tournament, the alias: RED HOT, had become a gun-cock in the ears of other Gunpla fighters. For anyone that was actually at that tournament, she was something inhuman, some kind of monster. Eventually she grew out of the Gunpla phase and passed on her knowledge to Thomas, who entered several tournaments and took on the name "BLUE STAR" admittedly a bit close to his own sister's name.
By the time he had been invited to Von Braun High, Thomas had been actively challenging other Gunpla Battlers, ripping through them like plague. He hoped to find bigger and better targets at Von Braun, targets like his sister.
Gunpla Info
Name: Gundam Unicorn: Brave Passion
Model number: PPRX-0B
Gunpla role: Balanced Offensive/Assistance
Gunpla model scale: MG 1:100
Gunpla based from if original: RX-0 Unicorn Gundam
Armaments:
* 2x Beam Sabers (forearms)
* 1x Four-Petal Solid/Beam Shield
* 2x 60mm Vulcan Guns
Special Features:
* RED HOT CREED (RHC) System - It allows the intake of the Plavasky Particles to speed up the performance of the Brave Passion model. Designed by his sister, he's none the wiser of its inner workings but he knows from experience that the suit's much more agile and quick after its activation. It can only last for ten seconds.
Description: The Brave Passion model was designed for offense. Like his sister before him, Thomas relies on speed and precise strikes to finish off his opponents. The base model was white but after gaining his infamous name "BLUE STAR" he painted one of its shoulder pieces and its long horn blue. When the (RHC) system is activated, the black parts of the Unicorn glow sapphire. The beam shield appears solid but when activate is coated with a crimson layer that can deflect beam weaponry.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
The barrage shook his suit and camera, leaving but stormy tails of dust in front of his optics. He was surprised but not by much, he had just barely put his shield between himself and the shots. Though he was being battered, his suit hurt and degraded, Thomas just smirked behind the impervious concentration that zoomed in on the enemy.
"I'm better than you!"
She seemed focused on hurting him and since she had found it smart to continuing firing on him, covering him in debris, Thomas instincts kicked in quickly afterwards. He pulled out his beam saber on the side of his guarding shield, picked himself up into a crouch, and igniting the saber slid out of the way of fire before retreating from the Sandesgeist.
My instincts were yelling for me to get out of dodge. But not from the Sandesgeist, he thought to himself.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Charging forward she charged ahead towards the gundam sandgeist though she stopped short at seeing the large dust cloud where they were not to mention the shots from Alice and her dober gun. She could make out that Thomas was guarding and Lindemann was pushing him back there was no way she could go in otherwise she risk getting shot at from Alice's barrage. Seeing no other choice she took out with her free hand a beam pistol and shot the sandgeist from behind. This was her only strategy taking a few more shots she stopped and jumped back sensing something bad was going to happen. Taking a eye of things from her new vantage point she saw Alice charging up her shot that was going to either damage Thomas if he did not make it out and or damage Lindemann but she doubted it would hit either.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Sensing incoming ranged attack from different directions the Gundam Sandesgeist did an incredible jump to avoid them all with the graceful move demonstrating her skills as both a builder and fighter. Figuring out where one of the sources of the ranged attacks are, she began to dash at Marie's position. Before the student will be able to react to her charge the tonfas on the Unicorn-based arm of the Sandesgeist created a shoted-shaped green-colour particle-based blade, destroying the pistol.
As Thomas was relieved of the attacks Peter brought his Byzantine Gundam to where Miss Lindemann once was to check the damages on the customised Unicorn. "Thomas, are you okay?" He asked him. The Byzantine pilot also heard Gary's voice. "Gary, I hear you clear. I agree that we need to work together." He made sure he was connected to everyone before giving a rough plan. "We win if we can give even a minor damage. We will attack herand when we do so, attack in a way she can't escape from."</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"I need a clear shot get me a clear shot and this is over! I'll stay in cover until I'm needed! The GP-O1 isn't anything special Peter I don't want to have to use it's melee features unless I have too. I'm proficient with a shield and saber but not as well as I'd like. And firing from my current position will just expose my position." Gary responded hurrying to set up shop on the hill. He dug himself in and put one of his beam sabers on the ground so if need be he could simply discard his rifle and immediately pick up the saber for all the good it would do him.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"Roger accepting mission" Marie said as she moved back from the teacher and along the way dropped the remains of her pistol. Holstering her one katana at the hip she withdrew the two on her shoulders and got into a battle stance. "Ill try to buy time for your clear shot but I do not know how long I can last" she called out. Digging her right foot into the ground she calmed her breathing and charged forward right now she needed to buy time for Gary to get a shot in while she knew she wouldn't last long she would do her best to for her teammates. Swinging one of her katanas down she set out to try and buy time for Gary.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
Thomas nodded at Peter absently, his own thoughts focusing on Linderman and how excited he was to be fighting her. It was almost like fighting his sister, except this battle was a lot more chaotic and had a desperate factor to it. His Unicorn rose up to its feet as he dropped the bullet riddled shield to the ground and pulled out his second beam saber.
The chatter over the comms were in his ears and with his mind taking a repose, he was capable of actually responding. "I'll back up samurai girl," he told the others before bursting off to enter the fray with the girl. He knew he'd be a bit behind his teammate melee attack, so he would wait for the teacher to retreat or press forwards against the woman before slashing down on her--making the battle a two on one. His expansive movements were erratic but precise, risky but worth the cost. For every blow was meant to leave the woman exposed in one way or the other. Even more so with samurai girl's help.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Miss Lindemann reacted to Thomas' backattack as if she had a third-eye, parrying gracefully with her beam-shotel. "You are the Red Hot's brother?" She asked. Continuing to parry the attacks from two Gunpla showed her stamina that was professional level.
Peter observed the battle and looked to contact Alice now. "Alice, I need you to join the close-combat!" He ordered.
The Tallgeese Legion's camera shined in the moonlight. "Roger." She replied. The Mobile Suit placed it's vernier at full speed and prepared to charge with it's lance. As it was closing to the sight of the battle and when she was about to enter, The Gundam Sandesgeist immediately identified the new enemy and bisected it vertically with little haste.
Observing the damage from the Byzantine Gundam flying above the youth saw the caliber of the German champion. "Alice!" He shouted in vain. "It looks like she's not going to lose unless one of us is harmed." The Gundam transformed back into it's Mobile Suit mode and began descending to the battle. "Gary! Shoot now!" He ordered! "We sealed her exits!"</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"Open wide and say boom mother trucker!" Gary said grinning as he fired four shots in consecutive order. Gary's shots were precise and aimed directly at the enemy's chest. Body shots were more likely to hit more than head shots. Two shots were directed at the enemy itself while the others were directed to the nearby left and to the right in hopes of hitting something in case it moved to either side. "Gotcha..." Gary grinned with satisfaction. He loved it when a plan came together.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
The shots from Gary's rifle flew with precision at the sit of the battle. Miss Lindemann saw the incoming shots but with her exits sealed she realised she's done for. The first shots struck the Byzantine Gundam but the later shots glanced the Sandesgeist's cockpit.
Peter saw the large scratch made by the shot. "We won didn't we?" He asked. "I thought we can only win if I had to get some damage as well."
The teacher nodded. "You did win." She pointed out. "But you only did so because you all worked together." When the sage advice was given the announcementfrom the machine was given.
CONCESSION SIGNAL CONFIRMED
BATTLE ENDED
As the plavsky particle dispersal ended Peter claimed his Byzantine Gundam and immediately looked at the damage given in his model. Miss Lindemann picked up her Sandesgeist and walked to the students. "I will keep my word." She said to them. "You all showed some potential in teamwork and skills. I will get the school to register the club and register for the Under 19 national tournament." She wiped her sweat with her keffiyeh and to be honest the battle with the student reminded her how Gunpla battle is fun.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"Heh I won with GP-01. Hm it looks like I won't need to use my old pal after all. But hey don't we need to register for qualifying rounds in a regional before we get to the main tournament?" Gary said confidently feeling good that his suit was what decided the victory for their team. Of course he didn't have that big of an ego. He got lucky shots in a closed in space. He also didn't do any major damage meaning his weapon either hit poorly or it's power was below what he expected. Well he wasn't Jarrett so he could live with either of that. "You know if we go in feet all cold we may not be prepared for how hot the competition is."</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Grabbing Fubuki she sighed as she now had to replace the pistols for it. Still she got out with minor damage though that was mainly due to the fact she had little part to play in the battle. "Also I do believe Gary is right we do need a qualifying round tournament before even thinking of entering a big tournament. Also we need to coordinate as a team more I am more of a ranged fighter but did not bring my main gunpla with me so used my spare." Marie stated as she looked to see the reactions of those around her still she supposed their victory was a good one all things considered.</s>
| <|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
After reclaiming his Unicorn suit and its detached pieces, Thomas smiled at the conclusion of the battle. He had done a fair bit in securing victory though he would have liked to take her own by himself. With the way the battle went, he wouldn't do so well against his sister. Ms. Linderman was good but he honestly felt RED HOT was a few feet ahead of her when it came to combat.
He cracked his neck lightly and went to work on returning Brave Passion to its standby armament. "Forget all that, I say we skip straight to the main. If we want to become stronger, we need to face against strong opponents. I don't want to go up against weaklings. With Ms. Linderman's influence I'm sure she can find us some strong competition."
Thomas glazed over the others with a relatively carefree smile as he massaged one of his shoulders.</s> |
<|description|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Character Sheet
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn
Personality: Thomas is the courageously confident child of a mother of three. Being the youngest, he was slightly picked on by the others, usually thrown in the mom-pit to clean up their messes or be the blame for dubious offenses. In the beginning he took it willingly but over the years, he found a love for anime that gradually changed him. He watched colorful heroes stand up for themselves against the world and one day thought "If they can stand up against the world than why can't I against two people?". After that, he found a fire in his gut. He took the dominating beatings of his brother without complaint, eventually earning some form of place between them. To be blunt, its obvious that he's enduring and willful. On the other hand, his love for anime often hampers his work ethic, giving him bad grades and making him not too smart in the brain departments. His sister often calls him "Narutard".
History: Born to a middle-class family in New York City, Thomas was the offspring of unfortunate love. Growing up, he realized that his family wasn't any different from many others. His eldest sibling, his brother was into females and cars, while his sister was often busy, out with friends or something other. When they were around, all they did was place blame on him, threaten him, and more often than he'd thought, warmly appreciate his presence. The Law family was closer than most, laughing, crying, and enjoying each other's company as if it was fresh breath of air, was the normal.
Thomas was exposed to anime very early in his life, its influence shaped him, taught very important values that many missed simply because they assumed it was cartoons. When Gunpla became popular, he had been so immersed in his anime that he hadn't noticed. It was only after catching his sister coming home late, a model figure close to her, had he learned. Turned out that she was pretty famous in the realm, many had known her as the "RED HOT" aptly named after her Commander Sazabi model. After showing interest in it, she taught him the ropes and little by little developed his own set skills. He once asked her why she hadn't tweaked the Sazabi model, made it her own. She responded with something he'd never forget.
She said. "To change something created by another would be like plagiarism. Its a work of art Narutard, you just don't change perfection. You honor it."
Thomas took what he wanted from that sentence and imprinted it into his heart. At the age of thirteen he entered into a tournament with his sister and watched in amazement as she worked with ascendant concentration. She decimated the competition, literally. There was no need from him to even attempt to fight along side her, every time he did, she only went out her way to save his model. By the end of the local tournament, the alias: RED HOT, had become a gun-cock in the ears of other Gunpla fighters. For anyone that was actually at that tournament, she was something inhuman, some kind of monster. Eventually she grew out of the Gunpla phase and passed on her knowledge to Thomas, who entered several tournaments and took on the name "BLUE STAR" admittedly a bit close to his own sister's name.
By the time he had been invited to Von Braun High, Thomas had been actively challenging other Gunpla Battlers, ripping through them like plague. He hoped to find bigger and better targets at Von Braun, targets like his sister.
Gunpla Info
Name: Gundam Unicorn: Brave Passion
Model number: PPRX-0B
Gunpla role: Balanced Offensive/Assistance
Gunpla model scale: MG 1:100
Gunpla based from if original: RX-0 Unicorn Gundam
Armaments:
* 2x Beam Sabers (forearms)
* 1x Four-Petal Solid/Beam Shield
* 2x 60mm Vulcan Guns
Special Features:
* RED HOT CREED (RHC) System - It allows the intake of the Plavasky Particles to speed up the performance of the Brave Passion model. Designed by his sister, he's none the wiser of its inner workings but he knows from experience that the suit's much more agile and quick after its activation. It can only last for ten seconds.
Description: The Brave Passion model was designed for offense. Like his sister before him, Thomas relies on speed and precise strikes to finish off his opponents. The base model was white but after gaining his infamous name "BLUE STAR" he painted one of its shoulder pieces and its long horn blue. When the (RHC) system is activated, the black parts of the Unicorn glow sapphire. The beam shield appears solid but when activate is coated with a crimson layer that can deflect beam weaponry.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
T H E O P T I M I S T
"You're depressing," Thomas muttered as he laid across the arms of a chair pulled out from the table, his legs swinging as he craned his neck towards Gary. "Everything has some ultimate downside for you. That has to be a very sad way of living."
Just as he did so often--even when things were lively--he turned a pondering gaze towards the Unicorn Gunpla standing on the table. Its blue shoulder guard and horn had been repainted to a practiced perfection, his build coated to realistic gleam. Every since that battle and the training they've been going through, he'd started thinking that perhaps Brave Passion wasn't as perfect as he believed. He was quick and agile from never relying on ranged weapons but now he was seeing it as a major disadvantage. Especially against opponent's like Miss. Lindermann.
With a sigh and a heave, he fixed his position in the chair and scooted his chair up, pushing back Brave Passion with careful hand. He laid his chin on the table and stared at his sister's masterpiece. "We'll get better, Brave. We'll get better."
Then his mind strayed to the usual addiction, he raised his voice so that the others could hear him in the Club Room. "Who's up for some training? I'm really in the mood for some epic Gunpla Battling." His arms stretched up high as he twisted his arms and wound them around one another.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"What the hell I don't have the right to grumble to myself about training on something I've done all my life? Get over yourself man I don't call you out on your heavy handed BS excuse for attention seeking crap. Long story short I won't patronize you if you don't do it to me." Gary said starting to get fed up with this guy. He's been hanging out with him for a total of two days and he's already ready to hate his guts. That was really freaking fast. Whatever if he want's to get in a measuring contest so be it. But at the end of the day Gary just wanted some peace and quiet or an actually decent opponent to fight against. Miss Lindermann seemed to be skilled or so she claimed to be at least but she held back and most of the others here weren't as tactically sound as they could be. Being the all-rounder 'jack of all stats master of none' that he was it made Gary cringe when he saw such heavy handed one sided tactics it left you vulnerable.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter looked through the club-room at Layzner's. The room was made under an arrangement between Miss Lindemann and Kelley that she'll autograph a Gundam Sandrock box and a poster for a room to be used by the club. Remembering her sportscar he found out how she is from a German family of steel-exporters, explaining her wealth.
He noticed a new girl entering the room. "I will be able to battle soon." He offered but at the same time heard Thomas offering to battle. "Actually Thomas might be able to. I need to finish some things first."
Miss Lindemann, who people can call the "Queen of Darkness" due to her sour, but helpful nature entered the room. "I have some news for all." She said to them. "We will have a friendly match with Saint Maria Pure Academy next week. Their team, Vespa will fight us at the store."
As the announcement was made Peter searched the school and the team. It looked like a Catholic school closeby and the team happened to have qualified for the National tournament once three years ago.
Miss Lindemann looked at the club before continuing. "So we will be preparing for the battle and training will be made harder. That's all." She finished and walked out of the room.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Marie couldn't help but sigh at that hopefully a good match was what they needed to get their act together. She thought to herself as she quietly started to assemble a gunpla. The pieces laid out in front of her was for a Gundam Zabanya it was her latest project to take what was worked from her strike freedom impulse and add it upon to a new gunpla. The holster bits of the Zabanya would not only allow her to carry more guns for but also allows her to increase the amount of fire for her bombardment. "So does anyone have any data on their gunpla's they use" Marie decided to ask as she continued working on the gunpla. "Knowledge is half the battle if were to get at least some information on them it could make planning and battle that much easier she added."</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
Thomas slowly shook his head at Gary as he lowered from his stretch. "See, its anger like that that makes you hard to be around. Not a single funny bone in your body," he teased, although it sounded dry and flat.
"But none of it matters now!" he said excitedly as he strode pass Peter and to the newcomer. He honestly wasn't into all that researching stuff, neither was he versed in creating strategies. All he knew was that he was pretty good in actual battle, ideas came to him in the heat of the moment, until that time would come, he was usually blank and empty. Like a clean slate, he supposed.
With a warm smile, he greeted the girl. "I'll battle ya. You've got some spunk in you girl! Let's do this!" He told her, grinning with approval. He headed over and grabbed Brave Passion from its place on the table afterwards.
Wasting little to no time, he stepped in front of the arena, basically beaming the whole while. He was itching for a serious battle. Training was all good and dandy but nothing compared to the thrill of an actual battle. The thoughts and simulation of it consumed him, it almost seemed real. Like a high that he couldn't quite reach, it plagued him so.
"Well, come on. Hurry over to the other side," He said impatiently.</s>
<|message|>Emily "Cima" Won
"Let's get to it, then." Emily stepped to the other side of the battle table, sliding her GP base into the machine. She popped her Gunpla box open, withdrawing the Gerbera Tetra Omega and setting it down over the base. A satisfying hum reverberated as the machine powered up, the control console materializing before her. She laid her fingers on the control spheres and waited for her opponent to follow suit.
When Emily saw the Gunpla her opponent held, she tightened her grip on the spherical yokes. She'd read about that Gunpla - the Brave Passion. Except she had only known it in the hands of a girl; "Red Hot." Last she knew, Red Hot was no longer active in the Gunpla Battle community. Emily never had to face her herself, but the girl's track record was nothing short of amazing.
"Hey, you must be Red Hot's brother; aren't you? I recognize your Gunpla. It's a shame she decided to quit."</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Gary decided the battle was none of his business so he decided to pull out his laptop he borrowed from the library, with permission, and he tuned into New Mobile Report Gunpla Competition Zeta. A contest held in the middle of America between the southern states and middle states. The competition was held between all age groups and genders. Many good gunpla players consistently entered the tournament. There was no trophies, or any money rewards instead the players received gunpla for entering and for winning. It was held monthly and was hosted by the Gunpla Corporation of America. He saw that there was currently a battle being aired between Team Fired On Axis, a team from the midwest that specialized in heavy fire power gunpla and were infamous for being hard to take out. Virtue had somehow been disabled or wasn't participating since he only saw ZZ Gundam, and Gundam Freedom Virtue fighting. They were fighting against Team WTHDYTWA!? (Who The Hell Do You Think We Are!?) a team consisting of high risk and high reward based strategies. They had lost one unit too and all they had left was Gundam Winged Altron, and Zaku Hellstorm Custom. They were fighting in the space field and it looked like Fired On Axis was going to win at the current rate of the competition.</s>
| <|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
With a practiced perfection, he slid in his GP base into the machine and positioned Brave Passion ontop with a careful touch. At the sound of his challenger's voice and the words that followed, Thomas smiled, almost trying too hard to not be insulted. He knew for a fact that many associated him with his sister, and although, in his own rights had earned his title, was still properly under the shadow of her legend.
"If you think so," he answered with honestly. To him, her resignation from the scene was his introduction. To push aside another legend to make room for a even greater one. That was how he saw her decision to leave.
"But enough of that! Let's get this battle going."
The machine announced the dispersal of Plavsky particles and in the same mechanical tone, introduced the field.
"Field 11, Castle."
With a firm grip on the control spheres, Thomas felt himself become immersed in the feudal Japan environment. He launched Brave Passion into the air before descending towards the castle. Brandished his beam sabers and his qaud-petaled shield as Brave Passion flew under the shade of the castle walls. He had but 50 meters between himself and his opponent.
Yes, this is where I come alive!</s> |
<|description|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Character Sheet
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit Gundam Unicorn
Personality: Thomas is the courageously confident child of a mother of three. Being the youngest, he was slightly picked on by the others, usually thrown in the mom-pit to clean up their messes or be the blame for dubious offenses. In the beginning he took it willingly but over the years, he found a love for anime that gradually changed him. He watched colorful heroes stand up for themselves against the world and one day thought "If they can stand up against the world than why can't I against two people?". After that, he found a fire in his gut. He took the dominating beatings of his brother without complaint, eventually earning some form of place between them. To be blunt, its obvious that he's enduring and willful. On the other hand, his love for anime often hampers his work ethic, giving him bad grades and making him not too smart in the brain departments. His sister often calls him "Narutard".
History: Born to a middle-class family in New York City, Thomas was the offspring of unfortunate love. Growing up, he realized that his family wasn't any different from many others. His eldest sibling, his brother was into females and cars, while his sister was often busy, out with friends or something other. When they were around, all they did was place blame on him, threaten him, and more often than he'd thought, warmly appreciate his presence. The Law family was closer than most, laughing, crying, and enjoying each other's company as if it was fresh breath of air, was the normal.
Thomas was exposed to anime very early in his life, its influence shaped him, taught very important values that many missed simply because they assumed it was cartoons. When Gunpla became popular, he had been so immersed in his anime that he hadn't noticed. It was only after catching his sister coming home late, a model figure close to her, had he learned. Turned out that she was pretty famous in the realm, many had known her as the "RED HOT" aptly named after her Commander Sazabi model. After showing interest in it, she taught him the ropes and little by little developed his own set skills. He once asked her why she hadn't tweaked the Sazabi model, made it her own. She responded with something he'd never forget.
She said. "To change something created by another would be like plagiarism. Its a work of art Narutard, you just don't change perfection. You honor it."
Thomas took what he wanted from that sentence and imprinted it into his heart. At the age of thirteen he entered into a tournament with his sister and watched in amazement as she worked with ascendant concentration. She decimated the competition, literally. There was no need from him to even attempt to fight along side her, every time he did, she only went out her way to save his model. By the end of the local tournament, the alias: RED HOT, had become a gun-cock in the ears of other Gunpla fighters. For anyone that was actually at that tournament, she was something inhuman, some kind of monster. Eventually she grew out of the Gunpla phase and passed on her knowledge to Thomas, who entered several tournaments and took on the name "BLUE STAR" admittedly a bit close to his own sister's name.
By the time he had been invited to Von Braun High, Thomas had been actively challenging other Gunpla Battlers, ripping through them like plague. He hoped to find bigger and better targets at Von Braun, targets like his sister.
Gunpla Info
Name: Gundam Unicorn: Brave Passion
Model number: PPRX-0B
Gunpla role: Balanced Offensive/Assistance
Gunpla model scale: MG 1:100
Gunpla based from if original: RX-0 Unicorn Gundam
Armaments:
* 2x Beam Sabers (forearms)
* 1x Four-Petal Solid/Beam Shield
* 2x 60mm Vulcan Guns
Special Features:
* RED HOT CREED (RHC) System - It allows the intake of the Plavasky Particles to speed up the performance of the Brave Passion model. Designed by his sister, he's none the wiser of its inner workings but he knows from experience that the suit's much more agile and quick after its activation. It can only last for ten seconds.
Description: The Brave Passion model was designed for offense. Like his sister before him, Thomas relies on speed and precise strikes to finish off his opponents. The base model was white but after gaining his infamous name "BLUE STAR" he painted one of its shoulder pieces and its long horn blue. When the (RHC) system is activated, the black parts of the Unicorn glow sapphire. The beam shield appears solid but when activate is coated with a crimson layer that can deflect beam weaponry.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
Alice had to admit this was not what she was expecting when she signed up for a gunpla team sure the drills was similar in some cases but soem practice matches between each other won't exactly hurt either you now. Still she thought as she looked at her tallgeese legion she knew now where she needed work on. The fight with the coach showed exactly where she needs to work also she needed better armor the tallgeese was practically a physical build with a new weapon installed and that was about it. Armor and better thrusters was one thing she felt was mandatory for her gunpla to be a better asset for the team. Shaking those thoughts from her head she noticed Marie's question and answered "I am currently unsure though I am certain you can probably find some information on them online probably."</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Just as the girlswere talking Peter wrote down the team name on his phone to search about them. Results showed the profile on Team Vespa, named so after the yellow jackets the team members wear. Their captain was a senior member named Christian Asher, who used what looked like a Rig Contio from Victory Gundam. Other members used various Mobile Suits with some yelow markings to designate them as paty of the team. "Right, from what I can see, the captain uses a Rig Contio." He said to his team mates. "The team looks large that they regularly change members."</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
"I see so it's a fairly large team huh well is there any videos on their tactics?" She asked looking up from her assembly of the gundam zabanya. So the leader uses a rig contio Marie thought to herself thats a assault type gunpla so depending on the teams gunpla they are going with a heavy attack pattern based on what we know. Looking down at her assembly for the Zabanya she quietly set aside the pieces and brought out her freedom impulse. If they were going to be going for assault she would have to be prepared for anything she thought as she checked the joints of the gunpla to see how far they could go. Nodding to herself she she set the freedom impulse a bit aside and looking at it she went back to making her zabanya. "Lets see how far our wings take this time" she muttered to herself as she once more went to the work of putting together the pieces of the zabanya.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter searched for more on their tactics. It seems that they are flexible with tactics but noticed a pattern in their deployment. There is at least one long-ranged unit, two cavalry units, a siege unit and the captain himself. "It looks like their tactics are derived from medieval warfare." He commented on it. His attention was later brought to Gary who was watching a battle on his laptop. Seeing the kits, he tried to guess which teams were fighting but soon realised they are from the Middle and Southern states by their model kit aesthetics and tactics. "Gary, what can you tell us about the tactics of the Middle and Southern states teams in the video?" He asked.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"Oh the kids from Fired on Axis really prefer to use full force to bring down their enemies. Nothing short of turning the enemy into a piece of charred plastic will solve their problems. They leave themselves open to faster units by doing so but with the overwhelming fire power they bring to the table they hardly have a problem with that. Who the Hell Do You Think We Are!? on the other hand prefer to use smart tactics. In other words they like their freaking technical shit. They have suits decked out to fight whatever enemy they need to without going overboard in one area. I've seen them fight before and they love to pick on any team they want using a combination of surpressive and brutal force. That custom Zaku has a double ended beam axe that can catch you off guard if you're not ready for it and it has all other assorted goodies. Winged Altron uses it's stuff like normal Altron except it has hidden beam spikes on the sides. Once it gets a hold of your it brings you close or just cuts you in half. It also disarms nicely too. It's main flaw is that it has no powerful guns on it. The guy did a nice job of making use of Sandrock's beam Gatling Pistol though for that purpose. Does that sum it up for you Petey?"</s>
<|message|>Raiyen Karasawa
Raiyen who was holding a metalic suitcase calmly entered the hobby store while scanning for any individuals that would pose a challenge in his daily battles. He could see a few kids around his age behind a glass panel where the Gunpla Machine is. Immediately, Raiyen was able to identify one of the individuals inside. Raiyen started making a bee-line towards the battle area until he was stopped by cashier. "Hello! How may I ~ Wait a second.... aren't you that guy who single-handedly defeated that 5-man team the other day? I believe they called you the Vermillion comet." Said Kelly with an excited tone. " Yea.... thats me. I was nothing really.. Just a friendly-match." replied Raiyen while giving a small smile. "What do you mean it was nothing!? those guys were last years regional qualifiers and beat them without even breaking sweat!"Said Kelly while continuing his excited tone. "Those guys over there are from Von Braun high school right?" asked Raiyen as he tries to change to a more important topic. "Yup, that's them alright. These guys come here quite often. Interested in joining them?" asked Kelly. "Something along those lines…." Raiyen said as he cracked a grin while walking his way towards the battle room. As Raiyen entered the battleroom he could see two fighters already using one of the arena, under normal circumstances Raiyen with sit put and observe the battle but since he had more pressing matters to attend to, he simply gave the two fighters a short glance before approaching his target. The individual known by many as "Peter". "Hello there. You must be Peter. I must say its honour to have the opportunity to meet an ex-member of the Gryps Titans." Raiyen said with a care-free tone accompanied with his signature cheerful smile as he extended his hand for a handshake. " I know this is kind of sudden but would you mind fighting me in a gunplay battle? Afterall, it's not everyday a plebian like me gets to fight a skilled fighter such as yourself" Raiyen said while his cheerful smile formed into a grin. While Raiyen acknowledges the strength of team members of Gryps Titans he simply cannot accept their arrogance towards those who they deem weak for Raiyen believes that the strong should not look down on the weak, instead they should lift them up to greater heights.</s>
<|message|>Alice Blackmore
Alice looked up it seems that either zechs was testing him or he had formed a strategy for their upcoming match. Looking around she couldn't help but notice how quiet it was Renny was off fighting that one girl zechs and gary seemed to have some hidden conversation going on and Marie was busy building a new gunpla. Taking out her tallgeese she quickly looked at her main weapon for it she hadn't had a actual battle just yet from joining the club she noticed but she was sure that when her time came she would do her best better than what she did against teacher.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
The appearance of Raiyen and his subsequent challenge got Peter offguard, and extensive knowledge of the Gryps Titans got him suspicious. "Sure, I can battle." He accepted the challenge. He lead the new student to one of the vacant battlefields to start the battle. "PLEASE SET YOU GP BASE." The machine instructed as usual to the two. Peter placed his Byzantine Gundam and his GP Base, with the former's main camera glowing as it came to life. "FIELD 3: FOREST. MODEL DAMAGE LEVEL SET TO: C" The fighter waited for Raiyen to join. This guy looked like he researched his team before. He tried to remember whether he encountered him before in New York but can't remember. It is also unlikely that Miss Lindemann would divulge any information of her team to a random person and she didn't make any formal announcement yet. He will have to find the answers in this battle.</s>
<|message|>Raiyen Karasawa
Raiyen was pleased that Peter accepted his challenge, however he was somewhat disappointed that Peter didn't shake his hand. As he made his way towards a vacant battlefield, he placed his suit case on top of a nearby table and opened it revealing a red mobile suit and an extensive amount of weapons that are all cushioned by a foam like substance. After mounting a handful of weapons into the red mobile suit, Raiyen proceeded to place both his customized gunpla and and his GP Base at their designated areas. Raiyen's mobile suit was quite weirdly equip, having two shields of different yet similar design mounted on each arm, two containers mounted on the knee that appear to store a pair of pistols, two beam sabres and two solid GN blades one long, one short, both were colored appropriately to match the colour scheme of the red mobiles suit which are mounted on the both sides of the hip area of the suit. "And so it begins" Raiyen said with a more serious tone in his voice as he grasped the control spheres that materializes upon the activation of the machine. As the Vermillion launched out of its launch hatch, it quickly flew towards a tall tree in the forest and perched itself on top of it to wait for its opponent.</s>
| <|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
The battle had only began when Thomas retracted his obligations and retrieved his Gunpla from the field. He had no desire to battle her anymore, the reason why was lost to him. But it probably had something to do with the level of concentration pouring from the others as they researched on their opponents.
It made him feel like he wasn't pulling his own weight around.
"Sorry about this, but maybe we can battle later."
Stepping down from the arena, he joined the others and rubbing his head, spoke. "So what we got?" he asked with a mischievous smile. "Any challenging people? And when is the battle?"</s> |
<|description|>Emily "Cima" Won
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Emily stands at 5'6" with a slender, but toned build. She keeps her hair tied up in a bun with sleek strands that hang down along either side of her face. Heavy use of cosmetic products ensures her skin is fair and clear of blemishes. When attending Gunpla battles or Gundam-themed events, she wears a red crewneck sweater with a Zeon Commander emblem across the chest. In the school's Gunpla circle, she is sometimes referred to as Cima, after her resemblance to Cima Garahau and the fact they pilot the same Mobile Suit.
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit 0083: Stardust Memory
Personality: Emily has an analytic perception of the world, tending more towards introversion. She is absorbed in observation and logic, spending a great deal of time analyzing and making sense of things around her. Because of this, she can seem to be distant to others; in reality, she is invested in thought and is prone to answer complex questions only after giving them a long, hard reflection. She spends much of her time dedicated to Gunpla, theorizing possible scenarios, maneuvers and solutions for dealing with them. Ever the voice of reason, Emily dislikes social conflict, for the fact it disrupts her sense of concentration. She harbors distaste for individuals who are too showy, loud, obtrusive, or otherwise go against the grain of what she deems to be decent. She accepts things for what they are, and is blunt when pointing out both flaws and issuing praise. Her matter-of-fact attitude can seem to lack enthusiasm, but she takes great personal pleasure in connecting concepts and putting things in frameworks in ways she deems logical. She surrounds herself with others who are intellectually stimulating, or are sources of good humor.
When it comes to Gunpla, Emily is confident and cool-headed; preferring not to downplay nor overstate her abilities. There are few pleasures like a plan coming together and when efforts yield concrete results. Secretly, Emily is quite bloodthirsty in her Gunpla battles and derives thrill from defeating others' Gunpla in brutal order. Whether she runs circles around frustrated opponents, strips them of their capabilities, or forces them into corners, Emily presses her adversaries as helpless as the situation will allow before finishing them off. Where this is not possible, due to a more even skill gap, Emily contents herself with fighting as well as she can, formulating a strategy to allow her to win in short order. Despite her style on the battlefield, she displays little to no outward malice; at most a grin of satisfaction at the end of a victory.
History: Emily is the second child of Sung-il and Natalie Won. Her interest in Gundam originated in watching the shows as a youth with her brother, Marcus. Despite Marcus's affixation with the series, he never had the patience for building Gunpla, and stuck to collecting the action figures. Emily, however, found the process fascinating. The act of constructing and painting the machines fighting in the shows kindled gratification and she yearned to improve with every model. Her first few were simple, shy of display quality; lacking the same clean lines and detail of those used as samples on the boxes. However, her skills grew the more Gunpla she had under her belt, until she could replicate and even surpass the craftsmanship that was considered standard.
When she discovered Gunpla Battles, Emily found a greater reason to build than simple aesthetic pleasure. Her middle school's unofficial club offered a venue for her to get her feet wet. She found that winning with the models she had made on her own netted a great pride in her work. Starting out, it took time for her to become truly good, and there were losses before her victories became consistent. When she found her playstyle, she'd been battling with a MS-18E Kämpfer, making use of its fast, offensive style to avoid danger and make quick work of her adversaries.
As she moved on to highschool, Emily had earned herself a reputation among her peers for her fast movements and unrelenting offense. Unfortunately, she found Von Braun High School to be lacking for Gunpla Battles, and instead sought out enthusiasts at local shops who provided opportunity to hone herself against. Under the tutelage of an older Gunpla builder that frequented the local shop, Emily had taken an older Gerbera Tetra of hers and rebuilt and repainted it to bring it up to her current standard. Innovating on the design, she opted to customize the Mobile Suit's Stürm Booster, adding components from an Aile Striker pack to increase its performance. Initially, the modification was too much for her to handle, and the intensity of the Gunpla's speed made her lose control. With some refinement to the design and lots of practice, she could maneuver the Gunpla solidly. The modification proved to be fatal to her regular opponents, who found her agility difficult to match. Her new Gunpla, who she'd taken to calling 'Gerbera Tetra Omega' earned her victories at local hobby store tournaments, as well as statewide, regional and student-held ladders.
Now in her final year at Von Braun, Emily has decided to chase bigger fish, and is shooting for the Under-19 Team US National Tournament.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Gerbera Tetra Omega
Model number: AGX-04AS
Gunpla role: High-mobility offense
Gunpla model scale: HGUC 1/144
Gunpla based from if original: AGX-04 Gerbera Tetra
Armaments:
* 4x 110mm Machine Cannons
Two of these machine cannons are mounted in each forearm.
* 2x Beam Sabers
* Beam Machine Gun
* 2x Sturm Fausts
Two sturm fausts are stored on racks on the left side of the hip.
Special Features:
* Aile Stürm Booster
Emily has taken the AQM/E-X01 Aile Striker pack from a Strike Rouge kit and modified it to fit around the Gerbera Tetra Omega's Stürm Booster. This has resulted in unparalleled speed and mobility, pushing the Mobile Suit above its already-respectable limits. With the Aile Stürm Booster, the Gerbera Tetra Omega is able to outpace the majority of 1/144 Gunpla, and even many of larger scales.
* Beam Shield
As a defensive measure if speed is not enough, the Gerbera Tetra Omega is equipped with a beam shield on its left forearm. The shield is capable of blocking both beam and projectile weapons, unlike an I-field generator, which can only defend against beams. The beam shield resembles the one used by the XM-02 Den'an Gei.
* Flare and Chaff Launchers
Small compartments on the Gunpla can be jettisoned, releasing countermeasures to confuse homing missiles it is unable to dodge. It can also mislead remote systems like funnels, bits, fangs and DRAGOON systems, so long as they are automatic.
Description: The Gerbera Tetra Omega is designed with speed in mind, relying on mobility to protect itself and set the pace of its Gunpla battles. Already fast, the addition of the Aile Stürm Booster increases its speed dramatically. Because of its high output, it has taken Emily a great deal of practice to master controlling the Gunpla. In the hands of another fighter, it would be extraordinarily difficult to control. The armaments of the original Gerbera are kept, with the only addition being a pair of sturm fausts. The low weapon count is an attempt to reduce weight and emphasize the Gunpla's mobility; the beam machine gun is capable of dealing with most Gunpla. The Gerbera Tetra Omega is painted similarly to the original color scheme, although has dark green tiger stripes dotting the limbs. Gold marks on the shoulder boosters indicate the number of victories it has earned.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Miss Lindemann sighed. "Sure." She replied to Gary's demand to take him home. She got out her keys for her green sportscar, and looked at everyone else. "Anyone else need a lift home?" She offered to the other students. When some of them accepted the offer she made sure she knew the direction to their homes. The sportscar was decorated with a number of Gundam merchandise, mostly from Wing as her generation can suggest. As the engine was turned on she played some songs from the 1980s. She drove with great grace through the traffic, mapping out her route through the built-in GPS.
Peter observed the other Gunpla battle. It looked like the town has more than plebs after all.
***
The following days were filled with Miss Lindemann's intense training, which she devised out of her experience or from insanity. She gave exercises like tying together Gunpla to ensure better coordination. Peter was perplexed with the whole methods but accepted it nonetheless as something to do in order to win the Northern California Qualifiers. There was also some surprise with the sudden surge of popularity in the club with a lot more fighters signing up and also skilled. Among the new fighters is this guy named 'Vermillion' or something and a girl who goes by 'Cima'. He heard that Miss Lindemann will arrive soon and got some news. The registration for the tournament was done successfully to note.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
Gary sat in the clubroom fiddling around with The O and his GP-01 along with a newer model he had built of the Titan Gundam MK 2 which wasn't nearly as good at the other two but was passable. He had put it together while waiting for his other club members to get done with their work and training. "Training really? As if there wasn't any other excuse to play with gunpla? What are we nine?" Gary grumbled to himself as he moved his O's arm up and down boredom making itself very apparent. Hey at least he knew their 'instructor' Miss Lindermann was a somebody if she had such a smoking hot ride like that sports car on a daily basis. Gary figured she had rented it but knew better now. "I wonder how big bro is doing? I'm sure he's beating someones ass somewhere. Jarrett's probably still doing volunteer work like the model student he is. At least dad's been keeping up." Gary said to himself silently as he eyed the GP-01 for a moment before smiling. "I'm getting sentimental all up in here it seems." Gary chuckled shaking his head.</s>
| <|message|>Emily "Cima" Won
Emily advanced down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, cradling the box that housed her Gerbera Tetra Omega. It was a customized version of the standard Gunpla carrier; colored crimson with deep emerald tiger stripes along its length to match the Gunpla inside. At the center of the top flap, the Greek symbol for Omega was inlaid into the surface. She carried the box gingerly at all times, safeguarding the source of pride within. Hopefully it would see some use today and earn another tally on its shoulder.
The news had reached Emily of a Gunpla team starting up within the school; a much-needed addition after three years without one. Previously, she'd have to contend herself by finding matches elsewhere, but with Gunpla battlers popping up at Von Braun High, it would be much easier to practice. She momentarily scolded herself for lacking the initiative to start one on her own; had she done so, she might not be so starved for competition.
Layzner's front doors clanked open, followed by the welcoming ding-dong of a typical storefront motion-sensor. Emily stepped in, eyes darting from the shelves of Gunpla kits to a back room. Behind the glass panel stood a handful of kids, not much younger than herself, who were gathered around a Gunpla Battle machine.
At the front desk, Kelley tossed a glance at his store's newcomer, looking up from his work. "Hello! If there's anything I can do, give me a holler." Emily approached the counter, still focused on the battlers at the end of the store.
"Hi there," she replied, setting her Gunpla box on the top of the counter. "I heard that some new students from the high school were starting a team and use your store to practice." She gave a nod towards the battle room. "Is that them?"
Kelley looked back and gave a nod, grinning. "Sure is! They come here often; bring some life to the store. A little exposure is good for business, y'know?" His eyes wandered to Emily's striped box and his expression changed. "Oh- You're the one they call Cima, aren't you? I'm pleased to have you at my store! I've heard a bit about your exploits." He dug through an old stack of newspapers, presumably articles on Gunpla, and pulled out a old issue with a photo of Emily holding a triple-stacked trophy. "You won the last regional tournament!"
Emily couldn't help but return the storekeeper's smile, allowing herself a hint of fulfillment. "You seem to keep up-to-date with everything Gunpla around here. I live a town away, so I haven't looked inside your store much. I may as well visit more often if I can expect a reception like this!"
The storeowner chuckled, returning the paper to its place in the pile. "I'd appreciate your business! If folks see someone of your caliber hanging out here, I just might see more sales. But anyway, that's the group you're looking for. Can't speak for them, but I don't suppose it'd hurt to go say hello."
"Thanks," Emily replied. With that, she walked over to the battle room, giving the door a knock and brandishing her Gunpla box through the glass panel. "Are any of you up for a real battle?"</s> |
<|description|>Emily "Cima" Won
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Emily stands at 5'6" with a slender, but toned build. She keeps her hair tied up in a bun with sleek strands that hang down along either side of her face. Heavy use of cosmetic products ensures her skin is fair and clear of blemishes. When attending Gunpla battles or Gundam-themed events, she wears a red crewneck sweater with a Zeon Commander emblem across the chest. In the school's Gunpla circle, she is sometimes referred to as Cima, after her resemblance to Cima Garahau and the fact they pilot the same Mobile Suit.
Favourite Gundam series: Mobile Suit 0083: Stardust Memory
Personality: Emily has an analytic perception of the world, tending more towards introversion. She is absorbed in observation and logic, spending a great deal of time analyzing and making sense of things around her. Because of this, she can seem to be distant to others; in reality, she is invested in thought and is prone to answer complex questions only after giving them a long, hard reflection. She spends much of her time dedicated to Gunpla, theorizing possible scenarios, maneuvers and solutions for dealing with them. Ever the voice of reason, Emily dislikes social conflict, for the fact it disrupts her sense of concentration. She harbors distaste for individuals who are too showy, loud, obtrusive, or otherwise go against the grain of what she deems to be decent. She accepts things for what they are, and is blunt when pointing out both flaws and issuing praise. Her matter-of-fact attitude can seem to lack enthusiasm, but she takes great personal pleasure in connecting concepts and putting things in frameworks in ways she deems logical. She surrounds herself with others who are intellectually stimulating, or are sources of good humor.
When it comes to Gunpla, Emily is confident and cool-headed; preferring not to downplay nor overstate her abilities. There are few pleasures like a plan coming together and when efforts yield concrete results. Secretly, Emily is quite bloodthirsty in her Gunpla battles and derives thrill from defeating others' Gunpla in brutal order. Whether she runs circles around frustrated opponents, strips them of their capabilities, or forces them into corners, Emily presses her adversaries as helpless as the situation will allow before finishing them off. Where this is not possible, due to a more even skill gap, Emily contents herself with fighting as well as she can, formulating a strategy to allow her to win in short order. Despite her style on the battlefield, she displays little to no outward malice; at most a grin of satisfaction at the end of a victory.
History: Emily is the second child of Sung-il and Natalie Won. Her interest in Gundam originated in watching the shows as a youth with her brother, Marcus. Despite Marcus's affixation with the series, he never had the patience for building Gunpla, and stuck to collecting the action figures. Emily, however, found the process fascinating. The act of constructing and painting the machines fighting in the shows kindled gratification and she yearned to improve with every model. Her first few were simple, shy of display quality; lacking the same clean lines and detail of those used as samples on the boxes. However, her skills grew the more Gunpla she had under her belt, until she could replicate and even surpass the craftsmanship that was considered standard.
When she discovered Gunpla Battles, Emily found a greater reason to build than simple aesthetic pleasure. Her middle school's unofficial club offered a venue for her to get her feet wet. She found that winning with the models she had made on her own netted a great pride in her work. Starting out, it took time for her to become truly good, and there were losses before her victories became consistent. When she found her playstyle, she'd been battling with a MS-18E Kämpfer, making use of its fast, offensive style to avoid danger and make quick work of her adversaries.
As she moved on to highschool, Emily had earned herself a reputation among her peers for her fast movements and unrelenting offense. Unfortunately, she found Von Braun High School to be lacking for Gunpla Battles, and instead sought out enthusiasts at local shops who provided opportunity to hone herself against. Under the tutelage of an older Gunpla builder that frequented the local shop, Emily had taken an older Gerbera Tetra of hers and rebuilt and repainted it to bring it up to her current standard. Innovating on the design, she opted to customize the Mobile Suit's Stürm Booster, adding components from an Aile Striker pack to increase its performance. Initially, the modification was too much for her to handle, and the intensity of the Gunpla's speed made her lose control. With some refinement to the design and lots of practice, she could maneuver the Gunpla solidly. The modification proved to be fatal to her regular opponents, who found her agility difficult to match. Her new Gunpla, who she'd taken to calling 'Gerbera Tetra Omega' earned her victories at local hobby store tournaments, as well as statewide, regional and student-held ladders.
Now in her final year at Von Braun, Emily has decided to chase bigger fish, and is shooting for the Under-19 Team US National Tournament.
Gunpla Info:
Name: Gerbera Tetra Omega
Model number: AGX-04AS
Gunpla role: High-mobility offense
Gunpla model scale: HGUC 1/144
Gunpla based from if original: AGX-04 Gerbera Tetra
Armaments:
* 4x 110mm Machine Cannons
Two of these machine cannons are mounted in each forearm.
* 2x Beam Sabers
* Beam Machine Gun
* 2x Sturm Fausts
Two sturm fausts are stored on racks on the left side of the hip.
Special Features:
* Aile Stürm Booster
Emily has taken the AQM/E-X01 Aile Striker pack from a Strike Rouge kit and modified it to fit around the Gerbera Tetra Omega's Stürm Booster. This has resulted in unparalleled speed and mobility, pushing the Mobile Suit above its already-respectable limits. With the Aile Stürm Booster, the Gerbera Tetra Omega is able to outpace the majority of 1/144 Gunpla, and even many of larger scales.
* Beam Shield
As a defensive measure if speed is not enough, the Gerbera Tetra Omega is equipped with a beam shield on its left forearm. The shield is capable of blocking both beam and projectile weapons, unlike an I-field generator, which can only defend against beams. The beam shield resembles the one used by the XM-02 Den'an Gei.
* Flare and Chaff Launchers
Small compartments on the Gunpla can be jettisoned, releasing countermeasures to confuse homing missiles it is unable to dodge. It can also mislead remote systems like funnels, bits, fangs and DRAGOON systems, so long as they are automatic.
Description: The Gerbera Tetra Omega is designed with speed in mind, relying on mobility to protect itself and set the pace of its Gunpla battles. Already fast, the addition of the Aile Stürm Booster increases its speed dramatically. Because of its high output, it has taken Emily a great deal of practice to master controlling the Gunpla. In the hands of another fighter, it would be extraordinarily difficult to control. The armaments of the original Gerbera are kept, with the only addition being a pair of sturm fausts. The low weapon count is an attempt to reduce weight and emphasize the Gunpla's mobility; the beam machine gun is capable of dealing with most Gunpla. The Gerbera Tetra Omega is painted similarly to the original color scheme, although has dark green tiger stripes dotting the limbs. Gold marks on the shoulder boosters indicate the number of victories it has earned.</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
T H E O P T I M I S T
"You're depressing," Thomas muttered as he laid across the arms of a chair pulled out from the table, his legs swinging as he craned his neck towards Gary. "Everything has some ultimate downside for you. That has to be a very sad way of living."
Just as he did so often--even when things were lively--he turned a pondering gaze towards the Unicorn Gunpla standing on the table. Its blue shoulder guard and horn had been repainted to a practiced perfection, his build coated to realistic gleam. Every since that battle and the training they've been going through, he'd started thinking that perhaps Brave Passion wasn't as perfect as he believed. He was quick and agile from never relying on ranged weapons but now he was seeing it as a major disadvantage. Especially against opponent's like Miss. Lindermann.
With a sigh and a heave, he fixed his position in the chair and scooted his chair up, pushing back Brave Passion with careful hand. He laid his chin on the table and stared at his sister's masterpiece. "We'll get better, Brave. We'll get better."
Then his mind strayed to the usual addiction, he raised his voice so that the others could hear him in the Club Room. "Who's up for some training? I'm really in the mood for some epic Gunpla Battling." His arms stretched up high as he twisted his arms and wound them around one another.</s>
<|message|>Gary Miller
"What the hell I don't have the right to grumble to myself about training on something I've done all my life? Get over yourself man I don't call you out on your heavy handed BS excuse for attention seeking crap. Long story short I won't patronize you if you don't do it to me." Gary said starting to get fed up with this guy. He's been hanging out with him for a total of two days and he's already ready to hate his guts. That was really freaking fast. Whatever if he want's to get in a measuring contest so be it. But at the end of the day Gary just wanted some peace and quiet or an actually decent opponent to fight against. Miss Lindermann seemed to be skilled or so she claimed to be at least but she held back and most of the others here weren't as tactically sound as they could be. Being the all-rounder 'jack of all stats master of none' that he was it made Gary cringe when he saw such heavy handed one sided tactics it left you vulnerable.</s>
<|message|>Petrus "Peter" Sabbatius Iustianus
Peter looked through the club-room at Layzner's. The room was made under an arrangement between Miss Lindemann and Kelley that she'll autograph a Gundam Sandrock box and a poster for a room to be used by the club. Remembering her sportscar he found out how she is from a German family of steel-exporters, explaining her wealth.
He noticed a new girl entering the room. "I will be able to battle soon." He offered but at the same time heard Thomas offering to battle. "Actually Thomas might be able to. I need to finish some things first."
Miss Lindemann, who people can call the "Queen of Darkness" due to her sour, but helpful nature entered the room. "I have some news for all." She said to them. "We will have a friendly match with Saint Maria Pure Academy next week. Their team, Vespa will fight us at the store."
As the announcement was made Peter searched the school and the team. It looked like a Catholic school closeby and the team happened to have qualified for the National tournament once three years ago.
Miss Lindemann looked at the club before continuing. "So we will be preparing for the battle and training will be made harder. That's all." She finished and walked out of the room.</s>
<|message|>Marie Asagiri
Marie couldn't help but sigh at that hopefully a good match was what they needed to get their act together. She thought to herself as she quietly started to assemble a gunpla. The pieces laid out in front of her was for a Gundam Zabanya it was her latest project to take what was worked from her strike freedom impulse and add it upon to a new gunpla. The holster bits of the Zabanya would not only allow her to carry more guns for but also allows her to increase the amount of fire for her bombardment. "So does anyone have any data on their gunpla's they use" Marie decided to ask as she continued working on the gunpla. "Knowledge is half the battle if were to get at least some information on them it could make planning and battle that much easier she added."</s>
<|message|>Thomas Law (AKA: The Blue Star)
Thomas A. Law - THE BLUE STAR
Thomas slowly shook his head at Gary as he lowered from his stretch. "See, its anger like that that makes you hard to be around. Not a single funny bone in your body," he teased, although it sounded dry and flat.
"But none of it matters now!" he said excitedly as he strode pass Peter and to the newcomer. He honestly wasn't into all that researching stuff, neither was he versed in creating strategies. All he knew was that he was pretty good in actual battle, ideas came to him in the heat of the moment, until that time would come, he was usually blank and empty. Like a clean slate, he supposed.
With a warm smile, he greeted the girl. "I'll battle ya. You've got some spunk in you girl! Let's do this!" He told her, grinning with approval. He headed over and grabbed Brave Passion from its place on the table afterwards.
Wasting little to no time, he stepped in front of the arena, basically beaming the whole while. He was itching for a serious battle. Training was all good and dandy but nothing compared to the thrill of an actual battle. The thoughts and simulation of it consumed him, it almost seemed real. Like a high that he couldn't quite reach, it plagued him so.
"Well, come on. Hurry over to the other side," He said impatiently.</s>
| <|message|>Emily "Cima" Won
"Let's get to it, then." Emily stepped to the other side of the battle table, sliding her GP base into the machine. She popped her Gunpla box open, withdrawing the Gerbera Tetra Omega and setting it down over the base. A satisfying hum reverberated as the machine powered up, the control console materializing before her. She laid her fingers on the control spheres and waited for her opponent to follow suit.
When Emily saw the Gunpla her opponent held, she tightened her grip on the spherical yokes. She'd read about that Gunpla - the Brave Passion. Except she had only known it in the hands of a girl; "Red Hot." Last she knew, Red Hot was no longer active in the Gunpla Battle community. Emily never had to face her herself, but the girl's track record was nothing short of amazing.
"Hey, you must be Red Hot's brother; aren't you? I recognize your Gunpla. It's a shame she decided to quit."</s> |
<|description|>Ramius Kastagir
Race: Yan-ti pureblood
Age: appears to be in his late 30's in truth closer to 70
Gender: male
Appearance: Ramius stands just under 6 feet, his shoulders are quite broad, but his arms and legs obviously have not been used to physical work. Upon the first look the man looks quite ordinary if a bit effeminate. Upon closer inspection there is just something off about him. For instance his skin is nearly gray in color and his eyes are slitted - even their striking blue color isn't enough to hide that fact. His left cheek looks like it has a burn mark on it - which in fact is a patch of scales extending from under the eye all the way down to his neck. His thin dark hair - which extends to his shoulders even when tied - is kept away from the eyes with a strap of red cloth that hides his ears.
Judging by the horrible scars that crisscross his back the man has felt the lash a few times. The area around his right shoulder blade is also covered by scales - as is most of his right arm apart from the fingers and palm.
Clothing/Armor: Ramius wears very simple clothes - usually wide cloth pants and a loose tunic that extends below his knees. The clothes are made of cheap cloth and have been colored brownish-green. The only part of his clothing that is a bit more expensive is the wide belt of his - made from some scaly leather and has a wide brass colored buckle. Over his other clothes the man wears a gray cloak - it too made from some cheap cloth, the cloak has obviously seen better days judging by the tattered hem.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Weapons: A thin bladed dagger with a noticeably curved blade. The handle is adorned with two small emeralds and has a silver wolf's head pommel. Ramius keeps the knife hanging from his belt.
Skills/Abilities: Ramius possesses extremely good reflexes - so good in fact that he's able to dodge or even catch arrows if he knows from which direction they are shot at.
His ability with the dagger is below average at most.
He is a bard by trade so his skills in story telling, singing and flute playing are exceptionally good.
Ramius is the self titled 'King of Liars' - his skill in lying is so great that he can make the even most impossible story sound completely plausible and believable.
As far as talking to other people goes those who do not let his rather odd looks distract them they'll find that Ramius is actually a very verbose fellow.
Magic: Due to his Yan-ti heritage Ramius is able to see well in dark places, he is also able to spit acid at his foes - though that ability is highly limited.
He can break curses and other magical effects by playing his flute (countersong).
Ramius possesses a limited planar walking ability - which he got by angering one of Faerún's many fickle gods. He has no true control over the ability, but he does know exactly when a shift is going to occur.
Inventory: A rather battered rucksack containing food and water for roughly a week, spare clothes, a beautifully crafted silver flute, two money pouches, one with 50 gold coins with odd markings that are not recognized by anoyone - they are still solid gold so people don't often compalain. The second pouch at the moment contains 11 copper coins and two silver ones.
Backstory: Ramius - as he has chosen to call himself during his travels - was born in the Underdark to a society of Yan-ti. He became a spy and courtier at a relatively young age. His travels and odd jobs took him all the way from Amn to Luskan and Neverwinter. Somehow he ended up as a part of an adventuring group of very distinct individuals who set out to find an ancient artifact. During the adventure Ramius somehow managed to anger a god who cursed him to another plane of existence.
His first excursion to planar walking brought him to Castle Grayhawk where Ramius had to contend with all sorts of horrors, lies and intrigue. After what had felt like an eternity something pulled him away to a different plane again. The Yan-ti found himself in Barovia and again joined an adventuring party of sorts - these ones were actually on employ of one Strahd von Zarovich, whom had his own goals in mind. Ramius was forced to spend several years in Barovia - taking in even more horrors and bad memories - before another planar shift again happened.
The thus far last planar shift occurred nearly four years ago and Ramius found himself in Estermere. He found himself in a much pleasing environment - atleast in comparison to his last two planar excursions. Though people still are wary of the odd bard at the very least he has an audience to tell his weird stories to. He has integrated himself well to the society - or at least the part that visits taverns. In reality Ramius doesn't care if he'll ever see Faerún again - he has found a new home where his worst enemies are his dreams.</s>
<|message|>Ramius Kastagir
There had been so many homes, so many different lodgings and the occasional safe haven. Some had been damp and dark, unwelcoming and drab, some had reminded him of the old times, better days. Leaping Stag easily belonged to the small group of welcoming and safe places that he had seen over the years. He had seen hundreds of places like it, most of the welcoming ones in fair Faerún - a place he didn't miss nearly as much as he should have. The few people he had known were either dead or still trapped in horrible places with no hope of escape.
The Yan-ti shook his head as words pulled him away from his thoughts. "Could you tell the story about the dragon again?" The blue, slitted eyes opened a bit more, gleaming very slightly from the small shadow caused by the hood as he lifted his head to rest against the back wall on which he had been more or less sleeping against. Ramius seemed to ponder the question and forced a little smile to his thin lips as he examined the person who had asked the question - a youth of perhaps 17 summers, dark haired and eyes full of the joy of a simple life - the cloaked bard nodded his head ever so slightly. "Very well, but mind you there will not be much excitement since I'm sitting here telling the story to you." The boy nodded and waited patiently for the cloaked man to pry open a bottle of wine with his teeth.
"Years and years ago in a place called Faerún - a normal enough place with normal enough people it was as far as I can remember - there was a city called Neverwinter. For a time only misfortune happened to that city - none my doing, or so I hope... Though there was that one time with that noble, but that is a completely different story." Ramius paused to take a hefty gulp from his wine and scratched the burnmark like scales on his cheek. "Neverwinter and it's noble lord Nasher Alagondar one day had the most wondrous plan of hiring a sort of an adventurer's company. I somehow managed to end up becoming a member in the company and we were given our task. It seemed like an easy little job with a good pay. We were to find an old sculpture of sorts from a seemingly abandoned mine complex..."
The middle part of the story wasn't very exciting, but at the very least the storyteller kept it interesting. The group got to their destination without much of a hassle and began examining their surroundings. Every now and often Ramius took a sip of wine. Then he reached a part of the story where the group finally came face to face with a dragon. "...That's when we realized that we were not alone - at the back of the cavern slept a scaled being, nearly 200 feet long, with wings at least twice as wide. If we had all been wise we could have gotten out of there without any casualties, but no. There were untold riches down there with the hideous lizard and the more greedy of us were already eyeing around with that certain gleam of greed in their greedy eyes." Again the Yan-ti paused to take a sip of wine and now placed the empty bottle next to himself. "Some of us tried to dissuade them from touching the valuables - we were certain that the dragon would wake up and roast us where we stood..." He paused, glanced longingly at the empty bottle of wine and lifted his right hand slightly - showing the scales and scaleless fingers with the pointer finger extended towards the sky. "Give me a brief moment - I shall get myself something for these horrible symptoms of sore throat and then return to tell the rest of the story. Calmly the cloaked man stood up and disappeared inside the Leaping Stag.</s>
<|message|>Tirarian Smooth-Tongue
Tirarian sat in the corner of the yard, overlooking the motley crew. The Leaping Stag was one of the inns in the city that both was refined enough to attract the upper classes and yet cheap enough for the poor (well, probably not the poor poor). After a few drinks all of them would be toasting before forgetting it and going back to hating each other in the morning. But there was a fellow this place didn't attract often. Grey skin, slitted eyes and covered ears. She had seen him performing here and there, and she knew just what would satisfy her curiosity.
The Gnome lifted the brim of her hat up, and raised the flute to her lips. Tightening her lips into the appropriate embouchure, she thought to herself "Because if there's anything a bard loves to do, it's to tell other instrument players they can't play."
She started a steady song, hardly impressive. There was a distinct lack of other musicians out in the backyard and it wasn't hard to be heard at this distance from the bonfire.</s>
<|message|>Livet Spiritcutter
I have made it to Estermere...
The silhouette of the great city had been growing on the horizon since high sun. Livet's sojourn from the south, the path of which had meandered all over the countryside, was nearing its intended completion. She knew that once she got to the city she would have some pivotal decisions to make, but she had confidence that even though it wouldn't be easy, she could somehow make some sort of hold there. She knew magic was not welcomed by those unaccustomed to its use (that was to say most people in general) and thought that the best way to hide herself was in the crowds of Estermere. Not only that, but she was curious about the city. Many rumors existed about the grander of Estermere in the surrounding country, some scandalous, some outrageous, some horrifying; most were undoubtedly just tales told by those with fierce imaginations. Livet had approached the imposing gates of the city with sweat on her brow at the same time the sun crossed the point halfway through its descent to the earth. Her exchange with the guard was awkward, but civil. She thanked him as he let her through.
Long shadows played on the cobbled streets as she hesitantly stepped past the threshold, the large apparatus behind her groaning as it sealed her inside. The guard had suggested the infamous Leaping Stag Inn. She hadn't much money left and didn't know the best way to go about getting more. She had thought about inquiring around the city to get employed as a serving maid or something of the like, but didn't want to be at the mercy of some perverted innkeeper. Her hand rested on the pouch containing her funds at her belt, the rumor of cut-purses one of the many thoughts clouding her mind. The city had a colorful crowd although it was small in the few final hours of the day. The sorceress set off at a brisk pace in the direction the guard had given her, keeping her hood up and worn cloak closed.
Hazel eyes roamed the picturesque expanse of the city, a sight she hadn't seen since she was a young girl. Colorful flags and tapestries waved in a slight breeze. The citizens she had the chance to observe were obviously preparing for the end of the day. To have to step around and through the obstacles of other hustling patrons, collapsing street carts and displays, and workers carrying odds and ends was something Livet had never experienced before. More than a few times she caused a collision after backing away from one in front of her. She had to ask for directions multiple times, and was relieved when she finally saw the Leaping Stag emerge from the cityscape. A weary smile appeared on her face. She didn't know if she had enough to cover a night, but if not she could inquire about a cheaper inn or maybe even if there was any work available.
As the young woman approached the door, a muffled roar could be heard from the street and got louder until she pushed open the door, and like a bubble popping, she could hear the sharp cacophony of the lively crowd inside the inn. Livet smiled; once she had adjusted to a more populace scene, she found she enjoyed the festive atmosphere. Her eyes widened as she stepped into the inn proper - it wasn't much larger than others she had visited, but there were so many more people! The room wasn't packed to the point in which no one could walk, but she could see through windows to the backyard that there were many more patrons than those who lingered inside. The air smelled of fresh cooking meat, and in here away from the more intoxicated of the bunch, lacked the subtle sour undertone of vomit. The sorceress swallowed hard; once she initiated conversation, she had no problem upholding it but had trouble getting to that point. Having been raised in semi-isolation, she still hadn't gotten completely over a few awkward tendencies.
Two pale hands came up and brought down her hood as she strode toward the bar. She wanted to ask the price of a room, though she doubted she had enough with what meager currency still rattled in her coin purse. As her hand touched the counter, her stomach growled, and she made a note to ask the price of a meal. Livet also wanted to inquire about any rumors of work going around, but she didn't know if it were better just to go to the guard and ask about bounties. She didn't know if it was a good idea to just put herself out like that; she hadn't much experience in a bigger city environment. She paused for a moment at the bar, not really sure how to proceed, avoiding getting the attention of a barkeep.</s>
| <|message|>Ramius Kastagir
Ramius stopped to glance behind himself when he heard someone playing a flute. His eyes scanned the crowd and located the flute player. A gnome? Hmh... I'll sate my curiosity a bit later... He shook his head ever so slightly and headed through the door to meet the ear aching sounds of the patrons that seemed to love their little drinking establishment.
He moved through the crowd with ease, stealing a few coppers here and there from people too drunk to notice his sleight of hand. His swift hands also found a half empty tankard of ale - the owner of which had fallen in to drunken sleep. The Yan-ti did not particularly enjoy the taste of ale, but a free drink was always to be enjoyed if you had a chance for it.
Ramius emptied the tankard with few sips and placed it back on the table while leaning over to the sleeping man and nudging his shoulder "You shouldn't fall asleep like that, neighbor." The man flinched awake and blinked his eyes. He let out a little yelp due to the piercing blue eyes that were staring at him from under a hood. "W-wha? Uh... Y-yeah... I Sh-shouldh be headin' back to m' lass already..." Ramius smiled surprisingly warmly to the man and nodded. "That you should, neighbor." He nodded to the man before again continuing onward to the bar.
His eyes caught a new sight - a brown haired woman, quite attractive by the Yan-ti's standards, a new face surely. Ramius hid his right arm under his cloak and made his way closer to the woman while making sure the hood of his cloak covered his head. "I'm surprised to see a new face in the Leaping Stag, what brings you to this fine establishment li'll miss?"</s> |
<|description|>Livet Spiritcutter
Race: Human
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Livet is a comely woman despite dwelling outside of the city. She has long brown hair, typically kept braided and coiled around her head to keep it out of her way. She has soft features and large hazel eyes. Livet stands at 5'3" and has a normal build, neither svelte nor bulky; she has no obvious muscle definition other than a taught stomach. Her skin is a delicate alabaster that does not seem to burn or tan in the sun, and displays no obvious scars. If seen without a shirt, colorful tattoos wind up her back and sides, depicting blooming flowers interlaced with diving birds and coiled snakes.
Clothing/Armor:
Although it was not uncommon for Livet to dress casually in luxurious robes in the comfort of her own home, she now wears more practical attire. She wears a textured navy blue shirt made of padded wool, long sleeved with gold piping and a high fitted collar, and a pair of plain navy blue wool trousers. A brown belt cuts across her waist. Livet wears high black boots, which go over her fitted trousers, and a heavy dark gray velvet cloak with a hood.
Weapons: Livet wields an ordinary shortsword. She keeps it sheathed at her right hip, the side opposite her dominant hand. It's attached to her plain belt.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, leaning toward good.
Skills/Abilities: * Shortsword Proficiency: She knows how to use her sword and has before, but her experience is limited.
* First Aid: With her kit, Livet can treat many different types of wounds/maladies. Having survived on her own for a while, she's grown into a skillful healer
* Hunting/Fishing: She has been taught to feed herself in the wilderness, and has for some time.
* Minor Herbology: Livet can recognize and utilize plants with alchemical properties in a forest or tundra environment. This is mostly to supplement her first aid kit.
* Climb: Where Livet grew up/resided there were many rock formations and cliffs. She can climb exceptionally well.
* Survival: She can make shelters, feed herself, and navigate out in the open. She knows how to get safe drinking water and how to keep herself clean and free from unwanted visitors. She can make fire. Livet has basic survival skills.
Magic:
Livet is a sorceress, a status she inherited from her mother. She can channel magic through her own innate ability. She has magical energy, which she expends and regains without physical repercussion aside from fatigue. This fatigue can escalate to losing consciousness, but thanks to being genetically built for such use she has never gotten physical injury from her exploits.
Livet's ability is specifically that of elemental manipulation. She can channel the elements in different ways of her choosing in varying degrees. She has been able to summon minor elementals in the past, but finds that she has trouble controlling them and avoids it in chaotic settings. Her 'elements' include fire, water/ice, earth, air, electricity, acid, and flora. Because her magic ability is natural, she is not limited to particular spells or spell archetypes. Whatever imagined use of her magic she concocts, she can try to materialize.
Livet is a novice sorceress. She can use her magic efficiently, but cannot produce large explosions, call major elementals, or cause other cataclysmic events. She can defend herself with it, but a degree of her success with it comes from the fact that it frightens her normal opponents.
Inventory: Livet carries a brown leather satchel across her abdomen that rest on her lower back inside her cape. Certain items are kept in pouches on her belt. * First Aid kit including several pouches of medicinal herbs, banadages ( 1 large, 1 medium, 2 small), tweezers, small mixing bowl, and a few long pieces of string.
* Water flask
* Three days of rations
* Blanket, kept coiled and strapped to her pack
* Skinning knife, strapped to her belt
* Sewing needle and thread
* Fishing line and three hooks
* A change of small clothes
* Wallet: 12 GP, 3 SP, 7 CP
Backstory:
Livet was born to a hermit of a man who resided in the wilderness south of Estermere. He was closer to other, smaller towns than the great city but whenever he had need it was there he traveled. He had lived there for many years since his youth thanks to his cynical world view. He had never grow tired if his isolation, but when a mysterious woman appeared in the forest near his home he gave her refuge eagerly. He assumed he had found someone like himself, but in reality he had just become enthralled by a sorceress. Isadora, as she called herself, moved into his home in the woods without hesitation. She never became a local menace, but rumors did exist about a witch in the woods in some of the nearby villages.
It was not long until Livet came along. The sorceress was incredibly pleased, knowing that a female child would carry on her lineage. However, the girl merely existed to Isadora as an extraction of herself, and when she didn't follow exactly in her footsteps, the enchantress no longer favored her. She dumped the child on the her father, and eventually disappeared before the girl's 8th winter. Her father tried hard with the girl, but Livet turned into a handful when she became able to channel magic. They grew distant, even though he cared for her basic needs and taught her how to do it herself. Their lives were peaceful until Livet's 16th winter.
Her mother came back, hoping to manipulate the girl into becoming her protege. Having realized long ago that her mother was evil, Livet wanted nothing to do with her plans. The child ended up having to flee her home after her mother tried to kill her. She went north, knowing her mother didn't like the cold. The girl kept moving, stopping in many small towns and villages but never staying long. Her end point was the great, populous city of Estermere. She hoped to disappear within the city's sturdy walls. She knew both the religion of the Light and the general distrust of magic mixed with her mother's flamboyant ways would be the best bet in keeping her safe. She has only just arrived in the city.
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<|message|>Ramius Kastagir
There had been so many homes, so many different lodgings and the occasional safe haven. Some had been damp and dark, unwelcoming and drab, some had reminded him of the old times, better days. Leaping Stag easily belonged to the small group of welcoming and safe places that he had seen over the years. He had seen hundreds of places like it, most of the welcoming ones in fair Faerún - a place he didn't miss nearly as much as he should have. The few people he had known were either dead or still trapped in horrible places with no hope of escape.
The Yan-ti shook his head as words pulled him away from his thoughts. "Could you tell the story about the dragon again?" The blue, slitted eyes opened a bit more, gleaming very slightly from the small shadow caused by the hood as he lifted his head to rest against the back wall on which he had been more or less sleeping against. Ramius seemed to ponder the question and forced a little smile to his thin lips as he examined the person who had asked the question - a youth of perhaps 17 summers, dark haired and eyes full of the joy of a simple life - the cloaked bard nodded his head ever so slightly. "Very well, but mind you there will not be much excitement since I'm sitting here telling the story to you." The boy nodded and waited patiently for the cloaked man to pry open a bottle of wine with his teeth.
"Years and years ago in a place called Faerún - a normal enough place with normal enough people it was as far as I can remember - there was a city called Neverwinter. For a time only misfortune happened to that city - none my doing, or so I hope... Though there was that one time with that noble, but that is a completely different story." Ramius paused to take a hefty gulp from his wine and scratched the burnmark like scales on his cheek. "Neverwinter and it's noble lord Nasher Alagondar one day had the most wondrous plan of hiring a sort of an adventurer's company. I somehow managed to end up becoming a member in the company and we were given our task. It seemed like an easy little job with a good pay. We were to find an old sculpture of sorts from a seemingly abandoned mine complex..."
The middle part of the story wasn't very exciting, but at the very least the storyteller kept it interesting. The group got to their destination without much of a hassle and began examining their surroundings. Every now and often Ramius took a sip of wine. Then he reached a part of the story where the group finally came face to face with a dragon. "...That's when we realized that we were not alone - at the back of the cavern slept a scaled being, nearly 200 feet long, with wings at least twice as wide. If we had all been wise we could have gotten out of there without any casualties, but no. There were untold riches down there with the hideous lizard and the more greedy of us were already eyeing around with that certain gleam of greed in their greedy eyes." Again the Yan-ti paused to take a sip of wine and now placed the empty bottle next to himself. "Some of us tried to dissuade them from touching the valuables - we were certain that the dragon would wake up and roast us where we stood..." He paused, glanced longingly at the empty bottle of wine and lifted his right hand slightly - showing the scales and scaleless fingers with the pointer finger extended towards the sky. "Give me a brief moment - I shall get myself something for these horrible symptoms of sore throat and then return to tell the rest of the story. Calmly the cloaked man stood up and disappeared inside the Leaping Stag.</s>
<|message|>Tirarian Smooth-Tongue
Tirarian sat in the corner of the yard, overlooking the motley crew. The Leaping Stag was one of the inns in the city that both was refined enough to attract the upper classes and yet cheap enough for the poor (well, probably not the poor poor). After a few drinks all of them would be toasting before forgetting it and going back to hating each other in the morning. But there was a fellow this place didn't attract often. Grey skin, slitted eyes and covered ears. She had seen him performing here and there, and she knew just what would satisfy her curiosity.
The Gnome lifted the brim of her hat up, and raised the flute to her lips. Tightening her lips into the appropriate embouchure, she thought to herself "Because if there's anything a bard loves to do, it's to tell other instrument players they can't play."
She started a steady song, hardly impressive. There was a distinct lack of other musicians out in the backyard and it wasn't hard to be heard at this distance from the bonfire.</s>
| <|message|>Livet Spiritcutter
I have made it to Estermere...
The silhouette of the great city had been growing on the horizon since high sun. Livet's sojourn from the south, the path of which had meandered all over the countryside, was nearing its intended completion. She knew that once she got to the city she would have some pivotal decisions to make, but she had confidence that even though it wouldn't be easy, she could somehow make some sort of hold there. She knew magic was not welcomed by those unaccustomed to its use (that was to say most people in general) and thought that the best way to hide herself was in the crowds of Estermere. Not only that, but she was curious about the city. Many rumors existed about the grander of Estermere in the surrounding country, some scandalous, some outrageous, some horrifying; most were undoubtedly just tales told by those with fierce imaginations. Livet had approached the imposing gates of the city with sweat on her brow at the same time the sun crossed the point halfway through its descent to the earth. Her exchange with the guard was awkward, but civil. She thanked him as he let her through.
Long shadows played on the cobbled streets as she hesitantly stepped past the threshold, the large apparatus behind her groaning as it sealed her inside. The guard had suggested the infamous Leaping Stag Inn. She hadn't much money left and didn't know the best way to go about getting more. She had thought about inquiring around the city to get employed as a serving maid or something of the like, but didn't want to be at the mercy of some perverted innkeeper. Her hand rested on the pouch containing her funds at her belt, the rumor of cut-purses one of the many thoughts clouding her mind. The city had a colorful crowd although it was small in the few final hours of the day. The sorceress set off at a brisk pace in the direction the guard had given her, keeping her hood up and worn cloak closed.
Hazel eyes roamed the picturesque expanse of the city, a sight she hadn't seen since she was a young girl. Colorful flags and tapestries waved in a slight breeze. The citizens she had the chance to observe were obviously preparing for the end of the day. To have to step around and through the obstacles of other hustling patrons, collapsing street carts and displays, and workers carrying odds and ends was something Livet had never experienced before. More than a few times she caused a collision after backing away from one in front of her. She had to ask for directions multiple times, and was relieved when she finally saw the Leaping Stag emerge from the cityscape. A weary smile appeared on her face. She didn't know if she had enough to cover a night, but if not she could inquire about a cheaper inn or maybe even if there was any work available.
As the young woman approached the door, a muffled roar could be heard from the street and got louder until she pushed open the door, and like a bubble popping, she could hear the sharp cacophony of the lively crowd inside the inn. Livet smiled; once she had adjusted to a more populace scene, she found she enjoyed the festive atmosphere. Her eyes widened as she stepped into the inn proper - it wasn't much larger than others she had visited, but there were so many more people! The room wasn't packed to the point in which no one could walk, but she could see through windows to the backyard that there were many more patrons than those who lingered inside. The air smelled of fresh cooking meat, and in here away from the more intoxicated of the bunch, lacked the subtle sour undertone of vomit. The sorceress swallowed hard; once she initiated conversation, she had no problem upholding it but had trouble getting to that point. Having been raised in semi-isolation, she still hadn't gotten completely over a few awkward tendencies.
Two pale hands came up and brought down her hood as she strode toward the bar. She wanted to ask the price of a room, though she doubted she had enough with what meager currency still rattled in her coin purse. As her hand touched the counter, her stomach growled, and she made a note to ask the price of a meal. Livet also wanted to inquire about any rumors of work going around, but she didn't know if it were better just to go to the guard and ask about bounties. She didn't know if it was a good idea to just put herself out like that; she hadn't much experience in a bigger city environment. She paused for a moment at the bar, not really sure how to proceed, avoiding getting the attention of a barkeep.</s> |
<|description|>Lexi Richardson
**Gender:** Female
**Age:** 16
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Occupation:** Student, fighter, nothing special.
**History:** 16 years old and stunning, Lexi has yet to find her prince … not that she is trying. Lexi always thought having a prince, riding up and saving the day, all for a helpless girl, was a stupid idea. She prefers stories where both the boys and girls fight and no one is waiting to be rescued. From the time she was small, Lexi was a fighter, stick fighting with her twin brother Max, running further and faster, climbing higher, swimming in the coldest waters, there was nothing she wouldn't do to prove she was strong. At the age of eight she started taking karate lessons, rising rather rapidly through the belts, although not as fast as she would like. At school her friends were all boys, no not boyfriends, friends who are boys. Growing up in a house with just her father and brother, Lexi always strove to prove she was capable and so acted a lot like a boy as well. Of course her aunt, a proper lady by all accounts, thought that Lexi was a disgrace, but when you only see some one once a month, who really cares what they think? That is Lexi's way of thinking anyway.
**Hobbies:** Singing. Karate. Sport. Reading.
**Family:**
Father: Angus Richardson
Twin brother: Maxi/Max/Maxwell Richardson
Aunt: Jennifer Richardson
**What are you?** A Friendly Wolf</s>
<|message|>Laura Julienne Fontana_
So my mother had killed me.
I was never blind to the fact that she thought I was an inconvenience, but that she hated my guts so much as to take my life? That took me by complete surprise.
Oh, I always suspected that Mother used something, just wasn't sure what was her poison of choice. There were many times in which, as a young child, Mother would be away for weeks. I wasn't concerned about it, since everyone assured me she was just away for 'charity-related business'. As I grew up (before I went away to boarding school in London, that is), I noticed that she had erratic behaviors in the few moments I saw her. I knew enough at the time to avoid her at times like that (I always tried to avoid her, anyway), and also to be sure that she didn't suffer from a mental disease. Her symptoms were consistent with drug abuse, not mental problems. Just as I was starting to fear for my safety, Father gave me the opportunity to leave for boarding school, and I jumped at the chance. Who knew that just when I was thinking she was clean, she would fall in the drug's clutches so deeply to savagely murder me with the bottled-up rage of years? Hell, at least Father had shown me some love in the few moments we spent together throughout my life.
I never thought I would die that way. Out of all the things that could've happened to me (contracting a disease/parasite for a foreign country in one of my trips, being abducted for money and killed afterwards, shot by a jealous wannabe, in an automobile/cruise/yacht/jet accident, etc.), it had been stupid Lurieth in her coke high.
On a positive note, Nathan had tried to save me. My sweet Nathan: always so serious, but with such a heart of gold. Why was I so blind to see that the man felt for me? I can picture him so clearly... Short black hair, tanned skin, a 6'5" toned body, and the kind, almond-shaped eyes that brightened when he saw me. Nathan was my loyal companion everywhere and anywhere, sometimes the only one I ever opened up to. He had seen up close why I had become the Ice Queen, but didn't judge me for it because he knew and was a witness that all of my good traits were hiding behind a wall of coldness I had placed to guard myself from further hurt. I had shared so many memories with Nathan, but there was one that has been branded into my memory like no other. I will never forget the feeling of his soft lips against mine in a final confession of his feelings for me. It makes my stomach fill with butterflies just at the thought of it.
I had one clear purpose in life if I ever had the chance to go back.
To let Nathan know that I felt exactly the same.</s>
<|message|>Lexi Richardson
Lexi blinked. But how could she have? There was no Lexi, there was no nothing. It was not dark, but nor was it light. It was both void and matter, neither hot nor cold. There was nothing, but also everything. And then from that nothing came a voice. This voice could not be heard, as there was no sound, and no Lexi to hear it, even if there was, and yet Lexi heard this sound. It was in her head, and all around her, and not there at all.
**_"Child?"_ **it will be called a voice, for that is what Lexi 'heard'.
**
_"Child, why are you here?"_** It was not one voice, but many all different, a harmony if you will. "I" Lexi stuttered, "where am I?"
_**"Nowhere."**_ Said some, _**"Everywhere."**_ Said others, before they all started saying things and drowning each other out. "Stop, stop, stop." Whimpered Lexi, but the noise just went on. And then, rising above the clamor, a bossy voice with a command, _"Shut UP!"_ All the voices fell silent at once. "What happened?" Lexi queried.
_
"You tell me."_ The bossy voice replied.
"I … I was walking … Max … then I was falling … there was a screeching … pain ……… Am I dead?"
_**"No"**_ all the voices replied in perfect unison.
"But I was hit by a car!"
_"You"_ stated the bossy voice, _"are not dead."_
"But…"
_"You, are not dead, but nor are you alive. Just as you are currently both nowhere and everywhere. You do not exist, but also you do."_ A firm voice, different to the bossy one.
"And who are you?"
_"I'm Contradiction"_
_"I'm Vice."_ Said a timid voice.
_"Lust"_ said another.
_
"Wrath"_ rasped a third, and that started the onslaught.
_"Greed, Sin, Faithlessness, Aggression, Gluttony, Hope, Knowledge, Envy, Dreams, Loneliness, Belief, Despise, Thought, Love, Sorrow, Truth, chaos."_ And so the list went on and on finally finishing with; _"And I'm Control."_ It was the bossy voice. _"We're what you might call demons."_
"But" Lexi managed, quite overwhelmed, "Aren't demons bad?"
_"No"_ Knowledge said matter of factly, _"Just as no human is perfect, neither is the soul, where 'demons' hide. We are, in essence, YOU."_
_"But, we are not YOUR demons."_ Truth stated.
_"We belong to…" _Control started, before Lexi cut across, "Max. You belong to Max. You feel like him."
_"Yes"_ Control was clearly put out, _"We are Max's demons and that's why you aren't dead."_
_"Not WHY,"_ another, possibly Thought, butted in, _"It's simply HOW we know you aren't dead. If you were dead, if you were well and truly dead, we wouldn't be here."_
_"No"_ Control took over again, _"We'd be back with Max, setting your lot free in the process." _
The voices had been fading slowly, getting fainter, and possibly further away, if that was even possible in this void of existence.
_"You won't remember this."_ Memory's voice, soft as silk.
_"Except, maybe in dreams."_ Fading voice of Dream.
And too faint to hear, but heard none the less, _**"Or if you ever come back"
**_</s>
<|message|>Maria (Mari) Rose Buxton_
Dark. It was dark. Maria felt herself drifting. Drifting? Somewhere a faint beeping was penetrating the nothingness. 'An alarm?' she thought. Though? How could she think. She was dead. Right? _PSSH...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...PSSH...BEEP..._ It was a steady rythm. A sudden tingling, soon burned inside her. Pain. Pain? But why did she hurt. She was dead, right? Her eyes fluttered slightly to blinding white light. A small groan of protest rumbled in her throat. How long had she been here? She needed to talk to her mom.
"Toni? Toni?!" a woman's voice sounded, frantic, yet, relieved at the same time. "W-who?" she groaned out. Her eyes opened widely at that. That voice. Just how badly messed up was she? She certainly didn't sound like a girl anymore. "Toni! It's me! It's Ma!" she said. She scrambled out of her seat to the door of the hospital room screaming for the nurse. 'Who in the hell is Toni?' Maria thought as she attempted to sit up. She was given an examination, and that's when she found out just how much she'd changed.
"Temporary amnesia set on by the trauma that was sustained," the doctor explained. "Toni will be ok, but will require some extensive physical therapy." The woman, 'Ma', sobbed. Maria just stared in confusion. She'd woken in a different body. A body that wasn't hers. "I-I was h-hit by, a bus!" she said in that gravely voice that was unnatural to her. "Just a dream," the doctors explained to her. They explained how she, no, Toni, was mugged and beaten within an inch of their life and how Toni was lucky to be alive. "No. I was hit by a bu-" but she was quickly cut off, told to get some more rest and that Toni would be home soon. Soon a sudden wave of exhaustion hit with the pain medicine they administered and she closed her eyes and fell back asleep.</s>
| <|message|>Lexi Richardson
Lexi rolled over, groaning. She was in bed. It was just a nightmare, a horrible, realistic nightmare. But something was wrong. The bed was too big, and too cold … And Max was gone. Since Aunt Jen had been there, Lexi had shared Max's bed; hers having been moved out for their Aunt. Lexi Hadn't wanted to give up her bed, but it was easier to get out the door. Max's bed smelled nice … That's what was wrong. Max's smell, it was gone. Lexi bolted upright, shocked. Staring round the highly decorated, gold encrusted, friggin' huge room, Lexi gasped; where the hell was she? This place looked like it could fit her entire house in the one room, and there were more branching off this one. The bed was huge too, almost the size of her and Max's room at home. Everything was either oversized, or seriously rich looking. Lexi dropped her head in her hands, _this wasn't happening. Was it?_ Car crash one second, waking up in this gilt encrusted room the next. _Oh hell._
"Mira?" a voice called out from the next room. "Time to get up, before the teachers come." A small, petite girl, with a short bob of gold hair, stuck her head round one of the doors. "Come on Mi…… what are you doing?" Lexi looked up, and just then noticed the long blond hair falling in front of her face. Touching it she gaped, "what is this?" A thought struck Lexi then. Forgetting, or maybe not caring, that someone else was there, she was Lexi after all, she leapt off the bed, ditched her, was this a nightgown? And started turning circles, attempting to she herself. Catching sight of a mirror Lexi hurried over, pulling up short, when she realized not only had her hair changed, she was now taller, thinner, sleeker, and, _oh for the love of god_, weaker.</s> |
<|description|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
**Age:** 20
**Sex:** Male
**Appearance:** (No FC, unfortunately :/)
Mitch is a tall (6'6"), lanky fellow with an amount of muscle more suited for track than bodybuilding. His skin is a warm olive, indicative of Acadian lineage (not necessarily sun exposure), with a few moles and a few patches of discoloured skin, birthmarks that look like the pigment is just missing. There is one such patch on his neck, spanning from the top of his right collarbone all the way up to his right jaw joint. The other is on his left hip, about the size of a large hand. His eyes are a dull grey and his hair is straight and jet black, long enough to cover his ears and fall over his eyebrows. His left eyebrow has a notch in it.
The most noticeable thing about him at present (aside from his height) would he the yellowish, fist-sized bruise on the left side of his face. It's healing.
**Personality:** Mitch is a protective, gentle giant, with a good sense of humour and a somewhat quiet demeanour. He has a habit of fading into the background, even though his height does tend to make him an eye magnet in an unfamiliar crowd. He's kind, tech savvy, and a good listener, valuing those who listen in return.
**Flame color:** Invisible
Mitch's flame's name is Llehctim (pronounced Lechteem, with a soft *ch* sound. Think German). It doesn't speak, other than the occasional quip in quiet, incomprehensible whispers, sounding as if they come from many different voices.
I'll probably be making little adjustments to this over the next few hours, I'll give a shout if anything big changes.</s>
<|message|>Momori Bestiary
Sav had been juggling a pack of crackers, another of cookies, and a half empty bag of sour candies in her arms when she heard Myles call out to her,
**"MA, can I get another beer?"**
She awkwardly turned toward the counter and dropped the snacks there, next to her beer, as she turned toward her steadily emptying fridge she called back to him, in mock anger,
"Myles I _swear_ if you pass out piss drunk I'll kick you off the bed and leave you there- I won't bother dragging your ass to the couch either." Empty threats, she adored him too much to be serious.
Sav opened the fridge and snatched up a beer. The beer was cheap, as it was the only thing she could afford on her current salary, and to make up for it she'd asked the others to bring their own alcohol if they wanted to. She never considered that someone would bring the hard stuff- like the vodka. She didn't know who brought it but by the sound of the game going on in the room over, she was sure Mercy had just downed some. That girl, she thought with a snicker, loved to be the center of the fun.
She bearhugged the snacks after tucking Myles' beer under an arm,
**"Here, I'll help you!"** Called Mitch as he walked in after her. Oh what a sweetie, she thought as she turned, ready to tell him not to bother. She'd noticed the bruise earlier when he'd first arrived and had been exceedingly sensitive to all of his actions. She knew he wouldn't appreciate her making a big deal of it- but it _bothered_ her. It bothered her so much that she had had to sneak off to the kitchen earlier to calm herself so she wouldn't cry. And that's when Daniel had called. She didn't know how exactly he found out that Mitch was at her place but she never cared to ask him. Instead, once she realized that he was drunk and probably wouldn't remember a word she'd said, she coaxed him off the phone and to forget. Regrettably she'd called him sweetie- upon reflex because she referred to everyone as that- and it vexed her that she hadn't told him off.
**"So, who was on the phone?"**
Fuuuuuck. Of all the phone calls to ask about, she thought as she nervously clutched at the food in her arms. She smiled, perhaps a little too forcibly, as she desperately tried to think of a vague answer. What would she tell him? She couldn't _lie_ to Mitch- it was Mitch, he knew her too well to buy any sort of lie. She shrugged and laughed nervously,
"I don't uh- I don't need help with anything! Thanks for asking~" she stalled just as Homer strode into the room.
_"Here, that looks pretty bad. Are you alright?"_
Bless you Homer. Sav took the opportunity to slink past them as Homer caught Mitch's attention. And at once she was stepping through the threshold of her room, brandishing the snacks,
"I come with gifts." She announced before handing over the snacks to the only two players left, Abigail and Mitch's sister, just as she caught the word 'sexy' being passed between them. Oh how scandalous. She snatched a cookie before turning to toss Myles his beer- she instantly regretted doing so- because who throws something at a drunk person and expect their hand-eye coordination to be on point?</s>
<|message|>Myles O'Malley
When Mitch conked him with the bottle he let out a "HhhheeEEEYYYY" and waved his arms erratically, trying to reach Mitch with grabby fingers. "THAT WAS RUDEEE." He slurred and pointed an accusatory finger at Mitch. He scooped up a discarded paper cup on the bed and whipped it at him, but it only floated back towards the ground. Myles huffed and adjusted his genie cap and stuck his tongue out at the door Mitch had exited.
Myles impatiently rolled about on Savrina's bed. His legs kicked up in the air and his arms flailed, the sense of shame having left his mind. "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA." He seemed to screech like a ten year old. His father-like demeanor was all but gone when he succumbed to liquor. When asked by Mercy, the hard smell of vodka on her breath, if he's the only person there. "Naw." He gurgled, pointing gesturing with an exaggerated motion to Abigail and Mimi, Homer having left.
He rolled over onto his stomach, resting his elbows on the bed and his chin in his hands. His eyes were wide, foggy from the beer, but awake. A grin was plastered on his face, created by a remark from Mimi. "YEAH, KISSSSS muah muah muah..." With his two hands he squeezed his cheeks together, making a fish/kissy face. He creepily licked his lips together, and in that moment the can of beer flew towards his head. With slowed senses and a bad reaction time already, the can squarely hit him in the face. Myles let out a groan and slipped to the floor face first.
He flailed again, not unconscious, just disoriented. "THAT HURT SAV." With two hands he held his bleeding nose, and rocked back and forth, eventually rolling all the way under the bed, screaming a "Fuuuuuuuckkkk!" as he rolled. Not to mention his head hit the bed frame when he did make his way under. Ouch.</s>
<|message|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
Mitch had to spare a glance toward Savarina's room as she meandered with her answer, cheers coming from inside. Had mercy *actually* done the dare? He raised his eyebrows, grinning and shaking his head. Well, there was at least one person in need of a drive home tonight, if she didn't crash there, as Myles almost definitely would. Especially with the state he was in, moaning and groaning like a child. Mitch had to laugh.
He had to look back to Sav as she finally answered, smiling just a little too widely with her armful of snacks.
**"I don't uh- I don't need help with anything! Thanks for asking~"** Came her awkward response. Mitch was prepared to just take some of the snacks from her, because that was the kind of thing he did, but suddenly a wild Homer appeared, and Sav used the distraction to make her escape. Mitch looked after her, a confused expression clearly displayed on his face. She wasn't one to just brush off a question, and she was obviously nervous. He hoped it wasn't anything serious, or at least something he could help with.
*"Hey, that looks pretty bad. Are you alright?"* Homer asked, offering a dishtowel filled with what Mitch figured was ice.
Mitch froze for a second, looking down into his drink. Well, he hadn't expected that everyone would just ignore the bruise on his face, but it had been going well enough. He had figured that if he never mentioned it, no one else would either, but within his group of friends, it wasn't a very realistic idea.
Putting on a small smile, he patted the shorter man's shoulder, out down his drink and accepted the ice, trying to brush it off as no big deal. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's healing." He said. *Isn't the first time,* he thought.
Picking up his drink once more, he pressed the ice gently to his bruise. It was a few days old, past the point where ice would help, but he had to at least act like it helped, in an effort to appease his friend. He was ready to make an excuse to return to the bedroom when one was made for him, in the form of several loud bumping sounds and Myles' subsequent complaints. Looking between Homer and the room, Mitch laughed and nudged him. "I think we're needed," he whispered, making his way to see what happened.</s>
<|message|>Homer Needleton
Mitch hesitated for a moment before he set down his drink. He smiled and patted Homer's shoulder and took the dishtowel from him, meanwhile Sav made a quick exit saying something about not needing any help. _Why do I get the feeling I was just used as a distraction_ Homer thought. **"Yeah, I'm fine, it's healing."** Mitch said as he put the ice on the bruise and picked up his drink.
Homer looked around awkwardly trying to think of something to say. Mitch wasn't a very good liar, but did Homer really have the right to call him out on it? He still hadn't told anyone that his aunt had thrown him out the house, and he wasn't really planning to do that any time soon.
Fortunately, a loud thud and some cursing from Myles gave them both a distraction. **"I think we're needed."** Mitch whispered and walked towards Sav's room to see what happened. Homer followed after his friend, shaking his head. "Can't we have one party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?" he asked.
Homer was still worried about Mitch, the bruise might have been no big deal, but he did know that he and Daniel had broken up recently. And Daniel didn't have the best temper. "Hey, Mitch you do know you can talk to us though. If something's bothering you I mean."</s>
<|message|>Abigail Lee
Abigail paled as Miriam whispered in her ear. Kiss Mercy? But she didn't see her in *that* way! And now Myles was making kissy noises, which definitely wasn't helping. Then again, she'd hoped for something fun, hadn't she?
Sav entered at that moment and Abigail sighed in relief. She had food; maybe she could prepare herself while the others were distracted. She was tossing snacks to them now, and Abigail was just about to grab a packet of crackers when Sav tossed a beer can at Myles. Before she could call out a warning to him, it hit him square in the face. Just before he slumped to the floor, she glimpsed blood on his nose and her eyes widened.
*"THAT HURT SAV"* Myles yelled as he flailed while holding his nose, which caused him to roll all the way under the bed, hitting his head on the bed frame with a loud *thunk*. Abigail winced. That had to hurt.
She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards the bed, peering under it. It was nearly pitch-black there; she wasn't sure exactly where he was.
"Myles?" She called out. "Are you okay?"</s>
| <|message|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
*"Can't we have party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?"* Homer asked.
Mitch laughed, gesturing to the room, where commotion was starting to stir. "Do you know who you're talking about?" he chuckled.
Homer's next comment made Mitch turn just as he was about to enter the room. He gave a little half smile. "I know, don't worry." It made him feel better that his friend was so concerned, and he didn't intend to keep his bad relationship with Daniel a secret forever (besides, they could probably guess) but he didn't want to ruin the party by making it about him. This was about getting together after a while apart, laughing at Myles, and basically acting like the teenagers they had been so recently before.
This in mind, Mitch returned to his spot by the dresser, however didn't sit. Instead, he put his drink and the makeshift ice pack on the dresser and knelt down to try and get a look under the bed from there, since Abigail had taken her spot by the bed. Turning his head almost upside down to look, he couldn't see anything; however, knowing that Myles could probably see him, he laughed and commented, "Smooth move, ladykiller." He had to wonder exactly *how* Myles managed to get under there, but maybe the slightly dented beer can on the floor nearby had a part in it.
Either way, Mitch righted himself and sat back against the dresser, looking to Miriam. She looked like she was having too much fun to be up to anything good. He hadn't been able to hear the dare she'd assigned Abigail, but he had a pretty good idea of what it entailed. He didn't mention it, but gave her a mockingly accusatory look, struggling to keep a straight face in the midst of all the ridiculous things going on. What a way to lighten the mood.</s> |
<|description|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
**Age:** 20
**Sex:** Male
**Appearance:** (No FC, unfortunately :/)
Mitch is a tall (6'6"), lanky fellow with an amount of muscle more suited for track than bodybuilding. His skin is a warm olive, indicative of Acadian lineage (not necessarily sun exposure), with a few moles and a few patches of discoloured skin, birthmarks that look like the pigment is just missing. There is one such patch on his neck, spanning from the top of his right collarbone all the way up to his right jaw joint. The other is on his left hip, about the size of a large hand. His eyes are a dull grey and his hair is straight and jet black, long enough to cover his ears and fall over his eyebrows. His left eyebrow has a notch in it.
The most noticeable thing about him at present (aside from his height) would he the yellowish, fist-sized bruise on the left side of his face. It's healing.
**Personality:** Mitch is a protective, gentle giant, with a good sense of humour and a somewhat quiet demeanour. He has a habit of fading into the background, even though his height does tend to make him an eye magnet in an unfamiliar crowd. He's kind, tech savvy, and a good listener, valuing those who listen in return.
**Flame color:** Invisible
Mitch's flame's name is Llehctim (pronounced Lechteem, with a soft *ch* sound. Think German). It doesn't speak, other than the occasional quip in quiet, incomprehensible whispers, sounding as if they come from many different voices.
I'll probably be making little adjustments to this over the next few hours, I'll give a shout if anything big changes.</s>
<|message|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
Mitch's expression fell a bit as Sav started to panic. Did she know something they didn't? Was there some horribly secret thing under her bed that she didn't want Myles finding? In any case, even drunk, it wasn't like Myles to be this cruel. His pranks never lasted any longer than a good joke, and he never went so far as to make anyone panic.
A edge to his tone, Mitch called, "C'mon Myles, this stopped being fu-"
Sav disappeared beneath the bed. And the rest of the room wasn't far behind.
Everything, even the light it seemed, was sucked down after Sav. Mitch was too shocked to scream; he wouldn't have had the breath to anyway. The rushing wind around him as he fell through inky blackness pulled the air away before he had a chance to breathe it, and the horrible suction felt as if it was drawing the air from his nose.
He stared around blindly in terror, feeling himself twist in midair, but he had no reference to tell in that direction. Panic welled in his chest as he felt himself spinning. He didn't hear anyone, or anything past the rushing in his ears.
Suddenly he heard nothing, and hit the ground.</s>
<|message|>Momori Bestiary
{Off in some nearby forest away from the others}
He sat at the base of one of the largest trees in the wood. Blanket pulled tightly about his narrow shoulders he looked up into its naked branches, annoyance clear in his expression. Scattered about his feet were huge feathers, cut by the sprouts of dark grass, all sporting dark but varied patterns. The usual accompanying fog joined him now, it slunk about his ankles and barely disturbed anything in its path. However now he failed to see anything three feet in front of him, which would be a problem with what he came here for. And so he stood, placed his hand on the tree bark, and called up into its branches,
"Sessil and Zambesia?"
"Hm? Do you hear that? A-" said Zambesia... Or maybe Sessil.
"-voice-" filled in the other.
"-yes a voice! Who must it be?"
"Or what must it be?"
"Oh yes! We should ask it-"
"-or them- what they want-"
"Or who they want."
"Indeed," and now this voice grew louder as it turned its focus down on him, "voice. Are you a what?"
"Or are you a who?"
"Voice is it a what that you want?
"Or a who that you seek?"
The boy at the base of the largest tree in the wood rolled his eyes almost to the back of his head.
"I am a who and I want to know about other... Who's."
The branches quaked,
"Ooh! Ooh! The who seeks other who's!" Shrieked one of the birds.
"Strayed from your who clan, I see." Observed the other.
"Who clam? How strange."
"Perhaps a who sham."
"Yeah yeah-" cut in the boy before this situation could get anymore out of hand, "Sam I am and all that- I came for a reason now hear me out!" He huffed up at them, his face growing red with agitation. He hated dealing with these birds- they were crazy and couldn't keep a conversation for long. But he tucked his agitation away for the moment, he needed to in order to get the information he came here for.
"Not too long ago the sky was-"
"Breached!" They interjected with a harsh squawk, "we know. And children fell from it, that we know, too."
The boys eyes widened and he clawed at the bark as he stood on his tippy-toes,
"So you saw where they fell!"
"We saw where they flew!" Cawed one of the birds, outraged it seemed.
"Mighty useless their feathers were." Warbled the other.
"Point! Point in the direction that they fell!" He cried, desperate to get away from their raving.
The branches shook again as the birds fidgeted. He could not exactly see them because of the fog but he could make out their silhouettes. They bobbed and fluffed out their feathers as they whispered to one another for a moment. Then one of them, he could not tell since their voices were so similar, hawked down at him,
"Head east!"
"I left my compass back home." He stated sarcastically.
"East is over there- or under there." Informed the first bird.
"Under where?" Asked the other.
"No not underwear!" Hissed the first.
"Perhaps then underwest-" began the second
"Under east or under west or under where- JUST TELL ME YOU CRAZY HAGS." He screamed, sick of pointless talk that only went in circles.
The birds fell silent again. The boy tugged at the blanket about his shoulders and huffed angrily for some time.
"No darling it isn't underwear- no need to shout."
"And how he babbles so!"
"Yes! Ranting and raving like mad!"
"Surely if only he'd stop his warbling he could listen to our directions."
"To where those children fell in the grove!"
"Yes the weeping hemlock grove! So impatient-"
"And stubborn!"
"Apologize you insolent child!"
But they sat alone- for the boy with the blanket tied about his shoulders had broken in to a run off toward the hemlock grove.
----
When Savrina Casablanca had come to she did not know where she was. Her head wrung with that same sensation of sitting up after having been hanging upside down for some time. And so she was slow to open her eyes or even move. Her other senses were slow to come to her, too - but she could hear pretty well. She heard the wind, which sounded more like a painful groan than wind, claw its way through the grass and trees around her. Was she in some park? There were no parks in her part of the city. Through her sluggish thoughts she believed for a moment that they had all gone out on a drive and perhaps had stopped in some park or something. She wanted to believe this but it felt wrong. And as she wondered, as feeling began to cut its way through her body, she heard something, somewhere far off. The groaning wind carried with it a weeping voice.
you are my sunshine my only sunshine
you make me h a p p y when skies are gray
It sighed, coming in seemingly from all directions. Savs fingers twitched and pain shot through them, up her arm. Her mother used to sing her that same song when she was a kid..
Oh you don't know dear how much I love thee
So please don't take my sunshine away
The pain was setting in steady now. Everything hurt- she'd fallen on her right side and her shoulder and head stung like crazy. The voice was nearer now and it belonged to a woman, that much she knew. She had to get up- everything hurt and she'd have rather stayed there but something was wrong- something felt so wrong. With a great effort she shifted on to her back- her right shoulder seared in protest.
the other night dear
While you were sleeping
I thought
I
held
you
in
my arms
The woman was so close now and, if it weren't for her heaving sobs, Sav would've felt comforted. She'd loved this song when she was younger. But this woman was singing it all wrong- she wasn't singing a song of dreams. Sav opened her eyes and looked around- the world swam for a bit before shifting in to focus. A nasty fog was creeping around her and made it hard to see much- but she confirmed that she was in some forest. The trees were bare and their branches were gnarled- but she saw not much else. With a painful gasp she sat up and squinted about. She saw her friends where they lay and for a moment she was so relieved. But the woman was not done.
But when I w o k e u p
I was mistaken
Because you'd
Hung
Your head
And d i e d
Something dashed passed some trees near her and disappeared into the fog. Sav found herself struggling to breathe. That's not how the song went- no no not at all. Where was she? What kind of sick joke was this? She was sure someone had played some joke on them- and suddenly she remembered Myles.
Her memories flooded back in and clarified the whole situation for her. She scrambled to her hands and knees,
"Myles? M-Mitch?" She staggered to her feet and limped to a nearby tree to support herself, her knee felt asleep. Her eyes desperately scanned her friends,
"Homer- wake up! Abie?" She hugged the tree and winced, she pulled away and saw that the bark was charred. A forest fire must have passed through here recently. Sav nervously looked around- where were they? The woman had not sung in a while- but were they safe?</s>
<|message|>Miriam "Mimi" Garmen
It figured. Miriam had wanted something interesting to happen, after all, and here they were... Wherever they were. Sucked under a bed and dropped straight into fucking Wonderland. But, like, the dark part of Wonderland, where the Jabberwock and the frumious Bandersnatch lived.
Something about being newly reborn in the form of painted wood allowed her to remain conscious after she hit the ground, but a fat load of good that did her. Missing leg, her brother and his friends still knocked out (or dead!) on the ground, there was nothing she could do except drag herself to a tree and rest against it. Luckily, both of her arms were still connected. "What a weird thing to be thankful for," she thought. "Why am I not more scared? I mean, the whole falling under the bed thing was scary, but I seem to be fine now... Missing a leg, but whatever. Not dead. Hmm... Maybe it's the vodka."
She ruled out hallucination pretty quick. Mimi had been on several different sorts of hallucinogens before, and this felt very different. Everything had a very dreamlike quality, the fog, the weird trees, the impossible hourglass in the sky... But it was SO real. Her fingers were segmented and wooden, for Christ's sake! It was just when she decided to start crawling across the ground to check on the others that she heard Savrina crying out. She was close, just beyond the fog.
"Savrina? -cough- (her throat was weirdly dry) Over here, Savrina! I need your help, dear! -cough cough- Thank God someone else is awake... Don't freak out, but my leg broke off when I landed, and I don't think I'll be going very far with just the one.
"Could you, um... Poke around a little? I'm sure it hasn't gotten far. Is anyone else awake?"</s>
| <|message|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
Mitch's first sensation upon waking was a surreal feeling of floating. It brought with it a considerable wave of nausea, forcing a moan from him and making him curl into a ball. He cupped his hands over his face, holding his breath through the nausea and taking stock of his body. It didn't feel like anything was broken, but each breath made him wince, and his entire body was very sore. He could wiggle his toes, nothing broken... But he didn't expect to be any colour but black and blue after the impact. He didn't even have the heart to consider why he wasn't dead.
Eerie singing made him open his eyes, squinting around painfully as even the ambient light in the fog felt too bright for him to handle. He brought a hand up to absently touch his old bruise-
And froze.
His hand was all wrong. The colour was way off - his skin was a dark grey, like a picture in negative colour, and then converted to lack and white. Upon further inspection, his entire body looked like this, even down to the locks of hair in his eyes, nearly glowing white where black hair should have been. The most disturbing aspect, however, was that no matter what part he looked at, he could see right through to the ground around him. Like looking through swirling smoke.
Mitch stumbled to his feet, patting himself up and down and pacing. He felt like he was totally solid to his own hands, but he somehow lacked the weight he was used to. There was almost no pressure beneath his feet, and he felt nearly weightless. The memory of his costume at Savarina's party came to mind; he'd half-assedly thrown together a bedsheet with 'Boo' written on the front as a ghost costume. He'd also taken it off about half an hour into the party. But that couldn't possibly affect him now, could it? And where the hell was he anyway?
His thoughts were interrupted by some desperate calls. It was Sav's voice, somewhere in the mist. Thank God, he'd thought he was alone here.
"Sav!" He called, running toward her voice, "Is anyone else awake?"
Another voice sounded, this one unmistakeable. "Miriam?!" He called, changing course to find her. He lost his balance and fell, catching himself on his hands and knees. The weightless feeling was messing with him. He felt like he'd just gotten off a trampoline, but somehow in reverse.</s> |
<|description|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
**Age:** 20
**Sex:** Male
**Appearance:** (No FC, unfortunately :/)
Mitch is a tall (6'6"), lanky fellow with an amount of muscle more suited for track than bodybuilding. His skin is a warm olive, indicative of Acadian lineage (not necessarily sun exposure), with a few moles and a few patches of discoloured skin, birthmarks that look like the pigment is just missing. There is one such patch on his neck, spanning from the top of his right collarbone all the way up to his right jaw joint. The other is on his left hip, about the size of a large hand. His eyes are a dull grey and his hair is straight and jet black, long enough to cover his ears and fall over his eyebrows. His left eyebrow has a notch in it.
The most noticeable thing about him at present (aside from his height) would he the yellowish, fist-sized bruise on the left side of his face. It's healing.
**Personality:** Mitch is a protective, gentle giant, with a good sense of humour and a somewhat quiet demeanour. He has a habit of fading into the background, even though his height does tend to make him an eye magnet in an unfamiliar crowd. He's kind, tech savvy, and a good listener, valuing those who listen in return.
**Flame color:** Invisible
Mitch's flame's name is Llehctim (pronounced Lechteem, with a soft *ch* sound. Think German). It doesn't speak, other than the occasional quip in quiet, incomprehensible whispers, sounding as if they come from many different voices.
I'll probably be making little adjustments to this over the next few hours, I'll give a shout if anything big changes.</s>
<|message|>Homer Needleton
"… unshine, my only…"
"… the other ni…"
"… died,"
What was that Homer wondered? Was someone singing? He kept drifting in and out so he couldn't understand what he was hearing. Everything hurt, but considering how far they fell it was lucky he was still alive. How far had they fallen exactly? Just what had happened? Nothing made sense, and the pounding in his head didn't help.
"…omer- wake up." Wait, was that Sav? What had happened to her, to the others? Homer slowly pulled himself up. He heard another voice nearby. It sounded raspy and dry, but he thought it might've been Miriam. Then another, definitely Mitch's this time.
Well, everyone's alive at least. Homer thought, but the he looked around again. He couldn't see much, but they were definitely short one. He pulled himself up and limped over to where he heard Sav calling. "Hey," he asked as he leaned against a tree. "Where's Myles?</s>
<|message|>Abigail Lee
The first thing Abigail noticed was that she'd landed on her front. She could taste blood in her mouth and her tongue hurt, though it seemed to be in one piece as far as she could tell. She could feel all her limbs, though she almost wished she didn't; there was a dull throbbing pain throughout her arms and legs and *something* in her back felt broken, though she could move her legs fine. Although they screamed in protest, she managed to sit up and look around. Everyone else was there, but what about Myles and Mimi?
Savrina called her name in front of her- did her ears just *move?*. "I'm here Sav," she called as she moved her hands to her head. "What's going on?"
Her ears had moved, all right. They had moved to the top of her head. And they felt different too, cone-shaped...
*Sav had thrown a Halloween party. They'd shown up in costume.*
She looked down at herself. Her hands had been replaced with paws covered in black fur. Claws extended almost as soon as she wondered if she could, and retracted when she willed them to. If she was right about what had happened, she probably had a tail now, likely broken from the fall, but that would be it. The rest of her looked human as far as she could tell, so she wasn't ruling that theory out.
"Savrina?" Miriam called. Abigail concentrated and her ears rotated towards the sound. She was somewhere beyond the fog, to Abigail's left. She was coughing a lot, and Abigail frowned. An injury from the fall? She really hoped not. "Over here, Savrina! I need your help, dear! Thank God someone else is awake... Don't freak out, but my leg broke off when I landed, and I don't think I'll be going very far with just the one. Could you, um... Poke around a little? I'm sure it hasn't gotten far. Is anyone else awake?"
Abigail stiffened. Miriam had come as a doll, and not one of those soft ones either.
"I'm awake!" She yelled in her direction. She almost asked if Miriam was alright but stopped herself. "I'll help look for your leg." She set off in the direction Miriam's voice had come from, hoping to find her leg somewhere nearby.</s>
<|message|>Momori Bestiary
The others were coming to now and she placed a hand over her mouth to stop from crying. They were alive but they were different. Miriam had called out to her but before she could reply Abie had offered to help find her leg... Find her leg. This was insanity- and were those cat ears that she saw on Abie's head? No, no- she was wearing cat ears at the party- christ they just moved. What was going on...
"Hey- where's Myles?"
Sav turned her teary eyes to look at Homer,
"I have no i-" she stepped back and stared at him. More specifically she stared at his head and the lack of a neck under it. She babbled at first, forgetting her knee as she stepped away from the tree. Shakily she raised a hand and pointed at his neck,
"Homer..." She breathed, finally. His head was... Detached from his body. But how was that possible- how was he not dead. How were any of them not dead?! Or... Or perhaps they all were. Or at least high. But that couldn't be possible. Then again she didn't exactly like the alternative, either.
The restless bird of panic began to stir in her chest.
_____
The boy with the blanket about his shoulders watched them from the safety of the brambles for a moment, undetected and unsure. He noted that their group was, at the moment, disoriented- which he understood and sympathized with. They looked pretty beaten up, too.
"But of all the places to land.." He mumbled to himself as he looked about wearily. If his memory served him right the hemlock grove was home to-
Just then on the opposite side of the clearing a warning howling pierced through the fog. The boy stood from his hiding place and screamed,
"RUN- RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!"
He hadn't even finished his warning when the brambles on the opposite side of the clearing exploded. A pack of hounds bounded into the clearing- seemingly stitched and patched in different tones of color. They were massive dogs- sized more like wolves. They paused and snarled at the group, exposing literal needle teeth, jammed crudely through their muzzles and trailing thread, giving the appearance of whiskers.
With a quick motion he produced from his belt a slingshot and began to shoot at the hounds. One was shot straight through the skull- strings of red fabric shooting out of the back of its head. It screeched in pain before falling dead.
Enraged the others bounded over their fallen brother and ran at the rest of the group, blinded with bloodlust.</s>
<|message|>Myles O'Malley
Myles shifted in his cot, weary from the work he had done the day before. Piper, the girl, had allowed him to stay at her farm in return for caring for the Sheep, the weird faced sheep, and helping with her vegetable garden, among another household chores. Eventually he would try to find a way back home. Now, his muscles ached from digging some weird thing Lil Bo Piper requested.
"Wakey wakey, or your legs will break-ey!"
Myles was slowly growing used to the twisted versions of expressions that were apparently common in the "Maire". He rolled out of the cot, swinging his legs over and placing his feet on the floor... Or, well, trying to. What he also had to get used to was that his feet never seemed to touch the ground. Like he was forever floating. What really made it amusing was how it perfectly went with his halloween getup: a genie costume.
"Okay Piper, one se--"
"MYLES COME QUICK!" She suddenly screeched from the next room, and Myles heard the rickety front door slam. He completely flew out of the bed then, tripping on his bedsheets (thankfully he could only "faceplant" inches from the ground) before he got up and darted out to meet Piper. "What? What?!?"
Piper outstretched he staff towards the woods, not far from where he had fallen days ago. "Do you hear that? Woolves!"
"Wolves?"
"No, nooooo. Wool-ves!" Piper said, emphasizing the "ul" sound as she waved her staff dramatically.
"Okay, okay, what's the problem?" Myles rubbed the back of his head, somewhat uninterested.
Piper clutched her staff. "What if they eat my bebbes! Myles, please go drive them away... Take this!" Piper shoved her staff at him. "A few knocks to the head should do it.. It's probably just two.. Well i hope it's two."
Myles put on an exasperated face. "Aaaand what if it's not?"
She put a hand on his shoulder. "It was really nice knowing you buddy."
"But I don't wannaaaa!" Myles whined, but Piper shoved him. "GET T' STEPPIN' BOY."
With a small huff, Myles strode over then hopped the mangled wooden fence. It was slightly unnerving when he couldn't hear twigs and grass crunching underfoot. Myles tried to look cool and twirl the staff, but it really just ended up hitting him in the face. He was rubbing his chin when he finally heard the snarls and growls in the clearing in front of him. Myles twirled the staff another time before stabbing it into the ground and mumbling "you shall not pass". He really didn't want to do this. Like, really didn't.
Reluctantly, he parted some morbid looking fauna with the staff, and peered into the clearing. He saw a group of people around his age surrounded by malicious, drooling 'woolves'. One was already dispatched, surrounded by a swatch of scarlet. Myles grimaced. He wasn't the best guy, but that didn't mean he would let these people die... Or maybe... He could..?
No, no, he shouldn't. So, with a strangled battle cry, he waved the staff above his head, his genie hat bouncing as he bobbled along, running on air. The woolves looked at him, bemused expressions seeming to cross their ugly faces, before returning to frothing, sneering looks. They crept forward, ready to avenge their fallen comrade.
"A little help here people.." He called to the group, but then trailed off. "Wait, Homer? Sav? Guys? Is that you?" He threw his staff on the ground, incredulous. "Where the fuck have you been? It's been three fucking days." He held up a shaky three fingers. His hands raised in alarm as one of the woolves snapped its jaws in his direction. Myles winced. "How about we just talk later."</s>
| <|message|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
Mitch collected himself for a moment as the nausea caused by the uprooting of his balance system passed. He noticed that he couldn't really feel the ground. Upon closer inspection, it was because he wasn't touching it; he was hovering a few centimetres off the ground. No wonder walking felt odd. He tried to push the oddities from his mind for the time being, deciding to freak out about it later. Right now, he had higher priorities, like finding his sister and friends.
"Mimi!" he called again, watching as the fog slowly cleared. He could see the silhouettes of gnarled and twisted trees, and beneath one of them, a female shape. "Mimi?" he called, picking himself up and starting toward her.
"RUN- RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN!"
Mitch heard the voice half a second before a small projectile whizzed past his head, straight through that of a formidable wolf-thing, looking like it was a crude doll made by a blind and slightly psychotic person. It went down in a flurry of red thread, and almost immediately, more came over its body, snarling with mouthfuls of needles.
Mitch didn't need to wait around to get going. He took off with unsteady legs in his sister's direction. The wolf things seemed to be coming from the forest, but he at least had to get her out of there, especially since she was complaining about a missing fucking leg which seemed to be priority one.
Thankfully, he came across what looked like an oversized wooden doll leg, laying slightly hidden in some moss. He slowed to stoop and pick it up, expecting to grab it and continue. What happened, though, was that his hand just dissipated into smoke, rearranging itself into a hand shape once it had passed around the leg. "The fuck?!" he exclaimed, falling to his knees to try again. But try as he might, he couldn't get the damn thing off the ground, or even close his hands around it. Hell, he didn't even feel it there. It was like waving his hand through air.
Panic welling, he desperately looked around for someone else as the hounds closed in further. Nearby was Myles, looking distraught and talking to someone who's head didn't come all the way to his shoulders. "Guys, help me!" he called, looking around and fruitlessly struggling with the leg.</s> |
<|description|>Homer Needleton
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Appearance: Homer is average size about 5'10 and 150 lbs. He is not very athletic, but he is not terribly out of shape either. He wears a black long sleeve shirt and blue jeans with grey tennis shoes. He has short black hair and grey eyes that are covered by a pair of glasses.
Personality: Homer is a bit of an introvert, he's happy spending time alone and reading or writing. That said, he does enjoy the company of his friends and even if he doesn't always take part in conversations he is always listening and willing to give his view. Homer has trouble making decisions and dislikes being pressured, he is more than happy to let someone else lead and follow them. Homer also hates to leave something unfinished and believes that if he makes a promise to someone he has to keep it.
Flame color: Yellow</s>
<|message|>Homer Needleton
Homer had finally excused himself from the game of Truth or Dare. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten dragged into it, those kind of games weren't really his style. He winced when he saw Mitch walk past him going in to the kitchen, the bruise on his friend's face greatly bothered him.
It was odd for Homer to think how close he had become with Mitch over the years. At first he was uncomfortable around him, being raised in a homophobic home tends to have that effect on people. But after he got to know Mitch he stopped caring what his aunt how told him about "those people", Mitch was a great guy and one of his best friends and seeing him hurt really upset him.
Homer finished his bottle of water and walked into the kitchen as well. While Mitch was putting some bottles in the sink and Savarina was looking through the cupboard, Homer wrapped some ice in a dishtowel and handed it to Mitch who was talking to Sav. "Here, that looks pretty bad. Are you alright?"</s>
<|message|>Mercy Alicia Thomas
Mercy chugged down a tall glass of vodka in one gulp. And she breath out trying to rid her throat of the burning sensation of drinking vodka straight of the bottle. "Ha! I won that dare!" She said in a booming voice, sounding a bit buzzed. "I'm going now before I win all the bets." She said confidently with a wink, her steps were clumsy but she could still think clearly, somewhat anyways.
She wanted to see her friends again, and she came willingly even if she avoids parties due to it not being her thing but she still came only to have fun for one night and get her mind off school work for a night. She came to this party with one of her best friends, Abigail. A nice but quite girl. People sometimes wonder how two are such good friends since Mercy is so assertive and loud while Abigail is quiet and well behaved. But she herself wonders too, but it a nice friendship, Mercy is protective of the younger girl, but she hopes she not to over bearing.
She arrived to Savrina's room. He only seen Myles who she heard screaming down the hall. She leaned on the door with her light brown hued arms across her chest in a mock serious manner. "Hey Pa, is it just you in here?" She asked Myles.</s>
<|message|>Abigail Lee
Abigail cheered as Mercy downed the last of the vodka. She'd been doubtful at first; vodka was a strong drink and the glass was rather big. Part of her hoped that Mercy would refuse the dare, but she knew that her best friend would never do such a thing. Besides, they were all friends here, so it wasn't like she was in danger or anything. Plus, finishing all that in one go was pretty impressive.
*"Ha! I won that dare!"* Mercy yelled. *"I'm going now before I win all the bets."* She stumbled off as she said this, and Abigail leaned forward worriedly, but she seemed to be fine. Mercy always looked out for her normally, and she felt like she should return the favour. That was what friends did, right?
Since Homer had left earlier, it was Abigail's turn next. Doing a dare might be fun, but truth would be easier... The others were looking at her now, and she quickly made her decision.
"I'll do a dare," she said before she could change her mind. She smiled brightly. "So, what've you got for me?"</s>
<|message|>Miriam "Mimi" Garmen
The Truth or Dare game wasn't going as well as Mimi had hoped. She usually considered herself a queen of ToD, but this was a very different crowd from the people she usually hung out with. Most of the time, at her kinds of parties, Truth or Dare would almost immediately devolve into a series of ridiculous sex acts... Mitch's friends were positively boring, in comparison. Well, okay, maybe that wasn't fair. The dares had been hardcore enough to get most of the group to chicken out, and that had to count for something.
_Wow_, that Mercy chick was made of some pretty stern stuff. Mimi had filled that damn glass to the brim! Now it was just her and the young one left, though. What was her name? Abigail, that was it. She wanted a dare, and Mimi had one for her instantly. She had noticed throughout the night how Abigail and Mercy seemed very close; maybe, just _maybe_ they were close enough for something fun to happen, if she pushed it along. For a "party" where everyone was drinking, there hadn't been much in the way of _raunch_ that night...
"Well, I think it's time to change that," she thought to herself, with a small, mischievous grin. Stretching out her arm to pull Abigail close, she half-whispered in the girl's ear: _"I dare you to go over there and give Mercy a big, sexy kiss, right on the lips!"_
She couldn't help but giggle. It was childish, but she'd be damned if the whole night went by without _somebody_ doing something sexy to somebody else!</s>
<|message|>Momori Bestiary
Sav had been juggling a pack of crackers, another of cookies, and a half empty bag of sour candies in her arms when she heard Myles call out to her,
**"MA, can I get another beer?"**
She awkwardly turned toward the counter and dropped the snacks there, next to her beer, as she turned toward her steadily emptying fridge she called back to him, in mock anger,
"Myles I _swear_ if you pass out piss drunk I'll kick you off the bed and leave you there- I won't bother dragging your ass to the couch either." Empty threats, she adored him too much to be serious.
Sav opened the fridge and snatched up a beer. The beer was cheap, as it was the only thing she could afford on her current salary, and to make up for it she'd asked the others to bring their own alcohol if they wanted to. She never considered that someone would bring the hard stuff- like the vodka. She didn't know who brought it but by the sound of the game going on in the room over, she was sure Mercy had just downed some. That girl, she thought with a snicker, loved to be the center of the fun.
She bearhugged the snacks after tucking Myles' beer under an arm,
**"Here, I'll help you!"** Called Mitch as he walked in after her. Oh what a sweetie, she thought as she turned, ready to tell him not to bother. She'd noticed the bruise earlier when he'd first arrived and had been exceedingly sensitive to all of his actions. She knew he wouldn't appreciate her making a big deal of it- but it _bothered_ her. It bothered her so much that she had had to sneak off to the kitchen earlier to calm herself so she wouldn't cry. And that's when Daniel had called. She didn't know how exactly he found out that Mitch was at her place but she never cared to ask him. Instead, once she realized that he was drunk and probably wouldn't remember a word she'd said, she coaxed him off the phone and to forget. Regrettably she'd called him sweetie- upon reflex because she referred to everyone as that- and it vexed her that she hadn't told him off.
**"So, who was on the phone?"**
Fuuuuuck. Of all the phone calls to ask about, she thought as she nervously clutched at the food in her arms. She smiled, perhaps a little too forcibly, as she desperately tried to think of a vague answer. What would she tell him? She couldn't _lie_ to Mitch- it was Mitch, he knew her too well to buy any sort of lie. She shrugged and laughed nervously,
"I don't uh- I don't need help with anything! Thanks for asking~" she stalled just as Homer strode into the room.
_"Here, that looks pretty bad. Are you alright?"_
Bless you Homer. Sav took the opportunity to slink past them as Homer caught Mitch's attention. And at once she was stepping through the threshold of her room, brandishing the snacks,
"I come with gifts." She announced before handing over the snacks to the only two players left, Abigail and Mitch's sister, just as she caught the word 'sexy' being passed between them. Oh how scandalous. She snatched a cookie before turning to toss Myles his beer- she instantly regretted doing so- because who throws something at a drunk person and expect their hand-eye coordination to be on point?</s>
<|message|>Myles O'Malley
When Mitch conked him with the bottle he let out a "HhhheeEEEYYYY" and waved his arms erratically, trying to reach Mitch with grabby fingers. "THAT WAS RUDEEE." He slurred and pointed an accusatory finger at Mitch. He scooped up a discarded paper cup on the bed and whipped it at him, but it only floated back towards the ground. Myles huffed and adjusted his genie cap and stuck his tongue out at the door Mitch had exited.
Myles impatiently rolled about on Savrina's bed. His legs kicked up in the air and his arms flailed, the sense of shame having left his mind. "MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA." He seemed to screech like a ten year old. His father-like demeanor was all but gone when he succumbed to liquor. When asked by Mercy, the hard smell of vodka on her breath, if he's the only person there. "Naw." He gurgled, pointing gesturing with an exaggerated motion to Abigail and Mimi, Homer having left.
He rolled over onto his stomach, resting his elbows on the bed and his chin in his hands. His eyes were wide, foggy from the beer, but awake. A grin was plastered on his face, created by a remark from Mimi. "YEAH, KISSSSS muah muah muah..." With his two hands he squeezed his cheeks together, making a fish/kissy face. He creepily licked his lips together, and in that moment the can of beer flew towards his head. With slowed senses and a bad reaction time already, the can squarely hit him in the face. Myles let out a groan and slipped to the floor face first.
He flailed again, not unconscious, just disoriented. "THAT HURT SAV." With two hands he held his bleeding nose, and rocked back and forth, eventually rolling all the way under the bed, screaming a "Fuuuuuuuckkkk!" as he rolled. Not to mention his head hit the bed frame when he did make his way under. Ouch.</s>
<|message|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
Mitch had to spare a glance toward Savarina's room as she meandered with her answer, cheers coming from inside. Had mercy *actually* done the dare? He raised his eyebrows, grinning and shaking his head. Well, there was at least one person in need of a drive home tonight, if she didn't crash there, as Myles almost definitely would. Especially with the state he was in, moaning and groaning like a child. Mitch had to laugh.
He had to look back to Sav as she finally answered, smiling just a little too widely with her armful of snacks.
**"I don't uh- I don't need help with anything! Thanks for asking~"** Came her awkward response. Mitch was prepared to just take some of the snacks from her, because that was the kind of thing he did, but suddenly a wild Homer appeared, and Sav used the distraction to make her escape. Mitch looked after her, a confused expression clearly displayed on his face. She wasn't one to just brush off a question, and she was obviously nervous. He hoped it wasn't anything serious, or at least something he could help with.
*"Hey, that looks pretty bad. Are you alright?"* Homer asked, offering a dishtowel filled with what Mitch figured was ice.
Mitch froze for a second, looking down into his drink. Well, he hadn't expected that everyone would just ignore the bruise on his face, but it had been going well enough. He had figured that if he never mentioned it, no one else would either, but within his group of friends, it wasn't a very realistic idea.
Putting on a small smile, he patted the shorter man's shoulder, out down his drink and accepted the ice, trying to brush it off as no big deal. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's healing." He said. *Isn't the first time,* he thought.
Picking up his drink once more, he pressed the ice gently to his bruise. It was a few days old, past the point where ice would help, but he had to at least act like it helped, in an effort to appease his friend. He was ready to make an excuse to return to the bedroom when one was made for him, in the form of several loud bumping sounds and Myles' subsequent complaints. Looking between Homer and the room, Mitch laughed and nudged him. "I think we're needed," he whispered, making his way to see what happened.</s>
| <|message|>Homer Needleton
Mitch hesitated for a moment before he set down his drink. He smiled and patted Homer's shoulder and took the dishtowel from him, meanwhile Sav made a quick exit saying something about not needing any help. _Why do I get the feeling I was just used as a distraction_ Homer thought. **"Yeah, I'm fine, it's healing."** Mitch said as he put the ice on the bruise and picked up his drink.
Homer looked around awkwardly trying to think of something to say. Mitch wasn't a very good liar, but did Homer really have the right to call him out on it? He still hadn't told anyone that his aunt had thrown him out the house, and he wasn't really planning to do that any time soon.
Fortunately, a loud thud and some cursing from Myles gave them both a distraction. **"I think we're needed."** Mitch whispered and walked towards Sav's room to see what happened. Homer followed after his friend, shaking his head. "Can't we have one party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?" he asked.
Homer was still worried about Mitch, the bruise might have been no big deal, but he did know that he and Daniel had broken up recently. And Daniel didn't have the best temper. "Hey, Mitch you do know you can talk to us though. If something's bothering you I mean."</s> |
<|description|>Homer Needleton
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Appearance: Homer is average size about 5'10 and 150 lbs. He is not very athletic, but he is not terribly out of shape either. He wears a black long sleeve shirt and blue jeans with grey tennis shoes. He has short black hair and grey eyes that are covered by a pair of glasses.
Personality: Homer is a bit of an introvert, he's happy spending time alone and reading or writing. That said, he does enjoy the company of his friends and even if he doesn't always take part in conversations he is always listening and willing to give his view. Homer has trouble making decisions and dislikes being pressured, he is more than happy to let someone else lead and follow them. Homer also hates to leave something unfinished and believes that if he makes a promise to someone he has to keep it.
Flame color: Yellow</s>
<|message|>Homer Needleton
Mitch hesitated for a moment before he set down his drink. He smiled and patted Homer's shoulder and took the dishtowel from him, meanwhile Sav made a quick exit saying something about not needing any help. _Why do I get the feeling I was just used as a distraction_ Homer thought. **"Yeah, I'm fine, it's healing."** Mitch said as he put the ice on the bruise and picked up his drink.
Homer looked around awkwardly trying to think of something to say. Mitch wasn't a very good liar, but did Homer really have the right to call him out on it? He still hadn't told anyone that his aunt had thrown him out the house, and he wasn't really planning to do that any time soon.
Fortunately, a loud thud and some cursing from Myles gave them both a distraction. **"I think we're needed."** Mitch whispered and walked towards Sav's room to see what happened. Homer followed after his friend, shaking his head. "Can't we have one party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?" he asked.
Homer was still worried about Mitch, the bruise might have been no big deal, but he did know that he and Daniel had broken up recently. And Daniel didn't have the best temper. "Hey, Mitch you do know you can talk to us though. If something's bothering you I mean."</s>
<|message|>Abigail Lee
Abigail paled as Miriam whispered in her ear. Kiss Mercy? But she didn't see her in *that* way! And now Myles was making kissy noises, which definitely wasn't helping. Then again, she'd hoped for something fun, hadn't she?
Sav entered at that moment and Abigail sighed in relief. She had food; maybe she could prepare herself while the others were distracted. She was tossing snacks to them now, and Abigail was just about to grab a packet of crackers when Sav tossed a beer can at Myles. Before she could call out a warning to him, it hit him square in the face. Just before he slumped to the floor, she glimpsed blood on his nose and her eyes widened.
*"THAT HURT SAV"* Myles yelled as he flailed while holding his nose, which caused him to roll all the way under the bed, hitting his head on the bed frame with a loud *thunk*. Abigail winced. That had to hurt.
She got on her hands and knees and crawled towards the bed, peering under it. It was nearly pitch-black there; she wasn't sure exactly where he was.
"Myles?" She called out. "Are you okay?"</s>
<|message|>Mitchell 'Mitch' Garmen
*"Can't we have party without Myles getting a drunken concussion?"* Homer asked.
Mitch laughed, gesturing to the room, where commotion was starting to stir. "Do you know who you're talking about?" he chuckled.
Homer's next comment made Mitch turn just as he was about to enter the room. He gave a little half smile. "I know, don't worry." It made him feel better that his friend was so concerned, and he didn't intend to keep his bad relationship with Daniel a secret forever (besides, they could probably guess) but he didn't want to ruin the party by making it about him. This was about getting together after a while apart, laughing at Myles, and basically acting like the teenagers they had been so recently before.
This in mind, Mitch returned to his spot by the dresser, however didn't sit. Instead, he put his drink and the makeshift ice pack on the dresser and knelt down to try and get a look under the bed from there, since Abigail had taken her spot by the bed. Turning his head almost upside down to look, he couldn't see anything; however, knowing that Myles could probably see him, he laughed and commented, "Smooth move, ladykiller." He had to wonder exactly *how* Myles managed to get under there, but maybe the slightly dented beer can on the floor nearby had a part in it.
Either way, Mitch righted himself and sat back against the dresser, looking to Miriam. She looked like she was having too much fun to be up to anything good. He hadn't been able to hear the dare she'd assigned Abigail, but he had a pretty good idea of what it entailed. He didn't mention it, but gave her a mockingly accusatory look, struggling to keep a straight face in the midst of all the ridiculous things going on. What a way to lighten the mood.</s>
<|message|>Momori Bestiary
As the others stooped to check under the bed to see if Myles was all right, Sav was busy stifling a scream in her hands. _I killed him_, she thought as she remembered the blood, _I smashed his nose up into his brain or something oh my GOD I killed him_. She'd have to call an ambulance or something, right? Right? The others seemed completely alright with what just happened- chalking it up to just another one of Myles' drunken antics and making a joke of the whole situation- but had they seen the _blood_?
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod-" she whispered, completely sobered up at this point from her fear and worry. As the others called out to him and they received no reply she couldn't help but become frantic. Tears sprung to her eyes as she sat down on the bed, she tried to rub them away as she called out to him,
"Myles? Myles are you alright?" A part of her half expected him to jump out and laugh at her, to make a joke out of it like he normally would. Her ankles felt so cold all of a sudden, she realized, was there a draft coming in from somewhere? She dropped down beside the bed and looked down into the darkness off it- which was odd since her bed wasn't set up against a wall for it to be that dark.
"Myles if this is a _joke_." She said, her voice warbling with another threat of tears. A moth fluttered up past her hand as she reached under to see if she could pull him out. Something touched her back and she poked her head completely under the bed,
"My-" Something grabbed her face. In fact- something grabbed her whole head in its palm and dragged her under the bed. Too shocked to scream she was dragged so quickly that all that was left behind were her house slippers- their design similar to that of royal court fool's shoes.
Before the others could even react a sort of vacuum affect began to happen in the room- all of them were dragged by some unseen force under the bed, the darkness of which seemed to spread, gapping and groaning as if it were a living thing.</s>
<|message|>Myles O'Malley
Myles sat, crouched against the dark soil. His knees were drawn up to his chin, and he rocked back and forth incessantly. It had been two hours. His nose was still bleeding, and he had landed on a rock during his fall. A long, dark gash was apparent on his brow to his cheek. If it was just part of his genie getup then maybe he would've found it cool. But it was real. And it hurt. His eye was even swollen shut.
The weird thing was, he wasn't cold.. or warm. He couldn't feel anything. It was unnerving. He definitely knew he wasn't anywhere on earth-- at least nothing he's heard about or seen. Especially, well, given there was a _FUCKING FLOATING, SPINNING, GIANT HOURGLASS IN THE SKY._
He shivered, just out of habit, and his blue eye, the working one, narrowed. He could hear something, just faintly...
_huuuushh little baby, don't say a woooord.._
Myles visibly stiffened, and his head turned slowly towards the noise. He could make out a group of animalistic figures, but that was it.
_mama's gonna buy you a mocking biiirdddd_
Myles hugged himself tighter, eyes nervously shifting away and back again to the figures. He leaned forward, attempting to see them in the light somehow cast by the giant hourglass.
_and if that mocking bird don't sinnggggg.._
The song shifted chords dangerously, and Myles decided it would be better if he dragged himself over a gnarled bush. He didn't want to get caught by whoever sung that song. Thankfully, they looked like they hadn't noticed him yet. He sighed with relief, seeing as they were only sheep. Their wool looked so soft, so inviting. Myles absentmindedly outstretched his hand to one that passed by. Surprisingly, it didn't bray in alarm, it only turned to look at him.
_mama's gonna kill the damn thing.._
It had a face.
It had a _human_ face.
Myles surpressed the scream bubbling up in his throat. His hands, scratched and bloodied, clasped over his mouth in horror. His chest heaved, and he felt his heart was going to beat out of his chest. The sheep-- no, it wasn't a sheep. Continued to look at him with a blank, staring expression. It was so eerie, Myles felt tears welling up in his eyes, and his body was wracked with a mangled sob.
**"Who's there?"** The singing had stopped abruptly, and the question was met with silence. The owner of the voice, a small girl, shrugged, and tapped her terrifying herd of human-faced-sheep along, and whistled the tune instead.
Myles took the chance, crawling from his hiding spot, still heavily breathing. The girl appeared normal, except for her dress which was a twisted version of lil bo peep or something. But that hadn't really bothered him, he noticed his own outfit had also had a dark appearance to it now. All patchwork and darkened colors.
"M-miss..." His voice struggled out, a rasp, and the girl let out a surprised "ah!" at his sudden appearance.
"Oh my golly gosh! What happened to you mister? You fall from a tree?" The girl was plain, straw-blonde hair, dull brown eyes. Her skin looked pallid, and Myles thought if maybe they had been in a different place she would appear pretty. She nonchalantly stroked one of her wards, a sheep that nuzzled her hand. It still with an indifferent, unblinking expression.
Myles pointedly didn't look at them. "Sort of. Do you know where I am? And where my friends are?"
The girl let out a shrieking laugh, causing Myles to flinch back. She wiped an invisible tear from her eye. "Ohh that was funny. Pretending you don't know where you are. I'unno about your friends though, fella." She patted the sheep then nudged it along with her staff.
"Please.. I.. really don't know. I don't think I'm from around here."
The girl's eyes widened. "Gee, you must've hit your head hard falling from a tree. You're in the Maire." Her face softened then, and she looked him up and down. "You know, you don't look so good. How about I bring you back to my place and I'll fix you right up. Okay?"
"O-okay.."</s>
| <|message|>Homer Needleton
Homer was about to go to the bed with the others to drag Myles out, but he paused. It didn't take three people to get one intoxicated friend out from under a bed, and to be honest they had gotten him out from stranger places before. Homer decided it would be better if he just went to get the first aid kit, but before he could leave he saw Sav being dragged under the bed as well.
For a brief moment, Homer thought it was Myles playing a joke on her. That moment ended however, when it felt like the floor gave out and they were all dragged under the bed.
After that, Homer wasn't sure what happened. He was falling, twisting, and tumbling through the air, but it was… wrong somehow. They hadn't simply fallen through the apartment floor, and everything was black all around them. He could barely make out his friends falling with him. He thought he heard screaming, but he couldn't even tell if he was doing or if it was the others. Although, if he had to guess he would probably say both.
While he was still trying to wrap his head around everything that was happening, he caught a glimpse of the ground while he was flipping through the air. Not a good enough look to tell where he was, but good enough to know that he would hit it soon. _Crap_, he thought. _This is not going to end well_. Then he hit the ground.</s> |
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* Hebigami Shiho playing as Orion Valsis.
* Sharyxe playing as Arcturus N. Rais.
* NightmareInd playing as Sam Spark.
* WeepingLiberty playing as Jadaria May Brookes.
* WeepingLiberty playing as Abel Marks.
* Altian playing as Arianne Caeffe.
* Cynder playing as Andi Clancy.
* GrandzHelios playing as Kite Silph.
* paigesweetheart playing as Ariella Mia Michelle.
* Snarl playing as Ryker Sarcenio.
* Chadd33 playing as Cody Streetman.
* Cynder playing as Ross Marco.
* Prints Avoids playing as Diego Pike.
* MagusDream playing as Giovanni Blackheart.
* MagusDream playing as Rafaella Blackheart.
* manapool1 playing as Hakobo Rangti.
* BlackCat playing as Li Tomo.</s>
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Andi hated boats. And she wasn't a morning person either.
She hadn't even arrived in the Sinnoh region yet and she already hated it. She wasn't quite used to the cold front that the mountainous region sent off, so she sat on the deck rubbing her arms with her teeth chattering. "D-Dammit," she mumbled, looking around the deck of the ship. Twenty minutes until they docked.
She could see the brief outline of land in the distance, but the air over the sea was coated in mist. Soon, she'd be on a new journey and hopefully able to find herself a coat. Though she wasn't much of a daydreamer nor was she creative either, she could only wonder: who would she meet? What would this journey be like?
_Only twenty more minutes._</s>
<|message|>Arianne Caeffe
From the cabins came an audible yawn as Ari strode onto the deck, scratching her eyes, with her Smeargle following suit. "..ah." she uttered, looking over the misty ocean. The view was breathtaking.
Though it was far colder than it was back at her home in Verdanturf, the excitement of exploring new lands was too great for Ari to notice. She almost didn't notice her own shivering until she took a glance at Smeargle, who was shuddering violently and looked at her with pleading eyes. "You're so weak.." she said with a weak chuckle, before returning him back to its Pokeball.
As she looked around the deck, there was another girl around her age on the deck who seemed to be enjoying her trip to Sinnoh a _bit_ too much. Ari inched over to her side and reached out for a light pat on the back. "We're almost there. Hold out for a little while longer, alright?" she said, smiling.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam started to wake up. He didn't sleep much at night, but the few hours he did sleep, were his precious ones. He came outside his cabin, knowing the boat should arrive soon. He saw a lot of people out on the decks, two of which were girls talking to eachother. He didn't care much about them, or anyone else, so he just stood there, leaning against one of the ship's fences up front.
He called out his Riolu, which seemed to feel the cold. That was the moment Sam noticed it was a little bit chilly. He was used to it though, Mt. Silver was much colder. But Riolu was still too young for the journey to that place back then. He only just hatched a few days before, so it would be too much for him. Sam kneeled besides Riolu, and said comforting to him: "Don't worry, Riolu, once you grow big and strong you barely notice anything of the cold. But everything has its time, and you need to whait for yours. So till than, eat your vegatables." The last part was a joke ofcourse, and Riolu smiled at hearing it.
Sam got up and Leaned against the fence again. He now noticed the metal was cold too, but it still didn't harm him much. Riolu tried to copy Sam, but didn't get really high. He tried to watch between the fences now, and he started to smile brightly. Sam followed his gaze and saw the first signs of land. _I can't whait to see what this region has to over for me..._</s>
<|message|>Arcturus N. Rais
Arc tilted her head up, sniffing in the cold scent of the fresh Sinnoh's Snowpoint City air nearby, and smiled. *I'm back in Sinnoh again*, she thought. She could stand cold weathers like these, even though it was snowing really hard, as she'd been here before to beat its gym, thus her resistance to cold places formed at the time. The soft nuzzle at her leg of her Mareep who had followed behind her made her turn her attention to it. She crouched down to pat it, causing the said pokemon to bleat contentedly as she ran her hand through its wool, feeling the sparks of electricity that failed in their tries to shock her. "**We're almost there, Mar,**" she said to it, her breath forming mists.
She somehow felt the need to go to Professor Rowan's lab in Sandgem Town before going to her hometown, Sunyshore City. *Oh well. I haven't visited in quite a while, so might as well go there first.*</s>
<|message|>Ryker Sarcenio
"Oh god I'm going to throw up-" he wheezed as he gripped the railing, his face turning a ghastly shade of green. By his feet sat his espeon, who eyed him nervously from the corner of her pristine purple eyes. Her forked tail lashed about behind her when she saw her trainer lean over the railing. Ready to dash out of the way just in case he really _did_ hurl. Ryker, his gray jacket pulled tight about him to protect from the cold, stood at the very back of the boat, on the deck facing away from land. He was so embarrassed that he was sick that he couldn't bare to face the others that he sensed were outside as well. Swaying now, he glanced down at Espeon just as his nausea began to pass,
"I can't take any more of this- is land near by? Please tell me we're almost there." His reply, however, was a simple blink from his cat-like companion.</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
"Boats huh" Kite looked out at the ocean blue with a bored expression. It wasn't that he had any problem with boats but it he preferred flying over sailing. "Pigeee!" Kite glanced over at his pokemon perched about five meters away on the railing. "You don't like it either Pigeotto?" He asked as he saw a look of discontent on it's face. Pigeotto began to shake his head in discomfort. Kite guessed that any bird would feel caged when it is taken out of the sky. It is a feeling that only one who has taken the sky can understand. "Don't stay for me. You can fly around the boat as much as you want." Kite instructed his pokemon as it spread its majestic wing and took off.
Kite moved back to look at Wingull and Swablu. They looked perfectly happy with the water because Wingull was a water pokemon and Swablu found it hard to ever become unhappy. That was until Swablu sneered in his direction. "What"' Kite interjected. Okay Swablu is almost impossible to upset. The only thing that could upset his best friend is an unhappy trainer. That was probably one of the reasons that Swablu was his favorite pokemon. "Okay I can get used to it." He stated defiantly to his friend. kite glanced up to see his last pokemon Skarmory. Skarmory was his newest pokemon so it didn't even wait for approval to take off flying around. It could e that water and steel do not mix or that Skarmory could end up being a big problem in the long run. Only time would tell that little detail. Kite donned his blue sunglasses and continued to wait for the boat to arrive.</s>
<|message|>Orion Valsis
Orion was sitting near the railing, drinking something. He really didn't mind boats, but to be honest, he found it really boring. He preferred snowy sceneries, after all. **"How boring..."** He sighed. His Froslass let out a quiet cry to accompany his trainer's sigh. **"Well, Sinnoh is a cold region, so we'll be all right. Remember that time we went to Hoenn? You barely wanted to be out of your pokeball."** He said, laughing a bit at its white pokemon. His pokemon looked away from him, seemingly angry at its trainer. **"Now, now, don't be like that. Look, we're almost there. Why don't we go around the boat for a bit, see who we can meet? I bet they'll be dazzled to meet the star Orion Valsis, after all."** He lets out a snicker and his Pokemon nods.
**"Then, let's go."** He stood up and was about to walk away when someone approached him. A girl, who looked really excited. She nervously asked for an autograph from Orion. Laughing a bit arrogantly, Orion took the notebook in his hands as well as the pen. **"How difficult it is to be famous, having to give out autographs here and there."** Though he said so, he was clearly smiling. **"Yuki."** He said as he put the notebook near his Froslass, that blowed an icy breeze on the notebook, freezing a part of it. **"Here you go."** He handed the notebook back, and the girl left running, squealing all the while. **"Let's go, Yuki. Someone else should be able to recognize us if we take a stroll."**</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
Kite eyed someone signing autographs on the boat. This person seemed to look annoying and self centered. It felt as if he was looking at the typical celebrity. the thing that got Kite's attention was that he was using his pokemon to turn his autograph's into ice as he gave them away. Kite has no interest in who this person was but he sure did not know who it was. That gave Kite an interesting idea. "Swab!" he stated as he whispered orders into his pokemon's ear. Then Swablu flew straight at the ice stranger in a circle trying to grab the notebook but missing. "Hey are you interested in a quick battle.!" Kite yelled at this trainer.</s>
<|message|>Orion Valsis
The sudden Swablu trying to grasp away the notebook surprised Orion, to say the least. He looked at the person who was yelling at him and raised an eyebrow. **"My, that was sudden. However, I am not much of a Trainer, more of a Coordinator."** He motioned forward with his hand, his Froslass following suit with his gestures. **"But I am not going to back down from one. Do pardon me if my performance is not adequate. What do you think if both of us use only the Pokemon we are with right now?"**</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
"That's fine with me." Kite stated to his new opponent. " Pidg, Skar, stay out of this little skirmish. Give the boat some distance but not so far as you can't see it. " Kite commanded his pokemon who were enjoying themselves in the air. With that command the pokemon encircling the vessel seem to disappear from view. "There now Swab can fight your pokemon without any distractions." He stated. Kite directed all attention to his Swablu. "Get some air cover and use Safeguard." Swab flew up about fifty feet in the air and then a green aura surrounded it as it braced for an attack.</s>
<|message|>Arcturus N. Rais
Arc saw a Swablu flying high away from the deck and its trainer that had probably commanded it to do so. When it stopped flying higher, a green screen covered it. Arc then looked back at the deck, seeing another trainer, a blue haired one, getting to a stance, ready to battle. "**A pokemon battle,**" Arc said, standing up. She then turned to her mareep, saying,"**Mar, watch closely.**"</s>
<|message|>Orion Valsis
**"Heh, you like playing it safe, huh? Yuki! Confuse Ray!"** He ordered his Froslass, and it followed suit. It flew to where the Swablu was and threw at it the Confuse Ray. **"You cannot escape Yuki, at least that I assure you."** Orion said, while his Froslass laughed a bit. **"Now, now, Yuki, be a bit more modest against our opponent. We don't know what might ensue."**</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
"Too bad." Kite muttered as the Confuse Ray shoots and is blocked by the Safeguard's protection. "A move like that won't get past our defenses" Kite bantered. "Now Swab, use Fury Attack." With that the Swablu dashed towards Yuki encircling it in an array of fight patterns until it has an opening. Then Swab swoops in and jabs it beak repeatedly at Yuki.</s>
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Andi took another deep breath and hadn't even heard the other girl approach her. Upon being touched, she nearly jumped out of her skin, giving a bit shake from surprise. She didn't bother to turn around to see who it was before sputtering out: "Have **you** heard of personal space?!"
Almost immediately after saying that, the boat gave a slight rock, causing Andi to lurch over the railing again with a feeling of nausea. She felt her Lucario's paws on her back and she gave a bit of a cough, "N-Nevermind," she stuttered to the other girl who she had yet to see the appearance of. "I'm sorry for lashin'."
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Ross hadn't recalled falling asleep that night. Though he could feel the warmth from Rivet's fur, being able to tell that she was fast asleep. Periodically throughout the night, he would run his fingers through her silky fur. It was before sunrise when the announcement came over the intercom, saying that they would dock in twenty minutes.
Taking that as a time to pull himself together, the silver-haired teen dragged himself out of bed and lazily threw his hat on. He didn't even bother with his appearance and quite frankly, he looked like shit. He was exhausted too, as indicated by the massive bags that hung under his eyes. Already, he was beginning to miss the comfort of the Professor's lab. Instead of further remaining on the topic in his mind, he left the room and decided to go for a well-deserved walk.
Rivet walked beside him, though she was almost never in her Pokeball, he always carried it with him anyway. He also had the bracelet that would allow her to Mega evolve at anytime always attached as well. Turning a corner, he stopped behind a young girl with yellow hair, watching two trainers in stance. One had a Swablu and the other a Froslass.
"Man," he said with a yawn to the trainer with the Mareep, "that Swablu is so screwed."</s> |
<|description|>Cody Streetman
Appearance: Brown haired ten year old that wears a T-shirt and jeans with bright colors like yellow and blue. Tanned skin and fit body showing he works outside a lot, and isn't afraid to pull his own weight. He walks confidently and energetically.
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Male
Age: 11
Birthday: May 18
Astrological Sign: Taurus
Starter Pokemon: Ponyta
Team: Ditto, Ponyta, Smeargle, Chansey
Legend: Grass
Trainer Class: Breeder
Hometown, Region: Solaceon Town, Sinnoh.
Personality: Kind and caring towards people and pokemon alike. He likes helping people, and works hard at whatever he does.
Small Biography: He grew up in Solaceon town, known for its daycare. Lots of trainers come and go, and he's seen just about every pokemon there is. He set off on his journey with Ponyta, traveling the land, and building a team to catch and raise pokemon.
Themesong: One the Road Again by Willie Nelson
Other: All of his pokemon have something to do with breeding. Chansey keeps pokemon healthy, Ditto can breed with anything, Smeargle can learn any move, and teach it to pokemon, and Ponyta keeps eggs warm with flame body. Also allows Cody to travel in style.</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
Kite stood there leaning as he pretty much got a lecture from from another trainer. It is true he had been a trainer for less than a year but He did not feel as if he was that terrible. Then it started to make sense as he heard that this girl was a ranger. Pokemon rangers had a tendency to look down on other trainers because they had to take some sort of wilderness survival course. This girl seemed nice but she did not seem to be the kind of crowd Kite could seem himself enjoying anything with a person like her around. "Jadaria? That is a strange name. I think will call you Dari." He stated to her. Then his eyes started to wander as he saw Skar had returned to the ship.His pokemon seemed to be looking for something else to do. Then his pokemon eyed a Riolu. Skarmory swiped its claw at the Riolu as if challenging it to a fight. "Freshly caught pokemon can be a handful." Kite muttered as he started to stand back up.</s>
<|message|>Cody Streetman
Ditto had copied a Riolu most recently, and was hanging out when suddenly a Skarmory came by and swiped at him! He took a step back, and eyed the Skarmory for a second, seeing the thing apparently wanted to fight. He figured that for now he might stay as he was, and took a fighting stance. "Riolu!" He cried, and used Force Palm at the bird.</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
Skarmory dived in close reading its Metal Claw attack as the Riolu began to get prepared for the attack. Skarmory's face grew fierce because it it knew at this point that it would have a foe who was willing to play with it. Skarmory's Metal claw collided straight with Riolu's Force Palm as the attacks repelled each other. Skarmory flew towards the air where it felt that it could not be struck by this Riolu. Now that it has a moment to breath and gain perspective it decided to attack again. Skarmory readied another Metal Claw and aimed it at the Riolu again.
Meanwhile Kite stood at the other end of the boat. He gently petted the Dratini as an alternate form of shaking hands to say good bye to the pokemon who politely acknowledged he was there. Kite had seen a terrible situation. His newly caught pokemon who he let freely fly about had taken the liberty to hunt down another pokemon. He wouldn't be surprised if the crew asked Kite to fly the rest of the way to Sinnoh. Thinking of that the island had come into view. That may be good since his ravaging pokemon didn't have time to do much damage but he better get over there sooner or later before Skar ends up getting beat badly by a tiny Riolu.</s>
<|message|>Cody Streetman
As Ditto saw the Skarmory pull back, and come in with another Steel Wing, he took a defensive stance and braced for the attack. When it hit, he used Counter, which takes all the damage done and throws it back twice over. Since this time the Steel Wing wasn't met with an equal attack, it hurt a bit, but that was how Counter worked. If you don't take much damage, you can't dish much out, even at double strength. His trainer, Cody, had considered teaching Chansey the move, since she had high health, and low defense, but so far he hadn't.</s>
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"I'm sure I could," Andi responded, crossing her arms once again. Maybe not in her current condition, considering she was restless from being trapped on the ship for days and absolutely freezing from the low temperatures, but that didn't apply to permanent situations. "Maybe when we get to Sinnoh, I'll give it a go," she turned to face the battle about to happen at the far side of the deck.
_Another one?_
Jesus, these people needed lives. This time it was an Absol fighting against an Electabuzz. She hadn't even noticed the battle between the Skarmory and Ditto as well until just now. "These people need lives," she repeated once more, her Lucario nodding his head in agreement.
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The girl certainly knew her current events, Ross was impressed. Not that he would announce that, considering it would likely come out condescending: he wasn't as good with words as he was with science. So instead, he remained silent during her comments and waited for her commands. Okay, Focus Punch. . that would take a chunk of Rivet's health, considering that she was a Dark type.
He had to interrupt that somehow. .
Raising the bracelet on his left hand, it suddenly reacted with the Absol, causing the Pokemon to become cloaked in crystallized light, a purple shade mixed with a pink hue. By the time the illusion had shattered, the Pokemon had taken a new form and let out a cry to flaunt this.
"Rivet, use Quick Attack!"
And the Pokemon took off in a blur, slamming its body against the Substitute, before leaping back in the air, "Good, now Razor Wind!" He commanded, as sharp edges cut through the otherwise calm setting heading for the deck and Pokemon below. Generally, Ross would start out with that attack, but he was worried about that Focus Punch.
He had tension in his gut. He sucked at battling, but he wanted to win. _Oh, how he wanted to win._</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
Kite stood in pure astonishment. His Skarmory charged in with a Metal Claw and strut the other pokemon hard but it was all a trap.The blue thing seemed to use a counter attack and pretty much repelled Skarmory back into the air where it has come from. "Hey Skar you ready for some advice or do you want to keep getting beat like that!" Kite yelled to get his pokemon's attention. With he probably got everyone's attention again making him seem like a battle loving fool who tarts fights. But it would be lie if he said he didn't like win.
Then a bright light covered Kite's shoulder opposite to Wingull. Swablu has come out of its pokeball wanting to see this battle between Skarmory and the Riolu across the boat. "So should I withdraw or keep going." Then both the birds on his shoulders gave him an angry look and swanked at him. "Fine I guess we can go for the win here." Kite defended to his pokemon. Swab still looked heated because Kite made him withdraw and most of his pokemon seemed to agree with whatever Swab wanted about all of the time.
As Kite was closer to the ongoing battle he decided to take command of his pokemon. "Okay Skar, I don't condemn you picking on helpless weaklings but if they hit my pokemon they go down." Kite stated mainly to his opponent watching. "Now I want you to fight back with the same tactic as before." Kite commanded his pokemon as it readied its claw. With some hesitation it fires it Swift attack instead. Then a dozen tiny stars fired out of Skarmory's mouth at the Ditto.</s>
<|message|>Cody Streetman
Ditto watched his opponent in the air, and dodged to the side when he saw the attack, but the stars turned and hit him anyway. Swift didn't do a lot of damage, compared to other attacks, but it never misses. After recovering, he couldn't think of a way to get up to Skarmory. He looked towards Cody, hoping for trainer advice. "Riolu?" He said pitifully.
Cody gave it a little thought. He couldn't think of any ranged attack a Riolu might know, off the top of his head, but he thought of something else.
"Look behind you. Use Quick Attack. Understand?" He said. Skarmory was in the air, but behind Riolu was the cabin of the ship, which riolu could use to get some height. He could jump on the rail, leap to a perch, and launch from there at Skarmory. Using Quick Attack, he could do this fast enough that Skarmory wouldn't have much time to react. Ditto understood what Cody meant, and pulled it off, launching into the air just above Skarmory to try to grab its wing and slam it to the ground.</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
Kite was fully aware that Skarmory has not warmed up to being a tamed pokemon yet. That is why this thing will take some time before it can trust Kite to the level Wingull and Pidgeotto have reached. Until that point comes he knew that to battl with his pokemon he has to tell it what moves not to use and he might be able to win this fight. The Riolu had used a combination of Quick Attack and its surrounds to land on top of Skarmory's back. That could be used to his advantage if his pokemon made the right move. "Skar you got one move that can hit that thing. please use it." His pokemon not only did not follow his orders but it made the worst possible move. It dove straight into the water. "Not good." Kite said with fear.</s>
<|message|>Arcturus N. Rais
The Absol went to its mega form, which Arc predicted it would, seeing as Ross was holding the ring and it had the stone. It struck the substitute with a Quick Attack, then a Razor Wind, breaking the substitute. It didn't matter, though. The Electabuzz had already charged its Focus Punch.
"Run, Lecta. Thunderbolt next," she commanded the pokemon. In case the Absol didn't faint with the Focus Punch, Arc made sure her Electabuzz would hit it with a Thunderbolt to finish it, seeing as the Focus Punch would've done much damage. The Electabuzz did as told. It bolted to the Mega Absol, then landed its Focus Punch at the pokemon's rear, sending it tumbling. With a 100% accuracy, Focus Punch wouldn't miss, and the Mega Absol wasn't holding any Brightpowder or Lax Incense, so it hit. While the pokemon was down, the Electabuzz charged for a Thunderbolt.</s>
<|message|>Cody Streetman
To Cody's surprise, Skarmory landed in the water, instead of on the deck. It even seemed to have done it on purpose. He jumped up, and ran to the railing in the hopes of seeing them. "Hey. Can your Skarmory swim?" He asked Kite. Being a Steel type, Skarmory probably wasn't the most buoyant pokemon. Ditto would most likely be fine, but Cody was still concerned. If nothing else, spotting ditto would help Cody get him back into its pokeball.
Ditto let go of Skarmory after they hit the water, and spent a few seconds under the waves trying to figure out what happened before making its way to the surface. The waves made it difficult to see much, though.</s>
<|message|>Kite Silph
Kite stared on as his pokemon did one of the most thick headed moves in the book. "Well you got the blue fox thing off but neither one of you can swim!" Kite mocked at his pokemon's choice of tactic. Kite didn't think that Skarmory would be able to fly far with steel parts full of salty sea water. Considering how any plane has difficulty flying with a bit of water on its wings. No matter what was to be done the past could not be helped now. "Skar you need to get out of the water now!" Kite commanded. His pokemon listed for once because it was the only logical option. Skarmory using all the power in its decaying wings pulled itself out of the water and forced its way onto the boat. "Well no more flying until you dry off."Kite said as he put a hand of Skarmory's wings. "Hey does your pokemon need assistance." Kite said to the other trainer.</s>
<|message|>Jadaria May Brookes*
Silv chimed happily as Kite patted her head. "Dari, huh? That's a first." Jade mumbled to herself as the guy went to address his rowdy pokemon. She eyed the Skarmory carefully, wondering why such a pokemon was allowed out of sight with the cooperation of a wild pokemon. "Picking fights with whoever is around hmm? I should put you two away to keep you safe." Mia and Blake shot Jade saddened looks but they didn't protest as she returned them to their pokeballs, and tucked them away into her bag.
Just as Jade decided to approach the battle as a bystander, the Skarmory took a dive into the water. With a look of concern she bolted to the railing, looking over trying to see through the waves. Much to her relief the Skarmory pushed its way out of the water and onto the boat, leaving the Riolu behind. "Silv, can you reach it?" Sensing the affirmation from her companion, Jade gripped the railing and hopped over, hanging down by one arm. Without need for instruction, Silv wound her way down Jade's body and slipped into the water. As gently as she could, without crushing the pokemon, Silv wrapped the back end of her body around the Riolu and pushed through the waves toward Jade. As her pokemon returned, Jade lowered her bag as close to the water as she could reach so that the Dratini could climb back up with her. Taking the hint, Silv used the bag as a starting point, climbing the bag before wrapping the other half of her body around Jade's waist.
It had been a little while since she got involved in something like this, but the thought of a pokemon in danger scared her more than anything. With a quiet grunt, Jade latched onto the railing with her other hand, using both arms to heave herself back up to a sitting position on the railing. Switiching her gaze between the Skarmory and the "Riolu", Jade sighed with relief. "Are both of you alright?"</s>
| <|message|>Cody Streetman
Ditto shivered, but much appreciated the rescue. It gave Silv and Jade a hug, shivered a bit, and ran over to Ponyta to get warm. Ponyta was a bit nonplussed by a wet Riolu trying to use her as a space heater, but after a few sniffs realized it was Ditto in disguise. Chansey produced a softboiled egg for Ditto to eat, and also went over to give Skarmory one.
"Thanks for the help." Cody said. "I'm not sure if I could have used my pokeball to get him to return. My name is Cody, by the way." He wondered if he should spill the beans about Ditto, but would enjoy the surprise if Skarmory decided to continue picking a fight, and Ditto decided to turn into Ponyta.</s> |
<|description|>Refers to himself as 'Jack'
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: Here he is
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Samurai Jack
Personality: He is very shy around new people, and even after getting to know someone can be very quiet. He is still very unaccustomed to advanced technology, despite having already spent some time in a futuristic Earth. He sees most supernatural events as the work of demons or devils, and possibly even Aku. He is also known for being able to give very good, if sometimes cryptic, advice.
Abilities/Weapons: Jack is very highly trained in many ways of martial combat. He knows the Shaolin Praying Mantis, Tiger, and Eagle styles, Ninjutsu techniques, Greek wrestling and African stick fighting. He is well versed in a number of weapons that range from spears and staffs to nunchukus and shurikens. He is also an expert with a bow and arrow, capable of many difficult shots. However, his true skill is with his ancestral katana, passed down to him by his father, and forged by three gods. It is capable of cutting through almost any material, never dulls, and never breaks. He also possesses near superhuman strength and speed, and an incredible jumping ability, able to leap extreme heights with no injury from landing.
Backstory: Jack was born in Feudal Japan, to the Emperor of the time. His father was known for defeating the Demon Sorcerer Aku with a katana forged by the gods Odin, Ra, and Vishnu, and imprisoning Aku. However, when Jack was a young boy, Aku returned, killing and enslaving his people. Jack and his mother escaped, with his mother leaving him in the care of a merchant ship captain, so she could guard the ancestral sword until Jack's return. Jack traveled the world with various people, learning nearly every style of feudal combat. When he was grown, he returned to Japan, and claimed the sword. He then traveled to his home, and freed what remained of the people there, including his father. Once he had ensured their safety, Jack set out to defeat Aku once and for all. A great battle ensued, with Jack severely wounding Aku. But just as Jack was about to deliver the final blow, Aku cast a spell to send him into the far future, in a timeline where Aku ruled the world. Upon arrival, Jack was nearly crushed by a large trash compactor, but managed to escape quickly. This awed three male aliens, who stated how awesome 'Jack' was for escaping that. This is what gave Jack his new alias. He would then travel this new Earth, seeking a way to return to his own time. Eventually, he would stumble across a portal believed to return him. Instead, it was a carefully laid trap set by Aku, meant to send Jack to the Multiverse, and remove him from Aku's worries entirely. The trap succeeded, and Jack now finds himself lost in an even stranger world than the one he just left. Here he learned of the conflict between the UMMA, and those who would do harm to the Multiverse. He decided that siding with the UMMA could get him returned to his world, and better yet, his own timeline.
Faction: Factionless, but unofficially aligned with the UMMA. He may consider joining with the UMMA officially, but he has yet to make a full decision.</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Gintoki
Gintoki stared at Saber for a moment before sighing. There was no point in getting confrontational, especially not with enemies on the horizon. Little miss 'King of Knights' here... No point in trying to argue with her here; if that day of binging through F█te stuff had taught him anything, it was that Saber didn't like having her ideas shot down in front of her.
"Nah, no problem here. If that's what you decide, then whatever. The enemy will be knocking at the front doors... Or the roof... Any minute now, so you might want to get yourself ready." he said, flicking his head in the direction of the doorway. "We'll be able to handle things in here, so go on ahead."
Suwako
Suwako looked around the town square, first in curiosity, then simply excitement. A western-style Medieval town! She hadn't seen one of these in FOREVER! Everything looked authentic- the streets, the buildings- heck, even the people were milling about with clothing from that time and place! This world-hopping thing was really turning out to be interesting!
"Well, this is... Pretty interesting! But... Where the heck is this 'Pensee', anyways? Anyone have a clue when... Or... Where we are right now?" she asked, leaping onto Black Rock Shooter's shoulders to get a better view of the place... Including all of the shocked villagers standing in front of them in awe. Huh. Well, that kind of thing was normal with something akin to a miracle happens, after all...
Kakine
The group's miniature journey was more or less at an end as Kakine walked up to the Windowless Building, Marisa in tow. The Teleporter who was there to meet the group was by no means a stranger; no, rather, she was one who he had had to deal with in the past.
"...Musujime Awaki. I don't believe you were still actively working for the city, last I checked." he said, a passing jab at the red-haired individual who was impatiently tapping her right foot whilst leaning against the building's wall.
"Contrary to your belief, beetle boy, this job actually pays quite well." Musujime responded in turn before pulling out her military flashlight and pointing it at him. "I'm under orders to drop you off and pick you up, but not stick around for the conversation, so... I'll be picking you up later."
Before Kakine could say another word, though, Musujime waved her flashlight at the group, simultaneously moving them all to Aleister's room. The sudden experience would be nauseating for most, but Kakine, being the way he was, wasn't fazed in the least. After all, in front of them now was the most important man in Academy City: Aleister Crowley.
"I see you've arrived." Aleister stated, his face as stone-cold as ever. "I trust your run-in with Imagine Breaker didn't cause much incident? There's only so much money we can put into repairs before the other scientists start becoming agitated, after all..."
Hazama
"S-seriously?" Hazama asked, fully in shock at the Leader's statement. He could take the soul? But something of this quality...
Alright. No time to freak out. This is a big one if there ever WAS one. To handle something of this caliber... Oh boy, he'd have to get to work as soon as possible. But first...
Hazama's eyes immediately turned to a pair of gloves on the desk next to him, which he promptly put on before proceeding to crack open the letter. He'd have to resolve this issue before working on the to-be Murakumo Unit, after all. Taking the letter out of the envelope, Hazama attempted to read it...
But to absolutely no avail, if only due to the sheer sloppiness of the handwriting.
"What? The hell is this? Can't even understand what the heck this is saying!" he exclaimed before laying the letter out on a nearby table.
"Geez... What a pain..." he complained as he used his glove-covered hands to carefully take the soul from the Leader's own. With a closer look at it now, Hazama was certain that this'd turn out something nice...
With a wave of his hand, Hazama pulled out Ouroboros, which proceeded to take the soul into its jaws and slip back to wherever it came from. He'd pull it out again, for sure, but... In a bit. Deciphering this mess came first.</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
Lucina had been told to follow until further notice, and so she followed, all the way to the Teleporter. (Apparently that's an occupation.)
Lucina is quite used to abrupt transportation through space and time at this point, and was not fazed (too badly) by the sudden transition. She looked up at probably the most important man in Academy City... not knowing who he was. "Excuse me, sir," she said to Aleister Crowley. "My name is Lucina. I was brought upon this city not by my own volition, but apparently by some form of scientific accident. Would you kindly explain why my presence, along with that of this apparently-somewhat-troublesome mage, is needed in this building?"
King Dedede
King Dedede leaned on his hammer. "So, we gettin' to investigatin' or what? Crime ain't takin' a holiday, that's for sure."</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto
Misaka Mikoto--Pensee
Though the travel was disorienting, it wasn't quite the worst thing she'd ever had to experience, and unlike the bikini-wearing girl that went through before her she had a child providing a little bonus stability. The town they'd arrived to looked a lot more familiar than the desert ruins did, but only from similarity to the School Garden Tokiwadai was situated in. Even then, this place was a lot more authentically old, and had none of the technology.
Being here was making the girl happy, though. The girl who, the Railgun now realised, they hadn't asked for her name even after all the fighting was over. "Really? I'm glad. Also... can you tell us your name?"
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Kerri--Foecrusher
The blackguard caught the carelessly tossed explosives, handing them with some care to a grunt that would probaby have a better success rate with the device than a technologically-backwards swordswoman would. That the Ork refused to listen to others was annoying, but the warning had been given. It was simply a matter of making sure that as few soldiers as possible were diverted to his foolish plan of attack.
"I, in these circumstances, advocate a frontal attack due to the nature of our enemy, with minimal splitting of our forces. I can subjugate or daze the dead, and defeating them from there would be a simple task. This also poses no risk to our target."</s>
<|message|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment
Jericus "Ing" Ignace- Pensee
The guardsman looked around at town "Throne damit we are on a medieval world I don't think there a space port on this planet." he said. The guardsman was relived that they made it through the portal safety without a gellar field. He was glade that daemon didn't do any horrible things to them as they crossed. Ignace walked up to one of the villagers "Excuse me citizen can you direct us to the nearest PDF outpost?" he asked to the nearest villager.
Argon Charr Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher
Argon remained quite as his fellow agents augured among them selves over there plan of attack. "I agree with our swordwoman here that our best shot is a frontal attack on the castle." The mandalorian guested to the boxes of explosives behind were he was sitting. "I brought along a box of thermal detonators and it would be a shame if they were not used."</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
Kanji, Museum world
"My name is Kanji and I am from a small town in Japan called Inaba." Kaji glances back and watches the fire. "Man, that is not cool." He turns back to watch Cinder get in the cell and the other members of UMMA members that showed up. Cinders remark as she entered he cell rubbed Kanji the wrong way. "You better shut up before I go over there and deck you! I just met you and I'm already sick of your shit!"</s>
| <|message|>Refers to himself as 'Jack'
Jack - Castle Tepes
Jack was in complete agreement with the various plans laid out in defense of the Eye from Shadow Eternity forces. Noticing many were preparing to take their respective places in guarding, Jack stepped over to stand directly in front of the doorway to the eye, facing down the hall. He sat down into a meditative position, with his sword placed within arms reach, and used the the time of waiting to rest, and reflect on recent events. Jack found he was still quite amazed at all there was in the multiverse, and that he still had much to learn about the common sights and interactions within. Jack also contemplated fully siding with the UMMA, seeing it could be of great benefit in both finding the way back to his own time, and having aide in the inevitable battle with Aku when he returns. Despite the importance of the thoughts, Jack eventually found himself drifting into a very light sleep, still ready to spring into action at a moments notice.</s> |
<|description|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
Age: 57.
Gender: Male
Appearance: While untransformed, he's a fairly typical salaryman. His various transformations.
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Kamen Rider Decade
Personality: Takahara is, first and foremost, a henchman. He tends to just go along with things and isn't very bright. While not transformed, he's fairly cowardly, running from combat- he's nearly sixty after all. This goes out the window once he's gotten into the spandex. He has forty years of experience fighting foes vastly more powerful than himself- he's taken so many Rider Kicks and Rider Punches that he can perfectly emulate them. He fights to protect his comrades in villainy with everything he's got- after all, the boss might consider them expendable, but they're still on the same side.
Abilities/Weapons:
Lockseeds!
- Fifteen Arms (Sinister Instrumental)- Takahara's base form, this gives him the Yomimaru, a fairly large sword- it reaches from his feet to his shoulders. It's also the only weapon he can carry between forms.
- Eternal Arms (EN-JOY YOUR HEEE-EEELL~)- Born from a Lockseed exposed to a Gaia Memory he stole from the Museum he once worked for, this form is equipped with a dagger called the Eternal Edge and slots for 26 Gaia Memories to grant the weapon various effects- though they're hard to track down these days.
- Core Arms (MEMORY! MAGMA! BURN-BURN-BURN!)- Formed from a Lockseed exposed to both a Gaia Memory and a set of artificial Core Medals, this form emulates the power of Kamen Rider Core- a flaming giant formed from spiteful memories of Kamen Riders. This form is easily the leader in terms of physical strength, using gauntlets called the Core Crushers to unleash devastating punches.
- Poseidon Arms (SHARK-WHALE-WO-LF-FISH~)- Armed with the Deepest Harpoon, this form can breathe underwater and move rapidly through aquatic environments.
- Glaive Arms (JOKER OF RED!)- Arming Takahara with the Glaive Rouzer, this is one of his more versatile forms- the Glaive Rouzer comes with an incomplete set of Rouze Cards. However, without these cards- which require scanning into the Rouzer- this is a fairly weak form, with little in the way of offensive or defensive options.
Backstory: Takahara has floated around as villainous organizations have risen and fallen. He started out as a Combatant in SHOCKER before getting transferred to accounting. Then the Kamen Riders broke free and fucked everything up. So he moved on to Destron. Same story. Eventually, he discovered the multiverse as he was hired by Dai-Shocker... and then a pink Kamen Rider promptly fucked up the multiverse AND his cushy job.
But at least this setback opened up an endless multiverse of employers. From BOARD to Smart Brain, Takahara's a familiar face among the shady corporations of the Kamen Rider worlds. Takahara's most recent employers have included a museum (that for some reason manufactured USB sticks), a corporation that seemed to have its hands in everything (he ended up doing finances for R&D), and a Japanese pharmaceutical company trying to get in on the "Battling Monsters" craze. But of course a Kamen Rider came and fucked those up too. He's finally settled into a position at Shadow Eternity after grabbing a few things from the ruins of his office at the Yggdrasil Corporation as a severance package to go along with the trophies from a long history of failure his employers have endured. Turns out when exposed to various sources of power, the fruit of Helheim matures into a lockseed reflecting the source.
Faction: Shocker+</s>
<|message|>Guts
"Anyways, if you can't bring me to a city, just bring me to the next closest thing. At least show me a map. How am I supposed to know where I am without a map?" Guts said, eyeing the primate with his singular eyeball. Steadily, he shifted the weight of the Dragonslayer to over his shoulder, as opposed to down to the side.</s>
<|message|>Daijuji Kuzaku
Daijuji Kuzaku
Kuzaku nodded tiredly, hearing Saber's answer. He wasn't certain that this person would be able to help him with his specific issue, but at the very least, they might know who could. He plodded away as the recovery teams flooded into the restaurant district. Finally, after an exhausting battle, he would be able to seek help for the issue that had been plaguing him since earlier that afternoon.
Reaching the elevators, he inserted his identification card into the navigational computer stationed next to it, and searched for this "Aura Bright" in the Yggdrasil directory. Once he figured out where her office actually was, he entered the information into the elevator control panel, and awaited the arrival of one of the numerous transports that ran through Yggdrasil like a circulatory system. What with the emergency just now, there was likely to be a flood of arrivals to this level, and the elevator system was probably quite backed up. Kuzaku leaned against the wall, exhausted, as he waited for an elevator to arrive.
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Kiss-Shot
Things were starting to come together. Almost. Sort of. Not really. In any case, they were making some progress at the very least. Kiss-Shot crossed her arms as she thought out the girl's answer. There were the ruins of buildings on the surface, were there not? Their state of decay suggested that the surface had been uninhabited for hundreds of years. This girl had quite clearly been underground for a very long time. And this drill was clearly meant to dig her up. Exactly why, no one could be sure, but the obvious amount of power she wielded was a strong hint. The remaining question was why the project had been apparently abandoned, with the girl still in the pit.
"Regardless, I find it to be terribly gloomy down here. Shall we relocate to the surface?" The vampire asked, extending a hand to the girl.
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Giorno Giovanna
A pair of young girls barged into Giorno's office demanding answers about a retreat order. Even as they did so, one of the men assigned to him held a blade to the closer girl's throat, apparently offended by their entrance. As he did, the other retaliated by holding a spear to his throat. Giorno's face twisted from its usual expression of content indifference to one of mild annoyance.
"That is quite enough." He said in a calm, yet strong voice.
As though his very soul was rising from him, the spectral form of Gold Experience Requiem manifested from Giorno. Even floating in a neutral pose behind him, the uniqueness of Giorno's Stand was obvious. Though all stands had a certain sensory element of incorporeality to them, this one seemed to be both present and nonexistent at once. Simultaneously real and unreal. Such was the power of Gold Experience Requiem.
"Put your weapons away. I'll only say it once." His face and voice were both utterly cold. They needed to be reminded of why he was their superior. Looking to the girls, he answered their inquiry. "I gave the order, but the directive came from above me. Redistribution of manpower; you've both been reassigned." He handed them papers from the sorted piles on his desk. "If you have any questions, direct them to my assistant," He gestured to the turtle on his desk, "As you can see, I'm quite busy."</s>
<|message|>Senbonzakura
Senbonzakura - Shadow Eternity HQ
Unfazed by the spear or the Stand, Senbonzakura held the position for a moment, then followed Giovanna's order and sheathed his sword. "We shall settle this another time," Senbonzakura said. "For now, let us concentrate on our respective missions." Even he knew better than to start a conflict in a place like this.
He turned to Giovanna and said, "I no longer have any questions; we shall depart to this client world when able." He was still a bit curious about the coffin, but he figured he would learn its secrets in time and make his own decisions when the time came. For now, he was just glad he had something to do.</s>
<|message|>Work in progress here.
Gilgamesh & Enkidu
"My name? Oh, I'm sure you've heard of it..." Gilgamesh replied with all the humble modesty he possessed (somewhere below none at all), "my name is the name of a man that has traversed many fields, fought many battles, and slain many a wild beast! My name is the name that resounds throughout history as an epic legend!"
Just as the theatrical man was about to turn a simple introduction into an epic, Enkidu helpfully and pointedly growled, which seemed to indicate to Gilgamesh that he should shut up. Fuming, he simply folded his arms and muttered, "name's Gilgamesh."
And with everyone spared from his raving, Enkidu approached the counter, picking up a menu along the way. It had an annoying bloodstain on it, and seemed a little frayed, as if it had been repeatedly stepped on during the course of battle. Eh, it would still work on getting his point across, right?
Trusting it in the face of the girl behind the counter, Enkidu pointed at random food items on the menu, eyes glittering with desire for more food. Clearly, he was not alone in wanting food, so tere wasn't much point in waiting!
"So, I take it you guys are really strong warriors, huh?" Gilgamesh asked Nono, "you caught my interest with your skills!"</s>
<|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Federayshun Muthership
The Ork was just about to 'thank' the soldier for his cooperation by not krumping him, that was until Faures revealed to him that the humie had been lyin'. Admittedly, the Ork didn't have much against being a lyin' git, as deception was one of his favoured 'kunnin' triks.' However, being lied to was a different matter entirely. "You'z shuldn't 'ave done dat, humie. Nows you'z gunna getz it." With a rather sudden and quick movement of his hand, Arragoz snapped the poor sod's neck with practised ease. "Da git din't squeal, so I'z din't stik 'im wiff me choppa. Ain't dat roight boyz," the Ork remarked, while stifling a short series of guffaws.
When the greenskin finished appreciating his own particular brand of humour, he returned to the closest an Ork could get to being serious. "Al'roight den, we'z gotz 'awselves a job to do, so'z into the vents we go lads." As he was saying this, the greenskin casually nicked the gauntlet-device off the humie's corpse, figuring it could come in handy later. With that out of the way, Arragoz promptly dropped down before practically sliding into the vent. Indubitably, he was a creature of immeasurable grace.</s>
| <|message|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
Kamen Rider Fifteen, Client World 576143290-B
On the surface, a number of pale, faceless lanky humanoids with long arms drew closer to a man with a spear shaped like a fish. This game of cat and mouse had been going on for about a week. The monsters would catch up to him, he'd run for a bit, then kill a few, then run more. Takahara had learned from their hunting tactics. One of the creatures' chest opened to reveal the empty black void of its mouth. Anatomically unfeasible, yes, but Takahara had seen stranger.
"It's time for the curtain call, monsters."
With that, he grasped the knife on his belt, bringing it down twice. His helmet glowed a brighter blue as the belt called out...
"POSEIDON AU LAIT! SHARK!"
With that, a number of sharks made of energy flew out, biting into the humanoids repeatedly and holding them steady, as the knife came down three times.
"POSEIDON SPARKING! WHALE!"
Though the sharks were losing their grip on the humanoids, Takahara had accomplished what he needed to. The tremendous ball of energy gathered above, a sphere of water held in place only by surface tension. The ball began boiling, and soon a whale made of plasma dropped onto the humanoid creatures, causing them to turn to ash. Takahara breathed a sigh of relief. Until Shadow Eternity came to rescue their operatives- which, honestly, wasn't likely after being stranded her for a week- it seemed it was up to him to make this world a little less of a shithole and a little more worth conquering.
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Dakro Shieldbearer, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir
Dakro sat at a table in the ship's mess hall, going through more food. Summoning all those fyora had taken it out of him, and now it was time to recharge his mystical essences with delicious ornk steaks. The growing pile of bones next to his plate hinted at the guardian's massive appetite. The cafeteria didn't even bother trying to issue him meal tickets. If they did, he'd just summon, slaughter, and cook an ornk in the cafeteria. It seemed even time in the multiverse couldn't imbue a man from a semi-medieval mystical culture with an understanding of workplace hygiene or the concept of bacteria.</s> |
<|description|>Daiki Kaito
Discard one, draw two.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Phantom Thief - Treasure Sniper
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Kamen Rider Decade
Personality: Kaito, to best sum it up, is a troll. His aim is to steal any treasure he can get his hands on. While he's annoying outside of battle, in battle he's more cold, more serious, and values his treasures above all else. While he values freedom and friendship, he will more often than not abandon the latter if it benifets him. That said, cross his values, and he will come at you for revenge. Just ask the Kamen Riders and Super Sentai when Tsukasa wound up using him as a pawn.
Abilities/Weapons: Kaito has his DienDriver and a set of Kamen Ride cards. Using these Kamen Ride cards, he is able to transform into Kamen Rider Diend and use the cards to summon Kamen Riders from other worlds. Not only that, but he is also able to use Kaijin Ride cards, which makes him able to summon Kaijins to fight for him. He has a few Attack Ride cards though.
* Diend Blast: Is able to fire bullets that seemingly home in on people.
* Invisible: Turns invisible.
* Barrier: Projects a shield.
* Illusion: Creates copies of himself.
* Crossattack: Has his summoned Riders preform finishing moves.
* Final Attack Ride: Diend: Basically a big blue and black beam fired towards the opponent.
Backstory: Kaito used to come from a world where it was ruled by a giant monster taking the guise of a man. His rule was rebelled by a group of Kamen Riders led by Kaito's brother. When Kaito wound up arresting his brother, he expected his brother to be educated and be a proper member of society. However, he found that he was being brainwashed. Betrayed by his boss, he ran off and took the employment of Kadoya Tsukasa, the Great Leader of Dai-Shocker. He became their chef and teased Tsukasa about eating sea cucumbers. One day, a professor invented the DienDriver. Seeing it as a valuable treasure, Kaito stole it and escaped. From that point on, he wound up stealing tons of treasure. From where we join him, he wound up on the run from the police after he stole a priceless golden gun from a mansion. He managed to repair the gun via a series of time travel, paradoxes, and other confusing shit until it all ended in him stealing the gun from himself. Now he's in the Multiverse, stealing more and more treasure... but why?
Faction: Factionless
Name: Chef
Age: 2... She's a Robot.
Gender: Robot, though her base is female.
Appearance:Human Form - Roidmude Form
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Kamen Rider Drive
Personality: Chef has a burning hatred for one thing: Kamen Riders. If she even looks at one, she will go batshit crazy, no pun intended, and attack the Rider. She views the Roidmudes as superior in every way and hates how she is unable to Slowdown like the rest of her comrades. That said, she is currently afraid of them, or more importantly, the Grim Reaper. She has some collection of Kokoro's personality as well. Being a motherly figure to the lesser monsters and calling them "children" on habit. While she has no idea what it is, it's pretty obvious that she has a crush or is in love with Kokoro, her base.
Abilities/Weapons: Because of her injury fighting Proto-Drive, she is unable to cause Slowdowns. That said, she is able to fire energy bullets from his fingers, fly great heights, and disguise herself as a human by basing one as a template, as she did with Kokoro. As the Chef Roidmude, she is able to use a frying pan as her weapon and spew fire from her hands like a flamethrower.
Backstory: It was one of the 108 Roidmudes that attacked the world during Global Freeze, a moment where the entire world became stuck in time. However, she along with the rest of his allies were thwarted by a mysterious rider: Proto-Drive. She, along with a select few, personally fought the Kamen Rider, only to be destroyed by him. However, her core remained. When the other Roidmudes began to recoop from the failed attack, the higher ups brought back Roidmude 101. However, to their shock, the Roidmude was unable to preform the one power that they all had, the one that was able to make the Global Freeze possible: She could no longer cause Slowdowns. Deemed a defect by Brain, they had the Grim Reaper hunt the Roidmude down. However, the Roidmude wound up escaping... She went into a portal and wound up in an alternate world. In this world, food can actually come alive and talk to people. The bond between man and food helps them become better chefs, and thus, better people. She copied a human by the name of Kokoro, who upon seeing the Roidmude, cooked her food. The Roidmude ate the food and enjoyed it immensely. She joined Kokoro's side as a substitute chef/understudy and wound up evolving into the Chef Roidmude because of her bond with Kokoro. The two entered an Iron Chef tournament and wound up winning. Kokoro became the new Iron Chef Japan and told Chef that now she must learn on her own. The Roidmude understood. However, she was attacked and captured by a Rider by the name of Eternal, who took her into the Shadow Eternity. However, she managed to escape. Having no idea how to get back to Kokoro's world, she wound up giving up. Now she is Eternal's personal assistant. One she hates very much.
Faction: Shadow Eternity</s>
<|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza/Federashun Muthership
A bemused expression appeared on the Ork's face when the solder addressed him as Kaptin'. "I ain't wunna dem Freebooterz, so jus' callz me Boss, alroight?" Arragoz had met Freebooterz before, and he respected their fondness for lootan', snazzy hats, and messin wiff da humies. However, they weren't Blood Axes, and some of them worshipped 'Da Bludd God' over Gork & Mork, 'n' dat ain't roight.
Returning to the matter at hand, the greenskin was waiting patiently with the others for the Krooza to land. Luckily, they didn't have to wait long, as the ship reached the cargo bay with but a brief delay, allowing them to enter the vessel. As the occupants were wholly unaware of their arrival, the guards stationed there were few in number and laughably unprepared. As the first two marines dropped without issue, the Ork set his sights on a third, who remained utterly oblivious to the demise of their comrades, and just about everything else, for that matter. While Arragoz was no stranger to humies being stoopid, the particularities of this case made it a first for the Ork.
They weren't wearing a helmet, but that was a common practice amongst Spess Mehrines, and only part of the matter. In place of proper head protection, the soldier had a peculiar contraption strapped to his head. It consisted of two large, somewhat rounded coverings for each ear, connected by a band of metal, with a thin cable leading from one of the coverings to a small metal box clamped onto the soldier's waist. Presumably due to this strange device, the soldier, instead of joining the fight, had decided to muck about. While its true nature was unknown to the greenskin, that would only be the case so long as it remained in the humie's possession, something he intended to rectify.
Strolling up to the humie from behind, Arragoz raised his boot, and proceeded to deliver a mighty kick to the soldier's back. The impact sent him crashing face-first into the floor, and an audible groan of pain could be heard from the guard. After taking the opportunity to relieve the humie of his strange head-contraption, the Ork unsheathed one of his choppas, while using his free hand to lift the man off the ground. To prevent him from calling for help, Arragoz clamped his hand over the soldier's mouth, along with a sizable portion of his face sans the eyes. Making sure the choppa was in plain sight of the humie, the Ork began whispering to him in Low Gothic. Hopefully, the translator would convert it into something vaguely intelligible.
"See dis, humie? If youz squeal fer 'elp, Imma stik ya wiff it."</s>
<|message|>Leman Russ
Tanngrisnir
Russ growled as the enemies that remained in the land of the living disappeared, leaving only the cooling bodies. An outright invasion of the ship, the unexpected appearance of none other than Bjorn the Fell-Handed, and still no remotely challenging fight. This was pathetic; she'd have had more fun just wrestling either of her brothers than on this ship. With fighting not an option, and no army to lead, that left two other pursuits open for the mean time: eating and drinking.
Deciding that the chance of an attack was so remote as to be non-existent after the Shadow Eternity's current failure, the shrunken Primarch headed towards the crew quarters, girl and two enormous wolves ignoring the fighters outside the passenger area as they made to pass.</s>
<|message|>Guts
Guts - Siberian Research Facility
Guts had been wandering and collecting chess-themed key cards for some time by now.
"Let's see. Bishop key." he said, swiping the card across the pad. It had taken him 20 damned minutes to figure those things out. The black swordsman stepped into a room filled with large, cylindrical tanks, containing large humanoids with various states of mutation. One in particular had its eye stapled shut, a few others were gray, some with spikes sticking out of their bodies.
"What is that? Are they studying demons? To keep them here, this place must be crawling with magic." he said aloud. It had been a while since he could talk and not have Puck say something dumb. It was almost worth trading off the elf's healing dust. Almost.
Scratching the back of his neck, he shuffled around the room, finding some documents with boring magic stuff Schierke would know, some of those weird plastic tubes, and a blueprint for something called a "Phazon bomb".
Everything in this building was absolutely useless, Guts decided. Chances were, there wasn't even an Apostle, and the Brand is what attracted those undead in the first place.
I'm getting out of this damned tundra ASAP. he thought to himself, stepping back out into the halls.</s>
<|message|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment
Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B
When the coffin lid open Ignace raised his lasgun at the glowing inside. The guardsman ready himself for what ever would come out of that coffin. He blinked in confusion at the young girl who is in the coffin. Putting his lasgun on safety he breathed a sigh of relief that there weren't any horrible things inside of it. "Well if this is your room someone has drilled into it," he replied to the girls question pointing to the drill.</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
Saber lowered Excalibur, glaring at the place where the swordswoman had cut a portal. She had escaped... but at the very least, no civilians had been hurt and the rest of the attack force had been halted, stopped in their tracks. The survivors would be detained and questioned. Depending on how they responded, they would get lesser sentences. While they had attacked civilians, and in a fight there was little room to spare their lives, the survivors could still obtain a lighter sentence if they were cooperative. Shadow Eternity operatives had varied in their response. Some were simply working and would gladly aid the UMMA. Others were fanatical. Considering how these ones had attempted to shoot civilians without receiving orders to do so, Saber suspected the latter. But she couldn't sure sure.
However, the King of Knights was snapped out of her thoughts when Nono suddenly leaped down from the catwalk and threw her arms around her. Saber couldn't help but let out a small yelp as she was lifted off the ground and spun. Why was Nono hugging her so closely?! Why was this... why...
Saber was not someone used to close physical proximity with others. Yes, she had been close to Rin before, and she had previously approached Shirou, but being picked up and spun around by Nono was a dramatically different situation then either of those.
"I... y-yes, we... we did..."
Saber's cheeks lightly colored. Needless to say, this was awkward.
Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)
"... Eh? Does it sound absurd?" Marisa tilted her head as her broom reached low enough for her to hop off of it and take it back in her hand. It kind of seemed like the natural option to her, really. She didn't need to be sneaky, so when she wanted to travel from universe to universe, the obvious option was to put a hole in the thing that was barring her way. Seemed pretty damn straight-forward to her! "Eh, I just blew the hell outta the obstacle, it was in my way so it got to taste some of my firepower!"
Marisa grinned happily, looking up at the boy. At least, until she noticed they were drawing a crowd. Placing her hands firmly on her hips. Her grin widened.
"Hey there!" she declared, "I'm Kirisame Marisa!"
Swordswoman - Shadow Eternity Base
The swordswoman sighed. Her subordinates were evil-minded trash, that was for sure. Maybe her new ones would, you know, actually listen when they weren't supposed to hurt innocent people. Jeez. It's not like they couldn't take down the UMMA without murdering the civilians. What was even the point in killing them? And on top of that she had to retreat... that cutie had been so fun to fight, too. Oh, she could feel her cheeks flushing at the thought of those delicious legs, those curves, those lovely laser cannons...
She licked her lips. The swordswoman desperately hoped to meet her again. Somewhere where there weren't innocents getting in the way of either of them really cutting loose.
For now... she had to report. Her "superior" was really only one in the direct chain of command. When it came to combat she could give out orders pretty freely, but she was working for him and was assigned this mission under him. And because of her trash subordinates and some tough UMMA agents, it'd failed.
Well great.</s>
| <|message|>Daiki Kaito
"My apologies, mistress. It will not happen again. I agree with Senbonzakura. If you have a mission for us, we'll be glad to take it. However, seems UMMA's hand has overreached its grasp to the multiverse. A troubling hindrance, I do say." The sentient Gaia Memory said.</s> |
<|description|>Blake Belladonna
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Slight AU
Universe of Origin: RWBY
Personality: Usually aloof and withdrawn among strangers, Blake only opens up to people she really trusts - a childhood spent under oppression has left her with a cynical, secretive streak. To her friends, though, she is a serious, quietly passionate girl with a hatred of injustice and a love of reading.
Abilities/Weapons:
Gambol Shroud: Blake's signature weapon. It is primarily a short curved sword with pistol built into the handle and a collapsible blade. Its sheath has a second cleaver-like cutting edge, and can be used as a weapon in its own right. Finally, the sword's pommel has a long ribbon attached, allowing it to be used like a flail.
Aura: The "manifestation of the soul", Aura is an energy field that most living beings produce. Once someone has unlocked their Aura, it can be used to shield themselves from harm (acting like a force field that reduces damage taken from attacks) and to power other offensive abilities.
Semblance: A unique personal ability linked to and powered by Aura. Blake's Semblance is called "Shadow" and lets her create short-lived shadow clones. These clones are tangible and can perform basic attacks, but disappear if they move too far from Blake or take even moderate damage. Additionally, Blake can infuse these clones with various elemental properties (fire, ice, earth, etc) by loading Gambol Shroud with special ammunition.
Backstory:
Blake is a Faunus, a minority species on her home world characterised by animal-like traits (in Blake's case, a pair of cat ears she usually keeps hidden under her bow). Faced with racial prejudice from the world's human population, Blake was a member of a faunus rights group called the White Fang from an early age. Over the years, however, the group slowly radicalised, changing from a peaceful protest movement into a violent anti-human terrorist organisation. Blake was swept up in this decline, using her fighting skills to further the cause, until a moment of realisation in her mid teens prompted her to leave the group.
Seeking to change the world in a more positive way and atone for her complicity with the White Fang's crimes, she enrolled at Beacon Academy, a fighting school dedicated to training her world's renowned monster-hunters. She spent several years at Beacon, making many fast friends and honing her skills, and was eventually forced to confront her past when the White Fang resurfaced as part of a plot against the school.
She was introduced to the multiverse shortly after she graduated and became a fully-fledged Huntress. She stumbled across evidence of a covert UMMA-SE skirmish while patrolling her home world and tracked the groups down, eventually helping the UMMA agents deal with the Shadow Eternity presence. She was offered a place as her world's UMMA agent and accepted.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Castlevania
Raditz answered the girl's question by forcing his ki downwards, lifting him off the ground to float lazily a foot in the air. "Do not forget my might!" he warned the girl. She was brave, to give lip to the mighty Saiyan warrior Raditz. Too much, and he would CRUSH her!
He raised two hands, pointing towards the zombie grunts, and demanded a pertinent piece of information. "Are these the enemies that drop the true prize of pudding?"</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Dr. Facilier--Outside Castle Tepes
Dr. Facilier gave a satisfied grin to Hi-hat. "Looks like everything's movin' smoothly," the bokur said. He checked a pocket watch. "Though we did spend a lot of time out in the courtyard; I don't know if we'll be able to do the rest of our business here before they're attacked."
Facilier did a good job of hiding the fact that he was mostly in for relieving some of his debt to the Loa (upon someone else).
Lucina
Lucina, following Kakine and Misaka, stopped with her sword drawn as she witnessed Marisa... get trapped in a mass of dark matter. "Um... okay. I suppose my assistance isn't needed," Lucina said with a shrug, sheathing Falchion and approaching the suspended Marisa. "She's obviously some sort of mage..."
Lucina turned to Kakine. "I'll be happy to retrieve her possessions if she needs them; if you must keep the restraint on her, by all means, do so. Apparently she's more dangerous than I am, judging by the relative ruckus that's erupted in her capture..."
Rasputin--Foecrusher
Supernatural defenses?
Rasputin twiddled his fingers. "Ah, but they do not know the black magic of Rasputin..." the Russian lich sneered to himself. "Yes, the forces of darkness shall be unleashed once we take the Eye..."
Rasputing hungrily fingered his reliquary. "Soon, my minions," he tittered. "Soon..."</s>
<|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Edge of Highmoor Forests, Athas
And so as Chuck sped out from the treacherous landscape that was the Sea of Silt, he found himself racing over an actual body of water. Truly it was mysterious, and not so mysterious considering he had just gotten through past the Sea of Silt. Peering down at the mini-map he realized that he had much more land to traverse. This was supported by a simple glimpse out into the horizon. His vision was stopped by a dense amount of foliage. Made sense considering it actually could be sustained by the actual water near it. But clearly it was not the Ivory Wastes that were talked about earlier.
Chuck gave a small pat to the frame of the hover-bike. "Don't die out on me here. At the least you won't be running through swarms to speed the demise." He muttered out knowing that, at least generally, being stuck in a horrific barren wasteland was always a recipe for disaster. And more to the point, being stuck out here would just be a plain boring situation of doom. Chuck knew that replacing the fuel source for his hover-bike would be a pain in the ass here. And risking it through lengthy travel would be a bad idea.
Luckily for Chuck, the camera-operator seemed to realize that as well. The power armored camera-man hovered towards Chuck, "Oh Chuck! Thank goodness I found you because if I di-" Chuck was quick to respond, "My fuel source would've probably died out here."
"Yeah!" The camera-man responded. "Uuuh good thing we thought about that." Chuck gave a simple nod to the man. "Now as long as your teleporter still has juice..."
Knowing that Chuck left this pause for a reason the camera-operator responded, "Oh yeah. This is a local transport, shouldn't use up too much. Should have plenty for getting to the other segments and studios." Chuck took in the news and felt a touch relieved. "Toss it up would ya, Dave?" Chuck said, while name dropping the name of the cameraman.
Dave did just that as he tossed down the small orb device towards the ground. It flickered a bright blue light from a central piece on the top. Emerging from the orb was the spherical burst of energy which encapsulated Chuck and Dave.
As long as Dave set the right coordinates, everything would go as planned and the pair would be whisked away to the Ivory Wastes.
Chuck Greene - Ivory Wastes, Athas
Most fortunately for Chuck, Dave did in fact set the right coordinates. The orb appeared between the two, and Dave collected it and began examining it. "Hey Chuck, why don't you do a test-run and I'll set us back to go to, I think you got just a little time before a segment? I'll program this to the Studio."
Chuck simply took the dialogue in wordlessly. His thoughts were being devoted to the examination of the landscape. It certainly was different compared to the vast terrain of sand that he was dealing with before. It was far more jagged.
"Not bad." Chuck remarked noticing that this environment would be far more suitable for motocross racing, due to its inherent obstacles in the very landscape itself. And with that he unleashed the speed of his hover-bike once more.</s>
<|message|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
Castlevania
"Man, flying's always impressive," Kelly said, waving her hand under Raditz. "Yeah, you're good, handsome. But uh... that doesn't smell like pudd-"
Kelly retched a little.
"Oh god. Oh god I can smell rancid milk and rotting meat. J...just come on please."
As the two flew over the horde of shuffling zombies, Kelly's cheeks puffed up further and further. Thankfully, the smell of chlorinated water greeted them as they entered a large room... with the walls painted in a tropical vista as skeletons lazed about in a pool down below. On a marble surface, before a statue of the Virgin Mary (who neither the alien or criminal from a universe where god is a horse dragon thing recognized), a Skeleton had set up a fancy bar and was shaking up drinks. Around the statue, shelves held fine vintage alcohol and old-fashioned iceboxes. A red skeleton sat on a large rock, a bit of white gunk over its nose signifying it as a life guard.
"Urgh... looks like they set up some kinda pool... I'm... I'm gonna get something to settle my stomach."
She tried to sneak around, but a skeleton looked her dead in the eye... and went back to trying to swim. It seemed the skeletons weren't going to start anything just yet. Kelly made her way down to the bar as the skeleton bartender began shaking up something.</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Castlevania
See, Raditz the Saiyan was a man with priorities. Ambitious priorities. And now, his true ambition lied beyond gaining power, beyond usurping Frieza, beyond the defeat of the God of Destruction Beerus. No, this was truly the most ambitious goal of all.
To obtain the legendary pudding.
"Woman!" Raditz called out, still floating amidst the bones that floated in the water that smelled of chemicals. He made zero effort for stealth. "Where are these creatures! I need to slay them immediately!"</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Seiga's Retreat, Unknown
"Mm. Not this one, either.", Seiga mumbled as she tossed a gold ring off onto the rejection pile. Next, she held up a wide, flat brush, of the sort one would use to apply varnish. The hairs were stained black from apparent use, and the bristles had an oddly silky quality about them for such a stiff brush. She swished it experimentally, feeling a twinge of power. Wonderful! Looks like the Teigus hadn't been a total loss after all. It was instinctive, calling upon a basic resonance in her being that wasn't entirely unlike using her chisel. She tapped it slowly with her finger, and the brush began so seep a dull black ink, almost like the sort used in calligraphy. She flicked her wrist, and the brush left a thick, solid line hanging in midair. She touched the line carefully, confirming that it was indeed a solid barrier formed of the brush's paintlike substance. Perfect. Now to dispose of the other ones that hadn't worked- after all, if they weren't of any use to herself, why keep them around?
"Yoshika, dear."
"Huh? Who's there?"
"Could you come here for a moment?"
"Okaaaaay~"
"...Yoshika?"
"Huh? Who's there?"
Seiga pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I'll just bring them over."
A short while later, Yoshika was happily munching away at the magical WMDs, finishing up the book.
"Nyuh-Nyuh"
"Don't speak with your mouth full, dear."
Yoshika swallowed.
"Nyan-Nyan, can I keep this one?", she held up the breastplate with a small gem what looked like a topaz.
"...Certainly, yes. Let me strap it on for you.", Seiga replied.
"Thanks, Nyan-Nyan! You're the best!", Yoshika said cheerfully as her master tightened the breastplate's straps. Had she attuned to it? Could teigus be given to the dead? Was that something that could be done? Seiga pondered these things as she helped the zombie don her new armor.
"After you finish with these, do your exercises, okay?"
"Roger!", Yoshika struggled to give a salute, but the best she could manage was some uncomfortable-sounding popping noises and pivoting her arm about twenty degrees upwards.
As Yoshika did her afternoon calisthenics, Seiga turned towards a different task. The paintbrush, though a nice trinket, would not be enough to defeat Suiki. Seiga needed something with a little more kick to it, something that let her take the offensive. She lit incense, cast bones, and read tea leaves, amassing information bit by bit until she had found her next location.
"Yoshika?"
"Uh huh?"
"I think we'll be paying somebody else a visit. How do you feel about alchemy?"
"Is it a food?"
Seiga chuckled, "It may very well be, my pet."</s>
<|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
Geo just stayed put and listened to what was going on. It made sense that a couple of their teammates had their positions worked out now, but it only made him more curious as to what Saber had in mind for him and Omega-Xis. He turned to see Saber out and caught Gintoki on his way back in. "Oh, hey, you're back," he greeted him.
"Oh! Hey! You're back!" Omega-Xis gruffly greeted to Gintoki as well, "'bout time you got back here. Something weird you out just as much outside as it did inside?"</s>
| <|message|>Blake Belladonna
Blake Belladonna, leaving the museum
While Blake wasn't being rough with the injured Cinder, she wasn't exactly going out of her way to treat her gently. The Dust vials had gone into an empty pouch on her own belt, although she'd hesitated for a second as she picked up the Black Dust. A shiver went down her spine, and she hurriedly put it away too, resolving to hand it over to the UMMA as soon as possible.
The faunus had also winced as she saw Dlanor's wound, but she'd read about the inquisitor's healing capabilities and wasn't quite as worried. She turned to inspect the third member of the small party, her yellow eyes inspecting him cooly now that they weren't in the middle of a battle.
"Are you the only other agent in the area?" She asked Kanji after a moment, raising one eyebrow slightly.</s> |
<|description|>Blake Belladonna
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Slight AU
Universe of Origin: RWBY
Personality: Usually aloof and withdrawn among strangers, Blake only opens up to people she really trusts - a childhood spent under oppression has left her with a cynical, secretive streak. To her friends, though, she is a serious, quietly passionate girl with a hatred of injustice and a love of reading.
Abilities/Weapons:
Gambol Shroud: Blake's signature weapon. It is primarily a short curved sword with pistol built into the handle and a collapsible blade. Its sheath has a second cleaver-like cutting edge, and can be used as a weapon in its own right. Finally, the sword's pommel has a long ribbon attached, allowing it to be used like a flail.
Aura: The "manifestation of the soul", Aura is an energy field that most living beings produce. Once someone has unlocked their Aura, it can be used to shield themselves from harm (acting like a force field that reduces damage taken from attacks) and to power other offensive abilities.
Semblance: A unique personal ability linked to and powered by Aura. Blake's Semblance is called "Shadow" and lets her create short-lived shadow clones. These clones are tangible and can perform basic attacks, but disappear if they move too far from Blake or take even moderate damage. Additionally, Blake can infuse these clones with various elemental properties (fire, ice, earth, etc) by loading Gambol Shroud with special ammunition.
Backstory:
Blake is a Faunus, a minority species on her home world characterised by animal-like traits (in Blake's case, a pair of cat ears she usually keeps hidden under her bow). Faced with racial prejudice from the world's human population, Blake was a member of a faunus rights group called the White Fang from an early age. Over the years, however, the group slowly radicalised, changing from a peaceful protest movement into a violent anti-human terrorist organisation. Blake was swept up in this decline, using her fighting skills to further the cause, until a moment of realisation in her mid teens prompted her to leave the group.
Seeking to change the world in a more positive way and atone for her complicity with the White Fang's crimes, she enrolled at Beacon Academy, a fighting school dedicated to training her world's renowned monster-hunters. She spent several years at Beacon, making many fast friends and honing her skills, and was eventually forced to confront her past when the White Fang resurfaced as part of a plot against the school.
She was introduced to the multiverse shortly after she graduated and became a fully-fledged Huntress. She stumbled across evidence of a covert UMMA-SE skirmish while patrolling her home world and tracked the groups down, eventually helping the UMMA agents deal with the Shadow Eternity presence. She was offered a place as her world's UMMA agent and accepted.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails - Outside of Castle Tepes
Tails had really no idea where he was at all he was legitimately lost and he had no idea where he was but he knew it wasn't anywhere close to home so he decided if he couldn't pinpoint exactly where he was he was going to have to handle the situation as best as he could he could see that the place where he was now is inhabited and could see a castle in the distance and some people talking so he knew this place must be somewhat civilized but he always came back to the fact that he had no idea where he was.
Tails kicked a rock in anger.
"Stupid me!"
Tails grumbled to himself, he knew that this was going to be something that he was going to have to figure out himself but he also didn't feel inclined to return to his home.
He knew he was on a different plane of existence but he didn't know which one so Tails just sat there getting aggravated and muttering in anger to himself.
Tails knew he was hopeless but that wasn't the reason he was upset it was because he was all alone in a place full of people and things that he doesn't know.
Tears ran down his cheeks as he sat on the ground and then he started crying because he didn't know where he was and he was surrounded by strangers and he had no one to talk to or relate with.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto
The Twice-Betrayer, Foecrusher
How typical; the brainless thug was attempting to direct what everyone else would be doing and trying to assert its superiority through force of arms. Not that the plan was entirely without merit--except for the flaw in pointlessly assailing a defensive position whilst trying to undermine it to create a breach--but the brute behind it was far too full of itself.
"A plan reliant on the survival of a single beast is inherently flawed in its premise, especially because your plan assumes that getting a small force inside would be sufficient to storm a castle," the ex-paladin stated, looking at the umber hulk with disinterest. It was burly, for certain, but not so durable that its survival could be relied upon. Kerri had, in the past, killed a more exemplary specimen, "Forgetting that, as a castle, it was built with defence in mind, and this plan would allow all the defenders to retreat unharmed to block a small tunnel. A better plan of action would be to create a large breach in the defences--such as by tunnelling and then collapsing as much of a wall as possible.
"Sorcerous protection might render such an approach invalid, and a better use for that creature's ability to dig would be to break through the gates." Or its gaze could just confuse the defenders; that was a good backup.
Kerri lifted up the curved blade, just in case the green thing carried through with its attempt at mutiny, and looked at it closely, "I would advise against issuing threats in the future, I will not be so accommodating a second time."
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Misaka Mikoto
With everyone else having gone through whilst the Railgun was still behind the podium, it was at least clear that the strange gateway was pretty safe. So, with no fanfare aside from taking hold of the lost girl's hand to lead her through, Misaka followed the others to this 'Pensee' place.</s>
<|message|>Cinder Fall
Nono, Castle Tepes
Nono continued to listen calmly as Saber went through the defensive plans for the castle, addressing each member of the group and telling them where to go and what they could do to defend this place. They'd be a spread a bit thin if there was a large attack, but they were all strong enough that they could handle it. At least, she was fairly certain of that, since she couldn't judge what the Shadow Eternity might throw at them next.
"Of course Onee-sama," she said with a nod and a smile. "You can count on me." And that was said with all the determination that it deserved, since she expected as much. She would do what she could to protect this place and fight off any attackers, and she would not let Saber down. Any attackers would have another thing coming, that much was for sure.
That said she returned to waiting for Saber to finish so they could move on with their preparations. They had the time, and once it was set up then they would be able to deal with whatever might be coming. So she was confident in her chances.
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Misaka 10032, Academy City
With Marisa back in custody the situation was rapidly resolved, Touma's involvement no longer needed or required. It certainly could have turned out worse, and this time there had been no significant property damage either. That immediately put it above several other incidents in Academy City's recent history, though the new arrivals wouldn't know about that to be sure.
She nodded back to Kakine before giving her attention to the unfortunate boy in front of her. "Until next time," she said as a goodbye before heading off after the others, alert for any more breakout attempts and keeping the Sisters in reserve as they headed for the Windowless Building to meet with Aleister.
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Ilyasviel von Einzbern, Foecrusher
Okay, so maybe the argument wouldn't be over that fast. Well, there were some good points presented as well, and she certainly hadn't given it much thought before. So now Ilyasviel found herself sitting up to keep better track of the situation, before it turned into a fight or something. She wasn't going to caught unawares.
So she added her piece to this business. "Well, when it comes to magical defenses we've got me and Mr. Crazy over there to take care of it," she said, gesturing over to Rasputin. The guy was a creep, but he might be useful in this case. There was only one way to find out really, and she wasn't hinging all her hopes on that at the end of the day.
With that said, she turned to the other matter, that of breaking through the defenses. "I don't suppose anyone knows how the previous attacks went off," she asked, looking around. "That could help us figure out what they're expecting from us." That was all she was willing to say for now, while the three of them argued it out.
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Cinder Fall, Museum World
Cinder sighed as she walked along, ignoring the crackling flames around her as the fire department finally got around to putting out the museum fire that she had started. Well, that had taken long enough. Someone wasn't doing a very good job here, were they?
At the same time, she listened to the ongoing conversation while noting the vial of black Dust that Blake had taken. Well, here was hoping that she could handle it. Or rather, couldn't. It was dangerous and powerful, and who knew what might happen before it could be safely disposed of?
"I wish it was as easy for me to get competent help," she said before coughing, a slight shudder running through her form in the process before she straightened up as if nothing had been wrong. But she knew that wasn't the case. It was very unfortunate, but there was nothing to do about it, not now. She would not play the rest of her hand just yet.</s>
<|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Da Foekrusha
"I'z figgr'd you'z humies were used to sluggin' it out, like da gitz back 'ome. But, If'n ya don't wants ta jus hit da frunt, go ahead 'n' split up, just keep em dis'strak'd." So long as they weren't in the way when the Kommando reached the Eye, the finer details were hardly an issue.
Now, as for the armoured humie's complaints. "Ya know, if'n ya wants to bust a gate open or krakk a wall, I'z k'n fink uv a betta way to do it." Reaching into his backpack, the Ork withdrew an odd-looking red cylinder: a Melta Bomb.
"See dis? It'z wunna da few fings da humies back 'ome made dat's wurth nickin'. I'z can't show ya 'ere, but it'z proppa killy, 'n' it can melt just abowt anyfing, frum plasteel beems to wunna dem humie 'Bayneblaydes.' Plant a few a dese at da wallz, 'n' dey'll fall proppa fast."
"As fer da gate, I'z got sumfing spesshul fer dat." Delving into the pack once again, Arragoz withdrew an ungodly contraption which resembled a number of Orkoid hand grenades wired together and slaved to a single pin.
"Say 'ello to da Super Stikkbomb. Krumps humie trukks 'n' tanks just fine, 'n' I don't fink sum fancy door iz gunna be much 'arder dan that. Since I'z gonna be sneakin' in," The Greenskin paused mid-sentence, and proceeded to toss it to the armoured humie. "You'z gets ta use it. While I know you'z humies ain't very kunnin', it shuldn't be 'ard fer ya to figger out. Just pull da pin, 'n' throw da uvver part."
When the armoured humie decided to threaten Arragoz, he simply sneered, and responded in kind.
"Dat'z a proppa good joke, humie. You'z gotz any more?"</s>
<|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
"Yes, ma'am. That sounds suitable to me." The young boy stood at attention and saluted to Saber. He figured that little extra flair would help him sound a bit more serious. A serious defense operation like this required a serious defense operative, after all. But, seriously, he had no problems with guarding out the interior of the castle. He wasn't some top grade martial artist or samurai, just a kid with a gun. And plenty of weapons to change that gun into. Running people down in a castle was fine for him. As for being paired with Gintoki...
Honestly, Gintoki didn't seem particularly reliable here if he was willing to ditch the whole mission, but he knows that the guy can pack a mean punch in that wooden sword of his. ...How exactly he can do that is still a mystery to him, but it's for that reason that he's willing to go ahead with it.
Omega-Xis had just as many qualms with this set-up as Geo. Which is to say, barely any. He knows they don't have giant huge missiles or laser beams or anything (at least not without the meteor server, but that's long gone) to pick off enemies from the outside, but he could hold the inside well if they aren't getting flooded. He was just as skeptical about being paired with Gintoki, however, but he figured he could just pick up the silver perm's slack if he fell behind. He could feel it in his... wave... parts. The part of the wave that gives him intuition. The... Bah, what he's getting at here is, "So long as we get to go buck wild on folks, I think it's fine too!"</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
"Well and good," Lucina said to Kakine. She put her arms akimbo and tapped her foot, realizing that she had no way of knowing from where Marisa had come, and how to tell which of the items were [actually] hers. (There was mention of the sheer number of items that Marisa owned; Lucina would cross that bridge when she got there.)
Lucina approached the suspended Marisa and caught her attention with a wave. "Ma'am," Lucina called. "Do you mind telling me where you had left your belongings before you were apprehended?"</s>
| <|message|>Blake Belladonna
Blake Belladonna, Museum world
Blake's eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at the taller boy, frowning at his response and the cnfusion on his face. "I thought - You're not with the UMMA?" She asked, a little incredulous. "What were you doing in the museum, then? I thought we cleared all teh civilians out."</s> |
<|description|>Blake Belladonna
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Slight AU
Universe of Origin: RWBY
Personality: Usually aloof and withdrawn among strangers, Blake only opens up to people she really trusts - a childhood spent under oppression has left her with a cynical, secretive streak. To her friends, though, she is a serious, quietly passionate girl with a hatred of injustice and a love of reading.
Abilities/Weapons:
Gambol Shroud: Blake's signature weapon. It is primarily a short curved sword with pistol built into the handle and a collapsible blade. Its sheath has a second cleaver-like cutting edge, and can be used as a weapon in its own right. Finally, the sword's pommel has a long ribbon attached, allowing it to be used like a flail.
Aura: The "manifestation of the soul", Aura is an energy field that most living beings produce. Once someone has unlocked their Aura, it can be used to shield themselves from harm (acting like a force field that reduces damage taken from attacks) and to power other offensive abilities.
Semblance: A unique personal ability linked to and powered by Aura. Blake's Semblance is called "Shadow" and lets her create short-lived shadow clones. These clones are tangible and can perform basic attacks, but disappear if they move too far from Blake or take even moderate damage. Additionally, Blake can infuse these clones with various elemental properties (fire, ice, earth, etc) by loading Gambol Shroud with special ammunition.
Backstory:
Blake is a Faunus, a minority species on her home world characterised by animal-like traits (in Blake's case, a pair of cat ears she usually keeps hidden under her bow). Faced with racial prejudice from the world's human population, Blake was a member of a faunus rights group called the White Fang from an early age. Over the years, however, the group slowly radicalised, changing from a peaceful protest movement into a violent anti-human terrorist organisation. Blake was swept up in this decline, using her fighting skills to further the cause, until a moment of realisation in her mid teens prompted her to leave the group.
Seeking to change the world in a more positive way and atone for her complicity with the White Fang's crimes, she enrolled at Beacon Academy, a fighting school dedicated to training her world's renowned monster-hunters. She spent several years at Beacon, making many fast friends and honing her skills, and was eventually forced to confront her past when the White Fang resurfaced as part of a plot against the school.
She was introduced to the multiverse shortly after she graduated and became a fully-fledged Huntress. She stumbled across evidence of a covert UMMA-SE skirmish while patrolling her home world and tracked the groups down, eventually helping the UMMA agents deal with the Shadow Eternity presence. She was offered a place as her world's UMMA agent and accepted.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails liked Aegis so he nodded at what Aegis had said and went over to him as they walked to the Kitchen and he began talking with him.
"Where do you come from?"
Tails asked looking up at Aegis, with curiosity and wonder he wanted to know where Aegis was from because Tails wanted to learn of the names of the different places he knew he could probably make a device that could transport people to different planes but it would take a while and Tails began to think he would probably be stuck here for a while and also Tails wondered if this gem could possibly be a Chaos Emerald or something like it he might be able to use the Gem for something and he expected Aegis would as well.
Tails pulled at Aegis's pant leg and stopped him for a second quick enough so Shivani would not hear and Tails flew up to ear level with Aegis so he could whisper.
"I think you probably are interested in this Gem as I am so if we could ever get our hands on it I could help you with whatever situation you are in Aegis!"
And Tails landed quietly hurrying along with Aegis, Tails looked up at him and smiled and talked normally again.
"We could be a good team even though I am short and not very strong I am very skilled in mechanics and repairs I could improve that Keyblade of yours if you wanted maybe tweak with it a little"
Tails voice trailed off as he inspected the Keyblade and he looked at its prongs that usually fit into each lock but then looked at the part where you could hold the Keyblade, Tails thought he could probably add a small device that he could probably attach to the hilt or whatever Aegis called the part that he could hold the weapons and make it so it could conduct electricity so the weapon would have an electrical hit when an enemy was hit with it or he could manufacture a smaller Keyblade for himself if he could have a closer look at the weapon if Aegis let him and Tails could probably make many more things if he had more tools in his tool belt.
He sighed and looked around they were nearing the Kitchen and he began wondering if they had a workshop in this Castle.</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Castle Tepes
Saber gave a nod in respect to the agreements with her rulings. She had hoped she properly judged the combat roles of her allies correctly, and as neither of them had said anything to contradict what she had assigned to them she felt that she had indeed made the appropriate judgements based on their capabilities. For herself, the answer was obvious. While it was unlikely she would use the full powered function of her Noble Phantasm, for fear of harming allies or causing extensive damage to the castle, she could fight without fear of damaging the building outdoors, in addition to utilizing the lower-powered capabilities of Excalibur.
... It was obvious even to her that Gintoki seemed displeased, but he did not protest, either. Perhaps he didn't like the position but agreed that he would be useful there? Or...
Saber hesitated for a moment. "... I will be taking a position outside of the castle... Gintoki, if you believe you may be more useful in another location..."
Castle Tepes
The vampiric Queen paused for a moment, only a moment, when she ran across some of the newcomers to her castle. It was... some guy with an enormous key, a cat-like woman, and... a... kitsune? No, kitsune normally used their human-like forms. Queen Tepes had been to their lands before and met several of the youkai(it was around the time she had hired her yuki-onna maid, Rei). So... it was some kind of fox creature. It didn't take a genius to guess that these were probably foreigners to her reality. Quite a few of the maids, of various kinds, were peering at them with no small amount of confusion.
"... You seem to be lost, if you're in my castle without my consent," the child vampire began, slowly approaching, "I can hardly imagine what put you here without my awareness."
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
Marisa grumbled under her breath as she was reeled in and put into handcuffs. Jeez, she just wanted to dress the tiny girl up, what was the harm in that? It wasn't even a lie, this time she actually wasn't intending to steal anything... Immediately! ... Not that she lied anyway nope Kirisame Marisa was the straight edge of truth who never once lied to anyone and anyone who said otherwise was the liar, not Marisa! And now her broom was gone, too... how was she supposed to go looking like a witch if she couldn't even have a broom? Jeez...
If she could fold her arms, she definitely could! But instead she went for pouting as she walked along.
"... Why does he wanna see me, anyway?" Marisa asked, inclining her head to the side. "Am I so awesome he knows about me too?"
Black Rock Shooter - Pensee
The otherself straightened, shaking her head slightly. The sensation of travelling between the two worlds was disorienting, she felt off-balance for a few moments, and her vision swam. It was, in fact, more offputting then the first time she had traveled through a wormhole from her home to the desert. Soon the strange feelings abated, and she could clearly see her surroundings. It was a western medieval town, one not unlike something that could be seen in some form of light fantasy. There were native beings to this world surrounding them, humans who looked completely stunned and confused by their presence as Black Rock Shooter tested her legs on the cobblestone street. She glanced behind her, and was surprised to see that the portal appeared to have followed. Indeed, there was a similar structure to the one that had been in the desert, now standing in the square.
The little blonde girl based through the portal with Mikoto, looking around in awe at her surroundings. She did not seem so adversely effected by the rapid transit, somehow. Instead, she quickly shot to her feet, tugging on Mikoto's hand.
"This is so much better than that desert!" she declared, "There's no... weird idiots... Pensee seems great! I think I might actually be glad you woke me up now!"
She turned to Mikoto, giving her a wide smile.
It was about then that the image of the desert inside the portal faded away entirely. The lights on this version's console died, as well, flickering out.
Dlanor A. Knox - The Museum World
Dlanor paused outside of the museum, a safe distance away. The fires were being quelled by this point, the fire team doing their best to save as many artifacts as they could. Some of the disaster systems had come online and saved some of the works inside of it, but others had sadly perished in the blaze.
Thankfully, there were no causalities.
The UMMA base was dispatching its guards. There was an individual in some kind of small mecha, completely obscured from view, a robed girl with a glittering staff, a man with an enormous sword crackling with electriciy, and several soldiers of varying appearance armed with various weapons. A chamber is rolled along with them, the interior fitted with various clamps.
Clearly, it was intended for transport of a high-threat prisoner.
Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher
To be honest, this kind of thing wasn't exactly unexpected from an ork... still, the katana-wielding woman had hoped things would be a bit smoother then this. To be fair to him, he seemed to have thought this out more then she had initially expected. Still... it was a good opportunity, however, to open the plan up for further discussion. After all, the goal was no to minimal casualties and the capture of the Eye of the Serpent. Then they'd be well on their way to completing Nidhogg once they achieved it. The next step would be getting the control module and the control throne...
"The previous attempts to take the Eye ended, well... there was no bloodshed, but let's just say our soldiers were a little bit embarrassed after being throne out of the castle by a bunch of maids," she explained, "They're a lot stronger then they appear, which is why we're going with a much larger force now. As for large exoskeletoned fellow, he seems quite effective, but... well, if something goes wrong, we can't rely on him, as was stated previously. I feel it's best to have multiple alternative plans rather then simply relying on a single one."
The Leader - Shadow Eternity HQ
The Leader inclined her head to the side quietly for a moment. There was little else to do in the end, and therefore all that could be said was...
"Take it. It's yours."
As if on cue, the soul flared slightly, burning brighter for a moment before dying down.</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails-Castle Tepes
When the scary looking vampiric lady approached Tails was slightly afraid but he stopped and he let her approach all of them, and he suspected that she was the Queen of this castle so Tails formally made a slight bow to her.
Then looked up at her and replied to her.
"Well I am sorry you Highness we should have requested consent to enter you castle,"
He said innocently then continued explaining.
"I had no clue where I was and I met these two on my way here and I am just trying to figure out where I am your Highness and I can not explain my presence in your domain because I can't remember what happened before I appeared here!"
Tails finished explaining and he looked up at the Queen with question in his eyes, because for a Vampire she didn't seem very evil but the liked that.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes
Her ears twitched as she heard the pair whispering. She sighed as she stopped and, just as she was about to turn, she heard footsteps. She looked in the direction of them to see a young girl, obviously a vampire. After Tails spoke, Shivani stepped forward to bow. "My apologies. We are new to this land. I had originally landed in the kitchens with a pair of men where we scared a few of the maids. One of them mentioned a stone that I intend to protect from men I know are going after it for their own evil wishes." She put her helmet back on as she looked at the girl. "It's the least I could do."</s>
| <|message|>Blake Belladonna
Blake Belladonna, Museum world
"Crawled out of the..." Blake trailed off and pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes for a moment in the face of the boy's cocky grin. Was he completely ignorant of the multiverse? Had he only just dimension-hopped? And he'd just... jumped into the burning museum anyway?
"Well, that's... commendable." She said after a moment, sighing slightly. "What's your name? And where are you from?"
As the group paused, Blake turned to look back at the museum, frowning sadly as her hair and bow flapped in the hot wind. The loss of all that information sent a flash of outrage through her chest, and she shot a small glare at Cinder. Another crime to lay at her feet, hers and the group she'd been fighting. As the UMMA squad headed their way, she pointedly gestured towards the holding chamber with her weapon.
"Inside. And don't even think about trying anything."</s> |
<|description|>Blackout
Age:
Unknown, possibly millions of years.
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Blackout | Blackout Vehicle | Scorponok
Canon, AU, or OC?:
Cannon
Universe of Origin:
Transformers (2007 live action movie)
Personality:
Blackout has been described as the "hound" of Megatron. This stemmed from the fact he was always looming behind his leader, silent and waiting for his orders. His specialty is in tracking down and eliminating targets that his lord Megatron designates, and he will not stop until they are fulfilled. Another facet of Blackouts personality would be his distrust in his comrades, as he constantly is trying to detect plots against his leader. Although the massive Decepticon may seem far from stealthy, he can be quite sneaky at times. He is very skilled at using his companion, Scorponok to fulfill missions or eavesdrop on enemies.
Abilities/Weapons:
Blackout often fulfills the role of a transport for his comrades due to his large size. For this reason, he is very well defended. He is armed with a missile launcher, flares, 2 arm-mounted Gatling cannons and two Energy cannons, a chest-mounted laser cannon, as well as the ability to disrupt electronics via EMP blasts. He also can detach his tail rotor blades as a close-combat weapon. He also carries the Cybertronian scorpion, Scorponok. He usually sends his companion out to hunt down any survivors from his attacks (please note that Scorponok is currently not with Blackout at the moment. He's still hiding in the desert where he was defeated). When forced to, Blackout has no qualms using his arsenal combined with his massive size and stature to completely overpower his opponents.
Backstory:
Once a member of the Cybertronian Defense Force, he ended up becoming one of Megatron's most trustable soldiers. After Megatron left to pursue the Allspark, he was placed under Starscream's command. He didn't get along with the air commander, as he viewed his superior to be a threat to his true leader. In a way, he was very right, as Starscream had no interest in trying to locate Megatron.
As the Decepticons arrived on Earth, Blackout eliminated several bases and attempted to hack into the local Earth's defense systems in order to locate their leader, who had landed on the planet hundreds of years ago. However, his infiltration was interrupted after the base commander cut the hard lines to the server, cutting him off from his leader's location. He proceeded to eliminate the base, and even launched Scorponok to hunt down a small group of survivors.
Later, Blackout took part in the battle at Mission City, and attempted to kill the human boy who was carrying the Allspark. He then fell back for a short time, before coming to his master's aid as he fought the Autobot leader. However, as he was focused on targeting Prime, the human soldiers that Scorponok had failed to kill managed to finish him off, along with the assistance of some human jets. He then collapsed the ground as his spark failed and he went offline ... or so the Autobots/humans believed.
Faction:
Shadow Eternity</s>
<|message|>Clifford "Cliff" Nobles
"Here here!" Cliff said, practically smacking Pious' hands with the document he'd found entirely through dumb luck, while trying to loot the place no less, and that he only superficially understood. "I'm not really sure what it says to do but it sounds important and easy. See? Says "Red Queen" right there. My genius searching skills are the best in the world! Wait didn't Wizard say something about Red Queen too?". Without waiting for an answer, he handed the soldier the document to read and crammed himself between Hampus and Arby's to look at the monitors, trying to find Hampus' discovery and failing to do so. "Hey where's the queen at?"</s>
<|message|>Guts
Guts - Leviathan's Belly
Of all the creatures inhabiting the leviathan's belly, the legged shark packs were arguably the most fearsome and noble. Wild predators unbound by things like anatomical constraints, these were an apex predator to be reckoned with. This particular pack of four was adept at hunting down lost wanderers who found themselves trapped in this infernal sack; their leader bore a scar over his eye.
One's face fell in half down the middle as Guts dropped down, chopping the beast into a pair of oversized fillets. Their pack leader defeated, the remaining three leaped in for a three pronged attack, only to have a horizontal swing slice their jaws and torsos in twain. Guts speared a half, and toted it back to the fire he'd built out of planks ripped from some boat called the Mary something or other.
The Black Swordsman licked his lips as juices and grease ran down, searing the flames. The Brand was going off like crazy nonstop, but he was pretty sure that wasn't demons so much as this entire dimension in general. On the other hand, he was curious as to what other salvage he'd find. At the very least, he'd eat this shark before staging his escape.</s>
<|message|>Shockwave
Shockwave's Private Laboratory - Shadow Eternity HQ
Shockwave was still clinkering with his tools when he suddenly heard a small squeak behind him. He paused for a few short seconds and laid his tools on the table and slightly peers back.
"*Sigh...* Charlotte." he sighs in a slightly annoyed yet calm tone and turns towards her, revealing his grand mechanical body. He then slowly approaches her.
"How many times must I tell you..." he continues in an imposingly calm tone, "Do not enter my lab without my permission."
As he stops right in front of her, he then goes on one knee. His right hand was balled into a fist, but instead of proceeding with a violent act of aggression he slowly un-grips his fist, revealing a small slice of cheese in his hand. He slowly brings his hand towards Charlotte and shows her the cheese.
"And please do not eat my supplies as well..." Shockwave finishes in yet a higher-pitched and more friendly voice (Tribute to Shockwave's G1/Animated voice!).</s>
<|message|>Kal-El (Superman) Age: Unknown (Appears to be in his late twenties) Gender: Male
Shadow Eternity HQ, The Lounge
Somewhere, on an unknown world in the middle of some forgotten jungle, a monolithic structure stood tall in the light of day. The headquarters for the most diabolical group of super-criminals the Multiverse had ever known. So vast were their numbers and so enigmatic were their goals that surely no one could stand in their way. A powerful, nigh unstoppable army, with forces stretching across the cosmos. A presence so powerful that if it were to clash with its nemesis organization, UMMA, the very foundation of the Multiverse itself would shake. More blood would be shed during that all-encompassing war than all blood shed before then combined.
Yet, this is not a tale of war and strife and bloodshed.
This is a tale about a man.
A man like no other, one might say. A being so powerful he is capable of creating life with but a stroke of his pencil. A man who claims to have fought against the gods themselves, and lived to tell the tale. A man so unique that there are entire universes full of people who look just like him. Said people are also more interesting, strong, and heroic than this man. He is a man that no one loves. This is the tale of a man.
A man...
Who has nothing better to do than drink alcohol all day and watch television.
In the dark bowels of the darkest hallways of the darkest building upon the darkest world, the darkest man sat among his peers. An entire row of individuals who, at a glance, are nothing alike. Upon closer inspection one may find that they have only one thing in common: they really like to bet. Around thirty individuals sat in various cushioned couches, chairs, and bean bags, gathered around a massive television set that spanned the entire wall. The room's lights were dimmed to allow for a better viewing experience. A waitress and her male counterpart were constantly serving beverages and sustenance to the crowd of rowdy brigands and thugs.
"OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" A giant rockman cried, jumping out of his seat and into the air.
"WHAT?!" A human woman yelled out in angry."Seriously? That's total bull!"
Upon the screen, a giant lizard man stood triumphant over a cyborg ninja. They seemed to be in some kind of arena, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of screaming fans.
"Come on, Sasha. Pay up." Rockman said smugly. The woman huffed, pulling a hundred credits out of her pocket and slapping them into the Rockman's fist."A pleasure doing business with you." He said. The Rockman then sat back, put his feet up, and began counting his money.
The cyborg ninja was promptly dragged out of the arena. A fat, black-scaled creature with stumpy legs and four arms waddled in and took its stop in the corner of the ring. The Lizard man laughed at his opponent before returning to his own side and waiting for the bell.
"I've got two hundred down for Crocmore." The Rockman said confidently, retaining his previous position."Nobody's goin' to bet you on that, Sid-" A bald, blue creature mocked."I'll take that bet." Wassi announced, taking a swig of his bottle filled with a sickly green liquid.
The bell rang, and Crocmore and his opponent came out of their corners...
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Superman picked up the alien pirate and slung him over his blue and red clad shoulder. He stepped out of the cargo bay, turning to look down the hall as Ridge rounded the corner. Superman's new companion held the pilot firmly in his arms."Come on, let's get these two outside." The UMMA agent and his new-found ally swiftly exited the damaged and burning craft, placing the two unconscious pilots down next to their compatriots."Can you carry all of them on your own?" To this, Ridge nodded. Superman then turned around and effortlessly lifted up the cargo hatch, closing it with a single hand and locking it back in place.
The Kryptonian then flew underneath the alien vessel, placing both hands palms-up on its underside hull. He then pushed upwards, while at the same time taking flight. Kal-El lifted off from the ground, spaceship held above him, when he addressed Ridge."Come here. Superman commanded. Ridge flew up to meet the UMMA agent."Grab the metal box off of my belt. Okay, now hold onto me. Right, hit the button. No, the big one." The pair of heroes then disappeared in a flash of light, followed closely by a massive thundering sound echoing across the planet.
Yaggdrasil, various
Ridge and Superman were now inexplicably floating in the reaches of space. In front of them, a massive structure floated between the very dimensions of the Multiverse."We call it Yggdrasil." Superman explained to his silent companion."It's UMMA's base of operations. Come on, I'll drop you off in the hands of the staff before I deal with the pirates. The cape-clad crusader and his time watch wielding associate made their way into Yggdrasil's hangar.
Almost immediately they were greeted by security guards and engineers alike. Kal set the starship down in the proper, designated location before turning to address the attendants. "This is Ridge." Kal motioned towards Ridge. "I found him on one of our client worlds. He claims to have experience with the Multiverse, though I am unaware to what degree. I'd like to note that he volunteered to assist me in capturing these pirates. I'll have my full report filed and sent to my superior within the next twenty four hours. One more thing, the pirates might require some minor medical attention." What Superman meant by this is that all of them had a plethora of broken bones, bruises, and scars.
"Is there anything else you require of me?"</s>
| <|message|>Blackout
Blackout - Shadow Eternity Base, Main Hangar:
Blackout was silent for the rest of the trip. He had chosen not to respond, but the insect brought up a good point. Sure, they could destroy this enemy, but how many resources would be needed to be used up to complete the objective. Would the cost of annihilating them outweigh the benefit?
When he finally returned to base, the massive Decepticon helicopter took a bit to get the alignments correct. Blackout landed similarly to how he had taken off, choosing to fly in and then power down his rotors once his wheels were firmly on the ground. This had caused a tremendous amount of noise and wind to go through the hangar, even causing some items nearer to him to fall over. Nevertheless, once he had landed properly the engines slowed down and the rotors started to decrease in speed. Due to his size, he would have to trust the organic to go and communicate with their superiors. Of course, the idea of even trusting an organic disgusted him, but he had no choice.</s> |
<|description|>Arragoz Plizgin
Age: Unknown. If one was to the ask the Ork directly, the answer would either be 'Lots' or a series of unintelligible grunts.
Gender: One uv' da Boyz.
Appearance: Ya din't see dis, cuz I'z too sneaky.
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40k.
Personality: As a Kommando, Arragoz displays a level of kunnin' uncharacteristic to most Orks. Rather than simply charge into battle while yelling 'Waaagh!,' he prefers to sneak up on the 'stoopid humies', plant a few explosives here and there, before proceeding to shoot, stab, and explode his way out of whatever situation he got himself stuck into. In the event he is outmatched, or 'has uvva fings to do' according to Arragoz, he will promptly unload as many explosives as physically possible, set them off, and use the chaos to cover his retreat. Truly, a master tactician.
Despite this, he is still an Ork, and will gladly get stuck in wiff da Boyz in a proppa fight. He is also quite fond of nickin' weapons, armour, and shiny fings in general, especially off of humies.
Abilities/Weapons:
Slugga: Arragoz' prized slugga, while poorly made by the standards of most civilizations, is both reliable and incredibly effective in the hands of a proppa Ork Boy. With the Ork's latent Waaagh! field keeping it in working order, and the almost nonsensical volume of fire it can produce more than making up for its poor accuracy, it has served as Arragoz' preferred tool for krumpin' unsuspectin' gitz.
Choppa(s): In the unlikely event that the hailstorm of bullets from his Slugga fails to do the job, Arragoz will be more than happy to fall back on his tried and true choppa. If that still fails to kill something, he will use his second choppa (which also doubles as a knuckleduster), for double the choppin'.
Stikkbombs and other 'Splodey Fings: Arragoz carries a variety of explosives on his person, ranging from simple grenades and mines to shaped charges and melta bombs.
Stikkbomb Types
Stikkbombs - Most common and basic type, these are the Ork equivalents of Imperial frag grenades.
Krak Stikkbombs - Rarer version analogous to Imperial krak grenades and used against enemy vehicles.
Stunbombs - Basically the Orky version of a flashbang.
Stinkbombs - These are made from cultured fungus and other unsavoury substances and release clouds of noxious green vapour. The resulting stench is beyond description, having significant effect on any non-Orkoid with a sense of smell.
Fungus Gas Bomb - Releases a gas cloud of very old, fermented fungus. While harmless to an Ork, it is poisonous to almost all other living creatures.
Firey Stikkbombs - Filled with flammable liquids, these stikkbombs are used to cover a target area in flames.
Smokey Stikkbombs - Functions in a similar manner to a smoke grenade. Good for making 'taktikul retreats.'
Goo-bomb - Contains a sticky greenish-black ooze made from the fermented leftovers of dead squigs. Upon exploding, the surrounding area will be coated in the substance, thoroughly trapping those hit. However, the effect is temporary, for the ooze will eventually dry out, allowing any victims to break free with relative ease.
Buzz-bombs - A rather unusual type of bomb, a small swarm of carnivorous Buzzer Squigs is trapped inside. Detonation will release the swarm, which will almost immediately proceed to devour anyone or anything caught in the general area.
Super Stikkbombs - An 'upgraded' version of the standard Krak Stikkbomb, they are essentially a large number of their smaller cousins wired together in order to make a much larger explosion.
Da otha' stuff
Landmines - Pretty self-explanatory.
Tankbusta Bombs - Heavy magnetic discs the size and shape of manhole covers. They are directional and are used when Stikkbombs simply aren't sufficient to destroy something. They're attached to the vehicles by magnetic clamps and detonated with deadly efficiency.
Melta Bombs - Presumably stolen from an Imperial Armoury, these deadly contraptions explode with intense thermal energy, effectively melting the target with microwave radiation. However, their range is infamously short, requiring them to be directly attached to a target in order to be effective. It is also worth noting that they possess an integral timer which can be set for up to one hour.
As one of the countless greenskins which make up the dreaded Green Tide of the forty-first millennium, Arragoz possesses a number of traits that make him into an excellent fighter. His tough hide and semi-fungal physiology make him immensely difficult to harm, and even when he does suffer an injury, it will likely do little to impede him. An Ork can easily survive being dismembered or even decapitated, and just about anything short of extreme trauma or outright disintegration. In short, he is, as Orks often say, Ded 'Ard.
Paired with this immense degree of durability is an exceptional level of strength, allowing Arragoz to easily overpower normal humans and hold his own against a 'Spess Muhrine.' However, it is worth noting that, like any proppa Ork, Arragoz is in a bizarre state of authority-fuelled growth. So long as he remains the biggest and strongest Ork in the area (not exactly a difficult task, given the circumstances), he will continue to slowly get bigger, greener, and meaner, eventually ascending to Nob status and beyond.
Due to his race being genetically engineered by the Old Ones to serve as soldiers that could be mass-produced on a moment's notice, Arragoz' brain contains a wealth of instinctive knowledge regarding both the waging of war and the crafting, operation, and maintenance of his wargear. Combined with his experience as a Kommando, this makes Arragoz 'da best there is at wut he does.'
Backstory: As an Ork of the Blood Axes clan, Arragoz spent his early life fightin', winnin', and lootan', as most Orks are wont to do. However, as time passed, he began to exhibit a particular fondness for being kunnin' and sneaky, even more so than the average Blood Axe Boy. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Arragoz to find himself working with a unit of Kommandos, where his talents could be put to proper use. The next several years were also spent fightin', winnin', and lootan', but in a sneaky 'n' kunnin' way.
Eventually, a crack team of Kommandos, one of which was Arragoz, and a few Mekboys were chosen by Warboss Mardrug to partake in 'Da Great Titanheist.' As the name implied, they were to sneak onto the forge world of Canto II, which had recently been attacked by a Tyranid splinter fleet, and nick a Warlord-class Titan called the Wrath of Caseopea while nobody was looking. The first few parts of the plan went exceptionally well, with the forge world's inhabitants being none the wiser as they snuck on board the Titan. Well, with the exception of the Titan's crew, but they didn't really count, since the Orks shot them before they could do anything.
Unfortunately, that was the point where things started to go wrong. When the Meks jump-started the fusion reactor, the machine spirit of the Wrath of Caseopea was a tad grumpy. Because they had slaughtered the Titan's crew, the Orks had no way of actually controlling the Titan. A minor oversight on their part, obviously. Arragoz and the other Boyz were carried along for the ride as the confused and enraged Titan went on a rampage across the forge world, prior to overloading its own reactor and violently exploding. Despite this spectacular failure, Arragoz 'died' happy, knowing that he got to see such a massive boom before the end. However, instead of going up to the big green Waaagh! in the sky, where he could spend eternity fightin' and winnin' with Gork and Mork, the Ork found himself transported to an unknown location, surrounded by some weird-looking humies.
Before he had the chance to shake off his confusion and start krumpin' gitz, the group explained that if he were to aid them in their endeavours, he would be greatly rewarded. Arragoz asked if he'd get to 'fight fings,' to which they said yes. It was all the convincing he needed.
Faction: Shadow Eternity.</s>
<|message|>Dio Brando
Dio sighed and shook his head, glancing at the projectile that was just shot. He would have preferred staying in top condition, but...
"Shame that you're such a great fighter..." he trailed off before glaring at Carver's position. Using 'The World' to launch him closer to Carver, Dio kicked the chargind weapon in Carver's hand, forcing it to simultaneously break and discharge, blowing off Dio's leg as he used the momentum to catch Carver's arm mid-swing with one arm. As the blade dug into his shoulder, Dio punched through the armor near Carver's neck and jabbed his fingers into the man's neck.
"I hope you'll reconsider your position in the future." Dio stated as blood began flowing into his body and regenerating his wounds.</s>
<|message|>John Carver
**John Carver- CMS Terra Nova**
The last thing John expected the seemingly cowardly fighter to do was charge hin and sacrifice half of his limbs. After the leg came off, Carver felt a brief moment of victory. Just after this, however, he realized that it was part of the guy's plan. His blade stuck itself into his shoulder and John found that the man was drinking blood from his neck, next thing he knew. In the time it took for his RIG to slowly drop down to the red, he pulled his blade all the way through to finish cutting the man's arm off, then turned the blade 360 degrees and jam it into his abdomen. It then turned off upon his letting it go, and he collapsed. His back was facing upward, and his RIG showed that his massive blood loss put him on death's doorstep.
He did one last thing before passing out. Connecting with Isaac and Bannon via RIGLink, he sputtered one last phrase. "Isaac... Vampire..." He then passed out, confident either of them could finish the job.</s>
<|message|>Daijuji Kuzaku
**Daijuji Kuzaku - Yggdrasil Restaurant District**
Kuzaku sat at the bar, head heavily resting in his hands as he lazily sipped on a milkshake. He felt sick, honestly, and really wanted at that point to finish his frozen dessert and just retire to his quarters. However, he knew that he had obligations to fulfill after downing the rest of his shake. He had to track down someone in Yggdrasil that could help him divine the meaning behind his visions, and quickly. Ignoring them would undoubtedly be a mistake, and putting off investigating them was equally so. Even so, he had not been on Yggdrasil for long, and was unsure of who would be able to help him. Even among those he knew, several were conducting a mission on board the _Tanngrisnir_, or were otherwise indisposed. Kuzaku sulked, blowing bubbles into his milkshake.
However, the sound of commotion behind him caught his attention. Suspicious persons? Whipping around quickly enough to nearly knock over his shake with his braid, Kuzaku dashed out of the ice cream bar and back into the lobby of the restaurant district, spotting the figures that Saber had pointed out. Both she and Nono quickly shifted into more battle-appropriate forms and engaged the apparent enemies. Kuzaku couldn't help but be impressed by the sight of them, particularly Nono, who was a dead ringer for Metatron. He silently wished that he too could have a cool transformation (perhaps, not unlike his father), but he had more important things to worry about.
He attempted to summon Cthugha and Ithaqua, but his spell sputtered out and produced no result. Perhaps he was still disoriented? He hoped that was the issue. Kuzaku moved himself into better cover as he focused more intensely to cast the spell to summon his twin spell cannons. This time it succeeded, bringing great relief to the young knight. With the familiar weight of his guns in his hands, Kuzaku trained Ithaqua on the enemy that Nono was barking orders to, while sweeping the area with Cthugha.
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**Kiss-Shot**
Just as suddenly as they had begun attacking, the strange creatures ceased. This interested Kiss-Shot slightly, but not terribly much more than they had initially. Staring at one of them, she condensed her ghastly energy into a form within the creature, and then manipulated it to rapidly expand. The end result of this being that the creature exploded quite violently, seemingly for no reason at all. Giving a small, bemused laugh, Kiss-Shot's fangs protruded out over her full, red lips.
"Now, has sating our innate lust for violence brought us any closer to the truth of our situation? I thought not. Perhaps something more productive would be in our best interests, hm?" She spoke aloud in a golden voice, rich with condescension.</s>
| <|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Shadow Eternity HQ
Shortly after arriving in the headquarters of 'Shadoo Foreva,' Arragoz had decided to take a quick look around the base, mainly to see if there was any 'shiny fings' worth lootan. Along the way, the Kommando had planted enough explosive charges throughout the complex to turn the surrounding area into a smoking crater if need be. He'd done this for the sake of security, of course. At present, he was sneaking through the base's vents, or about as close to sneaking as he could get, given the circumstances. Due to his bulk, combined with the inherently noisy nature of a ventilation shaft large enough to contain his frame, Arragoz was making enough of a racket to wake the dead. Not that he minded, as that only meant more gitz for him to krump.
Thankfully for the inhabitants of the base who valued their precious ears, the Kommando eventually halted upon reaching a grate. Looking down on the hangar below him, he dimly recognized some of da 'portant gitz that he'd been told about. In particular, there was the cybornetik flying lizard git and the puny humie Dok wif his choppa and pair of snazzy guns. After making a mental note to nick the Dok's flash gear at some point in the future, the Greenskin decided to introduce himself, in proppa Orky fashion.
Raising his arm, Arragoz clenched his fist before bringing it down on the grate in a crushing hammer-blow. The force of the impact caused the metal to buckle and break free of its moorings, resulting in the grate crashing into the floor of the hangar with a distinct clanging noise. Shortly afterwards, the bandana-clad head of Arragoz poked out from the newly created hole, and shouted a greeting of sorts. "Oi! Wot're you gitz up to?" While the words were uttered in a horrifically mangled version of Low Gothic, the Ork's translator barely managed to convert it into somewhat less mangled English, for the convenience of his co-workers.</s> |
<|description|>Arragoz Plizgin
Age: Unknown. If one was to the ask the Ork directly, the answer would either be 'Lots' or a series of unintelligible grunts.
Gender: One uv' da Boyz.
Appearance: Ya din't see dis, cuz I'z too sneaky.
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40k.
Personality: As a Kommando, Arragoz displays a level of kunnin' uncharacteristic to most Orks. Rather than simply charge into battle while yelling 'Waaagh!,' he prefers to sneak up on the 'stoopid humies', plant a few explosives here and there, before proceeding to shoot, stab, and explode his way out of whatever situation he got himself stuck into. In the event he is outmatched, or 'has uvva fings to do' according to Arragoz, he will promptly unload as many explosives as physically possible, set them off, and use the chaos to cover his retreat. Truly, a master tactician.
Despite this, he is still an Ork, and will gladly get stuck in wiff da Boyz in a proppa fight. He is also quite fond of nickin' weapons, armour, and shiny fings in general, especially off of humies.
Abilities/Weapons:
Slugga: Arragoz' prized slugga, while poorly made by the standards of most civilizations, is both reliable and incredibly effective in the hands of a proppa Ork Boy. With the Ork's latent Waaagh! field keeping it in working order, and the almost nonsensical volume of fire it can produce more than making up for its poor accuracy, it has served as Arragoz' preferred tool for krumpin' unsuspectin' gitz.
Choppa(s): In the unlikely event that the hailstorm of bullets from his Slugga fails to do the job, Arragoz will be more than happy to fall back on his tried and true choppa. If that still fails to kill something, he will use his second choppa (which also doubles as a knuckleduster), for double the choppin'.
Stikkbombs and other 'Splodey Fings: Arragoz carries a variety of explosives on his person, ranging from simple grenades and mines to shaped charges and melta bombs.
Stikkbomb Types
Stikkbombs - Most common and basic type, these are the Ork equivalents of Imperial frag grenades.
Krak Stikkbombs - Rarer version analogous to Imperial krak grenades and used against enemy vehicles.
Stunbombs - Basically the Orky version of a flashbang.
Stinkbombs - These are made from cultured fungus and other unsavoury substances and release clouds of noxious green vapour. The resulting stench is beyond description, having significant effect on any non-Orkoid with a sense of smell.
Fungus Gas Bomb - Releases a gas cloud of very old, fermented fungus. While harmless to an Ork, it is poisonous to almost all other living creatures.
Firey Stikkbombs - Filled with flammable liquids, these stikkbombs are used to cover a target area in flames.
Smokey Stikkbombs - Functions in a similar manner to a smoke grenade. Good for making 'taktikul retreats.'
Goo-bomb - Contains a sticky greenish-black ooze made from the fermented leftovers of dead squigs. Upon exploding, the surrounding area will be coated in the substance, thoroughly trapping those hit. However, the effect is temporary, for the ooze will eventually dry out, allowing any victims to break free with relative ease.
Buzz-bombs - A rather unusual type of bomb, a small swarm of carnivorous Buzzer Squigs is trapped inside. Detonation will release the swarm, which will almost immediately proceed to devour anyone or anything caught in the general area.
Super Stikkbombs - An 'upgraded' version of the standard Krak Stikkbomb, they are essentially a large number of their smaller cousins wired together in order to make a much larger explosion.
Da otha' stuff
Landmines - Pretty self-explanatory.
Tankbusta Bombs - Heavy magnetic discs the size and shape of manhole covers. They are directional and are used when Stikkbombs simply aren't sufficient to destroy something. They're attached to the vehicles by magnetic clamps and detonated with deadly efficiency.
Melta Bombs - Presumably stolen from an Imperial Armoury, these deadly contraptions explode with intense thermal energy, effectively melting the target with microwave radiation. However, their range is infamously short, requiring them to be directly attached to a target in order to be effective. It is also worth noting that they possess an integral timer which can be set for up to one hour.
As one of the countless greenskins which make up the dreaded Green Tide of the forty-first millennium, Arragoz possesses a number of traits that make him into an excellent fighter. His tough hide and semi-fungal physiology make him immensely difficult to harm, and even when he does suffer an injury, it will likely do little to impede him. An Ork can easily survive being dismembered or even decapitated, and just about anything short of extreme trauma or outright disintegration. In short, he is, as Orks often say, Ded 'Ard.
Paired with this immense degree of durability is an exceptional level of strength, allowing Arragoz to easily overpower normal humans and hold his own against a 'Spess Muhrine.' However, it is worth noting that, like any proppa Ork, Arragoz is in a bizarre state of authority-fuelled growth. So long as he remains the biggest and strongest Ork in the area (not exactly a difficult task, given the circumstances), he will continue to slowly get bigger, greener, and meaner, eventually ascending to Nob status and beyond.
Due to his race being genetically engineered by the Old Ones to serve as soldiers that could be mass-produced on a moment's notice, Arragoz' brain contains a wealth of instinctive knowledge regarding both the waging of war and the crafting, operation, and maintenance of his wargear. Combined with his experience as a Kommando, this makes Arragoz 'da best there is at wut he does.'
Backstory: As an Ork of the Blood Axes clan, Arragoz spent his early life fightin', winnin', and lootan', as most Orks are wont to do. However, as time passed, he began to exhibit a particular fondness for being kunnin' and sneaky, even more so than the average Blood Axe Boy. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Arragoz to find himself working with a unit of Kommandos, where his talents could be put to proper use. The next several years were also spent fightin', winnin', and lootan', but in a sneaky 'n' kunnin' way.
Eventually, a crack team of Kommandos, one of which was Arragoz, and a few Mekboys were chosen by Warboss Mardrug to partake in 'Da Great Titanheist.' As the name implied, they were to sneak onto the forge world of Canto II, which had recently been attacked by a Tyranid splinter fleet, and nick a Warlord-class Titan called the Wrath of Caseopea while nobody was looking. The first few parts of the plan went exceptionally well, with the forge world's inhabitants being none the wiser as they snuck on board the Titan. Well, with the exception of the Titan's crew, but they didn't really count, since the Orks shot them before they could do anything.
Unfortunately, that was the point where things started to go wrong. When the Meks jump-started the fusion reactor, the machine spirit of the Wrath of Caseopea was a tad grumpy. Because they had slaughtered the Titan's crew, the Orks had no way of actually controlling the Titan. A minor oversight on their part, obviously. Arragoz and the other Boyz were carried along for the ride as the confused and enraged Titan went on a rampage across the forge world, prior to overloading its own reactor and violently exploding. Despite this spectacular failure, Arragoz 'died' happy, knowing that he got to see such a massive boom before the end. However, instead of going up to the big green Waaagh! in the sky, where he could spend eternity fightin' and winnin' with Gork and Mork, the Ork found himself transported to an unknown location, surrounded by some weird-looking humies.
Before he had the chance to shake off his confusion and start krumpin' gitz, the group explained that if he were to aid them in their endeavours, he would be greatly rewarded. Arragoz asked if he'd get to 'fight fings,' to which they said yes. It was all the convincing he needed.
Faction: Shadow Eternity.</s>
<|message|>Blake Belladonna
Blake, Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir
Skidding to a halt, Blake's eyes darted over the group waiting for them at the entrance to the passenger berths. As the girl produced her weapon, Blake did the same, pulling Gambol Shroud in its entirety off of her back plate. In one smooth move she slipped the sheath from the short sword's blade, holding it in a reverse grip in her left hand while her right leveled the weapon's pistol form at the intruders.
"Jaune, I think they already know we're with UMMA." She said, her voice cold as she stared the pink-haired girl down. A gauntlet-user? Ranged attacker or close-combat oriented? Impossible to know until the attacks started flying. "Step away from the door and no-one has to get hurt."</s>
<|message|>Zyland Bannon
Zyland Bannon- CMS Terra Nova, Fore Station
Zyland quickly leaped through the gap of the shelf, grabbed the shelf above him, and flipped himself up onto it. He did this in complete silence and with perfect execution. The hurled item flew just underneath of where he was. 'Next plan' was the only thing in his mind. He jumped up and grabbed a metal ceiling beam and hung there. He looked over at the corner of the room at several boxes of ripper blades accompanied by an explosive. It would temporarily reveal his position, but by the time the man could probably react, he'd be in a different location. He raised his handgun and fired at the explosive, setting it off and launching dozens of circular saw blades in he and Dio's direction.
He flipped himself off the beam and timed his dodges so that he avoided all the blades coming at him, but they were few compared to what Dio faced on the ground. He then tined his next attacks so that he would shoot stasis at the man while he was dodging, and the slowing effect would most likely lead him to a saw blade filled death. He hoped. He stayed on the move in case the man proved to be even more than what Zyland perceived.</s>
| <|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza
Upon hearing that he'd be doing some demolition work, Arragoz immediately broke off from his recital of butchered Spess Muhrine dogma. Reaching into his pack once more, the greenskin began to withdraw a staggering array of explosives, and began sorting them into piles. While the nature of his mission meant that he'd primarily be using heavy-duty explosives, it never hurt to account for the rest, just in case. The wide variety of stikkbombs in his possession were all in working order and in good supply, save for the fungus or squig-based ones. Until the Ork's spores started to take effect, they would be impossible to replace, forcing the Ork to be frugal in his deployment of them. Which was a shame, as Arragoz was particularly fond of the Buzz-bomb. As for the mines, melta bombs, and Tankbusta bombs in his collection, they seemed just as functional as the rest. Luckily, the Titan's reactor overload and the subsequent dimensional jump had done no harm to any of his wargear.
All in all, Arragoz was ready to 'blow fings up,' as the saying goes, and promptly went about returning his arsenal of explosives to the inside of his backpack.</s> |
<|description|>Arragoz Plizgin
Age: Unknown. If one was to the ask the Ork directly, the answer would either be 'Lots' or a series of unintelligible grunts.
Gender: One uv' da Boyz.
Appearance: Ya din't see dis, cuz I'z too sneaky.
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40k.
Personality: As a Kommando, Arragoz displays a level of kunnin' uncharacteristic to most Orks. Rather than simply charge into battle while yelling 'Waaagh!,' he prefers to sneak up on the 'stoopid humies', plant a few explosives here and there, before proceeding to shoot, stab, and explode his way out of whatever situation he got himself stuck into. In the event he is outmatched, or 'has uvva fings to do' according to Arragoz, he will promptly unload as many explosives as physically possible, set them off, and use the chaos to cover his retreat. Truly, a master tactician.
Despite this, he is still an Ork, and will gladly get stuck in wiff da Boyz in a proppa fight. He is also quite fond of nickin' weapons, armour, and shiny fings in general, especially off of humies.
Abilities/Weapons:
Slugga: Arragoz' prized slugga, while poorly made by the standards of most civilizations, is both reliable and incredibly effective in the hands of a proppa Ork Boy. With the Ork's latent Waaagh! field keeping it in working order, and the almost nonsensical volume of fire it can produce more than making up for its poor accuracy, it has served as Arragoz' preferred tool for krumpin' unsuspectin' gitz.
Choppa(s): In the unlikely event that the hailstorm of bullets from his Slugga fails to do the job, Arragoz will be more than happy to fall back on his tried and true choppa. If that still fails to kill something, he will use his second choppa (which also doubles as a knuckleduster), for double the choppin'.
Stikkbombs and other 'Splodey Fings: Arragoz carries a variety of explosives on his person, ranging from simple grenades and mines to shaped charges and melta bombs.
Stikkbomb Types
Stikkbombs - Most common and basic type, these are the Ork equivalents of Imperial frag grenades.
Krak Stikkbombs - Rarer version analogous to Imperial krak grenades and used against enemy vehicles.
Stunbombs - Basically the Orky version of a flashbang.
Stinkbombs - These are made from cultured fungus and other unsavoury substances and release clouds of noxious green vapour. The resulting stench is beyond description, having significant effect on any non-Orkoid with a sense of smell.
Fungus Gas Bomb - Releases a gas cloud of very old, fermented fungus. While harmless to an Ork, it is poisonous to almost all other living creatures.
Firey Stikkbombs - Filled with flammable liquids, these stikkbombs are used to cover a target area in flames.
Smokey Stikkbombs - Functions in a similar manner to a smoke grenade. Good for making 'taktikul retreats.'
Goo-bomb - Contains a sticky greenish-black ooze made from the fermented leftovers of dead squigs. Upon exploding, the surrounding area will be coated in the substance, thoroughly trapping those hit. However, the effect is temporary, for the ooze will eventually dry out, allowing any victims to break free with relative ease.
Buzz-bombs - A rather unusual type of bomb, a small swarm of carnivorous Buzzer Squigs is trapped inside. Detonation will release the swarm, which will almost immediately proceed to devour anyone or anything caught in the general area.
Super Stikkbombs - An 'upgraded' version of the standard Krak Stikkbomb, they are essentially a large number of their smaller cousins wired together in order to make a much larger explosion.
Da otha' stuff
Landmines - Pretty self-explanatory.
Tankbusta Bombs - Heavy magnetic discs the size and shape of manhole covers. They are directional and are used when Stikkbombs simply aren't sufficient to destroy something. They're attached to the vehicles by magnetic clamps and detonated with deadly efficiency.
Melta Bombs - Presumably stolen from an Imperial Armoury, these deadly contraptions explode with intense thermal energy, effectively melting the target with microwave radiation. However, their range is infamously short, requiring them to be directly attached to a target in order to be effective. It is also worth noting that they possess an integral timer which can be set for up to one hour.
As one of the countless greenskins which make up the dreaded Green Tide of the forty-first millennium, Arragoz possesses a number of traits that make him into an excellent fighter. His tough hide and semi-fungal physiology make him immensely difficult to harm, and even when he does suffer an injury, it will likely do little to impede him. An Ork can easily survive being dismembered or even decapitated, and just about anything short of extreme trauma or outright disintegration. In short, he is, as Orks often say, Ded 'Ard.
Paired with this immense degree of durability is an exceptional level of strength, allowing Arragoz to easily overpower normal humans and hold his own against a 'Spess Muhrine.' However, it is worth noting that, like any proppa Ork, Arragoz is in a bizarre state of authority-fuelled growth. So long as he remains the biggest and strongest Ork in the area (not exactly a difficult task, given the circumstances), he will continue to slowly get bigger, greener, and meaner, eventually ascending to Nob status and beyond.
Due to his race being genetically engineered by the Old Ones to serve as soldiers that could be mass-produced on a moment's notice, Arragoz' brain contains a wealth of instinctive knowledge regarding both the waging of war and the crafting, operation, and maintenance of his wargear. Combined with his experience as a Kommando, this makes Arragoz 'da best there is at wut he does.'
Backstory: As an Ork of the Blood Axes clan, Arragoz spent his early life fightin', winnin', and lootan', as most Orks are wont to do. However, as time passed, he began to exhibit a particular fondness for being kunnin' and sneaky, even more so than the average Blood Axe Boy. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Arragoz to find himself working with a unit of Kommandos, where his talents could be put to proper use. The next several years were also spent fightin', winnin', and lootan', but in a sneaky 'n' kunnin' way.
Eventually, a crack team of Kommandos, one of which was Arragoz, and a few Mekboys were chosen by Warboss Mardrug to partake in 'Da Great Titanheist.' As the name implied, they were to sneak onto the forge world of Canto II, which had recently been attacked by a Tyranid splinter fleet, and nick a Warlord-class Titan called the Wrath of Caseopea while nobody was looking. The first few parts of the plan went exceptionally well, with the forge world's inhabitants being none the wiser as they snuck on board the Titan. Well, with the exception of the Titan's crew, but they didn't really count, since the Orks shot them before they could do anything.
Unfortunately, that was the point where things started to go wrong. When the Meks jump-started the fusion reactor, the machine spirit of the Wrath of Caseopea was a tad grumpy. Because they had slaughtered the Titan's crew, the Orks had no way of actually controlling the Titan. A minor oversight on their part, obviously. Arragoz and the other Boyz were carried along for the ride as the confused and enraged Titan went on a rampage across the forge world, prior to overloading its own reactor and violently exploding. Despite this spectacular failure, Arragoz 'died' happy, knowing that he got to see such a massive boom before the end. However, instead of going up to the big green Waaagh! in the sky, where he could spend eternity fightin' and winnin' with Gork and Mork, the Ork found himself transported to an unknown location, surrounded by some weird-looking humies.
Before he had the chance to shake off his confusion and start krumpin' gitz, the group explained that if he were to aid them in their endeavours, he would be greatly rewarded. Arragoz asked if he'd get to 'fight fings,' to which they said yes. It was all the convincing he needed.
Faction: Shadow Eternity.</s>
<|message|>Soundwave
Soundwave - Somewhere within Yggdrasil:
Soundwave was currently observing the situation in the food district from the safety of a computer terminal within a different section of the station. Using the security cameras he constantly monitored the entire of Yggdrasil, tirelessly searching for any signs of trouble. To him, a terrorist attack was unacceptable. It gave this group credibility, that they could strike at the heart of the UMMA. As much as he would have liked to go there himself to put them down, he would be more useful in an auxiliary role. That role would be shutting down the area in order to contain the threat. Of course, this would also trap those already there, but there seemed to be several UMMA staff already handling the attackers.
Tapping a couple keys, Soundwave pulled up a command screen. It showed a three-dimensional map of the South-East quarter of the food district, as well as various utilities he could gain access to. Typing a few lines of code, he then proceeded to put the area into a lock down. All doors within the area would be closed and locked, and any wishing to pass would need to speak directly to Soundwave before being granted access. At the same time, he sent out a message to all within the tower via either messages or by the Public Announcement system:
[ An emergency lock down has been initiated in the South-East quarter of the food district of the Yggdrasil tower. Any agent seeking to gain access to the area will be required to contact Soundwave for clearance. ]
Did he care about any potential panic caused by his actions? No. He simply had taken the most simple and effective way to deal with the threat and keep it from spreading.</s>
<|message|>Dio Brando
Dio smirked as a hole was opened in the hull of the ship- It seemed night had already fallen, so that was entirely too convenient. But that soldier just... Wouldn't let up, now would he? Forcing the hole large enough to slip through, Dio dodged the shot aimed at his head, only to hear an explosion a few seconds after. Well, that was unnaturally close. But he was now hanging outside a ship by the strength of a single arm. Seriously too close. Straining his arm, Dio pulled himself back into the ship and sent The World to launch a counterattack at that soldier as he began to move some of the non-destroyed goods closer to the hole in the hull. Two or three crates was good enough, right? Pulling The World back to himself, Dio shoved the crates out the hole before leaping out himself.
Kakine looked at Marisa with a wary eye as she labelled herself a magician. The incident regarding Fiamma of the Right was still a popular topic of conversation among the higher-ups of Academy City, and as one of the Level 5s he was able to eavesdrop on those discussions.
Magic was real, and it almost always came into conflict with science. Neither side really liked each other, that much he knew. That Touma was the only exception to the rule. But it's not like magicians from all worlds were like that, right?
"Well, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Marisa." he stated. "I hope we'll get along in the future. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to get back to ground level before a stray flock of birds decides to ram into us, so if you'll excuse us..."
As he said that, the platform he and 10032 had been standing on began to slowly descend downwards towards the ground.
"If you'd like to talk more I'd suggest we do so on the ground, please."</s>
| <|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Ridley's Krooza
With Ridley having finished his briefing on the operation, Arragoz trotted off to go meet with his team. As an aside, barely visible to the naked eye was a minuscule fungal growth in the ceiling, its presence in such an odd location likely being due to the Ork slamming into it a few minutes prior. The end result of this growth was currently indeterminable, although the rapidity at which it grew from a spore indicated it was probably a snotling or other lesser Orkoid. No matter the final product, it would likely serve as an excellent post-mission snack upon Arragoz' return.
Returning to the matter at hand, the greenskin had managed to locate the team that would be accompanying him. Befitting a stealth operation, they were small in number, to the point where even Arragoz' lack of proficiency in numerals was enough to determine how many. There were three, to be precise, all humanoid, albeit with a number of differences that were completely irrelevant to the Ork. They looked like humies, smelled like em, and were probably just as puny and weak as em too. Nonetheless, they were his team, and Arragoz would have to make do with what he had. Rising to his full height, the usually hunched-over greenskin now absolutely towered over them, and provided his own briefing.
"Al'roight ya gitz, I'z Arragoz, yer Boss fer dis misshun. We ain't gotz enuff Boyz to get stuck in, so we'z be doin' dis da Morky way. By dat, I meanz we gots to be kunnin' and sneaky, so I dun want nunna you muckin' about 'n' shoutin' 'Fer da Emprah' da moment we spot any uv' dem Spess Muhrines or Ummy gitz. Ya gotz dat? Now, we gotz ow'selves a muthership ta krump, so you'z best be ready roight quick-like."</s> |
<|description|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Age: Biologically 15, temporally several months
Gender: Female
Appearance: Link
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Toaru Majutsu no Raildex
Personality: Has difficulty showing emotions, but is protective of life in all forms. Knowledge of society was mostly gained through observation and shoujo manga, leading to a....questionable, understanding about how the world works. In love with Kamijou Touma, and can be territorial in regards to him when Misaka Mikoto is around. Has a habit of narrating her actions in the third person in conversation. Best described as a 'cool beauty'
Abilities/Weapons: Radio Noise - Has a weaker version of Misaka Mikoto's Electromaster ability, allowing her to generate a current of 50,000 volts, as well as generating a strong electromagnetic field that has a tendency to scare animals.
Misaka Network - A neural link with the surviving Misaka clones, allowing her to share memories and experiences, as well as coordinate actions and aid in collective problem solving.
Military training - Via the Testament machine, as well as the Misaka Network, Misaka 10032 has extensive military training in the usage of weapons, tracking targets, shaking pursuers, and the like.
Electron Goggles - Special goggles that allow her to see electron beams and magnetic field lines, as well as providing night vision, and greater accuracy when connected to a Toy Soldier
Toy Soldier - Actually a F2000R bullpup assault rifle, it is portable, and made of laminated plastic rather than steel. It can detect a target with infrared rays, and uses electronic control to adjust the trajectory in real time to give the bullet the best odds of hitting. This means one doesn't have to worry about wind direction or expected evasion, as the gun itself will adjust, and the wielder just needs to point it at the target. Specially made to absorb shock, recoil, and noise, fires 5.56x45 mm bullets.
Metal Eater MX - Actually a Barret M82A1 anti-tank rifle. Prototype model that allows usage of fully automatic fire, with Misaka having been trained how to handle the recoil. Uses .50 caliber anti-tank bullets, and can fire it at speeds of 1200 kilometers per hour
Backstory:
Not much is known of her initial backstory, but she was first seen meeting Kamijou TOuma, where she helped him carry drinks, before he helped her deal with a cat the next day. During that time, one of the Experiments was conducted as part of the Level 6 Shift Project, which resulted in Touma finding her carrying the body of her predecessor, letting him know what was happening.
The next day, she went to fight Accelerator, attempting to asphyxiate him with ozone. This failed though, and she was about to be killed when Touma saved her life. To return the favor, she utilized the Misaka Network to disrupt Accelerators manipulation of plasma, and Touma was able to defeat him, ending the experiments. Afterwards she was given treatment by Heaven Canceller to prolong her lifespan, and was one of the few Misaka clones allowed to stay in Academy City.
She was later able to recruit his assistance to ensure that Tree Diagram would not be rebuilt, though they were only able to save Shirai Kuroko, and Accelerator destroyed the fragment himself.
Afterwards, on behalf of Academy City, as well as Heaven Canceller's efforts to get the Misaka clones to develop their own individual personalities, she was sent out into the multiverse, to observe and to do....stuff. Honestly, she's of the opinion that this is kinda pointless, but she doesn't have a choice anymore. And it does provide valuable information, so she's just gonna roll with it.
Faction: Factionless</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Hm.", Seiga stood and put on an exaggerated thinking face, "Well, first thing's first. I'll have to perform a ritual on you, so that we can keep in touch, alright? To make sure you don't get lost, yes? Yoshika."
"What is it, Nyan Nyan?"
"Do you remember that knife we have?"
"Huh?"
"The black one, dear. On the counter."
"Oh!"
"Be a peach and bring it, would you?"
"Okay!"
Yoshika hopped over to a small table, taking a flint razor by the blade, edge pressing deep into her palm as she hopped back over to Seiga.
"Here you go, Nyan Nyan!"
"Oh, Yoshika, you've held it too hard again! I'll have to sew up that cut on your palm, later."
"Sorry, Nyan Nyan! I forgot again!"
"It's alright, dear. I'll get to it after we're done with this silly little man over here, okay?"
"Okay!"
"You're such a good girl. Now then-", she looked over to Hazama and held up the razor, "To start with, I'll need to make some cuts on your hands with this. Is that alright?"</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
"... Eh? Church?" Marisa started blankly for a moment, scratching her head. What did that have to do with magic? Was this because of the religions in Gensokyo all competing for followers or something? She didn't really care about that. She guessed she kind of counted as shinto, but only when it benefited her. She didn't know what magic name meant at all. Element? Well, that was water, but screw that. Water wasn't flashy. Sign...? "... I dunno what you mean by all that. I'm Kirisame Marisa, the Perfectly Ordinary Witch, and that's it!"
The blonde girl gave a cheerful grin towards the boy and his female companions.
"... Aaaanyway, girls might be attracted to him, but he's not my type so you don't gotta worry about that," she continued with a shrug. It seemed like the girls thought the guy was totally dense judging by their treatment of him. And on top of that, the tiny one managed to get up and slap him in the face! She had to stifle some laughter at that. On top of that, there was the planning stag. Rip off the habit first, or get the tiny girl... it didn't look like she could fly, so she wouldn't be able to get away too fast regardless of what was going on...
"... What are you, anyway? Inchling? Lilliputian? Some kinda other super-tiny person?"</s>
<|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
A camera-operator decked out in power armor was busy setting up a camcorder. After he set up the camera, he was double-checking the condition of his hover-boots. He needed to be absolutely sure they worked as intended; after all the event was not taking place in any two-bit desert, but in the Sea of Silt. The Sea of Silt was an incredibly dangerous place, full of all sorts of dangerous critters. And merely standing on the sands would cause a man to sink into the desert, then into the ocean below. The sand filled winds whipped at the camera-man's armored suit. Above the camera-man hovered some smaller camera drones. The droids idly floated above the track, ready to collect footage at a variety of angles. By some miracle, the red sand which marked the motocross track was still intact.
Chuck Greene was sitting on-top of his bright yellow dirt-bike. Its frame was marked with a TIR logo with a number five just above it. The dirt-bike continued to idly hover above the sands, while emitting a dim noise. Chuck cocked his head towards the cameraman and spoke. "So what's the catch?" The camera-man didn't respond immediately, as he was busy listening to a communication device that was in the suit.
This place was far too quiet to really be a spot for a TV spectacle. The fact that there wasn't something running about making havoc quickly tipped Chuck off to the fact that something was off. And he was going to find out what that something was.
A few seconds after hearing Chuck speak, the operator turned his attention onto the contestant. "Huh-wha?" The camera-man spoke as he tried to recall what was said just a few seconds ago. "Uh well Terror is Reality isn't filming yet, so you don't need to race down the track yet." Chuck shook his head and glanced at the man, "No I mean what's the actual catch." Before Chuck could finish up his piece, the Cameraman interrupted him. "They finished the introduction back at the Studio. We're on in Five-"
Chuck properly started up his hover-bike and grabbed onto its handles. "Four." The folks at home would soon see this particular Terror is Reality challenge. Though to Chuck, this particular challenge still seemed off. "Three-" But he didn't decide to dwell on it. After all, Chuck needed to give the folks who were watching the broadcast a good show.
"Two..." Chuck revved up his engines, as he let the engines roar. He didn't dwell on the thought of how the audience would like the show. Chuck instead focused on the real important thing here, his daughter Katey. Shortly after the engines were revved, the ground began shaking violently. "One!" The red lights of the various cameras flashed on.
And just when the cameras began to broadcast Chuck at the track, ten white giant tendrils shot up from the ground, spraying dirt towards Chuck and lashing towards him. Chuck stared unamused, but he gave a bit of a smirk. He now knew what the catch of this round was. "So, calamari." He quipped as he sped off with his hovering dirt-bike, while swiftly driving through the tendrils. The tendrils thrashed and swung towards him, but so far they did not manage to land a hit on the bike.
The Athas Motocross speed-run had now truly begun.</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Touma, Index, Othinus
By this point, Index looked as if she would burst from anger. This girl was even worse than Himegami when she and Touma had first met; at least Himegami halfheartedly tried to look like she knew what she was talking about. This girl, this so-called witch...!
"There is no such thing as a 'Perfectly Ordinary Witch'! Do you even know how magic works? Or are you just some sort of cosplayer messing around on some sort of mechanized broom trying to mock magic as a whole?" Index fumed, raring to go and teach Marisa a lesson.
"Oi, oi... Index, calm down..." Touma said, pulling the little nun back down onto the bench as she tried to get at Marisa. "You make enough of a scene when you eat restaurants out of stock, so don't go making yourself any more notorious..."
At that comment, Index immediately turned her anger towards Touma and, without a second thought, jumped onto and started to bite his head/
"GAAAAH! What did I say this time?" Touma cried out, trying to pry the angry Index off of his head.
As he was occupied, Othinus turned to Marisa and, giving her a once-over after leaping off of Touma's shoulder, gave her a look of slight disdain.
"I am neither of those things, little girl. Simply a magical god being punished for her own misgivings, is all."
Hazama
Okay, now THIS was starting to get a bit weird. Him getting cut would probably give away the fact that his body was an Azure Grimoire, which would inevitably end up ending badly. Alternatives, alternatives...
"Ahaha, okay... Why don't we do something a little less... I dunno, pain-inducing?" he suggested as he pulled out a pair of small tablets from his coat. Well, at least the pickpocketing run back at SE had its uses. "Here, take one. They're linked up through some sorta mechanics that I don't understand, but regardless of that fact it'll tell you location and relative health of a person at a glance."
Tossing one of the tablets to Seiga, Hazama smiled and glanced outside. Still daylight. The guards would probably be more worked up at night anyhow, so this would be fine.
"This okay?"</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
"... Eh?"
Marisa tilted her head in confusion. What was so strange about what she'd said? Was magic in this world this complicated? Did that mean she was going to have to steal even more things in order to figure it out? Well, it's not like she minded doing that, she'd only seen a little slice of the city so far. She stole things from all over the place all the time, often when it didn't even have anything to do with magic. She supposed that made her a klepto-thingy, but that didn't bother her at all! And hey, the nun was getting pretty distracted, biting... biting Touma on the head for some reason.
Did she have some kind of weird kinks or something?
Well, whatever. Now there was tiny girl to deal with...
"A magic god? Hey, that makes you the... ah, whatever, I never kept count," the blonde which waved her hand. Meeting gods and things that were technically gods or godlike started to run together if you tried to keep the numbers straight. "Anyway, that sounds pretty interesting, and you're adorable so... I'm takin' you home!"
In a flash, Marisa's hand lashed out and snapped up the tiny girl. Her hat was swiftly raised up and the girl was shoved beneath it. Hoping she could act before the other two could respond, her free hand snapped out in an attempt to grab the blue-haired nun's habit.
It wasn't like it'd be that hard to steal if it was just held up by safety pins, right?</s>
| <|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Well, it seemed they were running again. A pity that Kakine couldn't carry them as he had flown after Marisa before, but it wasn't a major concern. As things stood the Witch would be hard pressed to escape in a city such as this, with all the surveillance and powered people that could stop her. And that didn't take into account the various government organizations either.
"Yes," Misaka confirmed at the half joke as she ran along, drawing on the experience of thousands of hours of cardio and endurance training to set up a sustainable pace, especially with the guns she was carrying along. She'd compete in a marathon if she had the time, but it would hardly be fair to the competitors. And she was too busy most of the time anyway.
She quickly added to that as she noted the direction Marisa was moving in, passing that on to the Network so they could respond to it. At the very least it would allow for a swifter response to the Witch, before she could do any real damage, either to herself or the city. "'Antiskill and related organizations are on standby should we need support,' Misaka adds as she focuses on running," Misaka said to her partner. Of course, setting the Dark Side on Marisa might be a bit overkill, if not traumatic, but it was an option should they feel the need for it. For now, they had to catch up, and that was what mattered most.</s> |
<|description|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Age: Biologically 15, temporally several months
Gender: Female
Appearance: Link
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Toaru Majutsu no Raildex
Personality: Has difficulty showing emotions, but is protective of life in all forms. Knowledge of society was mostly gained through observation and shoujo manga, leading to a....questionable, understanding about how the world works. In love with Kamijou Touma, and can be territorial in regards to him when Misaka Mikoto is around. Has a habit of narrating her actions in the third person in conversation. Best described as a 'cool beauty'
Abilities/Weapons: Radio Noise - Has a weaker version of Misaka Mikoto's Electromaster ability, allowing her to generate a current of 50,000 volts, as well as generating a strong electromagnetic field that has a tendency to scare animals.
Misaka Network - A neural link with the surviving Misaka clones, allowing her to share memories and experiences, as well as coordinate actions and aid in collective problem solving.
Military training - Via the Testament machine, as well as the Misaka Network, Misaka 10032 has extensive military training in the usage of weapons, tracking targets, shaking pursuers, and the like.
Electron Goggles - Special goggles that allow her to see electron beams and magnetic field lines, as well as providing night vision, and greater accuracy when connected to a Toy Soldier
Toy Soldier - Actually a F2000R bullpup assault rifle, it is portable, and made of laminated plastic rather than steel. It can detect a target with infrared rays, and uses electronic control to adjust the trajectory in real time to give the bullet the best odds of hitting. This means one doesn't have to worry about wind direction or expected evasion, as the gun itself will adjust, and the wielder just needs to point it at the target. Specially made to absorb shock, recoil, and noise, fires 5.56x45 mm bullets.
Metal Eater MX - Actually a Barret M82A1 anti-tank rifle. Prototype model that allows usage of fully automatic fire, with Misaka having been trained how to handle the recoil. Uses .50 caliber anti-tank bullets, and can fire it at speeds of 1200 kilometers per hour
Backstory:
Not much is known of her initial backstory, but she was first seen meeting Kamijou TOuma, where she helped him carry drinks, before he helped her deal with a cat the next day. During that time, one of the Experiments was conducted as part of the Level 6 Shift Project, which resulted in Touma finding her carrying the body of her predecessor, letting him know what was happening.
The next day, she went to fight Accelerator, attempting to asphyxiate him with ozone. This failed though, and she was about to be killed when Touma saved her life. To return the favor, she utilized the Misaka Network to disrupt Accelerators manipulation of plasma, and Touma was able to defeat him, ending the experiments. Afterwards she was given treatment by Heaven Canceller to prolong her lifespan, and was one of the few Misaka clones allowed to stay in Academy City.
She was later able to recruit his assistance to ensure that Tree Diagram would not be rebuilt, though they were only able to save Shirai Kuroko, and Accelerator destroyed the fragment himself.
Afterwards, on behalf of Academy City, as well as Heaven Canceller's efforts to get the Misaka clones to develop their own individual personalities, she was sent out into the multiverse, to observe and to do....stuff. Honestly, she's of the opinion that this is kinda pointless, but she doesn't have a choice anymore. And it does provide valuable information, so she's just gonna roll with it.
Faction: Factionless</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Oh, dear, that's no good. Just your skeleton, is it?", Seiga frowned, "Well, I didn't want to do this, but I suppose it's necessary. See, for such a ritual to work, the salve has to permeate all layers. Skin, muscle, tendon, blood, and bone. If we can't damage your skeleton, well, I'm afraid one clean slice isn't going to do it; I just can't cut with that sort of accuracy. Nope, nothing for it."
Seiga shrugged and set the containers on the table.
"I'm going to have to flay your hands and cut them manually.", she sighed and rubbed her temples, "Gracious, what a chore... but for a cutie like you, I'm willing to go the extra mile~.", she gave Hazama a playful wink and strolled over to a cabinet in the corner of the room, opening a drawer and retrieving an old potato peeler.
"Whenever you're ready, just set your hands down on that counter on the far side of the room. I'll be right over. Oh-", she turned around and pointed at Yoshika, "You know, I suppose we could have her do it. She eats just about anything, you see, so it'll be faster than doing it by hand. Your decision, really."</s>
<|message|>Joseph Joestar
Joseph Joestar - ICE MOON
Joseph had noticed that after the battle, Dante, and the cat looking entity were quickly entering through some sort of portal. Giving a smile, Joseph felt inclined to let them simply walk and go off on their own, if not for the menacing presence behind him. Joseph raised an eyebrow and turned, only to notice what appeared to be 10's of wolves perched up on ruinous debris staring longingly toward him, salivating from their chops, Joseph grinned, and charging up the Hamon with his legs, he once again booked a 180 and charged off, rushing once more but in the opposite direction of the canines, toward the portal which was soon about to close, and using his Hamon powered legs, he shot himself forward, with a diagonal front flip and spun directly into the portal, teleporting away from the ICE MOON location.
Castle Tepes - In the air
After flinging through the portal, there was a moment of silence, teleporting away from the cold temperatures of the ice moon brought him thousands of feet in the air, above Castle Tepes. Blinking, Joseph joestar screamed comically as he fell like a sack of potatoes downward.
"WHAT?! I- IN THE AIR?! I- IMPOSSIBLE!"
Joseph had to think to himself, to see someone like Dante fire down and through what appeared to be a window of some sort, he wouldn't be able to survive such a landing himself, but while Joseph lacked in damage resistance, he made it up with ingenuity, and his ticket happened to come in the shape of a draconic entity which the Khajiit happened to be riding upon. Sliding his clackers from his belt, he grinned and flung them forward, tying the metal balls around the dragons leg to hold onto it in the meantime.
"CLACKERS!"
With his flight secured, Joseph held on for dear life, and was able to make it just above the castles roof, however, not knowing his clackers losing their grip, Joseph felt his grip slipping as his clackers came loose, causing Joseph to plummet toward the castles roof, and with a scream he held both arms out, allowing him to crash onto the roof with a powerful thud, though charging Hamon through his arms, he was able to rip through the castle Tepes chimney, firing down the hot, fiery, smoke filled smog, using his Hamon to coat himself in a Hamon based barrier, the power of the sun to absorb the heat of the fire and relinquish the smoke the ability to get into his lungs, using Hamon based breathing to expel it before it could stay inside. Eventually Joseph crashed and rolled through the Castle Tepes Fireplace, where Dante and the Khajiit was located, covered in soot.
CASTLE TEPES - KITCHEN
Joseph Joestar took a minute to breath before the Hamon Warrior stood up and brushed himself clean of the soot from the fireplace, coughing several times, Joseph Joestar started to breathe like he was taught to, to regain his energy a lot faster, while also giving Dante a smile, winking cheerfully at his direction, speaking up not a moment after.
"Joestar.... Joseph Joestar! Nice to meetcha! You were in that ice place, right? Had to drop in unexpectedly, didn't know where I was going, but you seem to know your way around!"
Joseph quickly looked toward the maids and winked at them, giving them a very charming glance in the process, to held ease the tension.</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa
Whoa, what was this guy doing? Just grabbing onto her broom like that? Jeez, he could get hurt! Sure, Marisa had no problem beating people up, but some guy falling off her broom and getting some serious injuries was not exactly something she felt too good about. Holding her hat on her head, she looked back over her shoulder at him, the other hand holding firmly to her broom.
"Oi oi, you should really let go before I get too-"
Wait wait why wasn't the broom rising anymore.
Marisa found herself rapidly descending through the air. With a yelp, she swiftly grabbed onto her hat as she fell, wrapping her legs around the broom When she hit the ground, she skidded her knees and pitched forward, knocking her head on the concrete and thrusting her backside into the air in a rather awkward-looking position. Stars went off in her vision on the impact as a horrendous pain reverberated through her skull.
"Ow ow ow..." one hand still on her hat, Marisa raised her other hand to weakly hold her forehead, tears welling up in her eyes at the pain. "Wh-what the hell was that?!"
Othinus, meanwhile, would get a rather different experience. Objects of all sorts catapulted around the hat. Yen, strange, unfamiliar coins, a trumpet, a glowing necklace, a sheathed katana, several manga...
In fact, one particular manga, the cover adorned with two girls holding hands, collided directly with her, landing open, face-down, and directly on top of the tiny girl.
Outside Castle Tepes
The stitched maid, whose name was Anette, cocked her head to the side at the assertion that it was stuff. But surely it was a cool night, the didn't have to turn on the 'make-the-air-chillier' thingy right? That was something that the girl had never fully understood, but it sure was useful sometimes during the summer! So it had to be something else...
"Well, she's adorable, right?!" she declared, her tone still bearing the utmost seriousness, "So naturally you must not have been able to take it... One time I was tending to her room when she was asleep, and it was so cute I tripped and knocked my head off!"
The stitches around her neck, somehow, would become even more visible. "And that doesn't normally happen, it's on here really tight... it's funny, I made a big mess even though I was supposed to be cleaning! But her Majesty didn't mind all the blood! She likes blood!"
Nothing in her voice seemed to indicate that Anette found any of this the least bit distressing. No, instead she found it more of a silly accident. She considered things for a moment, and then continued. "If it's really not her cuteness, though... can I get you anything?!"
Shirley, on the other hand, stared at the presentation blankly. She wasn't good with people what could she do...
"... U-um... her Majesty will... b-be out shortly? A-ah..." she grew more and more transparent as she spoke, clearly not prepared to deal with this. It was a wonder why she was the one who handled the gates.
Kitchens - Castle Tepes
The maids were not sure what to do. They all looked between one another, baffled. Things were happening so fast and so strangely that they had no idea what kind of reaction they should have. One of them, a maid sporting a pair of animal ears, paused for a moment before approaching.
"... So... are you making a pizza?" she asked. It was a reasonable question, really.</s>
| <|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
The Sister held back a wince or other display as Aleister revealed that he was already aware of the situation at hand. Well, so much for that plan then. At least she knew that the punishment wouldn't be too bad. He needed the two of them, and if she vanished then it would certainly invite wrath from Touma and her Older Sister when they found out. Which was a combination that even Crowley had to be aware of.
"'Understood,' Misaka says as she hides her appreciation of the augmentation of her goggles to emit conversation without any sort of audio function," Misaka commented whilst in motion. They couldn't delay, as was obvious. It was just a matter of hoping that no large scale incident sparked before they arrived.
That was all they could do, though the Network told her that other Sisters were approaching the area. It was just a matter of seeing who got there first, and how much trouble Marisa would put up.</s> |
<|description|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Age: Biologically 15, temporally several months
Gender: Female
Appearance: Link
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Toaru Majutsu no Raildex
Personality: Has difficulty showing emotions, but is protective of life in all forms. Knowledge of society was mostly gained through observation and shoujo manga, leading to a....questionable, understanding about how the world works. In love with Kamijou Touma, and can be territorial in regards to him when Misaka Mikoto is around. Has a habit of narrating her actions in the third person in conversation. Best described as a 'cool beauty'
Abilities/Weapons: Radio Noise - Has a weaker version of Misaka Mikoto's Electromaster ability, allowing her to generate a current of 50,000 volts, as well as generating a strong electromagnetic field that has a tendency to scare animals.
Misaka Network - A neural link with the surviving Misaka clones, allowing her to share memories and experiences, as well as coordinate actions and aid in collective problem solving.
Military training - Via the Testament machine, as well as the Misaka Network, Misaka 10032 has extensive military training in the usage of weapons, tracking targets, shaking pursuers, and the like.
Electron Goggles - Special goggles that allow her to see electron beams and magnetic field lines, as well as providing night vision, and greater accuracy when connected to a Toy Soldier
Toy Soldier - Actually a F2000R bullpup assault rifle, it is portable, and made of laminated plastic rather than steel. It can detect a target with infrared rays, and uses electronic control to adjust the trajectory in real time to give the bullet the best odds of hitting. This means one doesn't have to worry about wind direction or expected evasion, as the gun itself will adjust, and the wielder just needs to point it at the target. Specially made to absorb shock, recoil, and noise, fires 5.56x45 mm bullets.
Metal Eater MX - Actually a Barret M82A1 anti-tank rifle. Prototype model that allows usage of fully automatic fire, with Misaka having been trained how to handle the recoil. Uses .50 caliber anti-tank bullets, and can fire it at speeds of 1200 kilometers per hour
Backstory:
Not much is known of her initial backstory, but she was first seen meeting Kamijou TOuma, where she helped him carry drinks, before he helped her deal with a cat the next day. During that time, one of the Experiments was conducted as part of the Level 6 Shift Project, which resulted in Touma finding her carrying the body of her predecessor, letting him know what was happening.
The next day, she went to fight Accelerator, attempting to asphyxiate him with ozone. This failed though, and she was about to be killed when Touma saved her life. To return the favor, she utilized the Misaka Network to disrupt Accelerators manipulation of plasma, and Touma was able to defeat him, ending the experiments. Afterwards she was given treatment by Heaven Canceller to prolong her lifespan, and was one of the few Misaka clones allowed to stay in Academy City.
She was later able to recruit his assistance to ensure that Tree Diagram would not be rebuilt, though they were only able to save Shirai Kuroko, and Accelerator destroyed the fragment himself.
Afterwards, on behalf of Academy City, as well as Heaven Canceller's efforts to get the Misaka clones to develop their own individual personalities, she was sent out into the multiverse, to observe and to do....stuff. Honestly, she's of the opinion that this is kinda pointless, but she doesn't have a choice anymore. And it does provide valuable information, so she's just gonna roll with it.
Faction: Factionless</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa
"Oi oi, he's fine, right? He took hitting the dirt and kept trying to lecture me, I'm sure he can take emptying out my storage spell," Marisa said, stuffing Othinus quickly into one of her pockets as she strode forward to pick up her hat. Jeez, how was she going to get all her belongings... and 'borrowed items' back into her hat and get away with Othinus? Well, at least she knew the tiny girl's name now. "And it's not like I'm keeping you, I just wanna dress you up a bit. Keeping a person, that'd be kinda weird, right?"
Marisa shrugged, before returning her attention to Touma. Now him... he was pretty weird. How exactly had he done that stuff? How could a human being do that sort of thing? Spell interference? He hadn't used any kind of magic that she recognized(or even that she didn't as far as she could tell). The throbbing pain in her skull from cracking her head on the concrete was fading now, as well, thankfully. That had been pretty awful.
"How'd you do that?" she asked, prodding her hat. Her spell was still there, but it had just been shut off, something had totally cancelled it. She'd have to reactivate it and everything so she could use her hat as easy convenient storage once more... and get all her stuff back. "That's not something people can do, just turning off magic by touching it."
Outside the Castle
It was not much longer until Anette returned with Gintoki's water, on an ornate silver platter because, to put it simply, why not use an ornate silver platter? Moments after handing the water to him, however, the damn seemed to break. Tears, more tears them seemed humanly possibly, streamed out of her eyes an splashed onto the ground.
"W-we w-work s-so h-hard... Her H-Highness says w-we do a g-good job... but th-that's just t-to make us feel better, i-isn't it?! If the g-guests don't like it..."
She trailed off, still crying away.
Things were really intent on being difficult for the white-haired warrior, weren't they?</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Oh my, you're right! I completely forgot the name and address! Oh, how silly of me. An errand boy can't do anything if he doesn't know where to go!"
Seiga snatched the envelope, wrote something onto it in an obscure 7th century Chinese dialect, and handed it back to Hazama.
"Here you are; and remember, no peeking! Trust me, I'll know."
With that, Seiga whirled around and waved her golden wand, an ovular hole in the fabric of reality opening up in response to reveal a swirling pool of fragmented shapes and colors. The jumble of images quickly rearranged themselves into what appeared to be some sort of cubist artistry, a mishmash of multiple conflicting perspectives. Needless to say, the effect was somewhat nauseating.
"You should probably get going. If we had done the ritual, you wouldn't have to worry about the hole closing up on top of you, but I'm afraid you didn't, so...", she exhaled and looked at the hole, "...Yyyyyeah. Might want to hurry up."</s>
<|message|>Dante
Guts - Whatever Town HSoD takes Place In
"I don't need your protection. Stop trying to sell two-bit bodyguard services, kid." Guts scowled, staring ahead as his feet stamped on the asphalt beneath his feet.
Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens
With a flourish, Dante's shirt, buckles, and coat returned to where they belonged- his well-sculpted abs.
"UMMA? UMMA cramps my style, baby." he said, dragging his skeleton sword across the steamy pie. Raising a traingular slice above his head, he briefly licked his lips before lowering the hot, cheesy pizza enter his mouth, tearing off a mouthful of the dish.
"....PYEAH!" he spat it out, wiping his mouth. "I knew it. Terrible." he said to himself, tossing the slice. The crust was far too hard from being kneaded too much, and the inside was undercooked from receiving only a quick burst of heat. Also, it had bits of bullet in it; Dante spat out a crumpled up load of .45 ACP.</s>
<|message|>Pilcrow
Pilcrow, Near School
A large transport chopper slowly faded in above the town. Pilcrow looked out the cockpit, checking to make sure there were no jets pursuing him any more, before looking down at the ground for a suitable landing spot. The town he was above seemed a bit dead, but after some searching he spotted a building on fire with three distinct figures moving away from it. As he shakily pulled the helicopter towards them, he noticed the city wasn't a complete ghost town - he saw what appeared to be shambling, rotting human corpses roaming the streets. He brought the helicopter down near the three, causing a horrible noise as its belly scraped across the asphalt. A shutter on the side opened, and Pilcrow leaned out of it with a concerned look, motioning for the survivors to get in.</s>
<|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
Finishing up the lap was a very simple task, as Chuck no longer had to deal with those tendrils. The other three laps went by rather quickly, as Chuck reached the finish line.
The power-armored cameraman lowered down the camera and hovered towards Chuck. Glancing towards the camera-man Chuck inquired, "Right anything new added to the schedule? Or an interview segment?" Thinking for a moment the Camera-man shook his head.
"Haven't heard anything about an updated schedule." The camera operator replied. "And no interview segment this time. Anything else you need?"
Chuck glanced at the cameraman, "Just a way to the next segment. Maybe a bar in the meantime." The camera man nodded, "Sure thing. Let me just configure the portal."
"Suppose that'll take you a few laps." Chuck remarked as he sped off once more down the track as the Camera-man began fiddling with a small device.</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
The new environment was a bit much for Lucina to take in all at once. She found a suitable distraction from the confusion when a male voice acknowledged her existence.
Lucina turned around, startled. The young fellow didn't finish his sentence, as if unsure how to conclude talking to Lucina. "...May I help you...?" Lucina asked, tilting her head. "Wait. First. Who are you?"
Lucina turned completely around. Some heads in the crowd turned, though they likely dismissed her as some cosplayer. She did look awfully like a character from a Nintendo video game.</s>
| <|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Misaka was unaware of the occurrence which Touma was currently being subjected to, the sudden collapse of a pocket dimension in a hat that sent everything punching into Touma himself. She might have found it funny, but for the moment she was focused on the task at hand, as one might expect.
She glanced over as the new instruction was delivered to her and Kakine, a new dimensional insertion that they had to take care of, perhaps as a result of the weakening of the barrier as a result of their own portal. It was only a theory though, and it would be more for them to pick up the pieces.
"'Understood,' Misaka replies as she shifts in the direction of the given coordinates," Misaka said as she did just that, once the goggles had given them directions towards the apparent new arrival. At least this time it was close, closer than Marisa currently was, and as a result more easily handled.
Soon enough they arrive, and their target wasn't hard to locate. She certainly stood out from the rest of the crowd in dress, if not how confused she was at the moment. At least she had yet to cause any problems, unlike the currently rogue witch that had escaped into the city.
Misaka came up behind Kakine then, standing to the side as she held on to her weapon, though she didn't aim it at anything, least of all the woman there. And she was still indifferent to her own appearance, with the gun, the bag slung over her back, and the goggles atop her head. "'My name is Misaka Mikoto. And he is Kakine Teitoku,' Misaka says as she looks the strangely dressed woman over to determine if she is a threat," Misaka said as she did just that, though it did not seem that there was a problem in that regard. Hopefully that would provide her partner with some ground to get them off the street. And if not, she could think of a way herself, though it might not be the easiest.</s> |
<|description|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Age: Biologically 15, temporally several months
Gender: Female
Appearance: Link
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Toaru Majutsu no Raildex
Personality: Has difficulty showing emotions, but is protective of life in all forms. Knowledge of society was mostly gained through observation and shoujo manga, leading to a....questionable, understanding about how the world works. In love with Kamijou Touma, and can be territorial in regards to him when Misaka Mikoto is around. Has a habit of narrating her actions in the third person in conversation. Best described as a 'cool beauty'
Abilities/Weapons: Radio Noise - Has a weaker version of Misaka Mikoto's Electromaster ability, allowing her to generate a current of 50,000 volts, as well as generating a strong electromagnetic field that has a tendency to scare animals.
Misaka Network - A neural link with the surviving Misaka clones, allowing her to share memories and experiences, as well as coordinate actions and aid in collective problem solving.
Military training - Via the Testament machine, as well as the Misaka Network, Misaka 10032 has extensive military training in the usage of weapons, tracking targets, shaking pursuers, and the like.
Electron Goggles - Special goggles that allow her to see electron beams and magnetic field lines, as well as providing night vision, and greater accuracy when connected to a Toy Soldier
Toy Soldier - Actually a F2000R bullpup assault rifle, it is portable, and made of laminated plastic rather than steel. It can detect a target with infrared rays, and uses electronic control to adjust the trajectory in real time to give the bullet the best odds of hitting. This means one doesn't have to worry about wind direction or expected evasion, as the gun itself will adjust, and the wielder just needs to point it at the target. Specially made to absorb shock, recoil, and noise, fires 5.56x45 mm bullets.
Metal Eater MX - Actually a Barret M82A1 anti-tank rifle. Prototype model that allows usage of fully automatic fire, with Misaka having been trained how to handle the recoil. Uses .50 caliber anti-tank bullets, and can fire it at speeds of 1200 kilometers per hour
Backstory:
Not much is known of her initial backstory, but she was first seen meeting Kamijou TOuma, where she helped him carry drinks, before he helped her deal with a cat the next day. During that time, one of the Experiments was conducted as part of the Level 6 Shift Project, which resulted in Touma finding her carrying the body of her predecessor, letting him know what was happening.
The next day, she went to fight Accelerator, attempting to asphyxiate him with ozone. This failed though, and she was about to be killed when Touma saved her life. To return the favor, she utilized the Misaka Network to disrupt Accelerators manipulation of plasma, and Touma was able to defeat him, ending the experiments. Afterwards she was given treatment by Heaven Canceller to prolong her lifespan, and was one of the few Misaka clones allowed to stay in Academy City.
She was later able to recruit his assistance to ensure that Tree Diagram would not be rebuilt, though they were only able to save Shirai Kuroko, and Accelerator destroyed the fragment himself.
Afterwards, on behalf of Academy City, as well as Heaven Canceller's efforts to get the Misaka clones to develop their own individual personalities, she was sent out into the multiverse, to observe and to do....stuff. Honestly, she's of the opinion that this is kinda pointless, but she doesn't have a choice anymore. And it does provide valuable information, so she's just gonna roll with it.
Faction: Factionless</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
Well, that's one way to explain something. "Perhaps you can call me something other than 'anomaly,'" Lucina said, somewhat indignantly. "My name is Lucina. And I have a question before we go..."
Lucina turned to Misaka. "Do you always narrate what you do?" she asked with a deadpan expression.
Lucina felt somewhat agitated; if they had to check if she was a threat, then where was she? She had no comrades backing her up...
Lucina, regardless, followed Kakine and Misaka to wherever-they-were-going, hoping for some information.</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
Seiga closed the hole in dimensions, pinching the bridge of her nose in mild irritation. No matter, this would be fine. She picked up the tablet Hazama had left on the floor next to his hologram machine. Noting his destination, she fiddled with it for a bit, finding a call button. She pressed it, Hazama's side picking up immediately.
"Excuse me, Mister Incompetent? You seem to have come to the wrong address. I'm looking, and... yes, I'm afraid that's nowhere NEAR the right universe.", she sighed, "You know, if you're illiterate, you could have just told me. Trust me, it couldn't lower my opinion of you any further. Of course, had you just taken the hole I went to the trouble of making for you, it wouldn't be an issue, but you didn't, so I suppose you'll be taking the hard way around. See, from what I've been told, the place I've asked you to deliver to? It has a... field, of sorts, around it that stops conventional travel. My holes can make it through, but your little thing? Yeah, not going to happen. Take it as a test of your resourcefulness, I suppose."
With that, Seiga nonchalantly hit the end call button, crushed the tablet, and chucked it into a corner.
"Where does he have to go, Nyan-Nyan?"
"Oh, the home of some forgettable organization that takes care of stragglers like him. I think they call it... Yggdrasil."
"Are we gonna wait for him?"
"Pfft, no. I'm taking one more trip, then we're leaving. If he does complete that wild goose chase I've sent him on and tracks us down afterwards, well, I suppose we'll have to fulfill our end of the bargain. Till then, we've no further obligation to him."
"What's a wild goose chase?"
"It's a task to get something that's very hard and very stupid to get hold of. In this case, the signature of a high-ranking official, Ms. Knox. She's known for being... uncooperative, to say the least. Say, Yoshika?"
"Uh?"
"'Prince' is the proper term for one such as that, is it not?"
"If Nyan-Nyan says so, then it's true for definite!"
"You're such a good girl, Yoshika. Now then, guard the house while I'm away.", Seiga grabbed a large burlap sack, "I'll just snatch a few and we'll test them at home, okay?"
"Okaaaaay!"
Seiga slipped into the floor once more, gliding through the earth. Luckily, they weren't recognizing anyone's achievements in outstanding cruelty or some such thing today, so it would be a painfully easy task to stuff a few Teigu in a bag and bail. Of course, had Seiga been a normal thief, she'd find this vault more or less impossible, given that it was plated in a metal thought to be indestructible, kept on around-the-clock watch, and was located deep underground within the palace treasury. Seiga was not a normal thief.
Indeed, had they been out on display, under the watching eyes of the prime minister, his guards, and one or more of his loyal retainers- that'd be some serious trouble. The kind of thing a master thief would go after. Seiga was not a master thief, either.
She simply burrowed through the treasury wall once again, into the nigh-impenetrable orichalcum-plated vault which had been the death of many a spy. She hummed quietly as she snatched up anything that seemed interesting and relatively easy-to-carry. A book, a breastplate, a paintbrush, a ring, a mask, all stuffed into a sack with no real ceremony. Her work finished, she tunneled back to meet Yoshika.
"Come, Yoshika.", Seiga said as she opened a hole in the wall between worlds, leading to her secret retreat, "Our work here is done."
"Sure thing, Nyan-Nyan!"
And with that, they left, hole closing behind them.</s>
| <|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Misaka glanced over to her companion as Kakine finished the explanation to the new arrival, who was looking somewhat confused by all this. Misaka could have done the same herself, but given her penchant for third person narration it would have taken a lot longer to do so, and presumably they all wanted to be out of here sooner rather than later. At least the two of them did, since they still had a kleptomaniac witch to catch.
Once that had been finished, the strange woman introduced herself, and Misaka logged the information away for the Network. This would be another interesting experience, even if it served as a distraction from the main mission itself. And every bit of data helped when it came to this sort of thing.
She gave Lucina a blank look when asked about her speech, before answering that. "Yes." With that she set off, moving besides Kakine as she kept tabs on the Network, angling in on Marisa's location and the ongoing feud with Touma. Despite having picked up another guest, this mission would be accomplished, one way or another.</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Aura Bright
The Gilkidu Duo
"...so that's when I crawled my way out of that infernal worm's stomach and retrieved the genuine Kiku-Ichimonji, and used that to cut my way free," Gilgamesh's introduction-turned-epic tale continued, so absorbed in his speech that he failed to notice that everyone else was tuning him out to discuss their next move. It wasn't until they had left the wreckage that the mightiest warrior had realised Nono - and the group by extension - had wandered off. Damn it, right at the best part, too!
"Hmph. Don't even know an awesome story when they hear it," grumbled the swordsman, "well fine! I need to continue on my journey anyway. Come, Enkidu!"
...
"...Enkidu?" Gilgamesh looked around, seeing no animal-themed humanoids nearby. Where did he even...
Rushing after the group to confirm his suspicions, Enkidu had indeed followed everyone else. More food was a powerful motivation to ally with others, it seemed. Fuming at the betrayal, Gilgamesh lumbered after them.
Aura
Well, that was a surprising question. Giving Subaru a mildly confused look, Aura returned her gaze to the young man and replied, "kinda, I guess. It's like seeing the future, right?"
Why would he ask that, though? Why would precognition be relevant to anything? Unless he turned out be a seer or something... actually, if he was, that made him exceedingly dangerous.
Making sure not to betray any nervousness, Aura continued, "why do you ask? Is it related to a medical condition of yours?"</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
That Gilgamesh guy was still rambling about his adventures, which she stored for later. At the same time, her primary attention was on Saber, who was in control of the situation as usual. It was the kind of attitude that Nono was still striving for, a lesson that she still had to learn even in her final meeting with Lal'c. And at the same time though, she knew people couldn't do it alone. Which was why she would support Onee-sama as much as she could.
"Alright Onee-sama," she said happily, following after Saber as she mirrored the other girl's pace. "Hey there, I'm Nono," she added with her upbeat attitude as Lucas introduced himself. "Are you new here?"
Entering the restaurant at near the same time, she looked around, impressed and eager, even though getting nutrition was unnecessary for her. Glancing over at Gintoki with his question, she then looked at Saber. "I can get some tables if you guys want to order food first," she offered. She knew how much Saber wanted her food, and not boding any argument, she went off to stake her claim in tables for the group.
Misaka 10032, Client World Macross
Misaka hadn't really considered whether Marisa would actually have caused damage to the city in her visit as a part f her calculations, to be honest. Academy City had a near incredible ability to recover from any damage, short of full on apocalyptic sized catastrophe, so certainly there was nothing the Witch could have done that would have seriously compromised the city.
With agreement, she silently headed towards the indicated food venue. It was a nice place, outdoor to provide access to the sun and sky, though with shade as needed. Round and long tables were both set up, while music played from speakers overhead.
Walking up to the small area from which one could place their order, she pointed at a dish, almost seemingly at random given some of the strange names listed there. "'I will have that,' Misaka says with growing hunger," Misaka told the man working there, who was slightly off put by didn't complaint. Order given, she stepped off to the side to allow the other two to order, before they went to find a table so they could sit and wait for their meal.
Cinder Fall, Her Secret Base -> Shadow Eternity HQ
Cinder wore her smirk as she finished installing and setting up the power cube, the generator put into standby mode as she had yet to get the rest of the items she needed to make her plan a reality. That would take some more work, but she had the time, for the moment. And it would be completed in time. The multiverse was useful like that, since it meant everything was available with enough searching.
That done, she spun about and left, calm paces taking her back along the route she had traced once before. She had to get back before people began to suspect much, since she still didn't need people wondering where she had gone at the moment. Not that she expected to have to since she hadn't been gone that long, but better safe than sorry.
Back she went to the main plaza which was currently being cleaned by small, yet efficient robots. She gave another glance to the ring overhead that curved up from the horizon, before stepping back onto the teleporter pad. The press of a button, and she was gone, leaving this place empty once more.
She appeared with a flash of light back in the base, the place as active as ever. Not that she expected otherwise, and she smoothly stepped out and into the general activity, as seamlessly as she had left it. At the moment, she considered going to see Giorno, a man whom she considered something of an ally, though she certainly attempted to not underestimate him. He was useful, but she knew he could tell he was being used. That made it all the more delicate.
But she decided against it for the moment. They had time. She also considered going to go find The Leader, to investigate and learn what more she could about their organizer and master. Such a mysterious figure was too much to be left alone, and she wanted to learn more about her, her identity, and her goals. That way, she could better promote her own agenda.
But, once more, their Leader seemed busy, and until she had instructions she was willing to be let alone. So she headed to the lounge, one of many lounges in the place, to rest, and to further spread her tendrils of support throughout the organization. It seemed to always be a hard days work for her, but she would not have it any other way. She had a mission, and she would see it to the end.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
"Nono is getting a seat..." it was all that Saber said before her eyes fixed on the menu. Yes... yes... there was such variety in cuisine just on the first page! The sheer volume of options available was beyond anything she could have hoped for... how had she not visited this place previously?! So much food that she could order... She had converted an 'allowance' from Rin into Yggdrasil marks upon her earlier arrival, and even part-time Agents received compensation for their time and effort. As such, she could certainly afford this restaurant. The prices were not exactly cheap, but it seemed that the restaurant was popular enough that there was no real requirement to charge prices that were through the roof.
Beyond the menus, to the left of the seats, there was a vast number of empty trays. The restaurant functioned rather uniquely. Food was made to order and held in stasis to keep them fresh, so that patrons of the restaurant could order anything they wanted. An 'agent discount' was proudly proclaimed beside a message that declared that the chef could quite literally prepare any food requested of them, though some dishes would take longer then others.
Saber also noticed a hasty note pinned beneath the holographic menu display, declaring 'Please do not order any meals involving the Gigaceros! The Chef is still recovering from last time! Please be kind to her!' Her mind did not dwell on this for long, as the thought was soon pushed out by a stream of dishes she could potentially order. Vaguely aware that others were present, she remembered to introduce herself. "... My class is Saber."
And with that, she took one of the holographic menus. Her mind settled on one of the old staples... to start with. A dish reminiscent of Shirou's cooking, it seemed. It would be an opener for her whole meal! Yes, so much delicious food...
A waiter approached Nono at the table. He was a young, brown-haired man in a black vest, white shirt, and black pants. "Er... You're with the other group? It's just that... I'm sorry, the blonde seems a little out of it, is she feeling well? She hasn't looked away from the menus since you got here."
He paused for a moment.
"... Er... please take a seat, though, and welcome to the Multiversal All-You-Can-Eat!"
Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)
At Kakine's skeptical expression, Marisa simply gave a wide, cheerful grin. Hehehe, it wouldn't be trouble at all! She just had to make sure when she got into the city she could get out with aaaaall the loot that she'd accumulated! And wow she was getting pretty hungry. By the time she got in line and could order her food after Misaka, she just eagerly ordered the item with the largest portion that she saw and eagerly headed over to the table after Misaka. Marisa had to say she was kind of curious about how these two were travelling and stuff. It didn't look like they could knock holes in the fabric of reality or anything like that, though admittedly that was largely speculation on her part.
"So, you two are kinda like multiversal scouts or explorers or something?" she asked with a cheerful grin as she sat down. "You know, going out and looking around and stuff like that?"
Dlanor A. Knox - Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir
Dlanor gave a nod to the others. Indeed, it seemed as if there was no real clue as to what the two girls had been seeking that any of them could discern. All that they could do now is ensure that the passengers were unharmed. Striding towards the door to the civilian seating, the angel suddenly paused. There was a small doubt in her mind. What exactly have been the goal of this force? To take the Tanngrisnir? If that had been the case, why didn't they aim for the ship's control center? Quietly turning to Patchouli, the small girl spoke her thoughts.
"Belladonna, Russ," she began, "Please ensure the passengers are SAFE. Knowledge, did you notice any activity in the secure cargo via the library's CONSOLE?"
No agents had been dispatched there. The civilians had required protection. If that had been a distraction...
UMMA Strike Team Section 4678934-Alpha, Siberia
"Breaching multiversal barrier in five..."
Her fingers clenched tightly on the Breaker Unit. It was a standard-issue device to teams with no ability to travel interdimensionally under their own power. The response here had to be quick. They were going to a rather... unpleasant location, with both SE forces invading and a potential viral outbreak. They had gathered information that the one in charge of the facility they were invading was planning to introduce a viral threat to neighboring universes. Naturally this was quite simply unacceptable. They'd been force to respond by the SE attack on the base. They couldn't wait for the nearest of the UMMA's heavy hitters, though backup from one of them was promised as soon as possible.
"Four..."
Any moment now. Her team was poised behind her. Her currently-prisitine white armor hummed, the assault shotgun in her hand was primed and ready for action. If there were zombies roaming about, they wouldn't know what hit them. SE forces... well, they were supposed to try and arrest them(the ultimate goal was to arrest the head of the entire operation at this location), but if they didn't surrender...
"Three... two... one."
The device clicked and there was a flash as the fabric of reality opened. Immediately she sprang inside, followed by her teammates. Reynolds, the massive hulk of a man with his flamethrower, had to duck through the opening.
They were greeted with a dimly-lit hallway. Well, at least there wasn't anyone lying in wait.
"... Alright, let's take this carefully," she said, glancing back at her team. She was a young women, clad in white plating with a helmet sporting a blue visor. Her eyes were blue, her skin light, and her hair blonde. "We have mutants, zombies, SE, and Neo-Umbrella forces to worry about, so there's no room for mistakes. If worse comes to worse, we buy time until our heavy-hitters can get here. Let's hope it doesn't come to that."</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Daiki Kaito
- Freddy's
Kaito got kicked by the Worm and into a barrage of gunfire. His armor sparked up as he was knocked around by the bullets. A man gave his rant about how he or his mooks won't put up with these 'Kamen Riders' for any longer. The firing kept on going. Kaito could try on Mango Arms, but one of the things he learned from asking Sid about the details behind the Sengoku Driver is that switching between Arms leaves you vulnerable and ripe for an opportune back stab... or back fire in his case. Kaito leaned on his Banaspear until he couldn't take the bullets no more. The armor liquified as he fell onto the ground. Kaito tried to get up. Even when he was beaten, he was not one to surrender.</s>
<|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz - Enjin Room / Muthership
Suffice to say, the PED Trooper wasn't going to go down as easily as their fellows. Rather than being knocked clean off their feet by the Ork slamming into them, they were merely thrown off balance and temporarily dazed. An opening was still an opening, however, and Arragoz would gladly take it. Bringing his choppa to bear, the greenskin drove it into the muhrine's backpack. While the blue aura surrounding the PED Trooper stopped it from going too deep, the Kommando still succeeded in leaving a noticeable gouge in the mechanical apparatus.
Before Arragoz could have 'anuvver go' at the humie with his choppa, the muhrine regained their bearings, and retaliated. Their strength and speed greatly amplified by the Phazon coursing through them, the PED trooper span around and clubbed the greenskin with their arm-cannon in one swift motion. While this failed to cause any significant damage to Arragoz, it did a spectacular job of messing up his neck, as the Ork's head was now facing to the left. With his free hand, the greenskin forcibly twisted his skull back into place, just in time to see the muhrine follow up his previous assault with a point-blank blast of Phazon-boosted energy to Arragoz' chest. Unlike the former of the two attempts at harming the Ork, this one actually left a mark. Or, to elaborate, it burned a fist-sized hole about half-way through the Kommando's chest.
While a human or similar creature would be very, very dead, the Ork's only reaction was to briefly glance down at the freshly created cavity, shrug, and ask the muhrine "Wuz dat sa'posed ta 'urt?" Briefly stunned by the blast's inability to do so much as even faze their target, the PED Trooper took a moment to regain their composure, and prepared to fire off another shot. Just before the marine pulled the trigger, however, something unfortunate happened.
The thrumming PED unit producing the Trooper's Hypermode sputtered, backed up, and finally petered out, taking the blue aura and all that that entailed with it. As a result, instead of loosing another mighty blast of energy, the muhrine's arm cannon produced a comparatively piddly beam, incapable of even piercing the Ork's hide. Evidently, the marine's good fortune, in addition to any chance at victory, had gone out for lunch. Yet despite this, the PED Trooper didn't surrender, flee, or do anything of a cowardly sort. Quite the contrary, as the muhrine proceeded to loose a haymaker at the Ork's face, using the hand that wasn't encased in the now functionally worthless arm-cannon. At the very least, the humie deserved credit for not being a complete panzy.
Deciding to oblige the muhrine's desire for good ol' fisticuffs, Arragoz responded with his own fist, enhanced by the spikes of his knuckleduster/choppa. Barely a moment later, the fist of one impacted the face of the other, and a sickening crunch could be heard. The PED Trooper collapsed to the ground shortly afterwards, making the source of the prior sound clear. With the brief, but still somewhat satisfying duel at an end, Arragoz casually ripped the PED unit from the muhrine's corpse, before returning his attention to the matter at hand: gettin' da zog off da ship afore it 'splodes. Luckily, one of the humies accompanying him had already determined an escape route, so the greenskin proceeded to leg it in the indicated direction.
When the firey bombs were finally set off, the Greenskin managed a short chuckle, knowing that the humies would now be too busy either 'Doin' da Burny Dance' or putting out the fires to effectively pursue them.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
Saber's world was almost entirely focused the moment the food was placed down on her plate. Yes... yes, there it was... the aroma reminded her so much of Shirou's excellent cooking... it was an example of traditional Japanese cuisine. Saber's hand almost blurred as she swiftly ferried food from plate to mouth, and was immediately encountered by an intensely blissful flavor. Yes... this was what she desired. The texture, the taste, it was perfect. The chef for this establishment was surely incredibly experienced, there was no way to deny this! Her hand swiftly traveled between plate and mouth. She failed to notice Nono's visible reaction to the mapo tofu, nor anything else. Saber was entirely focused on her meal.
In about a minute, which was to say one and a half plates of food later, Saber finally paused to react to her surroundings. Gintoki appeared to have ordered something sweet... Nono was rather flushed. Had she ordered something spicy? Preparing to return to her meal, a thought began to nag at the King of Knights. Yggdrasil was secured. Technological systems, magical wards, unauthorized teleportation was locked out of the tower, and the entryways were monitored carefully. How could the infiltration by Shadow Eternity forces have occurred? It was a rather serious matter, and she was certain Yggdrasil's internal security forces would be investigating, but...
"... How could Shadow Eternity have entered this tower for their attack?" she could not simply leave the matter unaddressed. Saber had to at least attempt to discover what had occurred...
Meanwhile, from the back of the restaurant, though the crowds of people, a chef's hat bobbed. The wearer was apparently small, as they could not be seen through the crowds. All that was visible was the hat.
Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)
Marisa twirled one of her chopsticks between two fingers as she listened to Kakine's explanation. She sure was pretty ready to join up with some travelling companions. That way she could go and boast to Alice about the whole thing! The moment her food arrived, she prepared to dig in... but paused when Kakine offered her the headset. As she commonly did when it came to small objects, the Perfectly Ordinary Witch snatched it away and turned it over in her hands, investigating it.
"Awesome!" exclaimed the small blonde. "This is one of those things that the outside people use to talk to one another when they're far away, right? I've wanted one but there was never any I could find nice and fast!"
This was to say that there was no-where for her to easily steal it from, but they didn't need to know that. "Heh, thanks! This is pretty kickass..."
It swiftly vanished beneath her hat, before she proceeded to tear into her meal, shoveling it into her mouth rapidly.
The Leader, Shadow Eternity Headquarters
For now, all was calm. The Leader knew that her team had perished on that planet, and thus others had to be sent... if there had been any survivors, she did not know of them. It was not an end she had taken lightly, no... Death should not be so pointless. Suffering, pain... it was not her intent to cause such needless things. In some cases the ends had justified the means, but the deaths of those attempting to excavate the coffin were worthless, and the thought of it weighed on her. Had she known such dangers lurked on the planet, she would have sent a more powerful force.
For the moment, she simply ran one hand across the cylindrical tank that stored Dead Master... yes, it wouldn't be much longer, at least. Not much longer until the end she truly desired could finally be met. The UMMA would surely be destroyed.
"... Cinder Fall," she said, turning away from the tank. "You have business with me?"
UMMA Strike Team Section 4678934-Alpha, Siberia
The Strike Team's progress was slow and careful. They were swift to check their corners. They had to balance the crucial nature of their mission with ensuring that they did not run into any situation without assessing it first. After all, it'd be no good if they all got killed. However, the captain was confident this wouldn't be the case, and Sato specifically practically radiated confidence. Reynolds radiated a desire to light things on fire.
Johnson just wanted to get this mission done safely.
All of this was a bit muddled when a shutter suddenly slammed down in front of them. After a brief moment of shock, the captain sighed and glanced back at her team.
"Sato, you know what to do," she said. No need to panic, after all.
The Japanese woman was practically giddy as she hurried over to the shudder. It would take her a few moments, but she'd have it assembled soon enough. "I'll have it nice and lit up real quick, captain, don't you worry!"</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
Nono had definitely not lost track of time, at least on a subconscious level, but for the moment she was content as she was. It wasn't as if there would be major repercussions from their being a bit late anyway, and this was more important in the grand scheme of things. Onee-sama mattered more than any mere meeting could ever.
It was once more amusing to behold Saber giving herself such intense consideration, as if she couldn't believe what she was being told. Certainly she had received such compliments before, yes? Like, from that Rin person she kept mentioning, or someone else in her life. There was no way that Nono was the only one who thought that way, though a part of her wouldn't have minded if she was.
"Yeah," she answered with a happy nod. At this point it didn't seem like she'd be able to convince Onee-sama, but if she said it enough times then eventually it might sink in. "And besides, you're really good with a sword while I just kinda break things in half on accident. That has to count for something." A nervous chuckle accompanied that, though it was the truth. Aside from improbably splitting things, she wasn't very good at close range combat, as the battle with Katana Lady could attest to.
---
Misaka 10,032, Client World Macross
Misaka glanced back as she was joined by her two companions, one eager and the other more cautious as they entered the corridor that led deeper into the ship. They had escaped notice, and an application of her goggles would show the flow of energy moving further inside, which would have provided a path for them to follow if there had been more than one way to go. As it stood though, they had little choice in the matter.
"'That would be wise," Misaka replies with a thoughtful expression," Misaka said in her standard monotone to the question. It would be the most efficient way, though certainly Kakine's input would be welcome. But for the moment, there wasn't much to observe anyway.
Without another word she turned and began walking, leading them down the corridor that they had found themselves in. It was wide enough for two to walk abreast if they squeezed a bit, but for now Misaka led the way. There were few branches, and it was a relatively straight shot to another door. Along the way, it was easy to see the metal paneling, wires, and the lights that allowed them to get by.
Beyond the first door they encountered, a short distance from the entrance, was a larger room. There were lockers, as well as several space suits to go with them, of a relatively streamline design. "'This appears to be a room to prepare for extravehicular activities,' Misaka notes as she examines the devices present," Misaka told them as she got a good look at everything important for the Sister Network to go over later. Certainly it would make sense with this being a vessel designed to go into space. And with this, there would be a lot more beyond, she was sure of it.
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Cinder Fall, Shadow Eternity HQ
Cinder took the projector as she looked at the object displayed, whilst the Leader described what it was. On the surface it didn't seem too amazing, just a simple chair, but it also seemed to have some sort of capability to link in with the person sitting in it, if she didn't miss her guess. On the plus side, it made it easier to know that the UMMA didn't place much value in it. Assaulting a hospital was much easier than assaulting a military base.
"I see," she replied with a nod, putting the projector away. The only problem would be moving the thing, and she could most likely manage that somehow. There were a few items she had in her arsenal that might assist there.
A shrug then as she took a step back. "Well, unless there's anything else you'd like to tell me, I suppose I shuld get going,</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto
Misaka Mikoto - Client World 576143290-B
It wasn't a good day for Tokiwadai's Ace, by any stretch of the imagination. Through some unknown means, she'd found herself moved to a desert that obviously couldn't be anywhere near Academy City, and there was hardly a plausible reason for it. The only teleporters she'd ever encountered had far too limited a range to pull off something like this. That, and the only one likely to be anywhere near her person could at least be trusted to not leave her in the middle of a desert, even if 'respect my privacy' was a demand never likely to be heeded.
At least this desert wasn't completely trackless. There were buildings in the distance, even if it was quite a journey through hot scenery that did nothing more to better her mood. Their being completely ruined made things even worse, as well as the ashy pits.
The sounds of fighting were unmistakeable, leading the schoolgirl to walk on what appeared to be... a few girls and a soldier fighting what seemed to be two expressionless suits of armour. Snap judgements are rarely the best ones, and Misaka was far from at her mental best, and the schoolgirl opted for what her experience had taught her: expressionless suits of armour tended to mean robots and people operating on the wrong side of the law, especially as one of them was fighting a child.
This probably explained why the bolts of electricity leaping for Kiba and Senbonzakura were more powerful than was necessary to incapacitate a person.</s>
<|message|>Senbonzakura
Senbonzakura - Client World 576143290-B
Senbonzakura was now growing incredibly frustrated. This girl had managed to fight against his Bankai and survive for a long time now. Most people that fight him normally died painfully in a matter of moments against his Bankai. And now this so-called god girl was trying to contain his Bankai in the earth. Who did she think she was?
As Suwako lunged towards Senbonzakura, he merely said, "Reckless fool," as he used the sword petals he had brought with him to form a shield. The odd soldier nearby was firing lasers, which Senbonzakura planned to deal with, but Senbonzakura failed to notice the lightning heading toward him until it was too late.
Senbonzakura was dealt a direct hit from that lightning, then dealt more hits from the laser bolts. Suwako's punch, however, was blocked by the sword petal shield.
After falling to the ground, Senbonzakura got back up, and he was definitely not a happy camper. He didn't know who fired that lightning at him, but he was definitely going to find out.
"HOW! DARE! YOU!" Senbonzakura yelled. The first two words formed cracks in the ground, but the last word caused the ground the spew out geysers of cherry blossom sword petals that had been thought to be trapped within the earth. Senbonzakura raised his hands, directing the petals to move according to his will. As he did so, the petals moved twice as fast as they normally did.
6 large tendrils of sword petals were directed towards Suwako from as many angles as possible, while 3 were shot towards Jericus in a similar fashion.
Spy - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
As Spy browsed the menu, he noticed the odd warning for the Gigaceros. While it was certainly quite curious, Spy thought it best to not order it. After all, the warning was probably placed there for a reason, and Spy was not willing to risk anything over a simple menu choice.
Looking further, he made his choice for something simple and elegant. A nice dish of salmon. Yes, when someone would come to take his order, that is what he would order.</s>
<|message|>Guts
Guts eyed the new woman, some kind of magician, no doubt. The black swordsman holstered his repeater bow, and shouldered his massive blade, maintaining his distance.
She was talking about stuff he didn't understand. What was a scanner? What was an ummer?
More noteworthy was the way she could control flames. It didn't come from some device, so it had to have been magic- strong magic. Even Schierke couldn't conjure flames like that. The lazy attitude about meddling with supernatural forces was also a bad sign.
Guts grit his teeth, and stared down the redhead.
"The hell's your problem, kid? Fire's for sieges, not anti-infantry." he scolded the rookie.
"Now you've got a buncha undead running around on fire. As if they weren't already enough of a pain to deal with."</s>
<|message|>Kiba, formerly known as Hiroto Kanzaki
As Kiba was trying to parry his enemy's attack, he notices too late the bolts of lightning heading straight for him. He jolts away from his opponent in an attempt to dodge, but it was useless. The lightning struck him, resulting in a howl of pain and frustration, but mostly the latter. Faint traces of electricity crackled from his body, and smoke emanated from him. He turns towards the source of the lightning attack and in a fit of anger, he unleashed a blast of dark red energy from his left palm headed straight for the surprise attacker.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
Saber finally raised her head to look away from herself. Yes, she was certainly skilled in combat, there was no denying that... And... Rin had said she was pretty, and Nono as well... was it the truth? It was not easy for Saber to accept it even if she had been told it before. However, there was food to eat, plenty of food that she could not ignore. Just as Saber prepared to dig in, her communicator loudly blipped several times. Looking from her food, to her communicator, then back again, the King of Knights hesitated for several moments before finally reaching down and producing the device.
On the screen it projected a simple message.
'Briefing commences in exactly 10 minutes and 34 seconds.'
"... I..."
Saber looked from her food and back. She had gotten entirely distracted from the briefing after the conflict and heading to the restaurant. Indeed, everyone sporting such a communicator in the restaurant would receive the same message.
Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)
As Marisa followed, she wondered at their surroundings. Certainly, she had never previously seen anything like this in person, Gensokyo was rather lacking in such high technology on a large scale with a few exceptions. She had seen some things somewhat similar to this in the manga she nabbed from Kourin, but it was really pretty different from seeing it up close like this. Naturally, Marisa's eyes were on anything she could potentially steal. Small objects, stuff she could fit under her hat. Sure, she had the whole storage thing with her hat but this kind of thing still needed something small...
"Wow... this is awesome!" Marisa looked around with a wide grin as she investigated the suits. She did kind of want to go ahead and steal one, but there was too many ways that could go wrong right now. Instead, she kept her eyes out for anything smaller she could potentially manage to hide away under her hat or in her clothing. "I'm glad I met you, I might've missed this kinda thing if I didn't..."
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Black Rock Shooter lept back when her attack was deflected... and paused for a moment when lightning seemed to spring from no-where and strike her foe. Her clue eyes swiftly tracked the location that the electricity seemed to originate from... and found a girl, in some kind of school uniform. That was an unexpected sight in a desert, but there had already been many other unexpected sights. As her opponent ran towards the newcomer, the otherself sprang into action!
Pouring speed on to outrun the blast from her enemy, she spun herself in front of it and lashed out with her katana. The black steel clashed with the burst of energy, and there was a crackling sound as she forced the edge through it, tremors running up the girl's arm as she did. With an ear-splitting crack, Black Rock Shooter split the energy blast and sent it dissipating into harmless particles. Lowering her right hand, her left snapped up as blue light gathered to form Rock Cannon.
"You are my opponent."
The moment Rock Cannon appeared in full, the immense black barrel gleaming in the desert sun, blue energy gathered in the end and erupted out in a burst of light!
The little girl peered up over her hiding spot. Someone else had shown up? And they were helping to fight the bad guys...?
The Leader, Shadow Eternity Headquarters
"Transport is located in the lower levels," replied the Leader, calmly, turning to face the cylinder that housed Dead Master and her consoles. She had issued her orders, and that was all that she had left to do. "I do not care how you obtain the Seat, as long as you do."
And with that, her focus left Cinder entirely. She was completely focused on monitoring her consoles. Certainly, whatever she was looking at there must have been important.
???, the School
"Well, I was going to turn up the heat until there wasn't anything left, but..." the woman sighed deeply, fishing a metallic device with several dials and antenna on it from one pocket as she did. It was now releasing several blipping sounds in rapid succession as she held it up. The woman narrowed her eyes in irritation. "That's technology for you. No substitute for magic. Why didn't it say you were here until now? Piece of shit."
She sighed. "I didn't want to light you on fire, if that's what you wanna know. Guess I'll have to deal with them more carefully... Anyway, you want outta here, right?"
The woman raised an eyebrow at Guts.</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Kiba, formerly known as Hiroto Kanzaki
Seeing the lethal blast of blue energy heading straight for him once more, Kiba raises his still active energy blade and strikes at the the burst of light, attempting to cleave it apart, like what she did to his own attack moments ago. He staggers slightly against the blast's force, and was then forced back two steps. He then pours more effort into overpowering it and pushes back. His right arm begins to tremble as he starts to carve apart his enemy's blast and with another burst of strength, he slices it apart. Both halves of the energy flew past him and a thundering explosion was heard shortly afterward.
"You should realize that's useless by now!"</s>
<|message|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment
Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B
"Emperor protects," was all that Ignace was able to say before Senbonzakura attacked landed. The tendrils launch the guardsman into the air towards Suwako and Misaka. He landed with a crunch his lasgun flying from his hand and landed a few feet away. "I can't feel my body. Oh wait yes I can ohh the pain," he said trying to sit up. He struggled for a bit trying to get his pack off he manage, he dug around it for a few minutes before pulling out a medical kit. "Do any of you know how to use this?" he asked Suwako and Misaka.</s>
<|message|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
Dream Land, King Dedede's Castle
King Dedede, self-proclaimed ruler of Dream Land, sat on his throne, arguing with Customer Service on a video call. The King slammed his pudgy fists onto the arms of his throne before pointing at the man on the screen.
"Look, I ain't askin' for much! Just send me a monstah that can clobba Kirby! And non 'a these duds you keep sendin'!"
"Sorry, Triple-D, no can do. We can't send you a new monster until you settle your account's balance, an-"
"Cram it! You've got that money-back guarantee for a reason, aintcha?!"
"Sure, King Dedede... but you have to actually give US money to get any back."
Sighing and pinching the bridge of his beak, Dedede returned his attention to the screen.
"Look, what've ya got fa cheap? Somethin' big, an' powerful!"
"King Dedede, I'm afraid NightMare Enterprises just doesn't do powerful monsters on the cheap."
"After a hundred monsters that turned out to be flops, I don't think you do powerful monsters at ANY price." A snail by King Dedede's throne spoke up. "Look, this isn't the King's limousine, so we don't need your latest model! Dontcha have something cheaper? Say, a used monster?"
The man on the screen thought for a moment. "...A used monster you say? Sorry, but I'm afraid that's a little out of NME's ballpark. But there's this guy who used to do accounting for us. He's opened up a service that might have what you're looking for. I'll call him and get things set up, so sit tight."
The screen faded to black, retracting into the ceiling. Escargoon leaned in to whisper to the King.
"Your majesty, are you really sure this is actually a thing? I mean, all the monsters we use explode when they're beaten! There's no way they can get used monsters!"
"'A course there ain't no way they could get a used EXPLODED monsta! That means the monstas ain't exploded, which means they ain't lost! No more 'a those duds! Yessiree, this is gon be a bone-a-day-fee junkyard dog of a beast!"
The King laughed as his retainer rolled his eyes. After an awkward silence, the screen descended, showing a white-furred dog-man in front of a two-headed eagle symbol. "Greetings, your majesty! My name is Finster, and I am a representative for Shocker+'s monster rental service. It is an honor to have royalty as our first customer. I'm pleased to say that I have been authorized to give you a free sample from our monster catalog. It's the least we can do for such an incredible patron."
"Aw, shucks, Fido! Just lemme see that there catalog and we'll call ya back when we're ready to order."
The screen shut off again, a Waddle Dee bringing the catalog to King Dedede. After a few moments thumbing through, he turned to Escargoon.
"Ya know, a lot of these monstas look mighty different from the ones NME gives us. Might be good to try somethin' new! Like... Frytrap! Half carnivorous plant, half flamethrower!"
"Ugh, pass, your majesty. You want to deal with Fire Kirby again?"
"That's a good point. How about... Snow Wolf?"
"Ick. Probably just a pallete swap of Flame Leo. How about... this! Starfish Hitler!"
"...I dunno. I don't like the look of it"
"...Now that you mention it, I'm getting serious bad vibes from it too."
"Movin' on. We're lookin' at this all wrong Escargoon. We shouldn't be basin' this decision on keepin' Kirby from gettin' a power... We just need to give him a useless one! Like... this."
The two began snickering, before diving headlong into a hearty maniacal laugh.
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The Dreamland Super-Official 8-ball Pool Invitational Tournament
"This stinks!"
"Come on, sis, it's just a game."
"Yeah, a game set up by that nasty ol' King Dedede! Who knows what he's planning?"
"A hundred monsters later and you can't guess? Just enjoy it before he starts trying to go after Kirby."
Tiff and Tuff continued bickering as the tournament progressed.King Dedede had announced a surprise pool tournament today, with the prize being not only a fancy trophy, but a pool table. Kirby's house was a little bare, so he'd been eager to participate after seeing just how shiny the trophy was. However, judging by the fact that he was currently sitting on the table clacking two balls together, it was readily apparent Kirby had no idea how to play. Conversely, there was that strange out-of-towner... The one who won his last match by hitting the cueball so hard it exploded... causing the shards to sink all the pool balls in a single shot. In the second round, the two would be matched against each other.
The little pink puff, Kirby, Hero of the Stars, struggled to climb onto the table before lining his break shot up... and whiffing terribly, flinging the cue ball off the table.
"Excellent try, little one. But..." The out-of-towner reached over and placed Kirby on the table. "NOW IT'S MY TURN TO BREAK!"
With that, the out-of-towner cackled, planting his cuestick firmly between kirby's eyes... causing him to launch into the pool balls and ricochet around the table before finding himself stuck in a hole. "Chalk up another victory for the magnificent... BILLIARDSHADOW!"
Tiff rushed forward, shouting at King Dedede and pointing to Billiardshadow, who was currently trying to use his cuestick to force Kirby down into the hole. "Hey! That's against the rules!"
"Not here it ain't, little lady! You'd best re-read the sign!"
With that, a section of tape over the center of the sign fell away, revealing the words:
The Dreamland Super-Official FULL CONTACT 8-ball Pool Invitational Tournament
"That's dirty even for you, Dedede!"
"Put a sock in it! I'm finally gonna clobba Kirby, and there ain't a thing you can do about it!"
"We'll see about that! Kirby, suck up this- um..." Tiff looked around. No torches. No weapons. No ice or water or leaves or anything. For once, Castle Dedede was completely devoid of weapons.
"Badness! Are you having trouble little lady?" Billiard Shadow asked, now using a plunger to attempt to force the marshmallowy menace down. "It's almost like we took that copy ability into account!"
Tiff was obviously nervous, a bead of sweat running down her cheek. There wasn't anything Kirby had copied before in here. No way to know if this would work. But for now... she grabbed the cueball that Kirby knocked off the table. "Kirby! Suck up this white ball!"
Reflexively turning to correct someone ignorant about the sport that was his life, Billiardshadow pointed his cuestick at Tiff. "Wrong! That's actually called a cueball! It's-"
The long-winded speech about the nature of pool balls was interrupted by a loud, tremendous suction as Kirby opened his mouth, a windstorm kicking up as he inhaled the ball and shot out of the pocket. Turning over and over, his arms and legs vanished, leaving him momentarily dazed... before he began rolling around. And then bouncing. Faster and faster, he bounced around, before coming to a dizzy stop. He had become... BALL KIRBY!
"...an interesting trick... but I, the magnificent Billiardshadow, can handle balls of any size! En guarde!"
Billiardshadow took another cueball out of his bag, setting up a shot as Kirby began bouncing around.
Okay Billiardshadow. Easy does it. Angle of incidence equals angle of refraction. It's all in the timing. aaaand...
"BREAK... SHOT!"
The monster smashed into the cueball with such strength it exploded forward, the racked-up pool balls exploding into shrapnel and flying about, hoping to catch Kirby in his bounce. However, the pink sphere of doom was moving too quickly, shattering through the shrapnel and toward Billiardshadow, causing him to explode into a cloud of darkness.
"BILLIARDSHADOW... CORNER POCKEEEEEEEEEET!"</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
"..." Saber did not appear to notice those speaking to her for the moment. Instead, she was looking with distress from her food to the communicator. Indeed, she did not just want to abandon what was left of her meal... the pointless waste of food was surely dishonorable! Time had been spent crafting such a delicious meal, and now she had to leave it... but she simply could not. She truly, truly could not... When the waiter returned, he looked at them with confusion for a few moments before finally speaking.
"Do... do you need a box?"
Saber looked up and immediately nodded. Yes! Now she would no longer have to abandon her meal... Soon enough, she had paid and her food had been boxed up. Saber rose to her feet, carrying several boxes under her arms as she looked from Nono to Gintoki, and then back again.
"I am ready."
Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)
"Ah-ha-ha-ha~"
Marisa waved her hands when she was suddenly grabbed by the collar. Jeez, he was really watching, wasn't he? Some other thief? Damn it, now he was going to be watching her like crazy to see if she was going to try anything... Misaka had a point, now she had to be subtle, and the only way she was going to nab anything with this guy watching was either by being as sneaky as possible or by going loud, and the latter wasn't an option at all. "Me? Steal anything? You're being kinda silly, Kakine-san."
She looked down at the boy's hand around her collar, and placed both her hands on his wrist.
"Do you make a habit of dragging off cute girls or something? Sorry, but you're waaaaay not my type," she said, glancing briefly at Misaka. Hopefully she would take that seriously, or at least break things up in case they disrupted the stealth portion of this mission, or whatever it was.
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Black Rock Shooter simply stared dispassionately at her opponent as he sliced apart her shot. The girl she had lept to protect was now defending the child with Suwako... She could not join them while he was in the way. His deflection of her attacks was drawing the fight out, and while she felt she had a large chance of overwhelming him, the otherself also felt the need to end the fight quickly for the sake of the little girl. Without hesitation, she lowered the end of Rock Cannon to aim at the armored man's feet, and fired another blast. This shot would not hit him, but the sand at his feet. Her plan was simple, to force him off his footing as well as obscure herself from his vision.
Immediately she charged. If this tactic did not work, she could begin attacking anyway, in a bid to wear him down. Her goal was haste, to end their battle as quickly as she could.</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto
Misaka Mikoto - Client World 576143290-B
He'd... stopped the attack? What sort of power did this guy have to be able to overwhelm a Level 5 in their area of expertise? The last time... but it couldn't be anything like him, since they'd all be dead already if that was the case. Working out how to get past the apparent shield he had was definitely going to drag this out, unless she just overpowered--
Then Senbonzakura moved, much faster than Misaka thought anyone thought possible, traced only through senses other than sight as he moved towards the girl that had been staying out of the fighting. His attempt to speak, as well as to run off with the child, was interrupted by an electric shock that quite clearly demonstrated how the earlier one had been toned down: Senbonzakura had easily shrugged off something that should have incapacitated any normal person and the power rose in response.
"I don't know what's going on, but if you think I'm going to let you take her..."</s>
<|message|>Kiba, formerly known as Hiroto Kanzaki
Kiba quickly dashes to his right as she fired, and plans to head straight for her right after, but the blast's explosion threw up a lot of smoke when it hit the sand, which results in losing sight of his foe. He figures she'd come to him anyway and waits until the smoke starts to clear. As it does, he sees her coming closer towards him, as expected. He welcomes the challenge, but then his partner stated they were leaving. Apparently he got what they came for and truthfully, Kiba forgot what they were after in the first place in the midst of all this fighting. Much as he hates to just back away from a fight, he still has to try to cover his partner's retreat.
The dark red energy blade enveloping his right hand dissipates and vanishes, then he quickly fires a blast at his incoming enemy, stronger than the previous one. She might be able to stop it, but that doesn't matter as long as it gives him time. As soon as the blast was fired, he dashes towards his ally's location at full speed.</s>
<|message|>Suwako Moriya
Gintoki
Gintoki stared at the assortment of packaged food Saber had stored, shaking his head and chuckling a bit to himself as he turned to look at the girl's face.
"Y'know, you're gonna have to put those down if we get sent somewhere that isn't the main tower, right?" he asked, glancing at the boxes once more. "You sure you can fit that into your locker in time?"
Suwako
Suwako's face became visibly annoyed when her enemy stopped her attacks once more. She didn't detect any sort of 'divine protection' or any blessings of any gods that SHE knew of, so such defense seemed implausible at best. Her mind quickly shifted, though, then he instantaneously jumped to the girl she had spent all this time trying to protect. What absurdity- not even the tengu moved that quick after such a sustained fight! The weird hi-tech man seemed to be in pain, but there were definitely bigger issues at hand than a sore body and a broken bone or two.
Taking the opportunity that the schoolgirl had made for her by shooting another bolt of electricity, Suwako created a lifelike projection of herself in front of the spirit from the sand, which proceeded to grab hold of his legs before turning into dense metal and sinking into the sand dunes. Though the earlier shock didn't work, Suwako could feel the energy emanating from this bolt. Hopefully it'd be able to paralyze him long enough to make it over there and rescue the girl. The other adversary was a nonfactor to her at the moment; as long as she could immobilize the samurai, rescuing her would be much simpler.
Kakine
Kakine glanced at Marisa with an irate expression before releasing her and placing his hands in his pockets. Such an action would make them seem even more suspicious to those who seemed to be working here, so the logical action was to not do that. Of course, their outfits made them stand out as-is, so that wasn't really relevant...
"Uh huh. Alright." he said, sighing as he looked down the brightly lit hallway. The feeling was quite similar to those research labs back at home, which was a tad annoying... But he didn't think too much of it. After all, this was a different place in a different world with different technologies. Of course some similarities were to be expected.
"I should hope that we come to a mutual agreement soon, Marisa. I'd rather you not get us all imprisoned for your apparent kleptomania, thank you very much."</s>
<|message|>Senbonzakura
Senbonzakura - Client World 576143290-B
As Senbonzakura slung the girl over his shoulder, he noticed the lightning being shot at him. Senbonzakura knew how powerful this one was compared to the last one, and decided not to take his chances with this one, intending to dodge the blast. As he proceeded to move, however, something had grabbed hold of his legs. He looked down to see these metal hands emerging from the ground, holding on to his legs.
Senbonzakura barely had enough time to think "Damn," before getting struck by the lightning, which electrocuted both him and the girl he was carrying. Senbonzakura yelled out in pain as he was electrocuted, then stabbed his sword into the ground to prop himself up. Even though it was now difficult to stand, sparks of electricity coming off him occasionally, he was not going to fail his mission so easily.
As Kiba was approaching, he had an idea. "Catch!" he yelled as he tossed the girl over to Kiba with what strength he had left. Senbonzakura would try to stall for as long as he could to ensure their escape.</s>
<|message|>Kiba, formerly known as Hiroto Kanzaki
Kiba sees his partner being rooted in his place by metal hands that shot out of the ground, and then being electrocuted by the same one who unleashed those lightning bolts earlier.
Shit, I'm too late. I still have to do something though.
Then his partner tosses him the mission objective. Unexpected, but Kiba goes along with it and leaps forward, attempting to catch the girl. Hopefully, the blast at least stalls the black-haired girl back there.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Nono, Restaurant Distrct, Yggdrasil
Nono breathed an inwards sigh of relief as Saber managed to resolve the food situation without eating it all. Thank goodness for timing on the part of that waiter and for take out. She couldn't suppress a giggle though as Saber ended up carrying several boxes under her arms, the King of Knights very determined to see her meal through to the end, it seemed.
They didn't move just yet, and Nono grinned as she addressed Gintoki's concerns. "Don't worry, I can handle it if Onee-sama is going to be late for the briefing," she informed him, as well as her Saber, with a grin. After all, she could miss a bit of a briefing, while it would be more important with someone like her Older Sister, who was more oriented towards command and such
Of course, that also left the fact that not all the food might make it there intact, but that was just a risk Saber might have to accept if she did take the gynoid up on her offer.
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Misaka 10,032, Client World Macross
Misaka paid little attention as the two of her companions resolved their issues, deciding in the favor of stealth rather than dragging along the thief and making sure that they didn't steal anything. "'That would be favorable,' Misaka replies quietly as she looks about," Misaka said as she advanced.
Fortunately for the three of them, this place was not all that well patrolled, for no discernible reason. So in return, all hat meant was dodging people going along on their business. Not too difficult with advanced warning, and they made their way through the ship.
Now she could more easily see the flow of electricity in the walls, the reminder of labs and such present but just a secondary concern as she looked about. She was focused more on examining these things. And there was plenty to look at, though they had not reached anything majorly significant.
That would change soon though as they entere danother room, one which she could tell was drawing a lot of power. What was there was interesting though. There were lockers, smaller ones and larger ones, as if for the giants - the Zentraedi - that they had seen outside, with uniforms and such. Of more interest was the other major item in the room though, large tubes slanted against the wall with two segments. One portion was smaller, for a normal sized person, and it jutted out from the tube itself, while the larger tube sat behind it, filled with fluid, and a door inset to allow entrance and exit into that larger tube.
Misaka looked at it curiously, noting the larger door against the far wall. "'It appears to be some sort of size altering device,' Misaka notes with a curious expression," Misaka said as she stood in front of the thing. Well, this might be useful.
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Cinder Fall, Client World [???]
Arriving in a flash of light, Cinder stretched a bit, recovering from the matter transport across dimensions. That was always uncomfortable, but she could live with it. After all, she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. She had to get around, and she had to do so before major UMMA reinforcements could show up and make her life more miserable.
Stepping out of the alleyway she had found herself in, Cinder looked about and smirked. "Well, this is cute," she commented to no one in particular. She appeared to be in a modern city, buildings piercing the heavens and showed off the progress of the city. For a brief moment, the vision of the entire place aflame, glass shattered and people screaming, flickered across her vision, but she dismissed it. No, that would come in time, and she would have to wait.
With little else to do, she began to walk, weaving her way through crowds as she began to look for the museum in question, so she could find this item she was supposed to get. Well, this couldn't be too hard. It wasn't as if anyone could stop her.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
Holding the boxes of food under her arms, Saber considered what Gintoki said for a moment. Of course, she could not take this food on any kind of mission... It would have to be stored. Thankfully, agent quarters were not far from the official areas of Yggdrasil where they would be briefed. After a few moments, she replied.
"I will place it in my room for storage," the blonde girl said, simply. There was also the chance of bringing it home as well, so she could enjoy it in her current place of residence as well as when she was on duty. Indeed, that would be ideal... she glanced at Nono when the gynoid made her offer. Should she accept?
"... I will not be late..." she responded, insistently, as she adjusted her grip to get the food in her hands better. The King of Knights could surely complete this duty without difficulty. It would be wrong to damage such excellent food... However, it was also wrong to be late for an occasion of such importance as the briefing for their next mission. "You need not feel obligated to do any such thing."
With that, Saber proceeded out of the restaurant, food tucked under her arms, determined to make it back to her room and to the briefing in time.
Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)
"Kleptomania?" Marisa shrugged with a wide and cheerful grin, ideally painting an image of total ignorance. "I don't even know what that word means!"
With that, she proceeded along with Kakine and Misaka, noting her surrounds and trying her best to look as innocent as possible. To those who did not know her, such a thing may have worked. After all, how could a short blonde girl in a witch's outfit possibly be that hazardous? ... Except all the myriad ways that the Perfectly Ordinary Witch was, indeed, a hazard. Still, this place was kind of fascinating, so that was a good excuse for all the looking around, right?
Especially when they came to all the lockers with the clothes for the huge people... and the weird machine with the tubes and go? Marisa strolled closer, leaning forward to inspect it. Misaka's guess at its nature seemed pretty awesome... "You think it's for the big people outside so they can be normal-sized? Or maybe it's so normal-sized people can be huge!"
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Black Rock Shooter narrowed her eyes as her blade cleaves nothing but air. He's fleeing... fleeing back to his partner, and the girl! There was no time to waste, now. Pouring on speed, she attempted to catch up to him, but the blast of energy he hurled her way forced her to dart to the side, and watch it carry on past her and scream into the sands beyond. A cloud of sand was tossed into the air as the otherself skidded along it, and spurred herself onward towards her enemy. He was close, she had to catch up as fast as she could...!
The girl shut her eyes as she was thrown like a ragdoll. She'd tried to get away, but it happened so fast... still, there was time. Time to intervene before the other bad guy could get her...</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment
Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B
The guardsman had spent the last few minutes administering first aid to him self. Managing to bandaging up his wounds and removed some of the metal fragment that were longed in his leg. Retrieving his lasgun he walked over to the oasis using his lasgun as a crutch to help him walk. "Jericus Ignace of the 233rd voltage regiment of the imperial guard," he said hobbling into the oasis. Sitting down in the shade Ignace reached into his bag he pulled out some CRP rations from his pack "I got some ration if anyone is hungry," he said munching on a ration bar as he inspected his prosthetic leg.</s>
<|message|>Daiki Kaito
- Elevator
As the elevator doors opened, Sylvester was standing, leaning his back against the wall. He waved to Nonon and Gintoki. He simply waited in the elevator, wondering what to do after his leave of absence.
- Shadow Eternity
Sylvester wasn't the only one thinking that. Eternal had came back to working with Shadow Eternity after dealing with a strange being. A 'Roidmude', they called it. Eternal had only heard of these beings, and having one as a close servant would be fruitful to him.
However, the Roidmude didn't like it. She resented the Kamen Rider. She resented all Kamen Riders for what they did. They made her weak. They ostracized her from her friends. Now they have abducted her. She had debated murdering Eternal right then and there, but she realized that if she succumbed to anger too soon, she might wind up dying. So she bided her time.</s>
<|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Da Krooza
Having given the humies plenty of time to react, the Ork figured now was the time to make his exit. It was worth noting that 'plenty of time' consisted of a grand total of two seconds, as the engines had already roared to life, and were just short of launching the vessel out into open space. However, it was hardly Arragoz' fault if the humies were too zoggin' slow, and, in the end, they were still puny humies. Not 'alf bad fer humies, but Orks wuz still betta.
On that note, with an ear-shattering boom, the Krooza left the Federation ship's hangar and, by extension, its artificial atmosphere. As a result, the cacophony of the engines, in addition to the laughter of the Greenskin, went unheard by most. However, that was unimportant. Far more deserving of attention was the Ork's steering, or lack thereof, of the Krooza. Any onlookers would be treated to the sight of the vessel erratically moving about in a rather nonsensical manner, while still managing to further the distance between it and the fleet.
As for the Kommando 'controlling' the runaway space ship, he was presently mucking about with the myriad array of buttons before him, attempting to locate the one that would let him 'get da zog outta 'ere.' After activating the cup-holders, mood lighting, and far too many other features that had no business being on a spacefaring vessel, Arragoz finally found what he was looking for. Upon pressing the button, a droning mechanical voice addressed him.
"Initiating Interdimensional Jump procedures, please state your desired destination."
"Wher'eva da Boss iz at."
"'Wher'eva da Boss iz at' is not a valid destination, please try again."
"Da Bunka, ya git."
"Please try again."
"Zog, 'ow about 'Shadoo Foreva's 'Ome Base?'"
"Confirm your desired destination: Shadow Eternity Headquarters."
"Jus' get on wiff it, ya stoopid masheen."
"Destination confirmed. Estimated Travel Time: 10 milliseconds."
A'fore the Kommando could even say 'Dat's proppa fast,' the jaunt was already at an end, depositing the Krooza and its passenger(s?) within the atmosphere of a barren world. Said barren world happened to contain the bunker that Shadow Eternity called home, and was about to receive another distinguishing landmark. Said landmark was the crater that would soon be created by the vessel crashing into its surface, conveniently at a safe distance from the bunker itself. Thus, the Orkoid made an equal parts spectacular and destructive return, which was doubtless the way Arragoz liked it.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber – Temporary Agent Residences, Yggdrasil
The food was safely away in Saber's refrigerator. Saber was careful, arranging the boxes so that they were safely stored away. Naturally, she wanted no harm to come to any of the food whatsoever. Her room was fairly normal, modest, but she had requested a large refrigerator for storage. It would only be excellent for storing food she intended to return home with… her intentions completed, Saber quickly left her room and hurried out of her room. The elevator on this level was not too distant, and as a Servant her speed was augmented, though her situation was different from that of many other heroic spirits.
Still, soon enough, Saber reached her destination and pressed a button to call the lift. As she left more quickly than those she had been with, he was in fact calling the lift that they were in. Soon enough they would find it opening to reveal a familiar face.
Kirisame Marisa – Battle Frontier
This was awesome this was awesome this was awesome!
Wow, she didn't even have to try and steal it! Misaka had just helped her right into this… powersuit thing! She had to take her hat off, yeah, that was kind of a pain, but still, this was pretty kickass! No substitute for magic but that didn't really make it less awesome. At least until she tried to move. Then she found it, well, just about impossible no matter what she did. After a few moments of straining, the Perfectly Ordinary Witch went rather limp in the armor.
"Oi, what's with this? I can barely move, what's the point of this thing if it's so heavy?" she complained, gold eyes narrowing in irritation. "Seriously, that's pretty pointless…"
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Her opponent, and the other attacker, had fled. Black Rock Shooter rested the barrel of Rock Cannon on the ground, holding her katana to the side from a few moments before they both dissipated into blue light again, leaving her totally unarmed. Quietly, she glanced around the vast desert that they had been teleported to. No, it seemed as if there was truly no-where to go beyond the ruins of the buildings… there had to be some out. Some escape from this ruined world. She had to leave. The Otherself had to continue her pursuit of Dead Master, to save her from the strange figure who had taken her away.
It was her goal above all else.
Meawhile, the blonde girl paused for a moment, looking up at the new arrival who had helped to save her. She was crackling with electricity… crackling… that meant the generation of electricity from her body as possible, as well as the manipulation thereof. Which meant… meant… why was all of this suddenly coming to mind…? Native God… a being formed from and fueled by belief to be divine… Otherself, a being formed to represent the thoughts and feelings of a human in an alternate world… Imperial Guard, the footsoldiers of a-
She shook her head. She didn't even know any of that before, why was she… Trying not to focus on such sudden and strange thoughts, she managed to mumble "Thank you."
Dlanor A. Knox – The Museum World
Dlanor glanced to the side. One of her fellow agents, Belladonna, was nearby. There was little else for them to do at this point, aside from ensure that everyone and everything made their way safely to the planet. Teleporation was quite useful, but for mass numbers like this there were risks, and these risks made more conventional travel with interdimensional vessels a more appealing option for most people. A malfunction with a single person being teleported was bad enough, and could lead to injury. Mass amounts of people? The results could be truly horrific. Thankfully, it was an option that the UMMA rejected, using teleportation for small-scale movement or emergency exclusively.
This seemed rather calm, for the moment… At least, until Dlanor heard the screams. Immediately her head snapped up, and her golden eyes locked on the source. The nearby museum, igniting with flames as people desperately crowded to get out. There was no time for hesitation, or any such thing.
"Belladonna," she began, calmly, "We must act QUICKLY."
Her luggage was placed aside as the Inquisitor of Heaven sprang off the pathway to the ground below.
??? – Yggdrasil Thoroughfare
"Mmnn…"
The tiny, pale girl's eyes cracked open. She had… this was not her destination… She had been intended to report directly back to the UMMA's higher ups before anything else… Even the repair of her prosthetic could wait, in her mind. She had failed in her mission to keep the research facility secured and protect the contents from the flame-wielding attacker and the strange doll-like creature that had consumed part of her prosthetic.
Lying there, she slowly caught sight of the crackling teleporter she had used. Oh, it had been damaged…
"… I… must report…" she said, attempting to sit up, weakly.
Among the crowd, a man strode out. He was an unusual sight, dressed in medieval armor, with a silver helmet topped with a red feather. His cloth and chainmail chest armor was adorned with a yellow and red sun.
"There must be some form of assistance I can provide!" he declared. In spite of the situation, he seemed quite determined to help regardless of the dangers it could pose to one who was not an agent. "As an adherent of the sun, I cannot stand by!"
It didn't make much sense, but at least he seemed like he wanted to help?
??? – The School
"… Haah?"
The woman raised an eyebrow, a look of mild irritation crossing her face. "Jeez, what's the issue? I'm not lying, I don't want to prolong my stay in this rotting garbage heap any longer than I need to."
She sighed, resting her massive pick on her shoulder as she did. "I have no idea what world this is. It's definitely not administrated, that's for sure. We would've been helping out with this garbage if it was, but rules are rules and fuck rules but we're not allowed to do anything about this mess. We can interfere if there's some weird dimensional travel shit going on, and well it looks like you were the weird dimensional travel shit. That's why I was tracing you."
The woman waved her device. "Even if this piece of crap can barely trace a goddamn black hole."
The Leader – Shadow Eternity Headquarters
Kiba was simply, calmly, requested to report. That was all. It wasn't as if the intervention of another powerful newcomer had been anticipated, so there was no reason to inflict punishment. She had issued the order to retreat, as well.
Numerous other reported lit up her consoles, declaring that something had impacted on the planet's surface. Of course, it took only a few minutes to clarify exactly what had done so, and when the truth was revealed, the Leader leaned back in her seat. So they had returned as well. The Orks were not subtle, not in the slightest, but they were excellent fighters and seemed content to do anything that involved fighting.
She would await their full return. They could use a new assignment, and she promise to supply them with whatever materials they desired in return. It was not difficult to obtain.</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Nanoha Takamachi
[WRONG THREAD]</s>
<|message|>Cinder Fall
Cinder Fall, Museum
Cinder grunted as she watched her arrows have little effect on the thing that had attacked her. Well, that was a problem. It seemed that she would have to get serious if she was going to make them pay for attacking her like this.
...Or perhaps not, as she watched the traitors beat a hasty retreat, at last realizing how outgunned they were. She would have felt satisfied if it weren't for the fact that they had stolen the throne that she had come here for. Most likely without good intentions for it in mind. It was enough to get her blood heated in annoyance.
Still, she supposed she should help Kiba before the idiot got himself killed, though taking a few seconds to heal some more couldn't hurt. Those plasma burns were a nuisance at best, even with a healing ability augmented by Dust and Aura.
She'd gotten back on her feet before she noticed the interloper, and just as the sound of a gunshot rang out. Her bow split back to swords as she slashed horizontally, aiming to knock the ribbon off course with the impact whilst flipping over it at the same time in moves that sent jagged spikes of pain through her muscles in protest. A dodge was a dodge though, and she came up as she slowly advanced towards the Faunus with swords held almost casually now.
"Well well, what have we here," she mused to herself with a smirk, which was not helped by the still healing plasma burns. "Blake Belladonna." Not her version given her current garb, but it was possible that she was going easy on her. Which was a mistake, but one could always fault heroes for stupidity.
At the same time, she snapped her fingers, the trio of Beowolves returning to her side to face down Blake, snarling and eager to kill. This was going to be an interesting fight, that much she could tell.</s>
<|message|>Gerhardt, Master of the Hunt
Lower Yggdrasil - Shady Clinic/Crime Scene
Three things stood out to Gerhard when the local constabulary arrived. Number one was their dress and equipment, the like of which he had never seen before. He watched them seal off the building from outside with yellow tape, and a man with a box walked about taking what he could only assume was pictures. Their manner was strange as well, in that they hadn't beaten him and carted him off yet. He'd been bracing himself for a knock about, but they seemed content to shackle him and post guards upon his surrender, a pair of large men holding nasty looking metal stick that crackled occasionally with electricity. They watched him like hawks as he sat on the sidewalk, primed to take him down should he even think about suddenly changing his mind.
The seconds thing he noticed was when a nice, smart looking young officer ran from the building and deposited his lunch and probably last nights dinner on the ground. Pale faced he took one look at Gerhardt and wandered out of the alley to catch some air. Gerhardt grimaced when he imagined what that young man must think of him after seeming that mess in the elevator. At least the blood on his clothes had completely faded. That, at least, made him feel less dirty. But even the other officers, veterans from the look of it, seemed wary of him. He heard one of them refer to him as "a real Outworld style butcher," whatever that meant. Things like this didn't happen often in this place.
Third was, of course, that anyone had shown up at all.
To him this all but proved his hypothesis: this was another world. Truly another world, not just another blood soaked nightmare like what he was used to. This was polite society. They did not stand for what he had done in there in polite society. He would perhaps hang for this, but that was not important. What was important was getting someone to listen, and they were more likely to listen if he cooperated. So far as he could tell this world was unspoiled, and that was worth anything to protect.
He saw the man that had ordered him shackled step outside the clinic, rubbing his temple with his fingers, and called out, "Sir, about the plague..." but the man just held up a hand to silence him. "Inter-dimensional diseases are above my pay grade. We got someone from the UMMA coming, you can explain it all to them."</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
@Flamelord
Kanji Tatsumi, Museum
After making his way off of the ship Kanji enters the museum just in time to see someone teleport away. Where did he go? BANG! Kanji ducks behind a pillar and watches as Cinder flips though the air and then snaps her fingers to call big wolf creatures to her side. Kanji rushes over to Blakes side, gets in a fighting pose by raising his steel plate and facing Cinder. "I got your back."</s>
<|message|>Kiba, formerly known as Hiroto Kanzaki
As much as Kiba would like an extended close quarters combat, he still has to take into account practically everything else going on. He might as well attempt to be practical. From his left palm came two dark red blasts of energy, aimed not at her, but at the ground. The blasts threw up dust and debris. He then darts forward and at the last moment, dashes to his left and maneuvers around to get behind her. He lunges forward with his blade pointing toward his opponent. It was a rather obvious tactic, admittedly, but hopefully something that would give him the initiative.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - The Council Tower
Saber paused for a moment when Gintoki spoke up. Yes... if she had not been preoccupied, she would indeed have proceeded to the site of the murder and attempted to discern what had happened, and stop the killer if they were still present. But here, she knew another agent would find out... and for now, well, to be so directly summoned by the council, it had to have been some important matter. There was no denying it. An agent had quite a bit of freedom, but a council summon meant that only a serious matter was occurring.
At the end of the hallway, the triangular door slide open. Within, was the council chamber. Every agent had meant the council directly. They were figures from across the multiverse, many former agents themselves, who had made their way to the council in service of the UMMA. Ideally, they governed the Agency as a military intended to prevent harm rather than a governing body. Their only offer to the administrated worlds was protection. Resources were obtained by the founding worlds of the UMMA, the riches of multiple universes handily providing even for such a huge organization. Universes could also volunteer their services, in much the way that an agent could volunteer. This was the reason why some places had UMMA bases or mining operations even if they were not the founding universe.
There were times when the system had failed, when extremists with totalitarian ideals had ascended to the council and attempted to conquer rather then offer protection, for what they believed was the greater good. However, the current council was respectable and dedicated to the ideals held by the UMMA.
To offer protection, to interfere only when absolutely necessary, to leave administrated worlds protected, but free.
There were dozens of members. The most recognizable was an elderly man, who appeared well into his nineties. Tadroth of Lodria, he was called, and in reality he was far older then that. He had sharp blue eyes and a long grey beard, with weathered-looking skin. He was the oldest member of the council as of now. Beside him to the right sat an older woman, in her sixties, with a thing build, dark eyes, and graying black hair. Her name was Moira Adelforth. Finally, the third of the most public of the councilers was a much younger-looking figure, an almost ethereal white-haired girl. She was a being drawn from the Akashic Records of a long-dead world, and went simply by the name of Monument.
There was, however, another figure, standing central to the room. Saber paused for a moment. She recognized the Councilers, yes, but who was this? She looked like a child. Saber knew not to assume based on her appearance, but still, who was she? A blonde(her hair almost as pale as Monument's) young girl, with deeply pale skin, crimson eyes, and an elaborate dress...
"Ah, welcome, loyal agents of the UMMA," began Tadroth, his withering voice still filled with a deeper strength, "We have called you here for an important mission. We believe that this girl's world may hold something of vital importance to our conflict with the terrorist organization, Shadow Eternity. I will allow her to explain, first."
The girl gave him a quick smile and stepped forward. In that moment, Saber caught a glimpse of something that made her realize exactly what the girl was. A pair of sharp little fangs.
"Hello," the girl began, holding her hands behind her back and leaning forward slightly, "I'm grateful to Mister Tadroth for letting me talk, but he got some things wrong! I'm no mere girl..."
Her smile grew as she straightened, still clasping her hands behind her back, "I am Queen Isabella Danielle Valeria Katherine Tepes, Monarch of the Dark World of Nox, and I have need of the loyal Knights of the UMMA!"
For a few moments, there was silence. Saber took a small breath before speaking her confusion. After all, well...
"I am afraid I am the only knight present," she said, simply. Truly, she was still unsure of why any of them had been selected, but it seemed as if the girl had only wanted knights... For what reason did she only desire knights? Why is that all a vampire would want? Was it because of her nature as royalty?
The Queen Tepes pouted, crossing her arms across her chest, "I was trying to make it sound more dramatic then just 'agents'. Don't take it so seriously! Hmph."
Kirisame Marisa – Battle Frontier
Well, that was that! Hah, Kakine was even helping her get away clean! This was going to be a pretty awesome theft... when she could figure out how to make this thing fly, at least. She quickly followed Misaka, and watched as the other girl activated some kind of moving floor. That seemed to be the secret to flight! It launched Misaka off into the distance, and from what Marisa could tell the other girl was now flying manually. The problem was getting to that herself, she definitely couldn't fly on her own and use this at the same time, so she figured that the suit's flying thingies would have to kick in... or something. She didn't know how it worked.
Still, stepping onto the moving floor was pretty awesome. It just launched her right on forward! ... And now she was in the air... and... and not falling!
... It wasn't unfamiliar to the Perfectly Ordinary Witch, of course, and to be frank it felt a bit clunky to her compared to flying on her own. But still, she got to take the suit out with her, and now she was quickly flying after Misaka.
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Black Rock Shooter paused for a moment when she heard the girl mention a gate. Yes... that meant that she could leave, and continue to pursue Dead Master. It also meant that these others would be safe, and would no longer need any aid. The otherself could easily continue her mission without any hesitation. She turned away from the oasis and approached, her incredibly pale skin almost seeming to glow in the light of the sun. As hot as it was, the black-haired girl did not feel anything more then severely uncomfortable. The sun could not harm her skin, as she was not a normal living thing. The embodiments of emotions and psyche simply did not follow the same rules as many other beings did.
The blonde girl thought deeply for a few moments. It was difficult for her to recall, but...
"... I... think... it was made of metal? And it was... deeper inside... Under... I was brought here through it, because they wanted to... something," she frowned for a moment, and shrugged, "... If where I was... was underground... maybe the gate's underground too?"
Dlanor A. Knox – The Museum World
Dlanor was unimpressed when the armored man attempted to use a debris cloud to block her vision. Of course, she had dealt with similar tactics before. She had even had her eyes cut out on one occasion. Even if the Red Key suffered under more limitations outside of her home universe, there was no way such a simple scheme would halt her execution. If she had guessed properly, his next attack would likely come from behind.
Sure enough, as the Executioner of Heaven turned, there he was, leaping towards her with a blade outstretched. Dlanor swiftly raised her golden arm, and there was a clang as the gauntlet struck the blade to deflect it. Without pause, she raised the Red Key and thrust the crimson blade of energy towards him, aiming for his midsection.
Dlanor could not help it, her catlike smile spread into a grin.
The Leader - Shadow Eternity Headquarters
"... Ah."
The Leader took a deep breath, and rose from her seat. This was... somewhat awkward, she had to confess. Shadow Eternity's recruitment strategies generally ran along lines of 'whoever is willing and unlikely to be bothered if they have to use extreme force to achieve their objective', and with all the Leader's duties she had not personally met everyone who worked under her. This was an awkward moment where, well, it was clear the ork was expecting something far different than herself.
"I apologize for having not met you personally," she began, "But the individual you seek is me. I am the Leader of Shadow Eternity."</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Guts
Guts - School
Guts swung his sword downwards, stopping shortly before the ground. Most of the gore hit the ground with a splat. Slinging back into the strap across his back, he tossed his thick, ragged black cape back around his shoulders, staring the white-haired girl down with his remaining eye. Whatever worlds he'd been stumbling across, there must have been a lot less war for the swordsman to keep running into soft young creatures as this.
"Go back to your home. It's not safe here." he said.</s>
<|message|>Kiba, formerly known as Hiroto Kanzaki
Kiba was slightly surprised she was still standing after that, though it doesn't look like she'd want to take more of those blasts. The small girl then started her counter-attack as she closed in and swung her weapon in an attempt to behead him. Kiba ducks the attack and rushes in, responding with a sword-thrust right for chest.</s>
<|message|>Subaru Nakajima
Blake Belladonna, Museum
With a tug, Blake pulled her weapon back into her grip, flicking the blade back out to full length and settling the sheath in her off-hand, grip reversed, taking up a fighting stance as she circled around, maintaining distance between her and her opponent.
"Cinder." She'd initially been shocked too see the woman - the last she'd seen her, she was being dragged off in chains. The agent realised now, though, that there was another possibility. This was a Cinder from another version of Remnant. Possibly one where she hadn't lost. That was not a pleasant thought.
As she looked for an opening to strike, the cavalry arrived. A tall guy armed with... a sheet of metal? She shook her head slightly. She had to assume he was a local agent here to back her and the Inquisitor up, who else would charge into a burning building full of armed fighters?
"About time. They're from my world, so let me take point." She said quietly, her gaze not leaving Cinder or her pet Grimm. With a flash of light, she leaped into the fray, a clone decoy dashing right while she went left, her twin blades whirling at neck height as she blurred past the first Beowolf.
Subaru Nakajima, Yggdrasil crime scene
With a screech of brakes, Subaru arrived at the cordon on her roller-blades, the paired devices smoking slightly as she came to a stop and looked around. Mach Caliber dissolved back into her pendant with a flash of blue light, and the young agent met the local policeman who jogged over to greet her with a professional nod. Credentials were exchanged, and after just a few minutes the uniformed mage was ducking under the crime scene tape and making a beeline for the witness.
"Hello! Uh, Gerhardt, yes?" She asked, stopping in front of the man. "I'm Agent Subaru Nakajima, Unified Multiversal Moderation Agency. Can you tell me what happened here?"</s>
<|message|>Fujiwara no Mokou
Fujiwara no Mokou--School
Despite being stared down by someone that probably weighed four times as much as she did or more, and who had all the advantages in physical presence over a girl whose most imposing physical feature was simply an excess of hair, the girl didn't flinch. It was pretty hard to intimidate someone who was used to the idea of being killed as a painful, but temporary, inconvenience whether you were trying or not.
"I don't think it's possible to go home from here," the immortal said. Not without something that would link her to home, or someone that could cross boundaries, "I can't just walk back."</s>
<|message|>Cinder Fall
Cinder Fall, Museum, Client World [???]
Cinder watched with some annoyance as another man arrived to support Blake, with one of the stranger weapons that she had ever seen. Still, it would not be enough to stop her, even with her current wounds. He obviously had no idea who he was dealing with as she shifted her swords into a combat stance and began to circle Blake in the meanwhile.
The sounds of battle continued behind her, but that was none of her concern. She was focused on the fight ahead, with a familiar, if altered, foe. If Kiba couldn't handle himself then he deserved what he got. No more, no less. For now, she was going to get rid of a nuisance.
"Yes, stay out of this," she added as Blake told the man to let her take the lead. It was a personal fight, and she would not bode interference. In turn, she flicked with her blades and the Beowolves responded, charging forward much like they had against Sindibad, past Blake, to attack the new arrival. That should keep him occupied and let the two fight in peace.
The shadow clone trick was one she had seen before, but telling the difference always proved to be annoyingly elusive. So she reacted to both, blades raised for blocks on both sides of her until the fake vanished, while she ducked at the same time. This would be followed with an upwards kick aimed at the real Blake's arm, to try and remove one of her weapons from the current contest. It was weaker than it would have been otherwise, since she had...persisting issues, to deal with.
Still, it was a start, and she was already looking forward to this.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - The Council Tower
Saber paused for a moment. Why would the vampire girl not be serious about asking for knights? Didn't she need help? And now the girl was glaring at Gintoki rather intensely, her face a rather blatant pout for a few moments. At least, until Nanoha arrived and asserted that it was a rather impolite way to refer to the girl.
"Hello, Nanoha," Saber greeted the girl, before regarding Geo, as well. "Hello, Geo."
"Hmph," Queen Tepes looked away for a moment. "The new lady has it right, you're not supposed to refer to a Queen like that! Are these really the best agents you could one up with?"
She turned towards the council on that last remark, raising an eyebrow. Tadroth sighed.
"Any impoliteness was not meant in offense, I'm certain. They'll be able to assist you," he explained. Saber nodded as the girl looked back to them.
"Yes," she began. It was, of course, the only honorable course of action, to extend help to those who were in need. On top of that, it was her duty as an UMMA agent. "As I knight, I pledge to do all I can to assist you in whatever task you require us for."
The little girl tilted her head to the side for a moment. "... Well, that sounds good to me! I guess I'll explain now!"
Queen Tepes clasped her hands behind her back once more, straightening. "My world of Nox is home to a lot of creatures some worlds would call fantasy. I'm a vampire, my attendents and maids range from fellow vampires to even a few ghosts. As Queen, I have a lot of important duties, like the governing of the world... And the safeguarding of the royal family's jewel, the Eye of the Serpent."
The girl reached into a pocket of her dress, and drew out a small projector. The image that appeared from it was a large, round blue jewel, or at least something that appeared to be one. It was a perfect sphere. "They say it fell from a giant snake, but I think that's kind of silly. Still! It's important! But the problem is that there's been some commotion on Nox... and recently, someone tried to break into my home and take it!"
For a few moments, Saber wondered why this was relevant to the conflict with Shadow Eternity, but Tadroth spoke once more before she could question it.
"The Eye of the Serpent is a unique interdimensional relic," he explained, "Much like several recent targets of Shadow Eternity attacks. We believe they are assembling these relics for some purpose, and we have reason to suspect they are behind these attacks."
Grinning and showing her fangs, Queen Tepes pointed at the agents. "That's why you're here! You're going to come home with me and protect the Eye!"
Kirisame Marisa – Battle Frontier
All Marisa could do was wait with excitement. She was going to go to this 'Academy City' place! That was certain, it was one-hundred percent certain! And once she got there once, she was going to be able to go back again and again, now that she knew where it was. The idea was, of course, simple. She'd stick with Kakine and Misaka for a while, then she'd give them the slip and explore on her own, looking for anything she could easily get her hands on and smuggle back home.
It was the perfect plan.
"I am so ready!" she declared with excitement.
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Black Rock Shooter tilted her head. Radioactive glow? The otherself looked down at her body. Oh, yes... the way the sunlight hit her incredibly pale skin almost gave her body a sort of ethereal glow. However, that was not really worth noting, was it? The black-haired girl was certain it was not. Instead of making any kind of response, she was quickly distracted by the way the sand was shifting under Suwako's control, and turned to face it, eyes locked onto it. The little girl had mentioned the gate to escaping this place was underground, therefore...
"The fun way!"
The little girl really wanted something fun after the experience with her attackers, that was for sure. And yet, something that Mikoto said seemed to hold her for a moment. If she could detect any metal and after displaying those kinds of powers before...
"... If you can sense metal... and use electric powers..." she paused for a moment, deep in thought, "... That makes you... makes you... what was it... an Electromaster?"
Dlanor A. Knox – The Museum World
There was a wet, ugly thunk.
Blood sprayed out as the blade pierced Dlanor's chest, then exited her back, spattering the tiles with crimson droplets. It sprayed across her face and clothing, blood running down her body and dripping to the floor. Soon, blood bubbled up in her pouth as well, dripping down her chin. The sword had pierced clear through her chest and torn through everything within before exiting her back, resulting the gory outpouring of her vital fluids.
And yet...
Dlanor raised her head. There was pain in her chest.
But that could be ignored.
Everything could be ignored.
This was a trial. And execution.
Everything could be ignored.
Her eyes were wild. Dlanor's pupils contracted. Her mouth was open, her teeth almost seeming sharpened as her lips were spread into a wide grin, blood welling up from within her. This? This was hardly enough to even pause her duty! This was nothing! Absolutely nothing!
"This trial... is FINISHED."
Her golden arm lunged out in an instant, seeming to gleam as she aimed to latch onto the top of her opponent's head. As she did, she drew her head back to bring it fourth and slam her forehead into his, hard.
The Leader - Shadow Eternity Headquarters
"... I do, in fact," The Leader said. She, of course, had dealt with a great variety of people under her command. The Ork Kommando was just another member of the organization to her, so his rough speech patterns and general orkiness was not of any surprise, even if she had not previously interacted with him directly. The mask bobbed as she gave him a small nod.
"There is a world known as Nox at these coordinates," she began, raising a panel that displayed interdimensional points upon it, "The royal mansion there holds an item of great value to our cause. The Eye of the Serpent. With it, we will be one step closer to the destruction of the UMMA."
Though it was impossible to see it, the Leader was smiling beneath her mask. "I have abandoned stealth. Several operatives will be sent with you to storm the mansion and retrieve the Eye. Of course, this operation will indeed take preparation, and the mansion is heavily defended."
But the Leader could feel it.
Soon, Nidhogg would be ready to unveil to all who followed her lead.</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Dio Brando
Touma, Index, Othinus
"A witch? But... That's so vague! You can't just be 'a witch'! What church are you affiliated with? Magic name? Element? Sign?" Index immediately flared up, standing up in anger. "Touma here is an idiot that attracts girls left and right, so I can understand you coming here, but if you're going to introduce yourself as a magician at least do it right!"
"Seconded. This boy may as well be a block of lead, given the way he acts, so it's better to be thorough with him than not." Othinus followed, nodding her head as Touma sighed.
"...Seriously? You guys freeload at my house, empty my wallet, cause me more trouble than I've ever had in my unfortunate life... And that's what you have to say about me? That's nice." he said, shaking his head.
"Well, it can't be helped, Touma! It's the truth, isn't it?"
"It is."
As the two nodded in unison, Touma massaged his forehead with his left hand in exasperation. It was almost as if the two had rehearsed the act just to ridicule him. Was this what they did in their free time? Sighing, Touma shrugged and extended his right hand towards Marisa. Well, with the surname Kirisame and blonde hair the girl was... Probably a half...?
"Kamijou Touma. I'm... Technically the guardian of these two...?"
As he introduced himself, Othinus had (very slowly) climbed up onto his shoulder, only to slap him on the face.
"You didn't even notice that she JUST realized I wasn't a doll! Seriously, how dense are you?" she fumed as Touma turned towards her. "This is why you're so misfortunate- not because of Imagine Breaker, but because you're so... Illogical!"</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Nox
Seeing herself falling, she immediately shouted, "Durnehviir!" I large, purple portal opened, allowing a wyvern-like dragon to fly through and catch the falling Khajiit. "Thanks!" she called to him as the portal shut behind him. The dragon landed on the roof, allowing the Dovahkiin to climb off, before fading back into the ethereal plane. She slipped through a hole in the roof and made her way through the castle, only stopping to see Dante, now shirtless, chopping up some food. "You've got skill." she smirked. "Once we get to a safe place, how about we have a sparring match?"</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Hm.", Seiga stood and put on an exaggerated thinking face, "Well, first thing's first. I'll have to perform a ritual on you, so that we can keep in touch, alright? To make sure you don't get lost, yes? Yoshika."
"What is it, Nyan Nyan?"
"Do you remember that knife we have?"
"Huh?"
"The black one, dear. On the counter."
"Oh!"
"Be a peach and bring it, would you?"
"Okay!"
Yoshika hopped over to a small table, taking a flint razor by the blade, edge pressing deep into her palm as she hopped back over to Seiga.
"Here you go, Nyan Nyan!"
"Oh, Yoshika, you've held it too hard again! I'll have to sew up that cut on your palm, later."
"Sorry, Nyan Nyan! I forgot again!"
"It's alright, dear. I'll get to it after we're done with this silly little man over here, okay?"
"Okay!"
"You're such a good girl. Now then-", she looked over to Hazama and held up the razor, "To start with, I'll need to make some cuts on your hands with this. Is that alright?"</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
"... Eh? Church?" Marisa started blankly for a moment, scratching her head. What did that have to do with magic? Was this because of the religions in Gensokyo all competing for followers or something? She didn't really care about that. She guessed she kind of counted as shinto, but only when it benefited her. She didn't know what magic name meant at all. Element? Well, that was water, but screw that. Water wasn't flashy. Sign...? "... I dunno what you mean by all that. I'm Kirisame Marisa, the Perfectly Ordinary Witch, and that's it!"
The blonde girl gave a cheerful grin towards the boy and his female companions.
"... Aaaanyway, girls might be attracted to him, but he's not my type so you don't gotta worry about that," she continued with a shrug. It seemed like the girls thought the guy was totally dense judging by their treatment of him. And on top of that, the tiny one managed to get up and slap him in the face! She had to stifle some laughter at that. On top of that, there was the planning stag. Rip off the habit first, or get the tiny girl... it didn't look like she could fly, so she wouldn't be able to get away too fast regardless of what was going on...
"... What are you, anyway? Inchling? Lilliputian? Some kinda other super-tiny person?"</s>
<|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
A camera-operator decked out in power armor was busy setting up a camcorder. After he set up the camera, he was double-checking the condition of his hover-boots. He needed to be absolutely sure they worked as intended; after all the event was not taking place in any two-bit desert, but in the Sea of Silt. The Sea of Silt was an incredibly dangerous place, full of all sorts of dangerous critters. And merely standing on the sands would cause a man to sink into the desert, then into the ocean below. The sand filled winds whipped at the camera-man's armored suit. Above the camera-man hovered some smaller camera drones. The droids idly floated above the track, ready to collect footage at a variety of angles. By some miracle, the red sand which marked the motocross track was still intact.
Chuck Greene was sitting on-top of his bright yellow dirt-bike. Its frame was marked with a TIR logo with a number five just above it. The dirt-bike continued to idly hover above the sands, while emitting a dim noise. Chuck cocked his head towards the cameraman and spoke. "So what's the catch?" The camera-man didn't respond immediately, as he was busy listening to a communication device that was in the suit.
This place was far too quiet to really be a spot for a TV spectacle. The fact that there wasn't something running about making havoc quickly tipped Chuck off to the fact that something was off. And he was going to find out what that something was.
A few seconds after hearing Chuck speak, the operator turned his attention onto the contestant. "Huh-wha?" The camera-man spoke as he tried to recall what was said just a few seconds ago. "Uh well Terror is Reality isn't filming yet, so you don't need to race down the track yet." Chuck shook his head and glanced at the man, "No I mean what's the actual catch." Before Chuck could finish up his piece, the Cameraman interrupted him. "They finished the introduction back at the Studio. We're on in Five-"
Chuck properly started up his hover-bike and grabbed onto its handles. "Four." The folks at home would soon see this particular Terror is Reality challenge. Though to Chuck, this particular challenge still seemed off. "Three-" But he didn't decide to dwell on it. After all, Chuck needed to give the folks who were watching the broadcast a good show.
"Two..." Chuck revved up his engines, as he let the engines roar. He didn't dwell on the thought of how the audience would like the show. Chuck instead focused on the real important thing here, his daughter Katey. Shortly after the engines were revved, the ground began shaking violently. "One!" The red lights of the various cameras flashed on.
And just when the cameras began to broadcast Chuck at the track, ten white giant tendrils shot up from the ground, spraying dirt towards Chuck and lashing towards him. Chuck stared unamused, but he gave a bit of a smirk. He now knew what the catch of this round was. "So, calamari." He quipped as he sped off with his hovering dirt-bike, while swiftly driving through the tendrils. The tendrils thrashed and swung towards him, but so far they did not manage to land a hit on the bike.
The Athas Motocross speed-run had now truly begun.</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Touma, Index, Othinus
By this point, Index looked as if she would burst from anger. This girl was even worse than Himegami when she and Touma had first met; at least Himegami halfheartedly tried to look like she knew what she was talking about. This girl, this so-called witch...!
"There is no such thing as a 'Perfectly Ordinary Witch'! Do you even know how magic works? Or are you just some sort of cosplayer messing around on some sort of mechanized broom trying to mock magic as a whole?" Index fumed, raring to go and teach Marisa a lesson.
"Oi, oi... Index, calm down..." Touma said, pulling the little nun back down onto the bench as she tried to get at Marisa. "You make enough of a scene when you eat restaurants out of stock, so don't go making yourself any more notorious..."
At that comment, Index immediately turned her anger towards Touma and, without a second thought, jumped onto and started to bite his head/
"GAAAAH! What did I say this time?" Touma cried out, trying to pry the angry Index off of his head.
As he was occupied, Othinus turned to Marisa and, giving her a once-over after leaping off of Touma's shoulder, gave her a look of slight disdain.
"I am neither of those things, little girl. Simply a magical god being punished for her own misgivings, is all."
Hazama
Okay, now THIS was starting to get a bit weird. Him getting cut would probably give away the fact that his body was an Azure Grimoire, which would inevitably end up ending badly. Alternatives, alternatives...
"Ahaha, okay... Why don't we do something a little less... I dunno, pain-inducing?" he suggested as he pulled out a pair of small tablets from his coat. Well, at least the pickpocketing run back at SE had its uses. "Here, take one. They're linked up through some sorta mechanics that I don't understand, but regardless of that fact it'll tell you location and relative health of a person at a glance."
Tossing one of the tablets to Seiga, Hazama smiled and glanced outside. Still daylight. The guards would probably be more worked up at night anyhow, so this would be fine.
"This okay?"</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
"... Eh?"
Marisa tilted her head in confusion. What was so strange about what she'd said? Was magic in this world this complicated? Did that mean she was going to have to steal even more things in order to figure it out? Well, it's not like she minded doing that, she'd only seen a little slice of the city so far. She stole things from all over the place all the time, often when it didn't even have anything to do with magic. She supposed that made her a klepto-thingy, but that didn't bother her at all! And hey, the nun was getting pretty distracted, biting... biting Touma on the head for some reason.
Did she have some kind of weird kinks or something?
Well, whatever. Now there was tiny girl to deal with...
"A magic god? Hey, that makes you the... ah, whatever, I never kept count," the blonde which waved her hand. Meeting gods and things that were technically gods or godlike started to run together if you tried to keep the numbers straight. "Anyway, that sounds pretty interesting, and you're adorable so... I'm takin' you home!"
In a flash, Marisa's hand lashed out and snapped up the tiny girl. Her hat was swiftly raised up and the girl was shoved beneath it. Hoping she could act before the other two could respond, her free hand snapped out in an attempt to grab the blue-haired nun's habit.
It wasn't like it'd be that hard to steal if it was just held up by safety pins, right?</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Touma, Index, Othinus
By this point, Index looked as if she would burst from anger. This girl was even worse than Himegami when she and Touma had first met; at least Himegami halfheartedly tried to look like she knew what she was talking about. This girl, this so-called witch...!
"There is no such thing as a 'Perfectly Ordinary Witch'! Do you even know how magic works? Or are you just some sort of cosplayer messing around on some sort of mechanized broom trying to mock magic as a whole?" Index fumed, raring to go and teach Marisa a lesson.
"Oi, oi... Index, calm down..." Touma said, pulling the little nun back down onto the bench as she tried to get at Marisa. "You make enough of a scene when you eat restaurants out of stock, so don't go making yourself any more notorious..."
At that comment, Index immediately turned her anger towards Touma and, without a second thought, jumped onto and started to bite his head/
"GAAAAH! What did I say this time?" Touma cried out, trying to pry the angry Index off of his head.
As he was occupied, Othinus turned to Marisa and, giving her a once-over after leaping off of Touma's shoulder, gave her a look of slight disdain.
"I am neither of those things, little girl. Simply a magical god being punished for her own misgivings, is all."
Hazama
Okay, now THIS was starting to get a bit weird. Him getting cut would probably give away the fact that his body was an Azure Grimoire, which would inevitably end up ending badly. Alternatives, alternatives...
"Ahaha, okay... Why don't we do something a little less... I dunno, pain-inducing?" he suggested as he pulled out a pair of small tablets from his coat. Well, at least the pickpocketing run back at SE had its uses. "Here, take one. They're linked up through some sorta mechanics that I don't understand, but regardless of that fact it'll tell you location and relative health of a person at a glance."
Tossing one of the tablets to Seiga, Hazama smiled and glanced outside. Still daylight. The guards would probably be more worked up at night anyhow, so this would be fine.
"This okay?"</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
"... Eh?"
Marisa tilted her head in confusion. What was so strange about what she'd said? Was magic in this world this complicated? Did that mean she was going to have to steal even more things in order to figure it out? Well, it's not like she minded doing that, she'd only seen a little slice of the city so far. She stole things from all over the place all the time, often when it didn't even have anything to do with magic. She supposed that made her a klepto-thingy, but that didn't bother her at all! And hey, the nun was getting pretty distracted, biting... biting Touma on the head for some reason.
Did she have some kind of weird kinks or something?
Well, whatever. Now there was tiny girl to deal with...
"A magic god? Hey, that makes you the... ah, whatever, I never kept count," the blonde which waved her hand. Meeting gods and things that were technically gods or godlike started to run together if you tried to keep the numbers straight. "Anyway, that sounds pretty interesting, and you're adorable so... I'm takin' you home!"
In a flash, Marisa's hand lashed out and snapped up the tiny girl. Her hat was swiftly raised up and the girl was shoved beneath it. Hoping she could act before the other two could respond, her free hand snapped out in an attempt to grab the blue-haired nun's habit.
It wasn't like it'd be that hard to steal if it was just held up by safety pins, right?</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Well, it seemed they were running again. A pity that Kakine couldn't carry them as he had flown after Marisa before, but it wasn't a major concern. As things stood the Witch would be hard pressed to escape in a city such as this, with all the surveillance and powered people that could stop her. And that didn't take into account the various government organizations either.
"Yes," Misaka confirmed at the half joke as she ran along, drawing on the experience of thousands of hours of cardio and endurance training to set up a sustainable pace, especially with the guns she was carrying along. She'd compete in a marathon if she had the time, but it would hardly be fair to the competitors. And she was too busy most of the time anyway.
She quickly added to that as she noted the direction Marisa was moving in, passing that on to the Network so they could respond to it. At the very least it would allow for a swifter response to the Witch, before she could do any real damage, either to herself or the city. "'Antiskill and related organizations are on standby should we need support,' Misaka adds as she focuses on running," Misaka said to her partner. Of course, setting the Dark Side on Marisa might be a bit overkill, if not traumatic, but it was an option should they feel the need for it. For now, they had to catch up, and that was what mattered most.</s>
<|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
Geo was rather surprised that the castle kept in touch with technology, despite its archaic appearance. Geo supposed it must have been a thing around these parts, looking incredibly scary while actually being quite normal on the inside. He had to use this to rationalize his view on the variety of maids the group. They weren't that scary... They definitely had to be normal... Like the ghost! Shirley! Yeah...
Geo felt a shiver run down his spine with the ghost maids or... zombie... maids... Zombies are basically ghosts but in dead bodies, aren't they? That thought didn't particularly cheer him up. "Hey, Geo," Omega-Xis piped up from the Hunter-VG, "Sentient zombies are just, like, ghosts, but still in their bodies, aren't they?" The fact that Omega-Xis had that same thought didn't do much to cheer him up either, and he could tell from the snickering that followed that he was trying to get his goat here.
As they descended down the stairs, Geo gave the chained up skeletons a hard side-eye, noticeably creeped out by it in spite of the little queen's assurance such things had happened in her time. With all the actually creepy Halloween horror around, Geo tried to put it out of his mind and focus on other thoughts. Like what his mom and dad were up to, his friends, what episodes of the latest detective flick Omega-Xis was missing out on by being here.
And then they made their way to the Eye of the Serpent. Geo's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Whoa! Mega, take a look at this!" With that, he allowed his Wizard to activate on its own again, letting Omega-Xis be free to materialize. His jaw dropped as well upon seeing the thing. "Cripes! It's massive! How can you call that an eye!? And how the heck are they gonna steal that?" That had to be the million dollar question to everyone.
Geo looked back to see Gintoki on his way out, raising his hand out to him, "Hey! Hold on! We're in the middle of this, we can't just-"
"And he's gone," Omega-Xis bluntly stated.</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"I'm afraid that's not what it's for, Mis-ter Haa-zaa-maa~.", Seiga said slowly as she caught the tablet and tossed it aside.
"Things are a little more complex than that, but in short: If you wish to follow me through walls, I'm afraid we'll have to do this. Yoshika's done it, and she turned out fine, see?"
She pointed at her pet jiang-shi, staring blankly at a wall and idly snapping at bugs as they flew past.
"You'll be fiiiiine. Besides, you're a brute. What sort of brute can't stand being cut? Know your place."</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Kakine
"Good to know. I'd have liked to keep the situation under wraps, but with someone as unpredictable as that it's better we have those two groups as backup." Kakine stated as the beetles within Marisa's hat immediately found themselves a new friend.
"..."
"The witch has made contact with Kamijou Touma and has kidnapped the Magic God under his surveillance. This is going to get rough."
Touma and Index
Luckily enough for Index, Touma had managed to push her off of his head and back onto the bench as Marisa lunched for her hat. It took them both a few seconds before they realized what Marisa had just attempted to do. UNfortunately enough, it also made Index even more annoyed.
"Oh, that explains a lot!" she fumed. "You're not a witch! All you do is steal magical artifacts and use someone else's power! That's just mimicry, not actual magic!"
Before she could continue on her tireade, though, Touma quickly stepped in front of Marisa and stared her down.
"Don't know what you're here for, Ms. Kirisame, but you're not stealing her on my watch."
Othinus
Othinus was taken quite off guard when Marisa had grabbed her and stuffed her inside of her hat. Though she had expected a very cramped space inside, what she instead found herself in was what more more or less a pocket dimension. Well, that made calling for help a bit more difficult...
Seeing the little blonde spot where Marisa's head was- in other words, the exit-, Othinus began pulling a few hair out before sighing. This took more out of her than anything else. Maybe there was something else...?
As that thought crossed her mind, Othinus noticed a pair of white beetles staring her in the face. They felt... Familiar, for some odd reason.
Wait, didn't she use the Number Two's power to make Gungnir before? The same sensation she got them was the same that she had now...
But it couldn't be, right?
Hazama
Of course it wouldn't be that easy. Well, hopefully the Azure Grimoire didn't freak out when it had whatever the heck that hermit was planning to do done to it. Energy overflow was definitely a possibility, and the results of that could...
Well...
It'd probably cause his usual power to start flowing out, which meant corrosive auras and release of power restraints. While neither was really a 'bad' thing, giving any semblance of power from the Azure would inevitably lead to someone picking up his trail... And possibly that hermit realizing the power of the Azure. Shit.
Well, maybe if he bailed fast enough after negotiations with the rebels were finished...?
No, that wouldn't work. He'd have to burn up all the excess energy in another way.
"...Fine, fine." Hazama sighed, extending his hands forward towards the girl. "If it can't be helped, then..."</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
"Oi oi, I do plenty of actual magic!" replied Marisa, twitching a little in discomfort as she felt the tiny girl pull on her hair a bit. Well, that was to be expected... Anyway, she really did do a lot of real magic! Sure, some stuff was 'borrowed', but she worked on it herself. She made her own spells. That was kind of insulting, really! She sprang back, kicking her broom up into her hands as she did and holding tightly. "Besides, if I borrow a spell I make it better! My Spark is way flashier then Kazami's!"
She grinned widely at the boy and the blue-haired girl.
"... As for the tiny cute one," she continued, "I'm gonna give her back after I dress her up a bit, okay?"
And that was the Perfectly Ordinary Witch's cue to turn tail and hop on her broom, preparing to take off and get as far out of there as possible. She did intend on giving the tiny girl back... after figuring out how she worked and then dressing her up like herself. After all, she was pretty sure Alice had an appropriately-sized copy of her outfit if nothing else!</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Gintoki
Gintoki stared blankly at the Frankenstein maid for a good minute or so ,a completely blank expression on his face as he tried to think of a response. How the heck did...?
Wait, no. This wasn't a place of conventional logic. For all he knew, that girl just thought he was some sorta cliche-ass tsundere. Boy, would THAT be a fun hole to dig himself out of.
"...In... In what context did you get that out of?" he asked, looking at the maid as if she had grown a third head (or, to put it into a better perspective, as if she had suddenly become a normal human). "I just needed to to take a little breather outside. Place felt stuffy."
Nobody should have to find about of his distaste for ghosts, especially not here. ESPECIALLY not in a world likely to be filled by them. Screw that.
Kakine
"Well... I guess it can't be helped..." Kakine sighed. But since Crowley never actually told anyone any contact info (instead opting to tap directly into communications devices)...
"I already know, dear clone." said a voice that seemed to be originating from 10032's goggles. Of course he'd take that route.
"Although the girl does not seem to be causing massive amounts of mayhem as I had expected her to, you two are still at fault for letting her roam about as she has. I would appreciate it if the whole city wasn't aware of our new guest, especially given how they have acted in the past."
With that, the speakers clicked off, and Kakine sighed. They were going to get chewed out for this one for sure.
Touma and Index
"The tiny one...? Oh shoot, where's Othinus?" Touma asked, panicking for a moment before looking at Marisa's hat. It seemed to be the only place she could reasonably fit the miniature former Magic God, so...!
Before he could pull the hat off of Marisa's head, though, the witch immediately attempted to fly off to somewhere else in the city. Not on his watch!
Lunging for the broom, Touma managed to barely catch a hold on the tool with his left hand as it began to lift off of the air. After swinging around for a few seconds as it rose higher and higher off the ground, Touma swung his right hand - Imagine Breaker - at Marisa's hat, hoping to grab it. He hit the broom instead.
Hazama
If Terumi was here, Hazama was certain than by now this place would already be a smoking crater. However much of a genius the dude was, he couldn't take a hit for his life.
Well, it's not like he fared much better, Luckily, he had managed to redirect some of the grimoire's power into keeping his nerves from firing off left and right, but it only had about as much effect as anesthesia would... Minus the lack of movement, of course. Still hurt like a bitch.
Then Seiga hit the bone, and everything went to shit.
Hazama's arms immediately started releasing his trademark green aura, which quickly spread out around them both and through every single wound he had sustained up until that point before beginning to rapidly mend everything back together. The process also released quite a bit of seithr, which was... Alarming, if anything. By then, the pain had subsided, but a larger issue was at hand.
"Erm. Well. About that..." Hazama trailed off as the last of the cuts regenerated. Well, if using the Azure Grimoire taught him anything, it was that wounds didn't stick around. The energy reformed into a single amorphous blob enclosing his arms that looked vaguely like a giant snake; the energy also seemed to emanate enormous killing intent, empowered by the Remnant he was using to power Ouroboros. Well, he wasn't going to use a Fang attack anytime soon, so Hazama flicked his arms and caused the energy to dissipate and become seithr once more.
"Self-defense mechanism. Don't worry about it too much." he said, flexing his muscles to check if they had reformed in place. They had.
Well, he wasn't wrong about the defense part, per se. But... That cut meant his time in this world was probably coming to a close, be it in a few days or a few weeks. Either way, it was a ticking time bomb now.
"But yeah, that's why I asked for an alternative. Was hoping it didn't involve messing around with my skeleton."</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Oh, dear, that's no good. Just your skeleton, is it?", Seiga frowned, "Well, I didn't want to do this, but I suppose it's necessary. See, for such a ritual to work, the salve has to permeate all layers. Skin, muscle, tendon, blood, and bone. If we can't damage your skeleton, well, I'm afraid one clean slice isn't going to do it; I just can't cut with that sort of accuracy. Nope, nothing for it."
Seiga shrugged and set the containers on the table.
"I'm going to have to flay your hands and cut them manually.", she sighed and rubbed her temples, "Gracious, what a chore... but for a cutie like you, I'm willing to go the extra mile~.", she gave Hazama a playful wink and strolled over to a cabinet in the corner of the room, opening a drawer and retrieving an old potato peeler.
"Whenever you're ready, just set your hands down on that counter on the far side of the room. I'll be right over. Oh-", she turned around and pointed at Yoshika, "You know, I suppose we could have her do it. She eats just about anything, you see, so it'll be faster than doing it by hand. Your decision, really."</s>
<|message|>Joseph Joestar
Joseph Joestar - ICE MOON
Joseph had noticed that after the battle, Dante, and the cat looking entity were quickly entering through some sort of portal. Giving a smile, Joseph felt inclined to let them simply walk and go off on their own, if not for the menacing presence behind him. Joseph raised an eyebrow and turned, only to notice what appeared to be 10's of wolves perched up on ruinous debris staring longingly toward him, salivating from their chops, Joseph grinned, and charging up the Hamon with his legs, he once again booked a 180 and charged off, rushing once more but in the opposite direction of the canines, toward the portal which was soon about to close, and using his Hamon powered legs, he shot himself forward, with a diagonal front flip and spun directly into the portal, teleporting away from the ICE MOON location.
Castle Tepes - In the air
After flinging through the portal, there was a moment of silence, teleporting away from the cold temperatures of the ice moon brought him thousands of feet in the air, above Castle Tepes. Blinking, Joseph joestar screamed comically as he fell like a sack of potatoes downward.
"WHAT?! I- IN THE AIR?! I- IMPOSSIBLE!"
Joseph had to think to himself, to see someone like Dante fire down and through what appeared to be a window of some sort, he wouldn't be able to survive such a landing himself, but while Joseph lacked in damage resistance, he made it up with ingenuity, and his ticket happened to come in the shape of a draconic entity which the Khajiit happened to be riding upon. Sliding his clackers from his belt, he grinned and flung them forward, tying the metal balls around the dragons leg to hold onto it in the meantime.
"CLACKERS!"
With his flight secured, Joseph held on for dear life, and was able to make it just above the castles roof, however, not knowing his clackers losing their grip, Joseph felt his grip slipping as his clackers came loose, causing Joseph to plummet toward the castles roof, and with a scream he held both arms out, allowing him to crash onto the roof with a powerful thud, though charging Hamon through his arms, he was able to rip through the castle Tepes chimney, firing down the hot, fiery, smoke filled smog, using his Hamon to coat himself in a Hamon based barrier, the power of the sun to absorb the heat of the fire and relinquish the smoke the ability to get into his lungs, using Hamon based breathing to expel it before it could stay inside. Eventually Joseph crashed and rolled through the Castle Tepes Fireplace, where Dante and the Khajiit was located, covered in soot.
CASTLE TEPES - KITCHEN
Joseph Joestar took a minute to breath before the Hamon Warrior stood up and brushed himself clean of the soot from the fireplace, coughing several times, Joseph Joestar started to breathe like he was taught to, to regain his energy a lot faster, while also giving Dante a smile, winking cheerfully at his direction, speaking up not a moment after.
"Joestar.... Joseph Joestar! Nice to meetcha! You were in that ice place, right? Had to drop in unexpectedly, didn't know where I was going, but you seem to know your way around!"
Joseph quickly looked toward the maids and winked at them, giving them a very charming glance in the process, to held ease the tension.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Whoa, what was this guy doing? Just grabbing onto her broom like that? Jeez, he could get hurt! Sure, Marisa had no problem beating people up, but some guy falling off her broom and getting some serious injuries was not exactly something she felt too good about. Holding her hat on her head, she looked back over her shoulder at him, the other hand holding firmly to her broom.
"Oi oi, you should really let go before I get too-"
Wait wait why wasn't the broom rising anymore.
Marisa found herself rapidly descending through the air. With a yelp, she swiftly grabbed onto her hat as she fell, wrapping her legs around the broom When she hit the ground, she skidded her knees and pitched forward, knocking her head on the concrete and thrusting her backside into the air in a rather awkward-looking position. Stars went off in her vision on the impact as a horrendous pain reverberated through her skull.
"Ow ow ow..." one hand still on her hat, Marisa raised her other hand to weakly hold her forehead, tears welling up in her eyes at the pain. "Wh-what the hell was that?!"
Othinus, meanwhile, would get a rather different experience. Objects of all sorts catapulted around the hat. Yen, strange, unfamiliar coins, a trumpet, a glowing necklace, a sheathed katana, several manga...
In fact, one particular manga, the cover adorned with two girls holding hands, collided directly with her, landing open, face-down, and directly on top of the tiny girl.
Outside Castle Tepes
The stitched maid, whose name was Anette, cocked her head to the side at the assertion that it was stuff. But surely it was a cool night, the didn't have to turn on the 'make-the-air-chillier' thingy right? That was something that the girl had never fully understood, but it sure was useful sometimes during the summer! So it had to be something else...
"Well, she's adorable, right?!" she declared, her tone still bearing the utmost seriousness, "So naturally you must not have been able to take it... One time I was tending to her room when she was asleep, and it was so cute I tripped and knocked my head off!"
The stitches around her neck, somehow, would become even more visible. "And that doesn't normally happen, it's on here really tight... it's funny, I made a big mess even though I was supposed to be cleaning! But her Majesty didn't mind all the blood! She likes blood!"
Nothing in her voice seemed to indicate that Anette found any of this the least bit distressing. No, instead she found it more of a silly accident. She considered things for a moment, and then continued. "If it's really not her cuteness, though... can I get you anything?!"
Shirley, on the other hand, stared at the presentation blankly. She wasn't good with people what could she do...
"... U-um... her Majesty will... b-be out shortly? A-ah..." she grew more and more transparent as she spoke, clearly not prepared to deal with this. It was a wonder why she was the one who handled the gates.
Kitchens - Castle Tepes
The maids were not sure what to do. They all looked between one another, baffled. Things were happening so fast and so strangely that they had no idea what kind of reaction they should have. One of them, a maid sporting a pair of animal ears, paused for a moment before approaching.
"... So... are you making a pizza?" she asked. It was a reasonable question, really.</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
Seiga closed the hole in dimensions, pinching the bridge of her nose in mild irritation. No matter, this would be fine. She picked up the tablet Hazama had left on the floor next to his hologram machine. Noting his destination, she fiddled with it for a bit, finding a call button. She pressed it, Hazama's side picking up immediately.
"Excuse me, Mister Incompetent? You seem to have come to the wrong address. I'm looking, and... yes, I'm afraid that's nowhere NEAR the right universe.", she sighed, "You know, if you're illiterate, you could have just told me. Trust me, it couldn't lower my opinion of you any further. Of course, had you just taken the hole I went to the trouble of making for you, it wouldn't be an issue, but you didn't, so I suppose you'll be taking the hard way around. See, from what I've been told, the place I've asked you to deliver to? It has a... field, of sorts, around it that stops conventional travel. My holes can make it through, but your little thing? Yeah, not going to happen. Take it as a test of your resourcefulness, I suppose."
With that, Seiga nonchalantly hit the end call button, crushed the tablet, and chucked it into a corner.
"Where does he have to go, Nyan-Nyan?"
"Oh, the home of some forgettable organization that takes care of stragglers like him. I think they call it... Yggdrasil."
"Are we gonna wait for him?"
"Pfft, no. I'm taking one more trip, then we're leaving. If he does complete that wild goose chase I've sent him on and tracks us down afterwards, well, I suppose we'll have to fulfill our end of the bargain. Till then, we've no further obligation to him."
"What's a wild goose chase?"
"It's a task to get something that's very hard and very stupid to get hold of. In this case, the signature of a high-ranking official, Ms. Knox. She's known for being... uncooperative, to say the least. Say, Yoshika?"
"Uh?"
"'Prince' is the proper term for one such as that, is it not?"
"If Nyan-Nyan says so, then it's true for definite!"
"You're such a good girl, Yoshika. Now then, guard the house while I'm away.", Seiga grabbed a large burlap sack, "I'll just snatch a few and we'll test them at home, okay?"
"Okaaaaay!"
Seiga slipped into the floor once more, gliding through the earth. Luckily, they weren't recognizing anyone's achievements in outstanding cruelty or some such thing today, so it would be a painfully easy task to stuff a few Teigu in a bag and bail. Of course, had Seiga been a normal thief, she'd find this vault more or less impossible, given that it was plated in a metal thought to be indestructible, kept on around-the-clock watch, and was located deep underground within the palace treasury. Seiga was not a normal thief.
Indeed, had they been out on display, under the watching eyes of the prime minister, his guards, and one or more of his loyal retainers- that'd be some serious trouble. The kind of thing a master thief would go after. Seiga was not a master thief, either.
She simply burrowed through the treasury wall once again, into the nigh-impenetrable orichalcum-plated vault which had been the death of many a spy. She hummed quietly as she snatched up anything that seemed interesting and relatively easy-to-carry. A book, a breastplate, a paintbrush, a ring, a mask, all stuffed into a sack with no real ceremony. Her work finished, she tunneled back to meet Yoshika.
"Come, Yoshika.", Seiga said as she opened a hole in the wall between worlds, leading to her secret retreat, "Our work here is done."
"Sure thing, Nyan-Nyan!"
And with that, they left, hole closing behind them.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Misaka glanced over to her companion as Kakine finished the explanation to the new arrival, who was looking somewhat confused by all this. Misaka could have done the same herself, but given her penchant for third person narration it would have taken a lot longer to do so, and presumably they all wanted to be out of here sooner rather than later. At least the two of them did, since they still had a kleptomaniac witch to catch.
Once that had been finished, the strange woman introduced herself, and Misaka logged the information away for the Network. This would be another interesting experience, even if it served as a distraction from the main mission itself. And every bit of data helped when it came to this sort of thing.
She gave Lucina a blank look when asked about her speech, before answering that. "Yes." With that she set off, moving besides Kakine as she kept tabs on the Network, angling in on Marisa's location and the ongoing feud with Touma. Despite having picked up another guest, this mission would be accomplished, one way or another.</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
Kanji, Museum
Kanji kept his distance from cinder on edge just in case she was going to attack. "What do we do now? I don't have any handcuffs on me or any of those hand tie things. I hope you do."</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
"I understand! There is no need to shout!" Raditz shouted in response. He looked at the Jawa twisting dials and knobs and wondered why in HFIL he had liet this girl manhandle him so. He could crush her with a thought! But it was the allure of delicacies from a foreign land, and fights of glory beyond all reckoning that drew him in. Soon, people would remember why they feared the name Raditz.
"Let us proceed! There are enemies to be slain, and we are wasting time!" He had zero luck keeping the impatience out of his voice.</s>
<|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
Chuck Greene easily finished another pair of laps as the Camera-operator was working with the small portal. Noticing that, the portal was not established Chuck parked the hover-bike near him. "Great, what's the trouble?" The armored camera-man focused on Chuck Greene before returning the small device back onto his belt.
"Oh, Chuck! Good news. You know how this course was, just flat and lacked the cool obstacles and such?" Chuck just stared at the camera-man, "Came to mind after hacking those tentacles away." The camera-man kept his attention on Chuck and spoke a bit. "Yeah, well we got a way better place. It's gonna be the official spot for when Athas 500 comes around now. Called the Ivory Plains. It's a bit away, but anyway, we probably should take a look. You got the map feature right? Got it pinged there. Don't worry! I'll be sure to get there shortly before or after you arrive there, cause you got another segment."
"Right." Chuck noted as he activated a mini-map located on the hover-bike. And so, would begin the treacherous journey to the Ivory Plains.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Castle Tepes
"There's been a period of two days between each attack prior to this," explained the Queen, glancing towards the rather eager being that seemed to have ties to the boy. "However, they've probably gotten impatient with failure and may be using a more powerful force under a shorter period of time. So everyone should be ready, but not too ready. After all, you might end up sleeping over here or they attack could happen in five minutes!"
The latter was, of course, unlikely, and Saber guessed it was 'hyperbole'. For the moment, the important thing was to ensure that they had a plan. The King of Knights paused for a moment, weighing her options. She had military experience, naturally, and therefore believed she could be of some assistance beyond simply defending the castle and the Eye of the Serpent. She stepped forward, gesturing to herself as she did.
"If I have permission, and the consent of my fellow operatives," she began, "I will contribute in organizing the castle's defenses. This would mean having access to the defenses already in place as well, Queen Tepes."
The vampire cocked her head to one side for a moment, then gave a fang-exposing smile. "If your allies like you enough to give you the job, why not?"
Saber turned to face her remaining allies. Gintoki, too, would be asked when he was located.
Outside Castle Tepes
"..."
The maid dabbed one eye, sniffling. Really...? It was all okay...
Anette took a deep breath before speaking.
"S-so... e-everything is really okay?" she asked weakly, quivering. The wrong answer seemed like it would most likely cause the sitched girl to explode into tears again. Perhaps literally this time, though she seemed adamant before that her stitches would hold her together perfectly earlier. Still, it was likely the best idea to try and keep her calm and not falling to pieces over the issue. She seemed the emotional type, regardless. The incredibly emotional type.
Meanwhile, Shirley was repeatedly attempting to speak and failing. It seemed she needed further prompting.
Castle Tepes Kitchen
The maids were really quite baffled. But... these people did not seem to be Shadow Eternity, at least, and even if they were not exactly what they'd expected from the 'you-em-em-ay', they did not seem to have any intention to attack. After some further hesitation, the wolf-eared maid decided to simply continue her line of questioning.
"Are... any of you here to defend the Eye, at least? Appearing so suddenly like that and everything..."
Kirisame Marisa
"Eh? Well of course you're not a pet," said Marisa, flashing a quick grin towards the pocketed Othinus. Nah, she wouldn't consider any person a pet. That was kinda weird. Still, for the moment, the tiny girl was 'hers' in terms of being someone she was going to dress up for sure and there was no-way anyone was going to stop her. "It's kinda like... you have a really cute friend, right? And you wanna see her in cute clothes, right? That sorta thing!"
When she noticed the blue-haired nun's complaints about the treatment of the various artifacts that had shot violently from Marisa's storage hat, she waved her hand dismissively. "They're tools, right? Just tools. Any magician knows how to use a tool. Especially a witch like me!"
.. To be honest, she'd forgotten she had those in her hat. But hey, tools were tools, right? However, it was right about then that the recovering Touma made his way out of the pile of storage.
"... Eh? You're not gonna explain? Jeez, fine fine," Marisa sighed, and reached into her pocket. Well, the one that was free of tiny girls. The one that had something... special inside. Marisa's grin widened as she drew it out, and a light glow emanated from the hexagonal object she raised up and trained on him. The best way to test a defense was to throw an attack at it, right? And why not try a strong one? Not her strongest of course, but...
"I guess I'll just have to make my own theories! Love Sign!" cried the blonde witch gleefully, as magical energy crackled from the core of the Mini-Hakkero. It swelled and built, and the brilliant multicolored magic circle spread out from the center, shimmering like a rainbow. It was a bit of a signature technique, adapted from the original user's technique and made oh so much flashier and more wonderful.
"MASTAAAAA...
The light in the center flared dramatically, growing and swelling in brilliance.
"SUPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKU!"
And then it erupted outwards, a blazing beam of magical energy tearing towards the boy with an enormous crack. Granted, it wasn't tuned to lethality, by default any spell card was ultimately nonlethal if you weren't a fairy. Sure, Marisa could make it kill, but why would she right now? She just wanted to see if he could block it.
Dlanor A. Knox - The Museum World
Dlanor's expression shifted to what could almost be called disappointment for only a moment, before she lowered the Red Key. Blood dripped from her gaping chest wound as she approached, still leaving a trail on the ground beneath her. The time it would take to heal would be an irritant, but it would not be that much longer.
"... Detain HER," she said, simply, raising the Red Key to point towards the woman once more. It was to ensure she would not try anything unusual.
The School
The girl sighed, then shook her head.
"I'm not intending to be a bodyguard. You certainly don't seem to need it, for one," she said. Certainly, there was no denying that she had been misunderstood. It was not so surprising given the nature of the universe the man seemed to come from. Judging by his appearance, it was likely he did not trust easily. Those injuries conveyed that much.
"I wish to, if I can, help the both of you return to your home worlds, so-..."
She trailed off as a what appeared to be a helicopter descended in front of them, drowning out her voice.
"... What"</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails - Outside of Castle Tepes
Tails had really no idea where he was at all he was legitimately lost and he had no idea where he was but he knew it wasn't anywhere close to home so he decided if he couldn't pinpoint exactly where he was he was going to have to handle the situation as best as he could he could see that the place where he was now is inhabited and could see a castle in the distance and some people talking so he knew this place must be somewhat civilized but he always came back to the fact that he had no idea where he was.
Tails kicked a rock in anger.
"Stupid me!"
Tails grumbled to himself, he knew that this was going to be something that he was going to have to figure out himself but he also didn't feel inclined to return to his home.
He knew he was on a different plane of existence but he didn't know which one so Tails just sat there getting aggravated and muttering in anger to himself.
Tails knew he was hopeless but that wasn't the reason he was upset it was because he was all alone in a place full of people and things that he doesn't know.
Tears ran down his cheeks as he sat on the ground and then he started crying because he didn't know where he was and he was surrounded by strangers and he had no one to talk to or relate with.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto
The Twice-Betrayer, Foecrusher
How typical; the brainless thug was attempting to direct what everyone else would be doing and trying to assert its superiority through force of arms. Not that the plan was entirely without merit--except for the flaw in pointlessly assailing a defensive position whilst trying to undermine it to create a breach--but the brute behind it was far too full of itself.
"A plan reliant on the survival of a single beast is inherently flawed in its premise, especially because your plan assumes that getting a small force inside would be sufficient to storm a castle," the ex-paladin stated, looking at the umber hulk with disinterest. It was burly, for certain, but not so durable that its survival could be relied upon. Kerri had, in the past, killed a more exemplary specimen, "Forgetting that, as a castle, it was built with defence in mind, and this plan would allow all the defenders to retreat unharmed to block a small tunnel. A better plan of action would be to create a large breach in the defences--such as by tunnelling and then collapsing as much of a wall as possible.
"Sorcerous protection might render such an approach invalid, and a better use for that creature's ability to dig would be to break through the gates." Or its gaze could just confuse the defenders; that was a good backup.
Kerri lifted up the curved blade, just in case the green thing carried through with its attempt at mutiny, and looked at it closely, "I would advise against issuing threats in the future, I will not be so accommodating a second time."
---
Misaka Mikoto
With everyone else having gone through whilst the Railgun was still behind the podium, it was at least clear that the strange gateway was pretty safe. So, with no fanfare aside from taking hold of the lost girl's hand to lead her through, Misaka followed the others to this 'Pensee' place.</s>
<|message|>Cinder Fall
Nono, Castle Tepes
Nono continued to listen calmly as Saber went through the defensive plans for the castle, addressing each member of the group and telling them where to go and what they could do to defend this place. They'd be a spread a bit thin if there was a large attack, but they were all strong enough that they could handle it. At least, she was fairly certain of that, since she couldn't judge what the Shadow Eternity might throw at them next.
"Of course Onee-sama," she said with a nod and a smile. "You can count on me." And that was said with all the determination that it deserved, since she expected as much. She would do what she could to protect this place and fight off any attackers, and she would not let Saber down. Any attackers would have another thing coming, that much was for sure.
That said she returned to waiting for Saber to finish so they could move on with their preparations. They had the time, and once it was set up then they would be able to deal with whatever might be coming. So she was confident in her chances.
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Misaka 10032, Academy City
With Marisa back in custody the situation was rapidly resolved, Touma's involvement no longer needed or required. It certainly could have turned out worse, and this time there had been no significant property damage either. That immediately put it above several other incidents in Academy City's recent history, though the new arrivals wouldn't know about that to be sure.
She nodded back to Kakine before giving her attention to the unfortunate boy in front of her. "Until next time," she said as a goodbye before heading off after the others, alert for any more breakout attempts and keeping the Sisters in reserve as they headed for the Windowless Building to meet with Aleister.
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Ilyasviel von Einzbern, Foecrusher
Okay, so maybe the argument wouldn't be over that fast. Well, there were some good points presented as well, and she certainly hadn't given it much thought before. So now Ilyasviel found herself sitting up to keep better track of the situation, before it turned into a fight or something. She wasn't going to caught unawares.
So she added her piece to this business. "Well, when it comes to magical defenses we've got me and Mr. Crazy over there to take care of it," she said, gesturing over to Rasputin. The guy was a creep, but he might be useful in this case. There was only one way to find out really, and she wasn't hinging all her hopes on that at the end of the day.
With that said, she turned to the other matter, that of breaking through the defenses. "I don't suppose anyone knows how the previous attacks went off," she asked, looking around. "That could help us figure out what they're expecting from us." That was all she was willing to say for now, while the three of them argued it out.
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Cinder Fall, Museum World
Cinder sighed as she walked along, ignoring the crackling flames around her as the fire department finally got around to putting out the museum fire that she had started. Well, that had taken long enough. Someone wasn't doing a very good job here, were they?
At the same time, she listened to the ongoing conversation while noting the vial of black Dust that Blake had taken. Well, here was hoping that she could handle it. Or rather, couldn't. It was dangerous and powerful, and who knew what might happen before it could be safely disposed of?
"I wish it was as easy for me to get competent help," she said before coughing, a slight shudder running through her form in the process before she straightened up as if nothing had been wrong. But she knew that wasn't the case. It was very unfortunate, but there was nothing to do about it, not now. She would not play the rest of her hand just yet.</s>
<|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Da Foekrusha
"I'z figgr'd you'z humies were used to sluggin' it out, like da gitz back 'ome. But, If'n ya don't wants ta jus hit da frunt, go ahead 'n' split up, just keep em dis'strak'd." So long as they weren't in the way when the Kommando reached the Eye, the finer details were hardly an issue.
Now, as for the armoured humie's complaints. "Ya know, if'n ya wants to bust a gate open or krakk a wall, I'z k'n fink uv a betta way to do it." Reaching into his backpack, the Ork withdrew an odd-looking red cylinder: a Melta Bomb.
"See dis? It'z wunna da few fings da humies back 'ome made dat's wurth nickin'. I'z can't show ya 'ere, but it'z proppa killy, 'n' it can melt just abowt anyfing, frum plasteel beems to wunna dem humie 'Bayneblaydes.' Plant a few a dese at da wallz, 'n' dey'll fall proppa fast."
"As fer da gate, I'z got sumfing spesshul fer dat." Delving into the pack once again, Arragoz withdrew an ungodly contraption which resembled a number of Orkoid hand grenades wired together and slaved to a single pin.
"Say 'ello to da Super Stikkbomb. Krumps humie trukks 'n' tanks just fine, 'n' I don't fink sum fancy door iz gunna be much 'arder dan that. Since I'z gonna be sneakin' in," The Greenskin paused mid-sentence, and proceeded to toss it to the armoured humie. "You'z gets ta use it. While I know you'z humies ain't very kunnin', it shuldn't be 'ard fer ya to figger out. Just pull da pin, 'n' throw da uvver part."
When the armoured humie decided to threaten Arragoz, he simply sneered, and responded in kind.
"Dat'z a proppa good joke, humie. You'z gotz any more?"</s>
<|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
"Yes, ma'am. That sounds suitable to me." The young boy stood at attention and saluted to Saber. He figured that little extra flair would help him sound a bit more serious. A serious defense operation like this required a serious defense operative, after all. But, seriously, he had no problems with guarding out the interior of the castle. He wasn't some top grade martial artist or samurai, just a kid with a gun. And plenty of weapons to change that gun into. Running people down in a castle was fine for him. As for being paired with Gintoki...
Honestly, Gintoki didn't seem particularly reliable here if he was willing to ditch the whole mission, but he knows that the guy can pack a mean punch in that wooden sword of his. ...How exactly he can do that is still a mystery to him, but it's for that reason that he's willing to go ahead with it.
Omega-Xis had just as many qualms with this set-up as Geo. Which is to say, barely any. He knows they don't have giant huge missiles or laser beams or anything (at least not without the meteor server, but that's long gone) to pick off enemies from the outside, but he could hold the inside well if they aren't getting flooded. He was just as skeptical about being paired with Gintoki, however, but he figured he could just pick up the silver perm's slack if he fell behind. He could feel it in his... wave... parts. The part of the wave that gives him intuition. The... Bah, what he's getting at here is, "So long as we get to go buck wild on folks, I think it's fine too!"</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
"Well and good," Lucina said to Kakine. She put her arms akimbo and tapped her foot, realizing that she had no way of knowing from where Marisa had come, and how to tell which of the items were [actually] hers. (There was mention of the sheer number of items that Marisa owned; Lucina would cross that bridge when she got there.)
Lucina approached the suspended Marisa and caught her attention with a wave. "Ma'am," Lucina called. "Do you mind telling me where you had left your belongings before you were apprehended?"</s>
<|message|>Blake Belladonna
Blake Belladonna, Museum world
Blake's eyebrows furrowed as she looked up at the taller boy, frowning at his response and the cnfusion on his face. "I thought - You're not with the UMMA?" She asked, a little incredulous. "What were you doing in the museum, then? I thought we cleared all teh civilians out."</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
Kanji, Museum world
"What is the UMMA? Well, after I crawled out of the T.V in the break room I started looking around. After I found out how to leave the ship I saw the fire and ran in to see if anyone needed my help." The cool guy grin was back on his face and it also appears he didn't see or think anything was wrong with running into a burning building.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Marisa folded her arms as best she could under all the bindings, looking down at the new girl with a small smile. At least, of course, she could take pride in something like this even if she was tied up in weird stuff that was kind of hard to understand. Oh well, time to clarify!
"All the stuff on the ground is mine!" she explained, "All of it."</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails - close to Castle Tepes.
He had been exploring for a little while but still he had no idea what he was to do but he also was wondering what kind of weird beings lived here and quite frankly he was sacred of who and what he might meet in this place he still was crying a it but he was now using all of the knowledge he had to figure out what he was to do if he was attacked.
Tails was nearing what looked like a large castle of which he had never seen before but he was quite astonished by its beauty and the glory of its walls and decorations.
"Wow!"
Tails said to himself his eyes gleaming with wonder that only an eight year old could possibly portray.
He wiped the tears from his eyes and forgot his worries this place looked awesome to him and he was eager to approach but he instantly stopped and began wondering if it was a trap or if the people who inhabited the Castle were not friendly towards outsiders.
So Tails decided he was going to think this over for a short while and maybe even study the architecture and lay out of all of the surrounding walls and see if he can spot out any machinery.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes Kitchens - Outside Castle Tepes
While waiting for a response, Shivani moved towards a window to look out. She saw quite a few people on the ground below her but none stood out more than a young anthropomorphic fox. "A kit?" she asked herself quietly. "What's a kit doing here?" She turned towards the maid and Dante with a look of concern. "I'll be back." she said, pulling out a pair of orcish daggers and using them to slide down the side of the building. Once her feet were on the ground, she sheathed the daggers and began walking towards the young fox. "Greetings!" she called to him removing her helmet.</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails- Outside of Castle Tepes.
Although he was very, very afraid Tails spoke up.
"Uh...Hello!"
He said shyly eyeing the weapons at the women's side he was worried about the weapons but he needed to know where he was.
"Wh-where am I?"
Tails asked the women who greets him although he was scared he needed to focus at the task he had to figure out and that was figuring where the heck he was.
And he was going to have to do a bit of independent work if he was to do this and he knew that he was getting older but he still was only eight years old so that was the downside of things.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Outside Castle Tepes
The Khajiit shrugged. "I don't know what this place is called. All I know is there's a lot of people after this magic item so I have to protect it." She offered him her hand with a smile. "Let's go inside."</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails - Outside Castle Tepes
Tails timidly took the women's hand and followed her.
He was interested in this magic item though he did not want to steal it from this place because they were protecting it from something.
"What are th-they protecting it from?"
Tails asked the kind women who was leading him to the castle.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Outside Castle Tepes - Castle Tepes Kitchens
Shivani led the child inside with a smile. "Some mean people who want to use it for evil. Reminds me of how Alduin tried to use the other dragons to take over Nirn, starting with Skyrim." She shook her head with a chuckle. "But you probably don't know anything about that, do you?"</s>
<|message|>Aegis
Aegis - Outside of Yggdrasil
A flash of light. A tendril of darkness splintering the light, piercing the scope of his perception, invading him with a warm yet discomforting feeling of balance. Then suddenly, he began to feel as if he was burning. Unable to move his mouth or limbs, he suffered silently as he remained unable to see the portal that had materialized in front of him. Aegis struggled to breathe, the invasion of the darkness from its hidden valley in his heart enveloping him entirely.
From the portal stepped a woman. Slender in form, garbed in a sleek violet dress, tight to the body, she was adorned in a headdress in the semblance of the head of the fawn. Syndra, the foreteller of Fawnilicium, approached the man disabled by the darkness of his heart.
"You have trespassed into studies we have forbidden, young Master Aegis. You have awoken the Heartless of true darkness, the ones that cannot be destroyed, and in seeking your universal knowledge through the true Kingdom Hearts, have risked exposure of them to the other universes.
"The council has spoken. You once were a pupil of my tutelage. I watched you grow into the most wise scholar of your generation. And now, I have been ordered to enforce your exile to the In-Between." She raised her left arm gracefully, and with a flick of her wrist, a pale white Keyblade suddenly materialized in her hand. She aimed the head of the Key, which also resembled a fawn, directly at Aegis' chest. A ball of light began to form on the tip, as Aegis silently continued to tense as the darkness reacted to it.
"Your sentence: be banished from the realm of Kingdom Hearts until your heart has found the Way to the Dawn once more. You must find your own way back, even if it lasts forever. You are now near the castle between the universes - Yggdrasil. Find a purpose. Find your way. And perhaps this parting gift will help you." Syndra pulled her arm back as the ball of light suddenly became a vibrant shade of blue, and thrust forward. A beam burst from the edge of the weapon, piercing through Aegis's heart and enveloping it as a shield around it, holding the darkness at bay. Aegis fell to the ground, released from the paralysis of the darkness.
With her other hand, Syndra beckoned a second portal. "You will begin this journey in a place known as Castle Tepes. You will find that your home, your worlds, and your universe cannot communicate with you. You may find yourself there again once, or perhaps many times. This portal shall close once you pass through it. Farewell, my student." She backed away into her own portal, sheathing her Keyblade as tendrils of violet light danced around her inside the portal. She faded as the portal closed itself, leaving Aegis alone.
Still weak from the endeavor he had just been through. Aegis fell to one knee, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down his forehead, falling in front of him onto the ground. After a few moments of panting, he rose from his position and looked to the portal. He had no words to say, no thoughts to express, other than a cold feeling of emptiness. He approached the portal, studying it intently, and then passed through. All went black, for a time, and he felt himself dissolve into nothingness temporarily as he traveled to his destination.
Outside Castle Tepes
The portal opened on a wall, and as Aegis stepped through, he found himself at a castle. Almost immediately, his Keyblade materialized in his hand, as it pulsated rapidly.
"There must be some sort of powerful object here," he murmured, as he looked at his surroundings. He was in a formidable structure, with a kitchen area nearby and a small balcony over the side of the hallway he had been transported to. It's so eerie here, he pondered. Not a single person to be found. Why would she send me to an abandoned castle... He noticed he was near a main entrance, it seemed. Suddenly, his Keyblade began to react even faster, and a revelation came to him.
It's not reacting to an object, he realized. There are people coming! He immediately heard a young, childlike voice say, "What are th-they protecting it from?" and a female voice give a response he could not understand. Aegis readied his weapon and turned around to where the voices were coming from, just as a small fox and a woman with the form of a feline entered the building. He stared at them as he attempted to make eye contact and waited for them to say something, anything at all.
@belwicket</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails - Now inside Castle Tepes
Tails shook his head then said.
"Well I know what Dragons are but I don't know what a Skyrim is,"
Tails said pensively because he was considering the situation and where this women was leading him but he decided it may be good to let himself be known, so Tails continued.
"But I do know about many other things like how to make a robot!"
Tails said with joy and pride.
"I'm Miles Prower but most my friends call me Tails because,"
Tails demonstrated by spinning his tails around and lifting off the ground a little bit.
"I can fly and I have two tails but enough about me what's your name Mi-"
Tails halted his sentence as they walked through the grand halls of the castle when they met a strange man starting at them both, Tails stepped forward letting go of the kind ladies hand and curious Tails approached the man a bit.
"Excuse me mister,"
Tails said walking up close to the man looking him over and sniffing the air.
"You do not smell of this place,"
Tails drew back a bit from the man.
"Who are you?"
Tails tilted his head in a questioning manner.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes
"Skyrim is the land I'm from." Shivani said as she stepped into the castle. Upon Tails mentioning robots, she looked at him confusedly. "What's a robot?" She continued listening to the boy, only looking up when he froze. As tails began approaching the man. Shivani quickly moved in front of him. "Stay behind me, Tails." she said, drawing her weapons. "Identify yourself." she said to the man, readying her stance. "I don't want to have to kill you." She glared at the man, her instinct telling her he wasn't as dangerous as he seemed.</s>
<|message|>Aegis
The fox plodded forward, raising his nose into the air and sniffing around Aegis. Though he kept his weapon at the ready, the fox seemed of no harm.
"Excuse me mister," it asked in a voice reminiscent of a young child. "You do not smell of this place." It drew back and tilted its head, asking "Who are you?"
Aegis looked down at the young fox for a moment, a hint of a smile forming on him lips. He then returned his gaze to the feline woman as she pulled the fox back and moved in front of him. Drawing daggers from her sides, she moved into a fighting stance.
"Identify yourself. I don't want to have to kill you," she said. Aegis looked her in the eyes with a hard stare. The two stood a mere two feet away from each other, both with weapons drawn. Yet, Aegis had a gut feeling that there was no need to fight here. He was too tired, and they seemed to have no darkness emanating from them.
Aegis lowered his weapon. "My name is Aegis.. I mean no ill will. I found myself here in peculiar circumstances. Where are we, if I may ask, and who are you?"</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails was excited to meet someone in the same predicament as him so Tails said with a slight hint of relief to Aegis.
"Oh you were sent here as well?"
Tails walked to the side of the feline womens right leg and looked at Aegis curiously.
"My names Miles but you can call me Tails and I am a little lost,"
He looked at the large weapon that Aegis was holding and was very interested in it so Tails asked.
"Aegis what is that you hold it looks like a large key?"
Tails was mainly interested in how it works and if it has any mechanical functions and properties because it looked like a fine bludgeoning weapon to Tails but things can sometimes be much more if you look hard enough so Tails wanted to know.
"And if your lost like we are you should come with us because frankly I have no idea where I am other than in a Castle!"
Tails said looking at Aegis's weapon and also analyzing what else he had on his person.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes
"I don't remember the name of the castle." she sighed, sheathing her weapons. "I am Shivani, a Khajiit from Elsweyr." She eyed the large key with a frown. Shaking her head, she continued on. "Come, let's return to the kitchens. There is a maid there who was telling me about the gem."</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
Lucina looked on the ground. Man, she had a lot of things. She fit all that under her hat?
Lucina glanced back up at Marisa. She looked at Marisa's hat, and suddenly had an idea. "Ma'am, do you mind if I borrow your hat for a little bit?" she asked.
Her intent was to scoop all of the things up using the hat itself as a vacuum cleaner. Certainly this would be easier than hefting each individual item...</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
For a few moments, Marisa hesitated. Her hat was part of the quintessential witch look, and therefore she usually only parted with it when she was wearing something else entirely. However, this was a different circumstance from usual, and that was all her stuff that needed very desperately to get back into her hat until she could return home. With a small sigh, she pulled her hat off and tossed it towards the girl on the ground.
"You better not miss anything!"</s> |
<|description|>Kirisame Marisa
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: A perfectly ordinary witch. Also like 4'9
* Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
* Universe of Origin: Touhou Project
* Personality: Kirisame Marisa is a frequent liar and kleptomaniac. She'll steal anything that looks interesting or useful, provided it's not nailed down, and she'll even steal abilities from people she's met. She's also nearly always cheerful, always interested in a fight, friendly or otherwise, and an incredibly hard worker. To master the magic she has, she needed to train for a very long time. For some reason she doesn't like talking about how hard she works, but it's likely that most of her life was spent doing so. Marisa is also very proud of being the "Second best in Gensokyo" to Reimu, as well as being a good thief.
* Abilities/Weapons: Capable of flight and danmaku use, spellcards listed here. She's also a pretty fancy thief, and carries around what's known as the mini-hakkero for doing magic. Her biggest, hardest hitting spells are all variants on "Master Spark", a massive beam of magic. Danmaku is non-lethal but can damage objects, but lethal versions of some spells are possible.
* Backstory: Marisa is a proud incident-resolver of Gensokyo, and has participated in the resolution of various incidents. After finding a gate in her closet, she realized she could pass back and fourth between universes. Studying this, she discovered a modification to her base Master Spark could open up portals, and promptly decided to make ventures into the multiverse to steal things and have fun.
* Faction: Factionless.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto
Misaka Mikoto--Pensee
Though the travel was disorienting, it wasn't quite the worst thing she'd ever had to experience, and unlike the bikini-wearing girl that went through before her she had a child providing a little bonus stability. The town they'd arrived to looked a lot more familiar than the desert ruins did, but only from similarity to the School Garden Tokiwadai was situated in. Even then, this place was a lot more authentically old, and had none of the technology.
Being here was making the girl happy, though. The girl who, the Railgun now realised, they hadn't asked for her name even after all the fighting was over. "Really? I'm glad. Also... can you tell us your name?"
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Kerri--Foecrusher
The blackguard caught the carelessly tossed explosives, handing them with some care to a grunt that would probaby have a better success rate with the device than a technologically-backwards swordswoman would. That the Ork refused to listen to others was annoying, but the warning had been given. It was simply a matter of making sure that as few soldiers as possible were diverted to his foolish plan of attack.
"I, in these circumstances, advocate a frontal attack due to the nature of our enemy, with minimal splitting of our forces. I can subjugate or daze the dead, and defeating them from there would be a simple task. This also poses no risk to our target."</s>
<|message|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment
Jericus "Ing" Ignace- Pensee
The guardsman looked around at town "Throne damit we are on a medieval world I don't think there a space port on this planet." he said. The guardsman was relived that they made it through the portal safety without a gellar field. He was glade that daemon didn't do any horrible things to them as they crossed. Ignace walked up to one of the villagers "Excuse me citizen can you direct us to the nearest PDF outpost?" he asked to the nearest villager.
Argon Charr Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher
Argon remained quite as his fellow agents augured among them selves over there plan of attack. "I agree with our swordwoman here that our best shot is a frontal attack on the castle." The mandalorian guested to the boxes of explosives behind were he was sitting. "I brought along a box of thermal detonators and it would be a shame if they were not used."</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
Kanji, Museum world
"My name is Kanji and I am from a small town in Japan called Inaba." Kaji glances back and watches the fire. "Man, that is not cool." He turns back to watch Cinder get in the cell and the other members of UMMA members that showed up. Cinders remark as she entered he cell rubbed Kanji the wrong way. "You better shut up before I go over there and deck you! I just met you and I'm already sick of your shit!"</s>
<|message|>Refers to himself as 'Jack'
Jack - Castle Tepes
Jack was in complete agreement with the various plans laid out in defense of the Eye from Shadow Eternity forces. Noticing many were preparing to take their respective places in guarding, Jack stepped over to stand directly in front of the doorway to the eye, facing down the hall. He sat down into a meditative position, with his sword placed within arms reach, and used the the time of waiting to rest, and reflect on recent events. Jack found he was still quite amazed at all there was in the multiverse, and that he still had much to learn about the common sights and interactions within. Jack also contemplated fully siding with the UMMA, seeing it could be of great benefit in both finding the way back to his own time, and having aide in the inevitable battle with Aku when he returns. Despite the importance of the thoughts, Jack eventually found himself drifting into a very light sleep, still ready to spring into action at a moments notice.</s>
<|message|>Aegis
Aegis- Castle Tepes
@blackmist16 @VitaVitaAR
The fox - no, Tails - flew up to Aegis and began rambling a little bit about a gem that apparently he and Shivani were looking for. He listened politely, silently, until the boy brought up the suggestion of taking the gem for himself.
He reasoned that the two of them must only have been together very briefly, for Tails' words surprised Aegis with the lack of affinity and companionship the boy's tone had regarding Shivani. Aegis noticed Shivani move as if she was to turn around like she had heard. He sighed internally - she probably did not trust him or Tails anymore. As she seemed ready to speak, however, a vampiric child suddenly appeared in front of them.
The girl approached them, cautiously but with an air of authority that Aegis knew must have meant she was the ruler of this castle. Pausing for a moment to observe the three of them, the woman then proceeded to address them.
"You seem to be lost, if you're in my castle without my consent," the child vampire began, slowly approaching, "I can hardly imagine what put you here without my awareness."
Tails immediately began to apologize to the girl, and Aegis took the moment to carefully pick his words. He couldn't bring up the circumstances that brought him there. There are not many topics that make a conversation somewhat concerning like "Hey, I just got exiled," does.
Shivani moved forward and began to speak. She also apologized, but then Aegis became extremely interested in what she was saying. Shivani told the vampiric child that there was a gem in the castle, and that men were going after it. The nature and origin of these men, Shivani declined to mention. However, Aegis said nothing as Shivani finished her explanation and prepared himself to speak.
Bowing slightly in a gesture of respect, not rising fully from such position did Aegis begin to introduce himself to the ruler apparent of the castle.
"My sincere apologies, my Lady. What the others speak of is true, I can attest. Though I am most likely the last of us to have arrived in your domain, I can assure you none of us have any ill intentions." He waved his right hand, and his Keyblade instantly disappeared from his left and materialized in his right hand. He held the blade from the edge, for it could not cut its owner, and extended the handle towards the girl. "This is a Keyblade. It can detect the darkness in those around it. Please touch it and it will allow you to feel our natures. We mean you no harm."
The Keyblade had been feeling pleasantly warm since Aegis had encountered the other two. Fortunately for him, it could only detect and transmit from other's hearts and not his own. He walked a path between dawn and dusk, and preferred to only let his actions show his intents.
Whether the girl accepted this token gesture or not, Aegis hoped to be able to explore the castle with the others. Having been sent here, he was convinced that there was some higher purpose for him here. Plus, he remembered that because Shivani had a very refined looking pair of daggers he sensed she had on the ready at all times, and decided he would simply attempt to reassure her of his trustworthiness. The fox seemed extremely friendly, but he hardly wanted to have a friend become an enemy over miscommunication.
Still in his bowing postion, he held the blade out steadily to the girl, raising his head just enough to make eye contact and show a smile of friendliness.</s>
<|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
Seeing as Gintoki seemed all clear with his orders, Geo walked over to him and gestured to outside the chamber. "Let's, uh, get going then? Scope out some more of the castle?" he asked the older man, "Or we can just wait around until something happens if you want." Geo caught how resigned his tone was to going along with him in the end. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly he personally did to catch his disdain. Maybe it's because he was a kid? Did he make an off comment prior to leaving for the castle? Perhaps he would rather just have his own solitude...
Well, whatever it was, Geo was determined to make as good an impression as he could. If just laying off him in general was the way to go, well, he guessed that's what he was gonna do then.
Omega-Xis didn't seem as keen to lighten up his attitude as Geo and approached Gintoki with his usual amount of gusto. "Looks like you're stuck with us in the end!" he told the man. He wondered how much fun he could have just bugging this guy until some action showed itself.</s>
| <|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Castle Tepes
Saber gave a quick nod to her allies. Now it was time to do whatever they could to prepare. The entire mansion was available to them for the moment. As Saber turned to ascend the stairs, she paused for a moment when Nono asked about instruction from her. After a few moments of silence, the King of Knights turned to face the robotic girl and gave her a small nod.
"If you desire my training, I will not reject you," she said, simply, before turning once more to make her way back up the stairs. For the moment, there was no real time for training, however. They could be arriving immediately, or in several days. It was hard to be certain. In any case, it would be best to set up as many defenses as possible as quickly as possible.
For now, they had a little more time to get in position and plan.
Castle Tepes
Queen Tepes raised an eyebrow, perplexed at the various explanations she received. Well, at the very least, none of them seemed hostile. In fact, they seemed more inclined to help protect the Eye then to steal it. However, the child vampire still gave the weapon a rather wary glare when it was held out to her. Exactly how would it let her feel their natures? Well, regardless, it wasn't as if they would be capable of taking her by surprise if the weapon turned out to be some kind of trap. Besides, they seemed relatively non-threatening. With a shrug, she reached out and took the handle as she introduced herself.
"I am Queen Isabella Danielle Valeria Katherine Tepes, and this is my castle."
Black Rock Shooter - Pensee
Black Rock Shooter stumbled when Suwako hopped onto her shoulders, but managed to catch her footing without collapsing to the ground. Barely, at least. Straightening and adjusting herself(with some confusion about Suwako's decision) to support the smaller girl, she looked around as best she could. In any case... she had no real answer for the blonde girl's question. As a result, there was really only one response that she could make.
"I do not know."
The little girl looked thoughtful for a moment when Mikoto asked her name. There was several seconds of silence as she looked up at the sky, then idly towards the cobblestone ground, then to the side, then finally back to Mikoto once more. It was an awfully long time to answer a question about your name.
"I don't know!" she declared, frustration tinging her voice. "... And I know a lot of other things..."
There seemed to be someone approaching them, as well. Shuffling closer, hesitatingly, there was a brown-haired girl in a red and yellow outfit...
Dlanor A. Knox - The Museum World
Regardless of Cinder's intent, the chamber was quickly sealed with a loud clanging sound, and the hiss of the vacuum-sealed door fastening completely shut. Thankfully, air cycled into the chamber quickly. Murdering a prisoner via suffocation was not the act of an organization that prided itself on justice and doing what was right. Dlanor calmly stepped between the chamber and the civilian combatant, turning to face him as the other UMMA agents slowly lifted it to begin moving away.
"She is already IMPRISONED," she began, "Further assault is not NECESSARY."
Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher
The woman with the katana sighed. It seemed things had settled with a compromise. A frontal assault would be prepared as well as attempted sabotage and subterfuge to penetrate the castle's defenses. It seemed logical, really, to devote forced to both sides. Really, though, she felt a small amount of frustration that she couldn't demolish the castle entirely. That risked harming the eye, after all.
Oh well.
They would arrive soon.
The Leader
"... You cannot understand it?"
The Leader let out a sigh, and approached quietly. The letter's contents were important to the elimination of this threat, lethal or otherwise, and she rather desired to know exactly what someone would intend to attempt to use the UMMA's Murder Doll for.
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
Well that was an experience Marisa was in no hurry to repeat. Some girl with brown hair had down up, and then there'd been a flash of light, and now she felt sick and was in some completely different place. Staggering a little to try and get her balance, Marisa shook her head and attempted to take in her surroundings. Well then. Well. There was a... okay, the voice let her know it was definitely a guy, in the tube. And all kinds of weird technology stuff. Shaking her head and straightening, Marisa had two questions firmly on her mind.
"... Are you Crowley-san?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and inclining her head to the side. "Why are you in a dress?"</s> |
<|description|>Clifford "Cliff" Nobles
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Look familiar?
Canon, AU, or OC?: AU
Universe of Origin: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part VII: Steel Ball Run
Theme song: The Horse by Cliff Nobles & Co.
Personality: Cliff is not particularly noble. An arrogant, immoral braggart, he's also an unrepentant coward who will readily flee at the first sign of trouble and prefers to have a "number 2" position in groups and organizations in order to avoid having to deal with the responsibilities that come with leadership. Tremendously greedy, about the only thing he respects is power which he can readily see is superior to his own. Despite all this, Cliff isn't all bad. He's a rather jovial companion who has no problems socializing and getting along with others, isn't a big fan of betraying his partners and has a good deal of respect towards women.
Abilities/Weapons:
-Full Force (stand): A stand bound to an engraved Remington Model 1858 revolver, more precisely a 5-shot metallic cartridge version produced in 1868, making it visible to everyone at all times. It can be made to appear and disappear at will, has infinite ammunition, no need to reload, absolutely no recoil and grants the user total control over shots and the increased perception and reaction times needed to mentally guide bullets through fine-tuned motions like avoiding a stand's swordplay at close range.
Cliff can have the gun appear and act on its own as long as he's within 165 feet of it and its bullets are effective beyond that distance. Full Force is tremendously durable as well, perhaps indestructible, which allows Cliff to use it as a makeshift melee weapon if need be. Being a stand, it can harm things otherwise immune to bullets. Despite having the size of a real revolver, its shots are quite deadly, powerful enough that Cliff can rely on it despite facing up to things such as cybertronians, magical superbeings and the like*.
-JoJo Constitution: Let's face it, it's incredibly hard to make damage stick to people in the JoJoverse. Even against those that should not, by all rights, be that durable. It's not that Cliff is impossible to hurt and whatnot, but he's really hard to incapacitate, can keep on ticking after taking damage and losing amounts of blood that should leave him an unconscious heap in the ground and will make full recoveries from horrific injuries, even out and out maiming, with a bare minimum of treatment. As in, yes, he'll recover lost digits or limbs with a bare minimum of treatment if he doesn't die.
Backstory:
An only son whose mother passed away soon after he was born, Clifford Nobles grew up idolizing his father, Walter Berry Nobles. At different times in his life a constable, city policeman, county sheriff, teamster, buffalo hunter, bouncer, saloon-keeper, gambler, brothel owner, pimp, miner, and boxing referee, the Nobles elder led a hectic life, rarely settling down in one place for long and dragging his son along with him everywhere he went. Though it was a hard life and he received an education a mother wouldn't approve of, Cliff didn't mind. His father was good to him and made sure to involve him in his every venture, teaching him a variety of skills in the process.
Walter Nobles was, first and foremost, a man's man. No matter what he did with his life, he did so as honestly as he could, but if push came to shove he could always rely on his skills with a gun, which was fascinated Cliff the most. As he became older, however, his father's gunslinging skills were the only thing Cliff still respected about his father. He came to realize that it was his insistence with remaining "honest and straightforward" that needlessly complicated their lives and began to lust for money in order to live a life of leisure. When his father was killed, shot in the back by a man he hadn't killed during a duel, it cemented Clifford's worldview and personality.
The only memento he kept of his father was the last weapon he wielded, an older model revolver that was nonetheless quite well kept and effective. For Cliff, the weapon symbolized the only positive aspect of his progenitor, the only thing he wanted to remember about him: his ability to overpower others and get his way. It became Cliff's treasure, the only link left to the man he had once idolized and the feelings his father used to evoke in him. It was the incredibly strong emotions attached to the weapon that gave birth to the stand Full Force after Cliff lost the weapon in an area near a Devil's Palm and spent three days looking for it through the sand.
So armed, Cliff Nobles became a gunman of great renown, and he eventually came to join the Steel Ball Run race seeking to win its exorbitant prize money and live a life of leisure and luxury. Unfortunately for him, his riding skills were just not up to par and he was rapidly eliminated before he managed to make any kind of impact or even get to use his dangerous stand somewhere the cameras wouldn't see. His luck seemed to change, however, when he was hired by none other by the President of the United States and promised 50 million dollars for taking out two competitors, Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli, and recovering two mysterious items from them.
Of course, Cliff was unable to bring down the tenacious pair and was eventually put on full retreat before his life was put in any serious risk. Though he was given treatment for his injuries, the President decided that Cliff's skills were no longer needed and used his mysterious powers to make him vanish from the world, never to be seen or heard from again. Popping up in the middle of a world similar yet different to his own, Clifford might have been doomed to the strange eradication from reality that seemed to befall everyone displaced by the President, until he was found by a Shadow Eternity agent. It didn't take much convincing for him to join.
And that is how Hol Horse's Steel Ball Run counterpart came to travel the multiverses. He looks exactly alike the actual Hol Horse because come on, he fits an Araki'd western world just fine.
Faction: Shadow Eternity
*results may vary</s>
<|message|>Gintoki Sakata
Gintoki sighed and sheathed his bokuto as the enemies retreated. It was good that they were gone, but...
Glancing down at his growling stomach, Gintoki shook his head and leaped off the catwalk, casually landing on the canopy of a stall before jumping off and walking to Nono and Saber.
"Geez, they could've at least dropped some sort of money like a regular set of enemies." he complained before cracking his neck and glancing at the two. "So you two gonna stop acting lovestruck anytime soon so we can go grab a bite to eat? Assuming any of the shops are opening back up anytime soon, of course..."
Kakine stared blankly at Marisa before sighing.
"So you blew a hole in fabric of space-time because it was in your way. I'm pretty sure that is absurd by the standards of most universes, honestly." he said, shaking his head in disbelief as 10032 went off to retrieve her stuff. By the time she returned, the crowd hadn't dissipated in the least. Well, the discussion could probably continue later.
"We should probably move somewhere else for now. Attracting too much attention would probably end badly."</s>
<|message|>Blake Belladonna
Blake Belladonna, Outside the Passenger Area, UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir
Blake eased out of her combat stance as the remaining SE agents teleported out, standing straight and slipping her sheath back onto her sword. Mai and Ayako. Who the hell did you think was in here?
She looked around as their reinforcements gathered in the junction. Dlanor herself, some sort of giant robot and... Blake suppressed a shiver as she spotted the third arriving agent. Russ, with her damn wolves. With some effort she pushed aside her instinctive reaction towards the animals - her heart was still pounding from the fight anyway - so she just gave the faunus-esque woman an impassive nod as she passed and hurried onwards towards the civilian quarters proper.
"They kept on talking about finding someone, a girl or a woman." She told Dlanor as she reached her side. "They seemed to think we'd kidnapped her. We don't keep prisoners in the civilian section, do we?"</s>
<|message|>Daijuji Kuzaku
Daijuji Kuzaku
Kuzaku stood behind the counter, taking potshots at gunmen when opportunities presented themselves, generaly providing firing support to his allies in the thick of battle. However, the fighting soon enough died down, and their sword-wielding leader retreated. Kuzaku breathed a heavy sigh of relief, he wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to keep that up. Even so, he still had his pride as a knight, and he couldn't seem weak in front of his allies. He dispelled Cthugha and Ithaqua and wiped the sweat from his brow. Standing up straight, he strode out from behind cover, and over to his celebrating allies.
"Pardon me, ladies, but I feel we have greater priorities than celebrating at the moment. These people need medical attention." He said, gesturing to the scores of slain or wounded enemies and civilians.
Yes, there were greater priorities. Once those most gravely wounded were tended to, he could seek help regarding his visions. The red haunted him, and the taste of blood still lingered in his mouth. Blood. Endless blood. Whose blood was it that would be spilled? Kuzaku paled at the thought, his knees weakening in trepidation.
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Inescapable.
That was what it had become.
Trying to run as far as she could had not worked.
Trying to fly away had not worked.
Inescapable.
Darkness.
Darkness without end.
All-consuming.
Inescapable.
Darkness.
深
闇
深
闇
深
闇
深
闇
KISS-SHOT ETERNITY: 02
A small girl emerged from the ominous coffin that they had found at the bottom of the pit. Unexpected to say the least, but Kiss-Shot knew well enough not to judge by appearances. Surely enough, this was the origin of that unmistakable source of power. She could only wonder what manner of being this was. She looked human, but in every other sense was something unknown. Whatever this was, Kiss-Shot didn't much care for it. Not that it unnerved her, she was too powerful for mere unknowns to bother her, it merely annoyed her that she still had no idea what was going on.
Still, Kiss-Shot responded to the girl's query in a haughty voice, "What is thy bedroom doing at the bottom of a pit?"
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Giorno Giovanna & Polnareff, Shadow Eternity Headquarters
Deep within the labyrinthine complex that was the base of operations for the Shadow Eternity, a young man went about the many tasks entrusted to him. Compared to the otherwise gloomy facility, his chamber was serene and beautiful. A fragrance of flowers and sea breeze filled the room, classic music played softly, and the aesthetics of the antique wooden furniture and tasteful art put one's soul at ease. At the heart of the room, a young man of golden hair sat at rich, mahogany desk, his numerous attendants fluttering about him. His attention turned from one to the other, speaking softly and calmly, his expression as soft as that of a young boy speaking with his mother. A turtle, adorned with a strange golden key sat on his desk, patiently eating fruit from a china plate.
A sword-wielding woman entered the room, and the young man's attendants fell silent at the sight of her; averting their gaze seemingly out of shame. Giorno paid them no mind, finishing whatever business he had with the man who had just been speaking to him. "Make it so. I want reliable people, people who aren't going to be carried away. We're not murderers, in spite of what this UMMA thinks." Turning to the woman as though he had just noticed her, he gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Please, sit down." Looking back to the other men, he simply said, "Leave us," and they promptly vacated the room.
Giorno leaned back in his chair, eyeing the woman in front of him coolly. "I'm already aware of what transpired in Yggdrasil today. Your lack of control of your subordinates has brought shame to this organization. It has brought shame to me. My heart breaks at the thought of the innocent lives lost today." Despite his apparent sympathy, no trace of any unpleasant emotion could be found in Giorno's face or voice. "It was wise of you to leave your underlings for dead in Yggdrasil. I might have thought to kill them myself." He stood, plucking a rose from a nearby vase and holding it to his nose as he looked to a nearby painting. "We are not a business, signorina, we are a family. And a family forgives. This slight will be overlooked, but you will be in my debt. I may forgive, but I do not forget." He walked over to the swordswoman, placing the flower in her hair. "I am a patient man, but do not test my patience. You will come to regret it. You may leave."
As the swordswoman left, Giorno returned to his seat, looking over some paperwork that he had been handed earlier. The turtle, having finished its fruit, looked at him with its dull eyes. A disembodied voice sounded from the turtle, "Don Giovanna, why do we work with these people? These criminals and fiends? They have no honor, no respect."
Giorno sighed and looked away from his paperwork, back to the vase of roses. "It's a means to an end, my friend. Nothing comes free in this world. Especially not dreams."</s>
| <|message|>Clifford "Cliff" Nobles
Clifford idly considered ways of getting through things without having to carry the unconscious guard, but he couldn't come up with much and what he did come up with all implied more work than having a hostage handy, nevermind trying to convince the total idiot he was paired with that his plan was stupid. Despite this, Cliff barely put any effort into carrying the man at all, only holding on to his legs and letting him fall face-up on the floor before dragging him around downstairs like so. The constant bumping of the man's head against the steps was a source of much amusement for him and the majority of the bickering between the intrepid duo of incompetent morons.
With only a few steps to go, Clifford properly hoisted the man up on his shoulders so Hampus could more easily stand him straight in front of them. The wizard then suggested going through the man's pockets and Cliff was actually surprised at how logical and not at all stupid that idea was. Nodding, he put his hands in the man's trouser pockets (not at all weird) and pulled out...a red box of pistol ammo that looked like it could hold 60 but only had like 15 shots rolling around, an empty wallet, a keycard with a smiling picture of the man and the name "Arkadios Nikolao Strudwick" printed in big bold letters underneath and...a handful of shining gold coins.
Beautiful, gleaming gold coins stamped with strange motifs and words in a language Cliff couldn't understand and which immediately fell off his hands and clinked and rolled around the floor. Loudly. "DIBS THOSE ARE MINE I CALL THE GOLD COINS!" he yelled as he scrambled for them, desperately pocketing a few already.</s> |
<|description|>Soundwave
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Age:
Unknown
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Soundwave | Soundwave | Vehicle form | Laserbeak | Laserbeak
Canon, AU, or OC?:
Cannon
Universe of Origin:
Transformers Prime
Personality:
Soundwave's most defining characteristic is his total, unsettling silence. He could speak, but chose not to as a testament to his ability to keep secrets and as a vow of silence. Besides his silence, he was also very loyal to Megatron, and constantly used his skills and abilities to intercept plots against his master. Spending years doing this has caused him to trust very few people, and he's constantly evaluating his peers for any signs of betrayal.
However, Soundwave is not an asset on loyalty alone. He is concise and pragmatic in all his endeavors. If he doesn't harm something or someone on a mission, to call it mercy would be to lie. If the action is not relevant to the mission, he will not make it. However, pity those who are his objective, as he will utilize all his resources to track them, and will almost certainly succeed in finding them, which usually is not the most pleasant of experiences.
Soundwave is excelant at obtaining and witholding information. He is not fazed by almost all forms of torture, and is willing to go so far as to send himself into a coma and erase all his memories in order to keep information confidential. If he is ever heard touting his superiority, it is likely that he is relaying a fact, and not gloating.
Abilities/Weapons:
Looks can be deceiving. Such is very true for Soundwave. Although he appears skinny and fragile, he is an incredibly dangerous opponent. He fought for years in the gladitorial pits in Kaon, and was only ever beaten by Megatron by a thin margin. He often uses his second pair of "tentacle" arms in unison with his armored main arms to disable and destroy opponents. His main arms block and stab at the foe, while his more frail tentacle arms wait for an opening to pin down and throw his enemies. These extendable arms also can drill holes, shoot lasers, generate electricity, and hack into terminals. In a way, they are far more useful than his regular arms.
However, it's not just on the field of battle that Soundwave is impressive. He is a walking database, and has amassed a huge amount of data on various subjects. From the profiles of every enemy he's ever fought, to every communication he's intercepted, Soundwave catalogs everything. Not only that, but he also is a master at hacking computers and databases, and can intercept communications on a planet-wide scale. He can display all this on his visor, which is his main form of communication.
However, these tools pale in comparison to his pet that has almost become his symbol. Laserbeak, a cybertronian minicon who is used for both information gathering as well as defeating opponents. The condor-sized bot is stored on Soundwave's chest, and is almost always receiving and sending data between Soundwave. Not only does he act as a relay for Soundwave, but he can also store all of his data, so if he loses it all, it can be re-uploaded by Laserbeak. When used in combat, Laserbeak is often overlooked, allowing him to sneak in deadly surprise attacks that disable and destroy opponents.
Backstory:
(Go here for more info on Soundwave)
For years, Soundwave remained trapped in the Shadowzone. Constantly watching his universe progress. However, eventually, he had had enough. Waiting for a spacebridge to open, he attempted to activate his own groundbridge near it. He hoped that it would create a similar effect to when he was trapped originally, and freeing him from his prison. However, it had a different effect. Instead of returning him to the main dimension, it launched him outside his universe. From there, the confused spy met up with some organization that called itself "UMMA", and became one of it's agents. With no Decepticon faction to be loyal to anymore, he dedicated himself to the UMMA.
Faction:
UMMA</s>
<|message|>Shockwave
Shockwave's Private Laboratory - Shadow Eternity HQ
Shockwave was still clinkering with his tools when he suddenly heard a small squeak behind him. He paused for a few short seconds and laid his tools on the table and slightly peers back.
"*Sigh...* Charlotte." he sighs in a slightly annoyed yet calm tone and turns towards her, revealing his grand mechanical body. He then slowly approaches her.
"How many times must I tell you..." he continues in an imposingly calm tone, "Do not enter my lab without my permission."
As he stops right in front of her, he then goes on one knee. His right hand was balled into a fist, but instead of proceeding with a violent act of aggression he slowly un-grips his fist, revealing a small slice of cheese in his hand. He slowly brings his hand towards Charlotte and shows her the cheese.
"And please do not eat my supplies as well..." Shockwave finishes in yet a higher-pitched and more friendly voice (Tribute to Shockwave's G1/Animated voice!).</s>
<|message|>Kal-El (Superman) Age: Unknown (Appears to be in his late twenties) Gender: Male
Shadow Eternity HQ, The Lounge
Somewhere, on an unknown world in the middle of some forgotten jungle, a monolithic structure stood tall in the light of day. The headquarters for the most diabolical group of super-criminals the Multiverse had ever known. So vast were their numbers and so enigmatic were their goals that surely no one could stand in their way. A powerful, nigh unstoppable army, with forces stretching across the cosmos. A presence so powerful that if it were to clash with its nemesis organization, UMMA, the very foundation of the Multiverse itself would shake. More blood would be shed during that all-encompassing war than all blood shed before then combined.
Yet, this is not a tale of war and strife and bloodshed.
This is a tale about a man.
A man like no other, one might say. A being so powerful he is capable of creating life with but a stroke of his pencil. A man who claims to have fought against the gods themselves, and lived to tell the tale. A man so unique that there are entire universes full of people who look just like him. Said people are also more interesting, strong, and heroic than this man. He is a man that no one loves. This is the tale of a man.
A man...
Who has nothing better to do than drink alcohol all day and watch television.
In the dark bowels of the darkest hallways of the darkest building upon the darkest world, the darkest man sat among his peers. An entire row of individuals who, at a glance, are nothing alike. Upon closer inspection one may find that they have only one thing in common: they really like to bet. Around thirty individuals sat in various cushioned couches, chairs, and bean bags, gathered around a massive television set that spanned the entire wall. The room's lights were dimmed to allow for a better viewing experience. A waitress and her male counterpart were constantly serving beverages and sustenance to the crowd of rowdy brigands and thugs.
"OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" A giant rockman cried, jumping out of his seat and into the air.
"WHAT?!" A human woman yelled out in angry."Seriously? That's total bull!"
Upon the screen, a giant lizard man stood triumphant over a cyborg ninja. They seemed to be in some kind of arena, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of screaming fans.
"Come on, Sasha. Pay up." Rockman said smugly. The woman huffed, pulling a hundred credits out of her pocket and slapping them into the Rockman's fist."A pleasure doing business with you." He said. The Rockman then sat back, put his feet up, and began counting his money.
The cyborg ninja was promptly dragged out of the arena. A fat, black-scaled creature with stumpy legs and four arms waddled in and took its stop in the corner of the ring. The Lizard man laughed at his opponent before returning to his own side and waiting for the bell.
"I've got two hundred down for Crocmore." The Rockman said confidently, retaining his previous position."Nobody's goin' to bet you on that, Sid-" A bald, blue creature mocked."I'll take that bet." Wassi announced, taking a swig of his bottle filled with a sickly green liquid.
The bell rang, and Crocmore and his opponent came out of their corners...
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Client World 102249740-D
Superman picked up the alien pirate and slung him over his blue and red clad shoulder. He stepped out of the cargo bay, turning to look down the hall as Ridge rounded the corner. Superman's new companion held the pilot firmly in his arms."Come on, let's get these two outside." The UMMA agent and his new-found ally swiftly exited the damaged and burning craft, placing the two unconscious pilots down next to their compatriots."Can you carry all of them on your own?" To this, Ridge nodded. Superman then turned around and effortlessly lifted up the cargo hatch, closing it with a single hand and locking it back in place.
The Kryptonian then flew underneath the alien vessel, placing both hands palms-up on its underside hull. He then pushed upwards, while at the same time taking flight. Kal-El lifted off from the ground, spaceship held above him, when he addressed Ridge."Come here. Superman commanded. Ridge flew up to meet the UMMA agent."Grab the metal box off of my belt. Okay, now hold onto me. Right, hit the button. No, the big one." The pair of heroes then disappeared in a flash of light, followed closely by a massive thundering sound echoing across the planet.
Yaggdrasil, various
Ridge and Superman were now inexplicably floating in the reaches of space. In front of them, a massive structure floated between the very dimensions of the Multiverse."We call it Yggdrasil." Superman explained to his silent companion."It's UMMA's base of operations. Come on, I'll drop you off in the hands of the staff before I deal with the pirates. The cape-clad crusader and his time watch wielding associate made their way into Yggdrasil's hangar.
Almost immediately they were greeted by security guards and engineers alike. Kal set the starship down in the proper, designated location before turning to address the attendants. "This is Ridge." Kal motioned towards Ridge. "I found him on one of our client worlds. He claims to have experience with the Multiverse, though I am unaware to what degree. I'd like to note that he volunteered to assist me in capturing these pirates. I'll have my full report filed and sent to my superior within the next twenty four hours. One more thing, the pirates might require some minor medical attention." What Superman meant by this is that all of them had a plethora of broken bones, bruises, and scars.
"Is there anything else you require of me?"</s>
<|message|>Blackout
Blackout - Shadow Eternity Base, Main Hangar:
Blackout was silent for the rest of the trip. He had chosen not to respond, but the insect brought up a good point. Sure, they could destroy this enemy, but how many resources would be needed to be used up to complete the objective. Would the cost of annihilating them outweigh the benefit?
When he finally returned to base, the massive Decepticon helicopter took a bit to get the alignments correct. Blackout landed similarly to how he had taken off, choosing to fly in and then power down his rotors once his wheels were firmly on the ground. This had caused a tremendous amount of noise and wind to go through the hangar, even causing some items nearer to him to fall over. Nevertheless, once he had landed properly the engines slowed down and the rotors started to decrease in speed. Due to his size, he would have to trust the organic to go and communicate with their superiors. Of course, the idea of even trusting an organic disgusted him, but he had no choice.</s>
<|message|>Autumn Sanson
Autumn - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
She walked past the shops selling foodstuffs, hungry but determined to make her last bit of money last. Autumn needed a job, that much was plain a week ago but things were a little more dire. As easy it it might be a join UMMA something temporary would be preferred. Being tied to one organization would be such a drag.
She hadn't realized how difficult it was to live outside of the mercenary life she had known for so long. About to finally pick a nice looking sandwich shop, she paused as something caught her attention.
Bodies, many of them. The buzzing at the edge of her awareness was like the sensation of standing near a high voltage power line. stopping and rotating in place to get a firm direction, she slipped the freshly converted Yggdrasil Marks back into her pocket. Finding the way she needed to go, Autumn broke into a jog, weaving around people headed the other way.
As the damaged establishment came into view she slowed to a walk and then stopped altogether. She'd missed it, the fight was over. Her expression fell along with her chances of making an impression and finding some work.
"Did... did I miss everything?"</s>
| <|message|>Soundwave
Laserbeak - Yggdrasil
The large metallic bird burst into the restaurant district from a wide hallway, the doors being forced open as he flew past. After finally being freed from the constricted hallways, Laserbeak felt the need to stretch his wings a bit. The small (by Decepticon standards, for humans he's fairly large) Decepticon climbed into the air for a bit before stalling. As gravity took control, he fell into a dive before leveling out a safe distance above the heads of the people below. From there, Laserbeak slowed himself significantly until he was at a hovering speed.
As soon as he slowed down to near a stop, Laserbeak began taking scans. Being an extension of Soundwave, he was equipped with extremely powerful sensors and scanners, his findings were sent immediately to the spymaster. The main thing that he was currently looking for was any residual energy signatures, specifically from the sword weapon that one of the intruders had used to escape. That weapon had garnered significant intrigue from Soundwave, and it was up to Laserbeak to gain information on it.
Soundwave - Yaggdrasil
While Laserbeak was off in the resturant district, Soundave made his way towards an observation point near the hangar area. The main reason? A certain cape-wearing member of the UMMA had returned. Why would that be cause for Soundwave to observe Superman's return personally? Well Soundwave didn't trust him of course. Perhaps it was that he contained so much raw power that Soundwave feared it being turned against the UMMA, or perhaps it was his overly do-good attitude that didn't sit well with Soundwave. Regardless of the reason, Soundwave had ended up placing kryptonite as a high-priority item on his list of weapons. He had yet to obtain any, but he was definitely searching for some.
As the pirates were carted off for medical care, Soundwave took good note of their injuries. He did not wish to end up on the business end of the superhero's fists. Even though Soundwave had excellent armor, he did not wish to put it to the test if he had to.</s> |
<|description|>Lucas
Age:15
Gender:Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Earthbound/Mother Series
Personality: Lucas is sensitive. He is also timid, gentle, and cautious. Almost the opposite of his twin brother, Claus. He can show determination, but only when the situation permits, and strong-willed. He is partially traumatized from the events that happened in his life, unable to sleep on occasion.
Abilities/Weapons: Lifeup Ω; Heals most wounds, Lifeup γ; Heals less wounds than Omega, but can be used on friends, PSI Healing Ω; Heals ailments (burning, daze/shock, even unconsciousness), can be used on self or other party members, Refresh; Heals wounds over time, can be used on self or allies, PK Love β; Deals a incapacitating blow, PSI Shield Ω; Halves PSI damage and uses that damage to heal allies, PSI Counter Ω; Reflects PSI damage to enemies. PK Fire; Burns enemies and sends a column of fire wherever it hits. PK Flash: A ball of energy than can go through most things that explodes, causing minor-major damage. PK Thunder: A bolt of lightning that hits wherever it's aimed for average damage, more effective on robots. PSI Spark; Small sparks that deal minor damage at close range. Normal wooden baseball bat.
PSI: Psychic; sort of like magic.
PK: Psychokinetic; Psychic attack.
Most abilities had to be nerfed greatly because of the way Earthbound's attacks work. PK Love Omega would be an insta-kill originally, PK Love Beta would also be an insta-kill.
Backstory: Lucas woke up, smelling the omelets that were being cooked downstairs. He got dressed, ran downstairs, and ate quickly. He ran outside with Claus and ran around the field in the mountains. Those were the days. It had been ages since Hinawa's death, and many months after Claus and the Pigmask Army had been driven from the Nowhere Islands. He had many visions after these traumatizing events. He hadn't had one good dream since the day Claus had died; nightmare after nightmare terrorizing him. He was treated as a hero, but he never felt like one. Countless times he had nearly died, or had to watch others die right in front of him. He lived with his father and Boney for years before he had even thought of someone from different universes visiting him.
One day, while traveling around the Nowhere Islands with Boney, Lucas felt like something was off. Something in the Nowhere Islands was off. He, being a psychic, felt a... disturbance going on. Where was still a question. Soon, though, he'd find out. After finding a section of the Islands that had been completely deforested about 20 minutes ago in less than a second, he saw some sort of spacecraft. Then, a door opened. After seeing this, and also seeing a man step out, he ran off, scared for his life, since Flint and Dusty weren't there to help fight whoever could be attacking the Nowhere Islands, and ran until he didn't have any more breath. He and Boney were the first in the Nowhere Islands to witness multiversal travel. Maybe the last, too.
Faction: Factionless
Explanation on PK Love
PK Love is a bit complicated. It actually has nothing to do with emotions other than the user draws energy from something they 'love' and use it in an attack. PK Love, in the games, is very overpowered, and I had to nerf it. Incapacitation means its strong enough to disable someone for a period of time, and it varies from thing to thing. If he used this version of PK Love on... say, a pigmask (bulletproof clothing and gas masked common enemy in the games) they'd be knocked unconscious, or unable to stand for a while. If he used it on a bigger character, it may hurt, but not incapacitate. If he used it on an unarmored foe, it'd hurt and they may be knocked unconscious and unable to stand for a bit. On anything smaller, it can be fatal.
Can be dodged.</s>
<|message|>Blackout
Blackout - Shadow Eternity Base, Main Hangar:
Blackout was silent for the rest of the trip. He had chosen not to respond, but the insect brought up a good point. Sure, they could destroy this enemy, but how many resources would be needed to be used up to complete the objective. Would the cost of annihilating them outweigh the benefit?
When he finally returned to base, the massive Decepticon helicopter took a bit to get the alignments correct. Blackout landed similarly to how he had taken off, choosing to fly in and then power down his rotors once his wheels were firmly on the ground. This had caused a tremendous amount of noise and wind to go through the hangar, even causing some items nearer to him to fall over. Nevertheless, once he had landed properly the engines slowed down and the rotors started to decrease in speed. Due to his size, he would have to trust the organic to go and communicate with their superiors. Of course, the idea of even trusting an organic disgusted him, but he had no choice.</s>
<|message|>Autumn Sanson
Autumn - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
She walked past the shops selling foodstuffs, hungry but determined to make her last bit of money last. Autumn needed a job, that much was plain a week ago but things were a little more dire. As easy it it might be a join UMMA something temporary would be preferred. Being tied to one organization would be such a drag.
She hadn't realized how difficult it was to live outside of the mercenary life she had known for so long. About to finally pick a nice looking sandwich shop, she paused as something caught her attention.
Bodies, many of them. The buzzing at the edge of her awareness was like the sensation of standing near a high voltage power line. stopping and rotating in place to get a firm direction, she slipped the freshly converted Yggdrasil Marks back into her pocket. Finding the way she needed to go, Autumn broke into a jog, weaving around people headed the other way.
As the damaged establishment came into view she slowed to a walk and then stopped altogether. She'd missed it, the fight was over. Her expression fell along with her chances of making an impression and finding some work.
"Did... did I miss everything?"</s>
<|message|>Soundwave
Laserbeak - Yggdrasil
The large metallic bird burst into the restaurant district from a wide hallway, the doors being forced open as he flew past. After finally being freed from the constricted hallways, Laserbeak felt the need to stretch his wings a bit. The small (by Decepticon standards, for humans he's fairly large) Decepticon climbed into the air for a bit before stalling. As gravity took control, he fell into a dive before leveling out a safe distance above the heads of the people below. From there, Laserbeak slowed himself significantly until he was at a hovering speed.
As soon as he slowed down to near a stop, Laserbeak began taking scans. Being an extension of Soundwave, he was equipped with extremely powerful sensors and scanners, his findings were sent immediately to the spymaster. The main thing that he was currently looking for was any residual energy signatures, specifically from the sword weapon that one of the intruders had used to escape. That weapon had garnered significant intrigue from Soundwave, and it was up to Laserbeak to gain information on it.
Soundwave - Yaggdrasil
While Laserbeak was off in the resturant district, Soundave made his way towards an observation point near the hangar area. The main reason? A certain cape-wearing member of the UMMA had returned. Why would that be cause for Soundwave to observe Superman's return personally? Well Soundwave didn't trust him of course. Perhaps it was that he contained so much raw power that Soundwave feared it being turned against the UMMA, or perhaps it was his overly do-good attitude that didn't sit well with Soundwave. Regardless of the reason, Soundwave had ended up placing kryptonite as a high-priority item on his list of weapons. He had yet to obtain any, but he was definitely searching for some.
As the pirates were carted off for medical care, Soundwave took good note of their injuries. He did not wish to end up on the business end of the superhero's fists. Even though Soundwave had excellent armor, he did not wish to put it to the test if he had to.</s>
<|message|>Swerve
Samus Aran & Swerve - Boarding Hangar 1332 - UMMA Vessel Tanngrisnir
Several minutes later Samus comes back in a hurried jog. Swerve on the other hand was just sitting there until spotting the bounty hunter running back.
"Hey, whats the hurry?" Swerve asked confusingly.
"Space Pirates are attacking a nearby Space Station (Name if there is one?)!" Samus answers with a hurried voice as she begins running up the boarding ramp, "There's no time to waste so come on!"
"Oh yeah!" the autobot says happily as he comes aboard with the ramp closing behind him, "Does that mean I~?"
"No." Samus replies bluntly, knowing exactly what Swerve wants to do, "Pilot this ship to these coordinates, I'm going to jump into my suit."
A hologram appears in the middle of the control panels showing the exact coordinates and the space station as well. Swerve mutters annoyingly to himself as he prepares their Space Ship for flight.
"Why does she get all the fun?" he whines to himself in his head, "I wanna have some fun too!"
In just a few seconds the ship's engines power up and begin to flare as the ship began to take off. They leave the hanger bay as they begin to head towards the space ship, all ready for battle!</s>
| <|message|>Lucas
Seeing a giant bird burst through the doors of the restaurant district made Lucas jump, and almost use PK Thunder, but he stared at the giant bird. He didn't want to take chances, but he didn't know if that was friendly or not. He slowly sidled over to a small group of people, and asked the girl with purple-ish hair, "Excuse me for intruding, but who is that, and do you think they're friendly?" and I stared at the thing, ready to use PK Love, or Thunder, maybe.</s> |
<|description|>Masaru Takahara
Age: Mid-20s (?)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Cannon
Universe of Origin: Live A Live
Personality: To say Masaru is obsessed with STRENGTH would be the understatement of the century. The man thinks of STRENGTH in all its forms, physical and mental, as the be-all and end-all of his existence. Consequently, he comes across as somewhat absurdly macho to a lot of people (but not in a loud way), demanding that things be done in a STRONG and POWERFUL manner, and naturally, is quite short-tempered, slightly abrasive to people he doesn't trust, and takes things a tad too seriously (which makes regular conversation a little difficult at times). That being said, he is also an honourable fellow who would never go full-power against someone weaker than himself, or kick an opponent when they're down; he views such things as cowardly and thus, a sign of weakness. He is, at heart, a good man who values strength through knowledge and experience just as much as physical strength, if not more so.
Abilities/Weapons: Combining raw strength and techniques borrowed from the six masters, Masaru is a formidable hand-to-hand combatant, at inexplicably superhuman levels. For example, he is able to rush at blindingly fast speeds for brief moments (Tsuda, Abise-Geri), punch and do lariats with enough force to create small tornadoes (Aloha Clap, Max Bomber) and strike the ground hard enough to shake the earth and stun enemies without breaking his own fist (Earth-Rending Fury); though even without these abilities, he is a very skilled and diverse mixed martial artist. In addition, he has remarkable skills of observation, memory and tactical analysis, through which he can borrow even more hand-to-hand fighting techniques. Even he isn't sure how he can do all of this, though he's speculated it might be Ki Manipulation. Not that he really cares.
Backstory:
Like many boys, Masaru wanted to be the absolute, unquestioned strongest fighter on Earth; not just in body, but in heart and mind. But while most boys eventually abandon such macho aspirations to instead become doctors, engineers or, heavens forbid, politicians, Masaru chose to see his dream to its realisation, even after he got laughed out of the gym a few times for his lofty goals. Spending a considerable sum of money, he travelled the world, learning the best there is from fighting six martial arts masters and combining it with his own self-taught style, until he reached his peak by defeating the infamous Odie Oldbright, who had previously murdered those same six masters in cold blood to prove his own strength.
This is where things get strange. After defeating Odie, he was spirited away to a realm outside of space and time, ruled over by the time-travelling Demon King Odio; Odie's true form. With the help of a Caveman, a Kung-Fu Instructor, a Ninja, a Cowboy, a Teenage Psychic and a Robot, he was able to defeat Odio and return to his own time, whereupon he chose to keep quiet about the whole ordeal.
That is, until he found out about multiversal travel following another mystery teleportation accident. Having declared himself the strongest fighter on Earth, he then decided that wasn't good enough and instead sought to be the strongest in the entire Multiverse. A tall order, but one he hopes to realise in the same sort of manner as before; by seeking out skilled opponents and challenging them. Plus, this time he has more money thanks to his earlier exploits. He's pretty popular in Canada, for some reason.
Faction: Factionless
Theme Song: Ultimate Strength ~ Victory Road</s>
<|message|>Jeff Andonuts
-Jeff Andonuts, Snow Wood Boarding School-
"Aww, you're leaving AGAIN?" Tony asked Jeff, who was itching for an adventure with friends once again. "Yeah. I'll need to stop by my father's and see if he's repaired the Sky Runner, or even have upgraded it again..." Jeff said. "Give me a boost at the gate, would ya?" Jeff asked, and Tony let Jeff jump on his back and then over the fence once again to go on a long journey. Jeff waved at Tony before heading off and waiting at Lake Tess for Tessie to rise from the water and take him over the lake. It took a little bit, but Tessie came up and let Jeff ride on its back across the lake, and he went down to Brick Road's cave. He went inside, and came upon a Mad Duck. He shot it and instantly killed it, since it was a very weak enemy, and continued on, down the Stone Henge, and to his father's lab. "Jeff!" Dr. Andonuts exclaimed. "Haven't seen you in... well, a week, actually. What do you want?" Dr. Andonuts asks, and Jeff said "I wanted to know if the Sky Runner is... capable of more than it was," and Dr. Andonuts smiled. "Well, take a look. I've unlocked the secret to multiversal travel inside of it... the only problem is, the only place it'll take ya is space in some other universe. I think I've seen some sort of... well, not sure what it is. Looked kinda like a giant tree. But not really... I saw a fleet of other spacecraft approach it, so I wouldn't recommend... Jeff?" Dr. Andonuts said, Jeff having already instantly revitalized himself and boarded the Sky Runner. He took it out of the lab, and looked for the multiversal travel switches. He flipped a switch or two, pulled a lever, pressed a button, and steered it around, when it took off at blazing speeds, so fast that his vision was blue-shifted, and the inertia pulling him to the back of the Sky Runner, and knocking him out.
-Jeff Andonuts, Yggdrasil-
After waking up, Jeff stood up, and looked out the window, seeing what his father was talking about. He steered the ship towards the giant vessel, and parked it in some sort of spacecraft bay. Jeff got out of the Sky Runner, looking about the place, and he saw someone approach him. "Welcome. We'll need to take this for your stay, since you are not part of the UMMA..." a guard said, taking his bag which had multiple weapons and different foodstuffs in it. Jeff gulped, and walked into a giant main hall sort of place.
-Lucas-
"... I've never fought any giant glove..." Lucas said, looking at him. Lucas' meal got there soon enough, and he began eating heartily, enjoying the omelet. It was his favorite dish, and the chef had performed it just the way Hinawa used to. He stopped eating for a minute, and looked at everyone else. Something bugged him a little bit... he felt like someone he may have known had just entered Yggdrasil. But not someone he knew well. Just someone he could... sense the presence of. He looked towards the door, and finished his meal quickly.</s>
<|message|>Daiki Kaito
Kaito was slightly intimidated by the sheer size of the mooks gathered around. Slightly. Kaito counted the minions. He could take on a few of them, he figured. That said, Kaito knew that, if he were picking the wrong battle, he could attempt to use the Rose Attacker to escape and call upon Inves from his Lockseeds to fend off the others while he made his escape.
But for now, Kaito has to do what he does best: showboat his strength.
"Hmph... I should say the same to you." Kaito said. He ran towards the green insectoid who called him out and tried to slash at him with his banana-like spear.</s>
<|message|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
The chicken robot and the one on treads dove under the table. As the slash should have connected, the insect seemingly disappeared. However, it would be fairly obvious where it ended up, as it firmly planted its foot on the Rider's back, pushing him forward. The Riotroopers and Kuro footsoldiers at the back trained their weapons on him and began firing. A few of the Zeon soldiers, however, made their way to the parking lot. The rest of the mooks began advancing, leaving a clear firing line for the Riotroopers and Kuros. Takahara, an elderly man in full Combatman regalia, pointed to Baron.
"This asshole thinks he can come on OUR turf and start shit! After all the shit Riders do to us, he thinks he can come in to the one place we're safe and take it away from us! Well you know what I say?!"
The mooks shouted in unison: "WHAT?"
"I say we're not putting up with this shit anymore! Not the Riders! Not the incompetent leaders of these new Evil Organizations that keep fucking shit up for all of us!"
"HELL NO!"
"We're going to do things OUR way! We're going to get rid of all who oppose us, and we're going to get shit done!"
"AMEN!"
"And we're starting with this potassium-enriched fuck! Boys... put him through the ringer. We'll shampoo the carpets later."
With that, the Riotroopers, Helghasts, AIM and HYDRA henchmen, Demon Clansmen, and Kuros renewed their assault. The Roidmude doorman joined in the firing squad as well. It wasn't so much an execution at this point as a wall of lasers and bullets headed for Kaito. This time though... they wouldn't stop firing when the transformation broke.</s>
| <|message|>Masaru Takahara
Once, I told everyone in the gym in my dream...
-Strongest In The Multiverse-
...They told me to get out.
That's why I don't train there anymore.
-----
Masaru Takahara - Yggdrasil Restaurant District
Masaru was somewhat confused as he sat in the spacey-looking cafe, slowly chewing on the fat tuna sandwich he ordered. Normally he'd be scarfing it down to absorb all the protein as quickly as possible, but not now. Was this freaky space station in what didn't appear to be space as weird as Odio's realm? He wasn't sure. But at least nothing had tried to kill him yet. Back there, it seemed like the universe had emptied its garbage can of unfinished monsters and criminals on top of his head. But on the other hand, when he got sucked through the inexplicable portal here, he had to go through about fifteen layers of red tape before they'd let him in. Paperwork and him didn't get along, he thought, scowling to himself. Too many times, sticklers for paperwork were cowards who wished to take out their frustration on ordinary people.
He spied the various patrons of the cafe again. Nothing too special; as per usual, he'd been looking for challengers since he learned about the Multiverse from local law enforcement. He had been hoping he'd maybe meet some characters from his favourite fighting games, but instead, it seemed like everyone preferred hokey magic or fancy-shmancy gadgets to raw strength and skill. Different standards where they come from, perhaps.
But there were two people who caught his eye, leading to a pause in his tuna-scoffing. A fellow at a table just down from his. He was almost certainly Japanese from the looks of him, although with bleached hair and about half a Kimono attached to his clothes. And a wooden Bokutou, which at least was a weapon of skill. The man reminded him a little of Oboro-Maru, but it was unlikely they'd met. And not just because Oboro was a Ninja. Next to that guy was a little kid with black, beady eyes and a stripy shirt, looking around all twitchy-like. He looked slightly familiar... a character from a fighting game, even, but not one who used his fists...</s> |
<|description|>Masaru Takahara
Age: Mid-20s (?)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Cannon
Universe of Origin: Live A Live
Personality: To say Masaru is obsessed with STRENGTH would be the understatement of the century. The man thinks of STRENGTH in all its forms, physical and mental, as the be-all and end-all of his existence. Consequently, he comes across as somewhat absurdly macho to a lot of people (but not in a loud way), demanding that things be done in a STRONG and POWERFUL manner, and naturally, is quite short-tempered, slightly abrasive to people he doesn't trust, and takes things a tad too seriously (which makes regular conversation a little difficult at times). That being said, he is also an honourable fellow who would never go full-power against someone weaker than himself, or kick an opponent when they're down; he views such things as cowardly and thus, a sign of weakness. He is, at heart, a good man who values strength through knowledge and experience just as much as physical strength, if not more so.
Abilities/Weapons: Combining raw strength and techniques borrowed from the six masters, Masaru is a formidable hand-to-hand combatant, at inexplicably superhuman levels. For example, he is able to rush at blindingly fast speeds for brief moments (Tsuda, Abise-Geri), punch and do lariats with enough force to create small tornadoes (Aloha Clap, Max Bomber) and strike the ground hard enough to shake the earth and stun enemies without breaking his own fist (Earth-Rending Fury); though even without these abilities, he is a very skilled and diverse mixed martial artist. In addition, he has remarkable skills of observation, memory and tactical analysis, through which he can borrow even more hand-to-hand fighting techniques. Even he isn't sure how he can do all of this, though he's speculated it might be Ki Manipulation. Not that he really cares.
Backstory:
Like many boys, Masaru wanted to be the absolute, unquestioned strongest fighter on Earth; not just in body, but in heart and mind. But while most boys eventually abandon such macho aspirations to instead become doctors, engineers or, heavens forbid, politicians, Masaru chose to see his dream to its realisation, even after he got laughed out of the gym a few times for his lofty goals. Spending a considerable sum of money, he travelled the world, learning the best there is from fighting six martial arts masters and combining it with his own self-taught style, until he reached his peak by defeating the infamous Odie Oldbright, who had previously murdered those same six masters in cold blood to prove his own strength.
This is where things get strange. After defeating Odie, he was spirited away to a realm outside of space and time, ruled over by the time-travelling Demon King Odio; Odie's true form. With the help of a Caveman, a Kung-Fu Instructor, a Ninja, a Cowboy, a Teenage Psychic and a Robot, he was able to defeat Odio and return to his own time, whereupon he chose to keep quiet about the whole ordeal.
That is, until he found out about multiversal travel following another mystery teleportation accident. Having declared himself the strongest fighter on Earth, he then decided that wasn't good enough and instead sought to be the strongest in the entire Multiverse. A tall order, but one he hopes to realise in the same sort of manner as before; by seeking out skilled opponents and challenging them. Plus, this time he has more money thanks to his earlier exploits. He's pretty popular in Canada, for some reason.
Faction: Factionless
Theme Song: Ultimate Strength ~ Victory Road</s>
<|message|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
RAT-A-TAT-TAT
BANGBANGBANGBANG
PEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEWPEW
KROOM-KROOM-KROOM-KROOM
The barrage hadn't stopped when the Beat Rider's armor liquefied. And among the lasers and nebulous Toku fireworks, there had been real bullets and plasma bolts- the result had been predictable as Takahara went over to the Rider's smoking body, blood pooling on the floor around him as he reached down and took the Rider's lockseeds. The manager was going to be PISSED. But, as usual, the patrons were already putting together a "hush money" jar. Takahara smiled and clapped his hands as he motioned for the mooks to keep firing until there was nothing left of the Beat Rider's body but swiss cheese.
"Right! That's the superpower of teamwork. Let's get that Evil Organization paperwork filled out! Call up old friends if you've got 'em."</s>
<|message|>Guts
Nothing. Hours of listening to this girl stammer through pages, and Guts still hadn't found what he wanted. Yawning, he stared out the window, and the setting Sun. His neck twinged.
"Could it...." he said to himself. Hanako stopped reading as Guts got up, and tore a bandage off his neck, turning around to look at a wall mirror.
"Shit." he said aloud, the kind of swear where you have to emphasize every sound.
"Mister Guts, what's wrong? Mister Guts?" Hanako asked, following the man into the halls. Guts barged into a closet, rifling through various shelves, then putting on an apparatus, giving him an iron mimic of an arm. Next, he heaved a slab of iron over his shoulder.
"Is there somewhere really secluded near here?" he asked.
"There's the equipment shed out in the field, but-"
"I'm sleeping there tonight. Don't come in until dawn." Guts said, marching down the hall.
Hanako watched after the man as he left, pulling the face-egg out of her pocket. As his aloha shirt grew smaller down the hall, she couldn't help but feel the lights around him growing dimmer, until he finally turned a corner and disappeared from sight.</s>
<|message|>Steve the Bandit
Steve, Freddy Fazbear's
The sound of the New-U Station is nothing new. After all, it's used for interdimensional travel as well as digistructing your body post-mortem. However, where Steve appears is not a place he recognizes. It looks to be a toilet stall, with one very bewildered user. "Heyoo!" Steve says to the timid-looking masked man. "It seems that this is quite an odd place. Where is it that I am right now?" "EEE. YOU ARE IN FREDDY FAZBEAR'S. WE'RE A BIT BUSY AT THE MOMENT, SO IGNORE THE MESS. EEE." At this moment, Steve notices the bullet-ridden corpse at the man's feet. "Ah yes, the "mess". Say no more, I know how that works. Kinda wish I didn't miss the fun. So then, I think I should probably take a look around. Get some explanations for why I got spit out here." "EEE. KEEP YOUR MASK ON. JUST A WARNING. EEE." Bidding farewell, Steve begins to move out of the restroom.</s>
<|message|>Guts
Hanako awoke from her troubled dreams with a start. For a second, she thought she saw an eye, but it must have been the last snippets of some nightmare, she decided, as she rubbed her eyes.
"....Mister Guts!" she said. Not bothering to change from her nightgown, she stepped into the halls. The Sun was only just rising from the East, so that meant.....
That meant she could see him again.
"I-if only to find out what he was up to," she told herself, descending the stairs. Along the way she bumped into that bespectacled boy, carrying an armful of books and candles. He only gave her a suspicious look before dashing off. The burnt girl continued onwards, until she made her way to the sizable equipment shed.
"...Mister Guts?" she called, giving the door a few knocks. It creaked open, having been knocked loose on its hinges. Guts sat inside, leaning against his wall. Though he was now asleep, small bags ringed his eyes. That oversized sword rested sideways on his lap, and his clothes had rips; some of his wounds had reopened, no doubt from overexertion. Moreover, the room itself had taken tons of damage. Gouges marked the walls, the equipment was all broken, and the window itself was shattered. Shafts of light had entered the inside.
"Mister Guts... what did you do?" she asked quietly, sitting next to him. With a trembling hand, she reached out, and felt his iron one. Somehow, it felt warm. Placing one hand over it, she sat down next to the burly man, leaning against his hard, muscular arm, and looked around the room. Hanako had a sneaking suspicion this man was some kind of werewolf. Still, there was something about this man, she thought, something she wanted to be.
Resting her head on his shoulder, Hanako's eyes gently shut.</s>
<|message|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
Freddy's
"Going once... Going twice... Three times... and the first of Sunflower Lockseed is SOLD for nine hundred Zenni to Blueberry, from the Planet Trade Organization! EEE!"
As Steve exited the bathroom, it seemed there was a spirited auction going on over the dead guy's stuff. A Shocker Grunt on stage was holding up one of the lockseeds. alligator-like humanoid came up to claim the device, laughing and putting a few gold coins in a jar labelled "Hush Money." There was grumbling among the minions.
"Don't worry boys, don't worry, plenty more where those came from, EEE! Sunflower Lockseed number two! now, this won't get you a fancy suit, but it'll get you a monster just the same!"
Several different types of grunts were ready this time, going into a vicious bidding war.
Meanwhile, Takahara and Vamp sat at a table, drawing up what seemed to be a corporate presentation.</s>
<|message|>Lucas
-Lucas-
"... I feel like there's someone else in... uh... Yggdrasil... that I know, but I'm not sure... I feel like I should know them. I think I know where they are," Lucas said, leaving the proper amount of money and tip for the waiter, and leaving the restaurant.
He looked down the ship and went to a general area, a place that connected most sections of the ship to everything, and he looked. There was a boy in a blue suit, with thick glasses that was about as tall as Lucas there. 'That was the somebody' Lucas thought. The kid looked right back at him, and approached, offering a handshake.
"Hello. My name is Jeff, Jeff Andonuts, son of Dr. Andonuts, believed to be the greatest scientist there is," Jeff said, and Lucas remembered Dr. Andonuts from the Chimera Lab back on the Nowhere Islands.
"Hi, Jeff. My name's Lucas," Lucas said.
"Nice to make your acquaintance, but I'm afraid I'll be leaving soon. This unknown place seems a little risky to wander alone," Jeff proclaimed, walking back in the direction of a spaceship that looked like it was ripped right from a Saturday morning cartoon or a comic strip.
"What's that?" Lucas inquired, and Jeff replied "This here is the Sky Runner. It's made out of a steel and aluminum alloy on the outside, and can travel across countries in minutes, even having the possibility of multiversal travel. It's still a prototype, my father still has to fix the vast amount of complications with it, such as only being able to travel between two universes to having the occasional probability of exploding... strangely enough, when it does explode violently, it hardly ever hurts those inside. Would you like to come back to Winters to see what it's like if you haven't been there?" and Lucas simply nodded.
He boarded the ship with Jeff, and they got to a safe location to warp back to Winters, and they did so, but it ended up in Summers instead... strange. Jeff took the flight controls and steered the spacecraft northbound, and Lucas waited.
"NononoNONONONO!" Jeff exclaimed as the Sky Runner began to plummet out of the air, right above Threed, crash-landing. It flung both Jeff and Lucas forward, and both were knocked unconscious. When Jeff and Lucas both woke up, Jeff asked "What in the world could have happened? I-I was piloting it quite well until right then..."</s>
| <|message|>Masaru Takahara
Masaru Takahara - Yggdrasil Restaurant District
Masaru simply observed the kid in the stripy top run away from the restaurant all urgent-like. Wasn't crying, so he guessed that the fellow with the Bokutou was not being an ass. But it was a shame.
Having actually managed to finish scarfing down his protein-rich lunch without even noticing, the martial artist chose to get out of his seat and wander over to the man; maybe with a bit of luck he'll learn something from him. And he won't laugh in his face at his goals. What was it about 'strongest in the multiverse' that made people crack up, anyway?
"Hey." He said to the man, taking the initiative. Which is another way of saying it could have been rude, but... well. Nobody said Masaru was known for his conversational tact. "...You look like you can handle yourself."
Of course, it was only at this point that Masaru realised that maybe he wasn't setting a good first impression. Of course, he was always looking for a challenge, but most people weren't. Most people thought more about not getting into needless fights.
"Ahem. My name's Masaru. That kid that just left... d'you know him?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. "I've seen him before, somewhere..."</s> |
<|description|>Misaka Mikoto
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: To Aru Majutsu no Index/To Aru Kagaku no Railgun
Personality: Though often considered, because of her background and upbringing, to be someone of class and refinement, Mikoto honestly... isn't. Though she's generally quite a friendly and relaxed person, she's quite often childish and short-tempered. To make matters worse, she's quite prideful... which probably goes a long way towards explaining why she always tries to brush off her interest in childish things and gets quite embarrassed when it's brought up since, despite her reputation and tomboyish streak, she particularly likes childish things... especially Gekota, which is a franchise specifically aimed at children (and hasn't stopped her from spending ¥10,000 on getting a badge from a random dispenser).
Despite her flaws, she's got a heroic bent and when she knows of some trouble occurring, she tries to help out to the best of her ability, and seems to have trouble with the idea of asking other people for help, though that has been improving... somewhat.
Abilities/Weapons:
Railgun: The third strongest of the seven Level 5 Espers in Academy City, Mikoto's Electromaster gets its own designation and a clue exactly what she does with it. It isn't, however, a straight power upgrade over the lower levels (though there's a considerable amount of that, too) as her fine control is also hugely superior to lower levels. She can manipulate and generate electromagnetic fields of all descriptions, as well as detect them with the unaided eye. This... has rather a lot of applications:
* Offensively: She can shoot you with electricity, which is the most obvious way anyone capable of manipulating electricity could attack. Though quite capable of replicating a lightning strike on your person, Mikoto dials it back for the obvious reason of not wanting to kill people. Should direct attacks fail for any reason, just piling metal onto you is an option, but she's also been known to produce a functional chainsaw-type weapon out of iron sand.
Then there's the railgun itself: by generating magnetic fields as an actual railgun would, Mikoto can launch projectiles at (at least) Mach 3. Normally, this is a coin from an arcade with a limited range before it disintegrates, but it could be any bit of metal that's around, and thus possibly even faster.[/*]
* Defensively: Again, aside from the obvious 'blast it with electricity', she can deflect anything made of metal, and block much else using the scenery if there's anything in the way of scrap around. Oddly enough, her ability's most useful defensive benefit, given that she can't block anything, is that Mikoto can use it to stick to walls and the ceiling... thus giving her a lot more room to maneuver in.
Or just pull herself out of the way of an oncoming attack, with the downside that it involves slamming into a solid object hard.[/*]
* Utility: The final set of uses? Hacking. If it's an electronic machine, Mikoto CAN hack it if she can get access to it--in the case of databases, this tends to be 'find a terminal or plug something into the network' so she can read it, but when it comes to giving robots or vending machines simple commands the answer is in the form of 'electrocute it in a very specific way'. It also allows her to artificially remove herself from all electrical surveillance.[/*]
The downside with this ability is that if she goes overboard, it tends to cause a blackout in the surrounding area. That, and it's pretty much all she knows how to do in a fight: she might be able to dodge and run, but it's her whole offensive repertoire. Kicking is saved for getting free drinks from a vending machine.
Initially a Level 1, Misaka's potential was noticed as a child, and researchers asked for a copy of her entire genome for 'medical purposes', which she only found out the true purpose of much later. Eventually, Mikoto became a Level 5 and started attending Tokiwadai Middle School, possibly not in that order. She also helped out in a bank robbery, saving the person that would later become her roommate/friend/fangirl/stalker.
The next interesting thing to happen was an entity known as 'Level Upper', purported to increase the level of the Espers using it. This mostly lead to a series of fights with people thinking that their powers were much greater than they in fact were, until the mastermind behind it showed up--and, using the powers of everyone turned comatose through Level Upper, fought Mikoto. They lost, but produced a hideous foetus entity, which also got blown up.
The Level Upper incident wasn't completely over, as the same person proceeded to cause a completely different incident whilst pursuing their stated goal, though Misaka talked them down. Someone else then proceeded to announce they were going to use the children serving as the reason for both incidents for an experiment, and after a series of fights ended up defeated, despite using a mecha at the time.
It was shortly after this that Mikoto kept being told that people thought they'd seen her in places she hadn't remembered being--attributed to clones, though she didn't believe this at first, even breaking into a lab to check and finding that the (original) project was cancelled. Meeting Misaka-9982 did, however, convince her that her DNA had in fact been used for cloning. After watching Accelerator kill that Sister, she attacked him... to absolutely no avail whatsoever.
She then proceeded to spend several days single-handedly trying to destroy all of the lab facilities, after causing a vast number to explode via hacking, and got pretty close to pulling off destroying everything that she knew about, before the data and equipment was more widely disseminated.
Somehow she got it into her head that having Accelerator kill her would spare the rest of the clones. Trying to blow up Touma to let her actually go do this didn't really work, so he went off and punched Accelerator in the face, which did seem to work.
This got followed by, of all things, being with her friends when they find a random child, who turns out to be involved in yet another experiment. In the process of saving said child from death by built-in poison, she let herself get paralysed temporarily, and this circuitously lead to destroying a missile falling from orbit.
Her involvement in the Tree Diagram Remnant arc can be summed up as 'one of the people that stopped Kuroko being buried in a collapsing building'.
Faction: None</s>
<|message|>Kiba, formerly known as Hiroto Kanzaki
Before he could regret his chosen method of attack, Kiba suddenly found his enemy's blade descending towards him. He raises his blade of energy and attempts to parry it by striking the flat of her sword with a horizontal sideways slash.</s>
<|message|>Suwako Moriya
Suwako
Suwako sighed and shook her head as she rapidly switched out her current spellcard for another, maintaining her current barrage of bullets until the absolute millisecond where she switched.
"Frog Hunt 'The Snake Eats the Croaking Frog'!"
The ball of sword petals collapsed for a moment, but never managed to reach Suwako; instead, a giant barrage of explosions bombarded the inside of the attack, causing gaping holes to form everywhere in that formation. Taking the opportunity at hand, Suwako flew out of her adversary's technique and towards his wall of metal fragments as she flicked out another spellcard.
"Clap 'Daidarabotchi's Worship'!"
The ground immediately began to shake before a series of giant stone hands formed on the outskirts of the battle, clapping shut and trapping whatever fragments they could in between them. These hands would then proceed to sink into the ground, only to be layered over by another set of hands. As a pair of stone hands took down most of her opponent's shield, Suwako pulled her fist back and began to layer it with iron.
"Don't screw with me!" she shouted as she launched her fist at the samurai's face.
Kakine
Kakine looked at the two as they slipped in before forming another beetle to monitor the entrance they were taking in and planting it just out of plain sight. Though he didn't prefer to use his abilities for such mundane tasks, doing this was better than getting arrested in a world they knew nothing about for mass destruction. For all he knew, they still carried the death penalty here... Which, to be fair, could be mitigated with his body, but he couldn't say the same about the other two.
His goal was to protect 10032, though, and that he would. Without hesitation, Kakine slid down the ladder and landed at the bottom, there the other two girls were waiting.
"Should I leave analysis to you, 10032?" he asked, looking around carefully as his beetles flew about outside.</s>
<|message|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment
Jericus "Ing" Ignace Client World 576143290-B
Seeing the samurai had deflecting the grenade he thrown caused him to cures silently. 'Come on Ignace think,' the guardsman took out his combat knife and mounted it on to his bayonet. Switching his lasgun to full auto he brought it up to his shoulder, "Bringer of death, speak your name. For you are my life, and the foe's death," he recited Litany of the lasgun. Putting the samurai into his sight and started to fire at Senbonzakura. "Come at me you heretic scum!" he shouted as he fired at Senbonzakura.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Nono, Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
Nono had definitely not lost track of time, at least on a subconscious level, but for the moment she was content as she was. It wasn't as if there would be major repercussions from their being a bit late anyway, and this was more important in the grand scheme of things. Onee-sama mattered more than any mere meeting could ever.
It was once more amusing to behold Saber giving herself such intense consideration, as if she couldn't believe what she was being told. Certainly she had received such compliments before, yes? Like, from that Rin person she kept mentioning, or someone else in her life. There was no way that Nono was the only one who thought that way, though a part of her wouldn't have minded if she was.
"Yeah," she answered with a happy nod. At this point it didn't seem like she'd be able to convince Onee-sama, but if she said it enough times then eventually it might sink in. "And besides, you're really good with a sword while I just kinda break things in half on accident. That has to count for something." A nervous chuckle accompanied that, though it was the truth. Aside from improbably splitting things, she wasn't very good at close range combat, as the battle with Katana Lady could attest to.
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Misaka 10,032, Client World Macross
Misaka glanced back as she was joined by her two companions, one eager and the other more cautious as they entered the corridor that led deeper into the ship. They had escaped notice, and an application of her goggles would show the flow of energy moving further inside, which would have provided a path for them to follow if there had been more than one way to go. As it stood though, they had little choice in the matter.
"'That would be wise," Misaka replies with a thoughtful expression," Misaka said in her standard monotone to the question. It would be the most efficient way, though certainly Kakine's input would be welcome. But for the moment, there wasn't much to observe anyway.
Without another word she turned and began walking, leading them down the corridor that they had found themselves in. It was wide enough for two to walk abreast if they squeezed a bit, but for now Misaka led the way. There were few branches, and it was a relatively straight shot to another door. Along the way, it was easy to see the metal paneling, wires, and the lights that allowed them to get by.
Beyond the first door they encountered, a short distance from the entrance, was a larger room. There were lockers, as well as several space suits to go with them, of a relatively streamline design. "'This appears to be a room to prepare for extravehicular activities,' Misaka notes as she examines the devices present," Misaka told them as she got a good look at everything important for the Sister Network to go over later. Certainly it would make sense with this being a vessel designed to go into space. And with this, there would be a lot more beyond, she was sure of it.
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Cinder Fall, Shadow Eternity HQ
Cinder took the projector as she looked at the object displayed, whilst the Leader described what it was. On the surface it didn't seem too amazing, just a simple chair, but it also seemed to have some sort of capability to link in with the person sitting in it, if she didn't miss her guess. On the plus side, it made it easier to know that the UMMA didn't place much value in it. Assaulting a hospital was much easier than assaulting a military base.
"I see," she replied with a nod, putting the projector away. The only problem would be moving the thing, and she could most likely manage that somehow. There were a few items she had in her arsenal that might assist there.
A shrug then as she took a step back. "Well, unless there's anything else you'd like to tell me, I suppose I shuld get going,</s>
| <|message|>Misaka Mikoto
Misaka Mikoto - Client World 576143290-B
It wasn't a good day for Tokiwadai's Ace, by any stretch of the imagination. Through some unknown means, she'd found herself moved to a desert that obviously couldn't be anywhere near Academy City, and there was hardly a plausible reason for it. The only teleporters she'd ever encountered had far too limited a range to pull off something like this. That, and the only one likely to be anywhere near her person could at least be trusted to not leave her in the middle of a desert, even if 'respect my privacy' was a demand never likely to be heeded.
At least this desert wasn't completely trackless. There were buildings in the distance, even if it was quite a journey through hot scenery that did nothing more to better her mood. Their being completely ruined made things even worse, as well as the ashy pits.
The sounds of fighting were unmistakeable, leading the schoolgirl to walk on what appeared to be... a few girls and a soldier fighting what seemed to be two expressionless suits of armour. Snap judgements are rarely the best ones, and Misaka was far from at her mental best, and the schoolgirl opted for what her experience had taught her: expressionless suits of armour tended to mean robots and people operating on the wrong side of the law, especially as one of them was fighting a child.
This probably explained why the bolts of electricity leaping for Kiba and Senbonzakura were more powerful than was necessary to incapacitate a person.</s> |
<|description|>Misaka Mikoto
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: To Aru Majutsu no Index/To Aru Kagaku no Railgun
Personality: Though often considered, because of her background and upbringing, to be someone of class and refinement, Mikoto honestly... isn't. Though she's generally quite a friendly and relaxed person, she's quite often childish and short-tempered. To make matters worse, she's quite prideful... which probably goes a long way towards explaining why she always tries to brush off her interest in childish things and gets quite embarrassed when it's brought up since, despite her reputation and tomboyish streak, she particularly likes childish things... especially Gekota, which is a franchise specifically aimed at children (and hasn't stopped her from spending ¥10,000 on getting a badge from a random dispenser).
Despite her flaws, she's got a heroic bent and when she knows of some trouble occurring, she tries to help out to the best of her ability, and seems to have trouble with the idea of asking other people for help, though that has been improving... somewhat.
Abilities/Weapons:
Railgun: The third strongest of the seven Level 5 Espers in Academy City, Mikoto's Electromaster gets its own designation and a clue exactly what she does with it. It isn't, however, a straight power upgrade over the lower levels (though there's a considerable amount of that, too) as her fine control is also hugely superior to lower levels. She can manipulate and generate electromagnetic fields of all descriptions, as well as detect them with the unaided eye. This... has rather a lot of applications:
* Offensively: She can shoot you with electricity, which is the most obvious way anyone capable of manipulating electricity could attack. Though quite capable of replicating a lightning strike on your person, Mikoto dials it back for the obvious reason of not wanting to kill people. Should direct attacks fail for any reason, just piling metal onto you is an option, but she's also been known to produce a functional chainsaw-type weapon out of iron sand.
Then there's the railgun itself: by generating magnetic fields as an actual railgun would, Mikoto can launch projectiles at (at least) Mach 3. Normally, this is a coin from an arcade with a limited range before it disintegrates, but it could be any bit of metal that's around, and thus possibly even faster.[/*]
* Defensively: Again, aside from the obvious 'blast it with electricity', she can deflect anything made of metal, and block much else using the scenery if there's anything in the way of scrap around. Oddly enough, her ability's most useful defensive benefit, given that she can't block anything, is that Mikoto can use it to stick to walls and the ceiling... thus giving her a lot more room to maneuver in.
Or just pull herself out of the way of an oncoming attack, with the downside that it involves slamming into a solid object hard.[/*]
* Utility: The final set of uses? Hacking. If it's an electronic machine, Mikoto CAN hack it if she can get access to it--in the case of databases, this tends to be 'find a terminal or plug something into the network' so she can read it, but when it comes to giving robots or vending machines simple commands the answer is in the form of 'electrocute it in a very specific way'. It also allows her to artificially remove herself from all electrical surveillance.[/*]
The downside with this ability is that if she goes overboard, it tends to cause a blackout in the surrounding area. That, and it's pretty much all she knows how to do in a fight: she might be able to dodge and run, but it's her whole offensive repertoire. Kicking is saved for getting free drinks from a vending machine.
Initially a Level 1, Misaka's potential was noticed as a child, and researchers asked for a copy of her entire genome for 'medical purposes', which she only found out the true purpose of much later. Eventually, Mikoto became a Level 5 and started attending Tokiwadai Middle School, possibly not in that order. She also helped out in a bank robbery, saving the person that would later become her roommate/friend/fangirl/stalker.
The next interesting thing to happen was an entity known as 'Level Upper', purported to increase the level of the Espers using it. This mostly lead to a series of fights with people thinking that their powers were much greater than they in fact were, until the mastermind behind it showed up--and, using the powers of everyone turned comatose through Level Upper, fought Mikoto. They lost, but produced a hideous foetus entity, which also got blown up.
The Level Upper incident wasn't completely over, as the same person proceeded to cause a completely different incident whilst pursuing their stated goal, though Misaka talked them down. Someone else then proceeded to announce they were going to use the children serving as the reason for both incidents for an experiment, and after a series of fights ended up defeated, despite using a mecha at the time.
It was shortly after this that Mikoto kept being told that people thought they'd seen her in places she hadn't remembered being--attributed to clones, though she didn't believe this at first, even breaking into a lab to check and finding that the (original) project was cancelled. Meeting Misaka-9982 did, however, convince her that her DNA had in fact been used for cloning. After watching Accelerator kill that Sister, she attacked him... to absolutely no avail whatsoever.
She then proceeded to spend several days single-handedly trying to destroy all of the lab facilities, after causing a vast number to explode via hacking, and got pretty close to pulling off destroying everything that she knew about, before the data and equipment was more widely disseminated.
Somehow she got it into her head that having Accelerator kill her would spare the rest of the clones. Trying to blow up Touma to let her actually go do this didn't really work, so he went off and punched Accelerator in the face, which did seem to work.
This got followed by, of all things, being with her friends when they find a random child, who turns out to be involved in yet another experiment. In the process of saving said child from death by built-in poison, she let herself get paralysed temporarily, and this circuitously lead to destroying a missile falling from orbit.
Her involvement in the Tree Diagram Remnant arc can be summed up as 'one of the people that stopped Kuroko being buried in a collapsing building'.
Faction: None</s>
<|message|>Guts
Guts eyed the new woman, some kind of magician, no doubt. The black swordsman holstered his repeater bow, and shouldered his massive blade, maintaining his distance.
She was talking about stuff he didn't understand. What was a scanner? What was an ummer?
More noteworthy was the way she could control flames. It didn't come from some device, so it had to have been magic- strong magic. Even Schierke couldn't conjure flames like that. The lazy attitude about meddling with supernatural forces was also a bad sign.
Guts grit his teeth, and stared down the redhead.
"The hell's your problem, kid? Fire's for sieges, not anti-infantry." he scolded the rookie.
"Now you've got a buncha undead running around on fire. As if they weren't already enough of a pain to deal with."</s>
<|message|>Kiba, formerly known as Hiroto Kanzaki
As Kiba was trying to parry his enemy's attack, he notices too late the bolts of lightning heading straight for him. He jolts away from his opponent in an attempt to dodge, but it was useless. The lightning struck him, resulting in a howl of pain and frustration, but mostly the latter. Faint traces of electricity crackled from his body, and smoke emanated from him. He turns towards the source of the lightning attack and in a fit of anger, he unleashed a blast of dark red energy from his left palm headed straight for the surprise attacker.</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil
Saber finally raised her head to look away from herself. Yes, she was certainly skilled in combat, there was no denying that... And... Rin had said she was pretty, and Nono as well... was it the truth? It was not easy for Saber to accept it even if she had been told it before. However, there was food to eat, plenty of food that she could not ignore. Just as Saber prepared to dig in, her communicator loudly blipped several times. Looking from her food, to her communicator, then back again, the King of Knights hesitated for several moments before finally reaching down and producing the device.
On the screen it projected a simple message.
'Briefing commences in exactly 10 minutes and 34 seconds.'
"... I..."
Saber looked from her food and back. She had gotten entirely distracted from the briefing after the conflict and heading to the restaurant. Indeed, everyone sporting such a communicator in the restaurant would receive the same message.
Kirisame Marisa, Client World 12262009-A(Macross)
As Marisa followed, she wondered at their surroundings. Certainly, she had never previously seen anything like this in person, Gensokyo was rather lacking in such high technology on a large scale with a few exceptions. She had seen some things somewhat similar to this in the manga she nabbed from Kourin, but it was really pretty different from seeing it up close like this. Naturally, Marisa's eyes were on anything she could potentially steal. Small objects, stuff she could fit under her hat. Sure, she had the whole storage thing with her hat but this kind of thing still needed something small...
"Wow... this is awesome!" Marisa looked around with a wide grin as she investigated the suits. She did kind of want to go ahead and steal one, but there was too many ways that could go wrong right now. Instead, she kept her eyes out for anything smaller she could potentially manage to hide away under her hat or in her clothing. "I'm glad I met you, I might've missed this kinda thing if I didn't..."
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Black Rock Shooter lept back when her attack was deflected... and paused for a moment when lightning seemed to spring from no-where and strike her foe. Her clue eyes swiftly tracked the location that the electricity seemed to originate from... and found a girl, in some kind of school uniform. That was an unexpected sight in a desert, but there had already been many other unexpected sights. As her opponent ran towards the newcomer, the otherself sprang into action!
Pouring speed on to outrun the blast from her enemy, she spun herself in front of it and lashed out with her katana. The black steel clashed with the burst of energy, and there was a crackling sound as she forced the edge through it, tremors running up the girl's arm as she did. With an ear-splitting crack, Black Rock Shooter split the energy blast and sent it dissipating into harmless particles. Lowering her right hand, her left snapped up as blue light gathered to form Rock Cannon.
"You are my opponent."
The moment Rock Cannon appeared in full, the immense black barrel gleaming in the desert sun, blue energy gathered in the end and erupted out in a burst of light!
The little girl peered up over her hiding spot. Someone else had shown up? And they were helping to fight the bad guys...?
The Leader, Shadow Eternity Headquarters
"Transport is located in the lower levels," replied the Leader, calmly, turning to face the cylinder that housed Dead Master and her consoles. She had issued her orders, and that was all that she had left to do. "I do not care how you obtain the Seat, as long as you do."
And with that, her focus left Cinder entirely. She was completely focused on monitoring her consoles. Certainly, whatever she was looking at there must have been important.
???, the School
"Well, I was going to turn up the heat until there wasn't anything left, but..." the woman sighed deeply, fishing a metallic device with several dials and antenna on it from one pocket as she did. It was now releasing several blipping sounds in rapid succession as she held it up. The woman narrowed her eyes in irritation. "That's technology for you. No substitute for magic. Why didn't it say you were here until now? Piece of shit."
She sighed. "I didn't want to light you on fire, if that's what you wanna know. Guess I'll have to deal with them more carefully... Anyway, you want outta here, right?"
The woman raised an eyebrow at Guts.</s>
| <|message|>Misaka Mikoto
Misaka Mikoto - Client World 576143290-B
Surprised by the lack of damage from her electricity, the schoolgirl would have been a sitting duck without Black Rock Shooter's intervention shocking her back into awareness. Including that the feudal samurai appeared to be controlling the cloud of metal shards that were aimed right at an apparently defenceless child, even one that had tried for an impressive punch scant seconds before.
Though not fast enough to interpose herself between the gleaming pink tide and Suwako, Tokiwadai's Ace was certainly more than capable of closing most of the gap and doing her best to prevent any damage. The only visual clue was an arc of electricity, before the forces around the uncountable blades of Senbonzakura abruptly shifted. There was no fine control like the Zanpakuto spirit could wield over the teeming masses given the time to act and the sheer number, but there was an immense magnetic field pushing all the blades that came rushing towards Suwako in one direction:
Right back at Senbonzakura himself.</s> |
<|description|>Geo Stelar
Age: 11
Gender: Male
As Geo Stelar:
As Mega Man:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force
Personality: Geo is a polite, positive, and friendly boy that likes to form bonds wherever he goes. He's optimistic and believes there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, even if he has to forge the way to it himself. His spirit has been crushed a few times before due to losing people important to him, but his resolve is all the more stronger nowadays because of it. He'll fight for what's right and throw himself in harm's way if it means keeping other's safe. He'll even offer his help out to strangers who are having troubles. He doesn't do it for attention, however, since being very popular actually flusters him, he does it because honestly just wants to help. For all his sense of justice, he's not adverse to friendly sparring, and finds some enjoyment in being competitive in that regard.
Abilities/Weapons:
* Hunter-VG: Basically Geo's super future phone. He attaches it to his arm to perform…
* EM Wave Change: Allows him to fuse with Omega-Xis, provided he spouts the line, "Transcode, Mega Man."
* Visualizer: His funny pair of glasses. Lets him see EM waves and beings in exchange for being able to see anyone made of flesh and blood (he can still see their shadows, though). As Mega Man, it lets him lock onto targets and focus better on them.
* Mega Attack: As Mega Man, Geo can rush into locked on targets to hit them with a melee attack.
* Mega Arm: That device on his left arm. It can change into and produce a variety of weapons provided Geo has a Battle Card for it.
* Mega Buster: The Mega Man standard energy buster. It's a rapid fire buster, but if left unused for a short amount of time, it automatically charges one strong shot.
* Wave-Toss Device: Mega Man's shoulder pads. It's really a sensor that lets him send and receive EM wave-based information across short distances.
* Shield: As Mega Man, Geo can produce a strong shield that can defend against most attacks.
* Resist Hypnosis: As Mega Man, he's immune to being hypnotized. Geo Stelar, the squishy 11 year old kid is still completely vulnerable to hypnosis, though.
Backstory: Geo grew up a happy kid with two parents. He looked up to his father the most and aspired to be an astronaut like him. When he was 8, however, his father and his team went missing in an expedition to make first contact and peace with aliens. It depressed him greatly and he withdrew entirely for three years until Omega-Xis crashed out of space while he was star-gazing.
Meeting Omega-Xis helped to bring him out of his shell, and their formation as Mega Man also forced Geo into action as a protector of Earth from any threats in their everyday life. Geo undergoes many developments over his time with Omega-Xis, such as recovering from his depressed state and coming to enjoy life again with the friends he's made. Additionally, all the antics he goes through with protecting the Earth make Mega Man something of a pop icon, ultimately culminating in his joining of the global defense force as an official defender of peace.
In recent times, he's stopped a large meteor from crashing into Earth, saving it again for the third time at the expense of his secret identity.
Faction: UMMA
Name: Omega-Xis or "Mega"
Age: Unknown, probably an adult in alien years
Gender: Male
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force
Personality: Brash, loud, and headstrong describe Omega-Xis to a T. If Geo wasn't there to keep him in line, he'd probably be picking fights and getting in everyone's face, in addition to making hasty or rash plans. On the topic of fighting, he's no stickler to hitting below the figurative alien belt and playing dirty. He also doesn't exactly see eye-to-eye with Geo's willingness to help with random strangers, but he goes along with it anyway. On the flipside, larger threats are things that Mega is more than willing to lend his aid to. He's not without a lighter side, however, as likes to mess around with others and play pranks on them and enjoys using detective terms to refer to things.
Abilities/Weapons:
* Wizard: Not in the sense of a ~magic~ wizard, but in the sense that he's a digital helper with a physical form. He can make himself physical and visible to others through Geo's Hunter-VG, or stay put in it to act as a voice in a screen.
* EM Wave Change: Provided he and Geo are in sync with each other, they can transform into the EM wave hero, Mega Man.
* Wave Conversion: Unique to his species, Omega-Xis can convert a human being into EM-waves. He hasn't tried it on nonhumans, and it's unknown if they can return to normal.
* Resist Hypnosis: As an EM Being, Omega-Xis is immune to hypnosis.
* Beast Swing/Slap: Basically just a really hard swing of his claws. But it's a tough swing that will leave a mark!
* Huge Stomach: On multiple occasions, Omega-Xis can be used to swallow up some of the battlefield to close the distance on the enemy. In one specific instance, he swallowed an ancient artifact of immense power whole. (That was later taken out, though.)
Backstory: Omega-Xis is an alien comprised of electromagnetic waves from the planet AM. For most of his life, however, he lived on its neighbor planet FM. Due to a miscommunication of what Geo's father and his team's purpose was for reaching out to alien life, their destruction, along with Earth, was ordered. Omega-Xis opposed this and kept the team from dying by changing them into EM-waves. Following this, he stole the key to FM's planet-destroying weapon and fled to Earth to hide and seek refuge. There he met Geo and convinced him into letting him stay with him by withholding information on his father. From that point, he wrapped Geo up in his conflict with the rest of planet FM, ultimately becoming good friends by the end of it and resolving the entire matter.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Edge of Highmoor Forests, Athas
And so as Chuck sped out from the treacherous landscape that was the Sea of Silt, he found himself racing over an actual body of water. Truly it was mysterious, and not so mysterious considering he had just gotten through past the Sea of Silt. Peering down at the mini-map he realized that he had much more land to traverse. This was supported by a simple glimpse out into the horizon. His vision was stopped by a dense amount of foliage. Made sense considering it actually could be sustained by the actual water near it. But clearly it was not the Ivory Wastes that were talked about earlier.
Chuck gave a small pat to the frame of the hover-bike. "Don't die out on me here. At the least you won't be running through swarms to speed the demise." He muttered out knowing that, at least generally, being stuck in a horrific barren wasteland was always a recipe for disaster. And more to the point, being stuck out here would just be a plain boring situation of doom. Chuck knew that replacing the fuel source for his hover-bike would be a pain in the ass here. And risking it through lengthy travel would be a bad idea.
Luckily for Chuck, the camera-operator seemed to realize that as well. The power armored camera-man hovered towards Chuck, "Oh Chuck! Thank goodness I found you because if I di-" Chuck was quick to respond, "My fuel source would've probably died out here."
"Yeah!" The camera-man responded. "Uuuh good thing we thought about that." Chuck gave a simple nod to the man. "Now as long as your teleporter still has juice..."
Knowing that Chuck left this pause for a reason the camera-operator responded, "Oh yeah. This is a local transport, shouldn't use up too much. Should have plenty for getting to the other segments and studios." Chuck took in the news and felt a touch relieved. "Toss it up would ya, Dave?" Chuck said, while name dropping the name of the cameraman.
Dave did just that as he tossed down the small orb device towards the ground. It flickered a bright blue light from a central piece on the top. Emerging from the orb was the spherical burst of energy which encapsulated Chuck and Dave.
As long as Dave set the right coordinates, everything would go as planned and the pair would be whisked away to the Ivory Wastes.
Chuck Greene - Ivory Wastes, Athas
Most fortunately for Chuck, Dave did in fact set the right coordinates. The orb appeared between the two, and Dave collected it and began examining it. "Hey Chuck, why don't you do a test-run and I'll set us back to go to, I think you got just a little time before a segment? I'll program this to the Studio."
Chuck simply took the dialogue in wordlessly. His thoughts were being devoted to the examination of the landscape. It certainly was different compared to the vast terrain of sand that he was dealing with before. It was far more jagged.
"Not bad." Chuck remarked noticing that this environment would be far more suitable for motocross racing, due to its inherent obstacles in the very landscape itself. And with that he unleashed the speed of his hover-bike once more.</s>
<|message|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
Castlevania
"Man, flying's always impressive," Kelly said, waving her hand under Raditz. "Yeah, you're good, handsome. But uh... that doesn't smell like pudd-"
Kelly retched a little.
"Oh god. Oh god I can smell rancid milk and rotting meat. J...just come on please."
As the two flew over the horde of shuffling zombies, Kelly's cheeks puffed up further and further. Thankfully, the smell of chlorinated water greeted them as they entered a large room... with the walls painted in a tropical vista as skeletons lazed about in a pool down below. On a marble surface, before a statue of the Virgin Mary (who neither the alien or criminal from a universe where god is a horse dragon thing recognized), a Skeleton had set up a fancy bar and was shaking up drinks. Around the statue, shelves held fine vintage alcohol and old-fashioned iceboxes. A red skeleton sat on a large rock, a bit of white gunk over its nose signifying it as a life guard.
"Urgh... looks like they set up some kinda pool... I'm... I'm gonna get something to settle my stomach."
She tried to sneak around, but a skeleton looked her dead in the eye... and went back to trying to swim. It seemed the skeletons weren't going to start anything just yet. Kelly made her way down to the bar as the skeleton bartender began shaking up something.</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Castlevania
See, Raditz the Saiyan was a man with priorities. Ambitious priorities. And now, his true ambition lied beyond gaining power, beyond usurping Frieza, beyond the defeat of the God of Destruction Beerus. No, this was truly the most ambitious goal of all.
To obtain the legendary pudding.
"Woman!" Raditz called out, still floating amidst the bones that floated in the water that smelled of chemicals. He made zero effort for stealth. "Where are these creatures! I need to slay them immediately!"</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Seiga's Retreat, Unknown
"Mm. Not this one, either.", Seiga mumbled as she tossed a gold ring off onto the rejection pile. Next, she held up a wide, flat brush, of the sort one would use to apply varnish. The hairs were stained black from apparent use, and the bristles had an oddly silky quality about them for such a stiff brush. She swished it experimentally, feeling a twinge of power. Wonderful! Looks like the Teigus hadn't been a total loss after all. It was instinctive, calling upon a basic resonance in her being that wasn't entirely unlike using her chisel. She tapped it slowly with her finger, and the brush began so seep a dull black ink, almost like the sort used in calligraphy. She flicked her wrist, and the brush left a thick, solid line hanging in midair. She touched the line carefully, confirming that it was indeed a solid barrier formed of the brush's paintlike substance. Perfect. Now to dispose of the other ones that hadn't worked- after all, if they weren't of any use to herself, why keep them around?
"Yoshika, dear."
"Huh? Who's there?"
"Could you come here for a moment?"
"Okaaaaay~"
"...Yoshika?"
"Huh? Who's there?"
Seiga pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I'll just bring them over."
A short while later, Yoshika was happily munching away at the magical WMDs, finishing up the book.
"Nyuh-Nyuh"
"Don't speak with your mouth full, dear."
Yoshika swallowed.
"Nyan-Nyan, can I keep this one?", she held up the breastplate with a small gem what looked like a topaz.
"...Certainly, yes. Let me strap it on for you.", Seiga replied.
"Thanks, Nyan-Nyan! You're the best!", Yoshika said cheerfully as her master tightened the breastplate's straps. Had she attuned to it? Could teigus be given to the dead? Was that something that could be done? Seiga pondered these things as she helped the zombie don her new armor.
"After you finish with these, do your exercises, okay?"
"Roger!", Yoshika struggled to give a salute, but the best she could manage was some uncomfortable-sounding popping noises and pivoting her arm about twenty degrees upwards.
As Yoshika did her afternoon calisthenics, Seiga turned towards a different task. The paintbrush, though a nice trinket, would not be enough to defeat Suiki. Seiga needed something with a little more kick to it, something that let her take the offensive. She lit incense, cast bones, and read tea leaves, amassing information bit by bit until she had found her next location.
"Yoshika?"
"Uh huh?"
"I think we'll be paying somebody else a visit. How do you feel about alchemy?"
"Is it a food?"
Seiga chuckled, "It may very well be, my pet."</s>
| <|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
Geo just stayed put and listened to what was going on. It made sense that a couple of their teammates had their positions worked out now, but it only made him more curious as to what Saber had in mind for him and Omega-Xis. He turned to see Saber out and caught Gintoki on his way back in. "Oh, hey, you're back," he greeted him.
"Oh! Hey! You're back!" Omega-Xis gruffly greeted to Gintoki as well, "'bout time you got back here. Something weird you out just as much outside as it did inside?"</s> |
<|description|>Geo Stelar
Age: 11
Gender: Male
As Geo Stelar:
As Mega Man:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force
Personality: Geo is a polite, positive, and friendly boy that likes to form bonds wherever he goes. He's optimistic and believes there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, even if he has to forge the way to it himself. His spirit has been crushed a few times before due to losing people important to him, but his resolve is all the more stronger nowadays because of it. He'll fight for what's right and throw himself in harm's way if it means keeping other's safe. He'll even offer his help out to strangers who are having troubles. He doesn't do it for attention, however, since being very popular actually flusters him, he does it because honestly just wants to help. For all his sense of justice, he's not adverse to friendly sparring, and finds some enjoyment in being competitive in that regard.
Abilities/Weapons:
* Hunter-VG: Basically Geo's super future phone. He attaches it to his arm to perform…
* EM Wave Change: Allows him to fuse with Omega-Xis, provided he spouts the line, "Transcode, Mega Man."
* Visualizer: His funny pair of glasses. Lets him see EM waves and beings in exchange for being able to see anyone made of flesh and blood (he can still see their shadows, though). As Mega Man, it lets him lock onto targets and focus better on them.
* Mega Attack: As Mega Man, Geo can rush into locked on targets to hit them with a melee attack.
* Mega Arm: That device on his left arm. It can change into and produce a variety of weapons provided Geo has a Battle Card for it.
* Mega Buster: The Mega Man standard energy buster. It's a rapid fire buster, but if left unused for a short amount of time, it automatically charges one strong shot.
* Wave-Toss Device: Mega Man's shoulder pads. It's really a sensor that lets him send and receive EM wave-based information across short distances.
* Shield: As Mega Man, Geo can produce a strong shield that can defend against most attacks.
* Resist Hypnosis: As Mega Man, he's immune to being hypnotized. Geo Stelar, the squishy 11 year old kid is still completely vulnerable to hypnosis, though.
Backstory: Geo grew up a happy kid with two parents. He looked up to his father the most and aspired to be an astronaut like him. When he was 8, however, his father and his team went missing in an expedition to make first contact and peace with aliens. It depressed him greatly and he withdrew entirely for three years until Omega-Xis crashed out of space while he was star-gazing.
Meeting Omega-Xis helped to bring him out of his shell, and their formation as Mega Man also forced Geo into action as a protector of Earth from any threats in their everyday life. Geo undergoes many developments over his time with Omega-Xis, such as recovering from his depressed state and coming to enjoy life again with the friends he's made. Additionally, all the antics he goes through with protecting the Earth make Mega Man something of a pop icon, ultimately culminating in his joining of the global defense force as an official defender of peace.
In recent times, he's stopped a large meteor from crashing into Earth, saving it again for the third time at the expense of his secret identity.
Faction: UMMA
Name: Omega-Xis or "Mega"
Age: Unknown, probably an adult in alien years
Gender: Male
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force
Personality: Brash, loud, and headstrong describe Omega-Xis to a T. If Geo wasn't there to keep him in line, he'd probably be picking fights and getting in everyone's face, in addition to making hasty or rash plans. On the topic of fighting, he's no stickler to hitting below the figurative alien belt and playing dirty. He also doesn't exactly see eye-to-eye with Geo's willingness to help with random strangers, but he goes along with it anyway. On the flipside, larger threats are things that Mega is more than willing to lend his aid to. He's not without a lighter side, however, as likes to mess around with others and play pranks on them and enjoys using detective terms to refer to things.
Abilities/Weapons:
* Wizard: Not in the sense of a ~magic~ wizard, but in the sense that he's a digital helper with a physical form. He can make himself physical and visible to others through Geo's Hunter-VG, or stay put in it to act as a voice in a screen.
* EM Wave Change: Provided he and Geo are in sync with each other, they can transform into the EM wave hero, Mega Man.
* Wave Conversion: Unique to his species, Omega-Xis can convert a human being into EM-waves. He hasn't tried it on nonhumans, and it's unknown if they can return to normal.
* Resist Hypnosis: As an EM Being, Omega-Xis is immune to hypnosis.
* Beast Swing/Slap: Basically just a really hard swing of his claws. But it's a tough swing that will leave a mark!
* Huge Stomach: On multiple occasions, Omega-Xis can be used to swallow up some of the battlefield to close the distance on the enemy. In one specific instance, he swallowed an ancient artifact of immense power whole. (That was later taken out, though.)
Backstory: Omega-Xis is an alien comprised of electromagnetic waves from the planet AM. For most of his life, however, he lived on its neighbor planet FM. Due to a miscommunication of what Geo's father and his team's purpose was for reaching out to alien life, their destruction, along with Earth, was ordered. Omega-Xis opposed this and kept the team from dying by changing them into EM-waves. Following this, he stole the key to FM's planet-destroying weapon and fled to Earth to hide and seek refuge. There he met Geo and convinced him into letting him stay with him by withholding information on his father. From that point, he wrapped Geo up in his conflict with the rest of planet FM, ultimately becoming good friends by the end of it and resolving the entire matter.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Cinder Fall
Nono, Castle Tepes
Nono continued to listen calmly as Saber went through the defensive plans for the castle, addressing each member of the group and telling them where to go and what they could do to defend this place. They'd be a spread a bit thin if there was a large attack, but they were all strong enough that they could handle it. At least, she was fairly certain of that, since she couldn't judge what the Shadow Eternity might throw at them next.
"Of course Onee-sama," she said with a nod and a smile. "You can count on me." And that was said with all the determination that it deserved, since she expected as much. She would do what she could to protect this place and fight off any attackers, and she would not let Saber down. Any attackers would have another thing coming, that much was for sure.
That said she returned to waiting for Saber to finish so they could move on with their preparations. They had the time, and once it was set up then they would be able to deal with whatever might be coming. So she was confident in her chances.
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Misaka 10032, Academy City
With Marisa back in custody the situation was rapidly resolved, Touma's involvement no longer needed or required. It certainly could have turned out worse, and this time there had been no significant property damage either. That immediately put it above several other incidents in Academy City's recent history, though the new arrivals wouldn't know about that to be sure.
She nodded back to Kakine before giving her attention to the unfortunate boy in front of her. "Until next time," she said as a goodbye before heading off after the others, alert for any more breakout attempts and keeping the Sisters in reserve as they headed for the Windowless Building to meet with Aleister.
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Ilyasviel von Einzbern, Foecrusher
Okay, so maybe the argument wouldn't be over that fast. Well, there were some good points presented as well, and she certainly hadn't given it much thought before. So now Ilyasviel found herself sitting up to keep better track of the situation, before it turned into a fight or something. She wasn't going to caught unawares.
So she added her piece to this business. "Well, when it comes to magical defenses we've got me and Mr. Crazy over there to take care of it," she said, gesturing over to Rasputin. The guy was a creep, but he might be useful in this case. There was only one way to find out really, and she wasn't hinging all her hopes on that at the end of the day.
With that said, she turned to the other matter, that of breaking through the defenses. "I don't suppose anyone knows how the previous attacks went off," she asked, looking around. "That could help us figure out what they're expecting from us." That was all she was willing to say for now, while the three of them argued it out.
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Cinder Fall, Museum World
Cinder sighed as she walked along, ignoring the crackling flames around her as the fire department finally got around to putting out the museum fire that she had started. Well, that had taken long enough. Someone wasn't doing a very good job here, were they?
At the same time, she listened to the ongoing conversation while noting the vial of black Dust that Blake had taken. Well, here was hoping that she could handle it. Or rather, couldn't. It was dangerous and powerful, and who knew what might happen before it could be safely disposed of?
"I wish it was as easy for me to get competent help," she said before coughing, a slight shudder running through her form in the process before she straightened up as if nothing had been wrong. But she knew that wasn't the case. It was very unfortunate, but there was nothing to do about it, not now. She would not play the rest of her hand just yet.</s>
<|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Da Foekrusha
"I'z figgr'd you'z humies were used to sluggin' it out, like da gitz back 'ome. But, If'n ya don't wants ta jus hit da frunt, go ahead 'n' split up, just keep em dis'strak'd." So long as they weren't in the way when the Kommando reached the Eye, the finer details were hardly an issue.
Now, as for the armoured humie's complaints. "Ya know, if'n ya wants to bust a gate open or krakk a wall, I'z k'n fink uv a betta way to do it." Reaching into his backpack, the Ork withdrew an odd-looking red cylinder: a Melta Bomb.
"See dis? It'z wunna da few fings da humies back 'ome made dat's wurth nickin'. I'z can't show ya 'ere, but it'z proppa killy, 'n' it can melt just abowt anyfing, frum plasteel beems to wunna dem humie 'Bayneblaydes.' Plant a few a dese at da wallz, 'n' dey'll fall proppa fast."
"As fer da gate, I'z got sumfing spesshul fer dat." Delving into the pack once again, Arragoz withdrew an ungodly contraption which resembled a number of Orkoid hand grenades wired together and slaved to a single pin.
"Say 'ello to da Super Stikkbomb. Krumps humie trukks 'n' tanks just fine, 'n' I don't fink sum fancy door iz gunna be much 'arder dan that. Since I'z gonna be sneakin' in," The Greenskin paused mid-sentence, and proceeded to toss it to the armoured humie. "You'z gets ta use it. While I know you'z humies ain't very kunnin', it shuldn't be 'ard fer ya to figger out. Just pull da pin, 'n' throw da uvver part."
When the armoured humie decided to threaten Arragoz, he simply sneered, and responded in kind.
"Dat'z a proppa good joke, humie. You'z gotz any more?"</s>
| <|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
"Yes, ma'am. That sounds suitable to me." The young boy stood at attention and saluted to Saber. He figured that little extra flair would help him sound a bit more serious. A serious defense operation like this required a serious defense operative, after all. But, seriously, he had no problems with guarding out the interior of the castle. He wasn't some top grade martial artist or samurai, just a kid with a gun. And plenty of weapons to change that gun into. Running people down in a castle was fine for him. As for being paired with Gintoki...
Honestly, Gintoki didn't seem particularly reliable here if he was willing to ditch the whole mission, but he knows that the guy can pack a mean punch in that wooden sword of his. ...How exactly he can do that is still a mystery to him, but it's for that reason that he's willing to go ahead with it.
Omega-Xis had just as many qualms with this set-up as Geo. Which is to say, barely any. He knows they don't have giant huge missiles or laser beams or anything (at least not without the meteor server, but that's long gone) to pick off enemies from the outside, but he could hold the inside well if they aren't getting flooded. He was just as skeptical about being paired with Gintoki, however, but he figured he could just pick up the silver perm's slack if he fell behind. He could feel it in his... wave... parts. The part of the wave that gives him intuition. The... Bah, what he's getting at here is, "So long as we get to go buck wild on folks, I think it's fine too!"</s> |
<|description|>Geo Stelar
Age: 11
Gender: Male
As Geo Stelar:
As Mega Man:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force
Personality: Geo is a polite, positive, and friendly boy that likes to form bonds wherever he goes. He's optimistic and believes there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, even if he has to forge the way to it himself. His spirit has been crushed a few times before due to losing people important to him, but his resolve is all the more stronger nowadays because of it. He'll fight for what's right and throw himself in harm's way if it means keeping other's safe. He'll even offer his help out to strangers who are having troubles. He doesn't do it for attention, however, since being very popular actually flusters him, he does it because honestly just wants to help. For all his sense of justice, he's not adverse to friendly sparring, and finds some enjoyment in being competitive in that regard.
Abilities/Weapons:
* Hunter-VG: Basically Geo's super future phone. He attaches it to his arm to perform…
* EM Wave Change: Allows him to fuse with Omega-Xis, provided he spouts the line, "Transcode, Mega Man."
* Visualizer: His funny pair of glasses. Lets him see EM waves and beings in exchange for being able to see anyone made of flesh and blood (he can still see their shadows, though). As Mega Man, it lets him lock onto targets and focus better on them.
* Mega Attack: As Mega Man, Geo can rush into locked on targets to hit them with a melee attack.
* Mega Arm: That device on his left arm. It can change into and produce a variety of weapons provided Geo has a Battle Card for it.
* Mega Buster: The Mega Man standard energy buster. It's a rapid fire buster, but if left unused for a short amount of time, it automatically charges one strong shot.
* Wave-Toss Device: Mega Man's shoulder pads. It's really a sensor that lets him send and receive EM wave-based information across short distances.
* Shield: As Mega Man, Geo can produce a strong shield that can defend against most attacks.
* Resist Hypnosis: As Mega Man, he's immune to being hypnotized. Geo Stelar, the squishy 11 year old kid is still completely vulnerable to hypnosis, though.
Backstory: Geo grew up a happy kid with two parents. He looked up to his father the most and aspired to be an astronaut like him. When he was 8, however, his father and his team went missing in an expedition to make first contact and peace with aliens. It depressed him greatly and he withdrew entirely for three years until Omega-Xis crashed out of space while he was star-gazing.
Meeting Omega-Xis helped to bring him out of his shell, and their formation as Mega Man also forced Geo into action as a protector of Earth from any threats in their everyday life. Geo undergoes many developments over his time with Omega-Xis, such as recovering from his depressed state and coming to enjoy life again with the friends he's made. Additionally, all the antics he goes through with protecting the Earth make Mega Man something of a pop icon, ultimately culminating in his joining of the global defense force as an official defender of peace.
In recent times, he's stopped a large meteor from crashing into Earth, saving it again for the third time at the expense of his secret identity.
Faction: UMMA
Name: Omega-Xis or "Mega"
Age: Unknown, probably an adult in alien years
Gender: Male
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Mega Man Star Force
Personality: Brash, loud, and headstrong describe Omega-Xis to a T. If Geo wasn't there to keep him in line, he'd probably be picking fights and getting in everyone's face, in addition to making hasty or rash plans. On the topic of fighting, he's no stickler to hitting below the figurative alien belt and playing dirty. He also doesn't exactly see eye-to-eye with Geo's willingness to help with random strangers, but he goes along with it anyway. On the flipside, larger threats are things that Mega is more than willing to lend his aid to. He's not without a lighter side, however, as likes to mess around with others and play pranks on them and enjoys using detective terms to refer to things.
Abilities/Weapons:
* Wizard: Not in the sense of a ~magic~ wizard, but in the sense that he's a digital helper with a physical form. He can make himself physical and visible to others through Geo's Hunter-VG, or stay put in it to act as a voice in a screen.
* EM Wave Change: Provided he and Geo are in sync with each other, they can transform into the EM wave hero, Mega Man.
* Wave Conversion: Unique to his species, Omega-Xis can convert a human being into EM-waves. He hasn't tried it on nonhumans, and it's unknown if they can return to normal.
* Resist Hypnosis: As an EM Being, Omega-Xis is immune to hypnosis.
* Beast Swing/Slap: Basically just a really hard swing of his claws. But it's a tough swing that will leave a mark!
* Huge Stomach: On multiple occasions, Omega-Xis can be used to swallow up some of the battlefield to close the distance on the enemy. In one specific instance, he swallowed an ancient artifact of immense power whole. (That was later taken out, though.)
Backstory: Omega-Xis is an alien comprised of electromagnetic waves from the planet AM. For most of his life, however, he lived on its neighbor planet FM. Due to a miscommunication of what Geo's father and his team's purpose was for reaching out to alien life, their destruction, along with Earth, was ordered. Omega-Xis opposed this and kept the team from dying by changing them into EM-waves. Following this, he stole the key to FM's planet-destroying weapon and fled to Earth to hide and seek refuge. There he met Geo and convinced him into letting him stay with him by withholding information on his father. From that point, he wrapped Geo up in his conflict with the rest of planet FM, ultimately becoming good friends by the end of it and resolving the entire matter.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto
Misaka Mikoto--Pensee
Though the travel was disorienting, it wasn't quite the worst thing she'd ever had to experience, and unlike the bikini-wearing girl that went through before her she had a child providing a little bonus stability. The town they'd arrived to looked a lot more familiar than the desert ruins did, but only from similarity to the School Garden Tokiwadai was situated in. Even then, this place was a lot more authentically old, and had none of the technology.
Being here was making the girl happy, though. The girl who, the Railgun now realised, they hadn't asked for her name even after all the fighting was over. "Really? I'm glad. Also... can you tell us your name?"
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Kerri--Foecrusher
The blackguard caught the carelessly tossed explosives, handing them with some care to a grunt that would probaby have a better success rate with the device than a technologically-backwards swordswoman would. That the Ork refused to listen to others was annoying, but the warning had been given. It was simply a matter of making sure that as few soldiers as possible were diverted to his foolish plan of attack.
"I, in these circumstances, advocate a frontal attack due to the nature of our enemy, with minimal splitting of our forces. I can subjugate or daze the dead, and defeating them from there would be a simple task. This also poses no risk to our target."</s>
<|message|>Jericus "Ing" Ignace veteran of the 233rd voltage regiment
Jericus "Ing" Ignace- Pensee
The guardsman looked around at town "Throne damit we are on a medieval world I don't think there a space port on this planet." he said. The guardsman was relived that they made it through the portal safety without a gellar field. He was glade that daemon didn't do any horrible things to them as they crossed. Ignace walked up to one of the villagers "Excuse me citizen can you direct us to the nearest PDF outpost?" he asked to the nearest villager.
Argon Charr Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher
Argon remained quite as his fellow agents augured among them selves over there plan of attack. "I agree with our swordwoman here that our best shot is a frontal attack on the castle." The mandalorian guested to the boxes of explosives behind were he was sitting. "I brought along a box of thermal detonators and it would be a shame if they were not used."</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
Kanji, Museum world
"My name is Kanji and I am from a small town in Japan called Inaba." Kaji glances back and watches the fire. "Man, that is not cool." He turns back to watch Cinder get in the cell and the other members of UMMA members that showed up. Cinders remark as she entered he cell rubbed Kanji the wrong way. "You better shut up before I go over there and deck you! I just met you and I'm already sick of your shit!"</s>
<|message|>Refers to himself as 'Jack'
Jack - Castle Tepes
Jack was in complete agreement with the various plans laid out in defense of the Eye from Shadow Eternity forces. Noticing many were preparing to take their respective places in guarding, Jack stepped over to stand directly in front of the doorway to the eye, facing down the hall. He sat down into a meditative position, with his sword placed within arms reach, and used the the time of waiting to rest, and reflect on recent events. Jack found he was still quite amazed at all there was in the multiverse, and that he still had much to learn about the common sights and interactions within. Jack also contemplated fully siding with the UMMA, seeing it could be of great benefit in both finding the way back to his own time, and having aide in the inevitable battle with Aku when he returns. Despite the importance of the thoughts, Jack eventually found himself drifting into a very light sleep, still ready to spring into action at a moments notice.</s>
<|message|>Aegis
Aegis- Castle Tepes
@blackmist16 @VitaVitaAR
The fox - no, Tails - flew up to Aegis and began rambling a little bit about a gem that apparently he and Shivani were looking for. He listened politely, silently, until the boy brought up the suggestion of taking the gem for himself.
He reasoned that the two of them must only have been together very briefly, for Tails' words surprised Aegis with the lack of affinity and companionship the boy's tone had regarding Shivani. Aegis noticed Shivani move as if she was to turn around like she had heard. He sighed internally - she probably did not trust him or Tails anymore. As she seemed ready to speak, however, a vampiric child suddenly appeared in front of them.
The girl approached them, cautiously but with an air of authority that Aegis knew must have meant she was the ruler of this castle. Pausing for a moment to observe the three of them, the woman then proceeded to address them.
"You seem to be lost, if you're in my castle without my consent," the child vampire began, slowly approaching, "I can hardly imagine what put you here without my awareness."
Tails immediately began to apologize to the girl, and Aegis took the moment to carefully pick his words. He couldn't bring up the circumstances that brought him there. There are not many topics that make a conversation somewhat concerning like "Hey, I just got exiled," does.
Shivani moved forward and began to speak. She also apologized, but then Aegis became extremely interested in what she was saying. Shivani told the vampiric child that there was a gem in the castle, and that men were going after it. The nature and origin of these men, Shivani declined to mention. However, Aegis said nothing as Shivani finished her explanation and prepared himself to speak.
Bowing slightly in a gesture of respect, not rising fully from such position did Aegis begin to introduce himself to the ruler apparent of the castle.
"My sincere apologies, my Lady. What the others speak of is true, I can attest. Though I am most likely the last of us to have arrived in your domain, I can assure you none of us have any ill intentions." He waved his right hand, and his Keyblade instantly disappeared from his left and materialized in his right hand. He held the blade from the edge, for it could not cut its owner, and extended the handle towards the girl. "This is a Keyblade. It can detect the darkness in those around it. Please touch it and it will allow you to feel our natures. We mean you no harm."
The Keyblade had been feeling pleasantly warm since Aegis had encountered the other two. Fortunately for him, it could only detect and transmit from other's hearts and not his own. He walked a path between dawn and dusk, and preferred to only let his actions show his intents.
Whether the girl accepted this token gesture or not, Aegis hoped to be able to explore the castle with the others. Having been sent here, he was convinced that there was some higher purpose for him here. Plus, he remembered that because Shivani had a very refined looking pair of daggers he sensed she had on the ready at all times, and decided he would simply attempt to reassure her of his trustworthiness. The fox seemed extremely friendly, but he hardly wanted to have a friend become an enemy over miscommunication.
Still in his bowing postion, he held the blade out steadily to the girl, raising his head just enough to make eye contact and show a smile of friendliness.</s>
| <|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
Seeing as Gintoki seemed all clear with his orders, Geo walked over to him and gestured to outside the chamber. "Let's, uh, get going then? Scope out some more of the castle?" he asked the older man, "Or we can just wait around until something happens if you want." Geo caught how resigned his tone was to going along with him in the end. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly he personally did to catch his disdain. Maybe it's because he was a kid? Did he make an off comment prior to leaving for the castle? Perhaps he would rather just have his own solitude...
Well, whatever it was, Geo was determined to make as good an impression as he could. If just laying off him in general was the way to go, well, he guessed that's what he was gonna do then.
Omega-Xis didn't seem as keen to lighten up his attitude as Geo and approached Gintoki with his usual amount of gusto. "Looks like you're stuck with us in the end!" he told the man. He wondered how much fun he could have just bugging this guy until some action showed itself.</s> |
<|description|>Shivani
Does she work better?
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: She is large, being a Cathay-raht, and wears steel armor, wields a pair of Dragonbone swords and can sometimes be seen communing with skyrim's native saber cats.
Canon, AU, or OC?: AU
Universe of Origin: Elder Scrolls (Skyrim period)
Personality: Shivani is one of those khajiit that would rather be in heavy armor, swinging strong swords than sneaking. She's hard-headed and easily angered on certain topics.
Abilities/Weapons: All Thu'ums except Bend Will, Frenzy and Dismay, as well as her natural claws and night vision. She wields a pair of Dragonbone swords.
Backstory: Shivani was born in Elsweyr, trained from a young age to be quick and agile. She left home at 14 and ended up in skyrim 8 years later. While in Skyrim, she was nearly killed by Imperial soldiers, giving her a distrust of anyone loyal to the empire, nearly killed by a dragon but escaped with the help of a Stormcloak soldier. Throughout her adventure, she found out she was the Dragonborn. Soon after, she joined the Companions, became a werewolf, cured everyone else of theirs before her own, and still gave advice for them when not on another epic quest to find an item, explore a place, kill a bandit camp, etc. She eventually ended up in Riften and was approached by a man who thought she shouldn't have as much coin as she had. He offered her a job, which she declined with a yell to the supposed thief. She also made a friend with Keerava when another thief came to get some money. Shivani drew her swords, then only a pair of steel blades, and took her stance with a warning. With many more travels, she eventually got rid of the dragons, ended the war, found a few Daedric artifacts (Azura's Star, Dawnbreaker, Ebony Mail, Sanguine's Rose, Savior's Hide, Skeleton Key (returned to proper place), Spellbreaker, Volundrung and Wabbajack) and either stored them in her armory in her house in Solitude or returned them to their proper places, stopped a vampire invasion and defeated an evil Dragonborn. With all her great feats, the Jarls all selected her, despite the jealousy of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, to be High Queen. However, she quickly tired of the life of the royal and called the Jarls together in a Moot to select a new High King or Queen, suggesting Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun as her choice. With little care of who the new High King or Queen was, she left to begin her life of adventuring again, visiting her wife and daughters in Solitude as often as she could. While on one of her adventures for Jarl Siddgier, she found herself in a new world. The walls were made of stone and there were many things glowing, making noises and what seemed to be a tiny sun in the ceiling.
Faction: None</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa
"Oi oi, he's fine, right? He took hitting the dirt and kept trying to lecture me, I'm sure he can take emptying out my storage spell," Marisa said, stuffing Othinus quickly into one of her pockets as she strode forward to pick up her hat. Jeez, how was she going to get all her belongings... and 'borrowed items' back into her hat and get away with Othinus? Well, at least she knew the tiny girl's name now. "And it's not like I'm keeping you, I just wanna dress you up a bit. Keeping a person, that'd be kinda weird, right?"
Marisa shrugged, before returning her attention to Touma. Now him... he was pretty weird. How exactly had he done that stuff? How could a human being do that sort of thing? Spell interference? He hadn't used any kind of magic that she recognized(or even that she didn't as far as she could tell). The throbbing pain in her skull from cracking her head on the concrete was fading now, as well, thankfully. That had been pretty awful.
"How'd you do that?" she asked, prodding her hat. Her spell was still there, but it had just been shut off, something had totally cancelled it. She'd have to reactivate it and everything so she could use her hat as easy convenient storage once more... and get all her stuff back. "That's not something people can do, just turning off magic by touching it."
Outside the Castle
It was not much longer until Anette returned with Gintoki's water, on an ornate silver platter because, to put it simply, why not use an ornate silver platter? Moments after handing the water to him, however, the damn seemed to break. Tears, more tears them seemed humanly possibly, streamed out of her eyes an splashed onto the ground.
"W-we w-work s-so h-hard... Her H-Highness says w-we do a g-good job... but th-that's just t-to make us feel better, i-isn't it?! If the g-guests don't like it..."
She trailed off, still crying away.
Things were really intent on being difficult for the white-haired warrior, weren't they?</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Oh my, you're right! I completely forgot the name and address! Oh, how silly of me. An errand boy can't do anything if he doesn't know where to go!"
Seiga snatched the envelope, wrote something onto it in an obscure 7th century Chinese dialect, and handed it back to Hazama.
"Here you are; and remember, no peeking! Trust me, I'll know."
With that, Seiga whirled around and waved her golden wand, an ovular hole in the fabric of reality opening up in response to reveal a swirling pool of fragmented shapes and colors. The jumble of images quickly rearranged themselves into what appeared to be some sort of cubist artistry, a mishmash of multiple conflicting perspectives. Needless to say, the effect was somewhat nauseating.
"You should probably get going. If we had done the ritual, you wouldn't have to worry about the hole closing up on top of you, but I'm afraid you didn't, so...", she exhaled and looked at the hole, "...Yyyyyeah. Might want to hurry up."</s>
<|message|>Dante
Guts - Whatever Town HSoD takes Place In
"I don't need your protection. Stop trying to sell two-bit bodyguard services, kid." Guts scowled, staring ahead as his feet stamped on the asphalt beneath his feet.
Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens
With a flourish, Dante's shirt, buckles, and coat returned to where they belonged- his well-sculpted abs.
"UMMA? UMMA cramps my style, baby." he said, dragging his skeleton sword across the steamy pie. Raising a traingular slice above his head, he briefly licked his lips before lowering the hot, cheesy pizza enter his mouth, tearing off a mouthful of the dish.
"....PYEAH!" he spat it out, wiping his mouth. "I knew it. Terrible." he said to himself, tossing the slice. The crust was far too hard from being kneaded too much, and the inside was undercooked from receiving only a quick burst of heat. Also, it had bits of bullet in it; Dante spat out a crumpled up load of .45 ACP.</s>
<|message|>Pilcrow
Pilcrow, Near School
A large transport chopper slowly faded in above the town. Pilcrow looked out the cockpit, checking to make sure there were no jets pursuing him any more, before looking down at the ground for a suitable landing spot. The town he was above seemed a bit dead, but after some searching he spotted a building on fire with three distinct figures moving away from it. As he shakily pulled the helicopter towards them, he noticed the city wasn't a complete ghost town - he saw what appeared to be shambling, rotting human corpses roaming the streets. He brought the helicopter down near the three, causing a horrible noise as its belly scraped across the asphalt. A shutter on the side opened, and Pilcrow leaned out of it with a concerned look, motioning for the survivors to get in.</s>
<|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
Finishing up the lap was a very simple task, as Chuck no longer had to deal with those tendrils. The other three laps went by rather quickly, as Chuck reached the finish line.
The power-armored cameraman lowered down the camera and hovered towards Chuck. Glancing towards the camera-man Chuck inquired, "Right anything new added to the schedule? Or an interview segment?" Thinking for a moment the Camera-man shook his head.
"Haven't heard anything about an updated schedule." The camera operator replied. "And no interview segment this time. Anything else you need?"
Chuck glanced at the cameraman, "Just a way to the next segment. Maybe a bar in the meantime." The camera man nodded, "Sure thing. Let me just configure the portal."
"Suppose that'll take you a few laps." Chuck remarked as he sped off once more down the track as the Camera-man began fiddling with a small device.</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
The new environment was a bit much for Lucina to take in all at once. She found a suitable distraction from the confusion when a male voice acknowledged her existence.
Lucina turned around, startled. The young fellow didn't finish his sentence, as if unsure how to conclude talking to Lucina. "...May I help you...?" Lucina asked, tilting her head. "Wait. First. Who are you?"
Lucina turned completely around. Some heads in the crowd turned, though they likely dismissed her as some cosplayer. She did look awfully like a character from a Nintendo video game.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Misaka was unaware of the occurrence which Touma was currently being subjected to, the sudden collapse of a pocket dimension in a hat that sent everything punching into Touma himself. She might have found it funny, but for the moment she was focused on the task at hand, as one might expect.
She glanced over as the new instruction was delivered to her and Kakine, a new dimensional insertion that they had to take care of, perhaps as a result of the weakening of the barrier as a result of their own portal. It was only a theory though, and it would be more for them to pick up the pieces.
"'Understood,' Misaka replies as she shifts in the direction of the given coordinates," Misaka said as she did just that, once the goggles had given them directions towards the apparent new arrival. At least this time it was close, closer than Marisa currently was, and as a result more easily handled.
Soon enough they arrive, and their target wasn't hard to locate. She certainly stood out from the rest of the crowd in dress, if not how confused she was at the moment. At least she had yet to cause any problems, unlike the currently rogue witch that had escaped into the city.
Misaka came up behind Kakine then, standing to the side as she held on to her weapon, though she didn't aim it at anything, least of all the woman there. And she was still indifferent to her own appearance, with the gun, the bag slung over her back, and the goggles atop her head. "'My name is Misaka Mikoto. And he is Kakine Teitoku,' Misaka says as she looks the strangely dressed woman over to determine if she is a threat," Misaka said as she did just that, though it did not seem that there was a problem in that regard. Hopefully that would provide her partner with some ground to get them off the street. And if not, she could think of a way herself, though it might not be the easiest.</s>
| <|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes Kitchen
"They don't like the way I work." she said, glaring at the maid. "They're idiots for not listening. I bet even this man here would help me get back to my family." she said with a gesture to Dante. "So, you tell me." She rubbed her head with a sigh before walking to the wall and punching hard. She backed away, shaking her hand with a sigh. "That hurt."</s> |
<|description|>Shivani
Does she work better?
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: She is large, being a Cathay-raht, and wears steel armor, wields a pair of Dragonbone swords and can sometimes be seen communing with skyrim's native saber cats.
Canon, AU, or OC?: AU
Universe of Origin: Elder Scrolls (Skyrim period)
Personality: Shivani is one of those khajiit that would rather be in heavy armor, swinging strong swords than sneaking. She's hard-headed and easily angered on certain topics.
Abilities/Weapons: All Thu'ums except Bend Will, Frenzy and Dismay, as well as her natural claws and night vision. She wields a pair of Dragonbone swords.
Backstory: Shivani was born in Elsweyr, trained from a young age to be quick and agile. She left home at 14 and ended up in skyrim 8 years later. While in Skyrim, she was nearly killed by Imperial soldiers, giving her a distrust of anyone loyal to the empire, nearly killed by a dragon but escaped with the help of a Stormcloak soldier. Throughout her adventure, she found out she was the Dragonborn. Soon after, she joined the Companions, became a werewolf, cured everyone else of theirs before her own, and still gave advice for them when not on another epic quest to find an item, explore a place, kill a bandit camp, etc. She eventually ended up in Riften and was approached by a man who thought she shouldn't have as much coin as she had. He offered her a job, which she declined with a yell to the supposed thief. She also made a friend with Keerava when another thief came to get some money. Shivani drew her swords, then only a pair of steel blades, and took her stance with a warning. With many more travels, she eventually got rid of the dragons, ended the war, found a few Daedric artifacts (Azura's Star, Dawnbreaker, Ebony Mail, Sanguine's Rose, Savior's Hide, Skeleton Key (returned to proper place), Spellbreaker, Volundrung and Wabbajack) and either stored them in her armory in her house in Solitude or returned them to their proper places, stopped a vampire invasion and defeated an evil Dragonborn. With all her great feats, the Jarls all selected her, despite the jealousy of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, to be High Queen. However, she quickly tired of the life of the royal and called the Jarls together in a Moot to select a new High King or Queen, suggesting Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun as her choice. With little care of who the new High King or Queen was, she left to begin her life of adventuring again, visiting her wife and daughters in Solitude as often as she could. While on one of her adventures for Jarl Siddgier, she found herself in a new world. The walls were made of stone and there were many things glowing, making noises and what seemed to be a tiny sun in the ceiling.
Faction: None</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes Kitchens - Outside Castle Tepes
While waiting for a response, Shivani moved towards a window to look out. She saw quite a few people on the ground below her but none stood out more than a young anthropomorphic fox. "A kit?" she asked herself quietly. "What's a kit doing here?" She turned towards the maid and Dante with a look of concern. "I'll be back." she said, pulling out a pair of orcish daggers and using them to slide down the side of the building. Once her feet were on the ground, she sheathed the daggers and began walking towards the young fox. "Greetings!" she called to him removing her helmet.</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails- Outside of Castle Tepes.
Although he was very, very afraid Tails spoke up.
"Uh...Hello!"
He said shyly eyeing the weapons at the women's side he was worried about the weapons but he needed to know where he was.
"Wh-where am I?"
Tails asked the women who greets him although he was scared he needed to focus at the task he had to figure out and that was figuring where the heck he was.
And he was going to have to do a bit of independent work if he was to do this and he knew that he was getting older but he still was only eight years old so that was the downside of things.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Outside Castle Tepes
The Khajiit shrugged. "I don't know what this place is called. All I know is there's a lot of people after this magic item so I have to protect it." She offered him her hand with a smile. "Let's go inside."</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails - Outside Castle Tepes
Tails timidly took the women's hand and followed her.
He was interested in this magic item though he did not want to steal it from this place because they were protecting it from something.
"What are th-they protecting it from?"
Tails asked the kind women who was leading him to the castle.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Outside Castle Tepes - Castle Tepes Kitchens
Shivani led the child inside with a smile. "Some mean people who want to use it for evil. Reminds me of how Alduin tried to use the other dragons to take over Nirn, starting with Skyrim." She shook her head with a chuckle. "But you probably don't know anything about that, do you?"</s>
<|message|>Aegis
Aegis - Outside of Yggdrasil
A flash of light. A tendril of darkness splintering the light, piercing the scope of his perception, invading him with a warm yet discomforting feeling of balance. Then suddenly, he began to feel as if he was burning. Unable to move his mouth or limbs, he suffered silently as he remained unable to see the portal that had materialized in front of him. Aegis struggled to breathe, the invasion of the darkness from its hidden valley in his heart enveloping him entirely.
From the portal stepped a woman. Slender in form, garbed in a sleek violet dress, tight to the body, she was adorned in a headdress in the semblance of the head of the fawn. Syndra, the foreteller of Fawnilicium, approached the man disabled by the darkness of his heart.
"You have trespassed into studies we have forbidden, young Master Aegis. You have awoken the Heartless of true darkness, the ones that cannot be destroyed, and in seeking your universal knowledge through the true Kingdom Hearts, have risked exposure of them to the other universes.
"The council has spoken. You once were a pupil of my tutelage. I watched you grow into the most wise scholar of your generation. And now, I have been ordered to enforce your exile to the In-Between." She raised her left arm gracefully, and with a flick of her wrist, a pale white Keyblade suddenly materialized in her hand. She aimed the head of the Key, which also resembled a fawn, directly at Aegis' chest. A ball of light began to form on the tip, as Aegis silently continued to tense as the darkness reacted to it.
"Your sentence: be banished from the realm of Kingdom Hearts until your heart has found the Way to the Dawn once more. You must find your own way back, even if it lasts forever. You are now near the castle between the universes - Yggdrasil. Find a purpose. Find your way. And perhaps this parting gift will help you." Syndra pulled her arm back as the ball of light suddenly became a vibrant shade of blue, and thrust forward. A beam burst from the edge of the weapon, piercing through Aegis's heart and enveloping it as a shield around it, holding the darkness at bay. Aegis fell to the ground, released from the paralysis of the darkness.
With her other hand, Syndra beckoned a second portal. "You will begin this journey in a place known as Castle Tepes. You will find that your home, your worlds, and your universe cannot communicate with you. You may find yourself there again once, or perhaps many times. This portal shall close once you pass through it. Farewell, my student." She backed away into her own portal, sheathing her Keyblade as tendrils of violet light danced around her inside the portal. She faded as the portal closed itself, leaving Aegis alone.
Still weak from the endeavor he had just been through. Aegis fell to one knee, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down his forehead, falling in front of him onto the ground. After a few moments of panting, he rose from his position and looked to the portal. He had no words to say, no thoughts to express, other than a cold feeling of emptiness. He approached the portal, studying it intently, and then passed through. All went black, for a time, and he felt himself dissolve into nothingness temporarily as he traveled to his destination.
Outside Castle Tepes
The portal opened on a wall, and as Aegis stepped through, he found himself at a castle. Almost immediately, his Keyblade materialized in his hand, as it pulsated rapidly.
"There must be some sort of powerful object here," he murmured, as he looked at his surroundings. He was in a formidable structure, with a kitchen area nearby and a small balcony over the side of the hallway he had been transported to. It's so eerie here, he pondered. Not a single person to be found. Why would she send me to an abandoned castle... He noticed he was near a main entrance, it seemed. Suddenly, his Keyblade began to react even faster, and a revelation came to him.
It's not reacting to an object, he realized. There are people coming! He immediately heard a young, childlike voice say, "What are th-they protecting it from?" and a female voice give a response he could not understand. Aegis readied his weapon and turned around to where the voices were coming from, just as a small fox and a woman with the form of a feline entered the building. He stared at them as he attempted to make eye contact and waited for them to say something, anything at all.
@belwicket</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails - Now inside Castle Tepes
Tails shook his head then said.
"Well I know what Dragons are but I don't know what a Skyrim is,"
Tails said pensively because he was considering the situation and where this women was leading him but he decided it may be good to let himself be known, so Tails continued.
"But I do know about many other things like how to make a robot!"
Tails said with joy and pride.
"I'm Miles Prower but most my friends call me Tails because,"
Tails demonstrated by spinning his tails around and lifting off the ground a little bit.
"I can fly and I have two tails but enough about me what's your name Mi-"
Tails halted his sentence as they walked through the grand halls of the castle when they met a strange man starting at them both, Tails stepped forward letting go of the kind ladies hand and curious Tails approached the man a bit.
"Excuse me mister,"
Tails said walking up close to the man looking him over and sniffing the air.
"You do not smell of this place,"
Tails drew back a bit from the man.
"Who are you?"
Tails tilted his head in a questioning manner.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes
"Skyrim is the land I'm from." Shivani said as she stepped into the castle. Upon Tails mentioning robots, she looked at him confusedly. "What's a robot?" She continued listening to the boy, only looking up when he froze. As tails began approaching the man. Shivani quickly moved in front of him. "Stay behind me, Tails." she said, drawing her weapons. "Identify yourself." she said to the man, readying her stance. "I don't want to have to kill you." She glared at the man, her instinct telling her he wasn't as dangerous as he seemed.</s>
<|message|>Aegis
The fox plodded forward, raising his nose into the air and sniffing around Aegis. Though he kept his weapon at the ready, the fox seemed of no harm.
"Excuse me mister," it asked in a voice reminiscent of a young child. "You do not smell of this place." It drew back and tilted its head, asking "Who are you?"
Aegis looked down at the young fox for a moment, a hint of a smile forming on him lips. He then returned his gaze to the feline woman as she pulled the fox back and moved in front of him. Drawing daggers from her sides, she moved into a fighting stance.
"Identify yourself. I don't want to have to kill you," she said. Aegis looked her in the eyes with a hard stare. The two stood a mere two feet away from each other, both with weapons drawn. Yet, Aegis had a gut feeling that there was no need to fight here. He was too tired, and they seemed to have no darkness emanating from them.
Aegis lowered his weapon. "My name is Aegis.. I mean no ill will. I found myself here in peculiar circumstances. Where are we, if I may ask, and who are you?"</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails was excited to meet someone in the same predicament as him so Tails said with a slight hint of relief to Aegis.
"Oh you were sent here as well?"
Tails walked to the side of the feline womens right leg and looked at Aegis curiously.
"My names Miles but you can call me Tails and I am a little lost,"
He looked at the large weapon that Aegis was holding and was very interested in it so Tails asked.
"Aegis what is that you hold it looks like a large key?"
Tails was mainly interested in how it works and if it has any mechanical functions and properties because it looked like a fine bludgeoning weapon to Tails but things can sometimes be much more if you look hard enough so Tails wanted to know.
"And if your lost like we are you should come with us because frankly I have no idea where I am other than in a Castle!"
Tails said looking at Aegis's weapon and also analyzing what else he had on his person.</s>
| <|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes
"I don't remember the name of the castle." she sighed, sheathing her weapons. "I am Shivani, a Khajiit from Elsweyr." She eyed the large key with a frown. Shaking her head, she continued on. "Come, let's return to the kitchens. There is a maid there who was telling me about the gem."</s> |
<|description|>Shivani
Does she work better?
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: She is large, being a Cathay-raht, and wears steel armor, wields a pair of Dragonbone swords and can sometimes be seen communing with skyrim's native saber cats.
Canon, AU, or OC?: AU
Universe of Origin: Elder Scrolls (Skyrim period)
Personality: Shivani is one of those khajiit that would rather be in heavy armor, swinging strong swords than sneaking. She's hard-headed and easily angered on certain topics.
Abilities/Weapons: All Thu'ums except Bend Will, Frenzy and Dismay, as well as her natural claws and night vision. She wields a pair of Dragonbone swords.
Backstory: Shivani was born in Elsweyr, trained from a young age to be quick and agile. She left home at 14 and ended up in skyrim 8 years later. While in Skyrim, she was nearly killed by Imperial soldiers, giving her a distrust of anyone loyal to the empire, nearly killed by a dragon but escaped with the help of a Stormcloak soldier. Throughout her adventure, she found out she was the Dragonborn. Soon after, she joined the Companions, became a werewolf, cured everyone else of theirs before her own, and still gave advice for them when not on another epic quest to find an item, explore a place, kill a bandit camp, etc. She eventually ended up in Riften and was approached by a man who thought she shouldn't have as much coin as she had. He offered her a job, which she declined with a yell to the supposed thief. She also made a friend with Keerava when another thief came to get some money. Shivani drew her swords, then only a pair of steel blades, and took her stance with a warning. With many more travels, she eventually got rid of the dragons, ended the war, found a few Daedric artifacts (Azura's Star, Dawnbreaker, Ebony Mail, Sanguine's Rose, Savior's Hide, Skeleton Key (returned to proper place), Spellbreaker, Volundrung and Wabbajack) and either stored them in her armory in her house in Solitude or returned them to their proper places, stopped a vampire invasion and defeated an evil Dragonborn. With all her great feats, the Jarls all selected her, despite the jealousy of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, to be High Queen. However, she quickly tired of the life of the royal and called the Jarls together in a Moot to select a new High King or Queen, suggesting Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun as her choice. With little care of who the new High King or Queen was, she left to begin her life of adventuring again, visiting her wife and daughters in Solitude as often as she could. While on one of her adventures for Jarl Siddgier, she found herself in a new world. The walls were made of stone and there were many things glowing, making noises and what seemed to be a tiny sun in the ceiling.
Faction: None</s>
<|message|>Aegis
Aegis - Castle Tepes
@blackmist16
The fox boy introduced himself as Tails, and asked Aegis what the Keyblade was. Raising it slightly so he could look at it as he spoke, it glimmered in the light of the corridor they were in.
"This is known as a Keyblade. It can open almost any door, and is the key to protecting the hearts of people, worlds, and universes." He figured it would be best to not explain further what it can do to people he did not know at all.
The feline woman introduced herself as Shiviani, a "Khajiit," whatever that meant. They must both be from different universes as well, he thought to himself. The Khajiit shook her head.
"Come, let's return to the kitchens. There is a maid there who was telling me about the gem."
Realizing that in his current state, travelling alone with such exhaustion probably was not a good idea. Sheathing his weapon once more, he looked Shiviani in the eyes, feeling that the gesture could be taken as a sign of friendship and respect.
"If I may, may I accompany you? I am in no state to be alone at the moment. I have very little energy left and I have no perception of where we are in this castle. I promise not to be a burden." Maybe too, if he stayed long enough, he could hear about this gem that had piqued his curiousity. However, he kept that to himself and smiled slightly.
"Besides," he said, looking at Tails. "It's always better to go on explorations with friends."</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails liked Aegis so he nodded at what Aegis had said and went over to him as they walked to the Kitchen and he began talking with him.
"Where do you come from?"
Tails asked looking up at Aegis, with curiosity and wonder he wanted to know where Aegis was from because Tails wanted to learn of the names of the different places he knew he could probably make a device that could transport people to different planes but it would take a while and Tails began to think he would probably be stuck here for a while and also Tails wondered if this gem could possibly be a Chaos Emerald or something like it he might be able to use the Gem for something and he expected Aegis would as well.
Tails pulled at Aegis's pant leg and stopped him for a second quick enough so Shivani would not hear and Tails flew up to ear level with Aegis so he could whisper.
"I think you probably are interested in this Gem as I am so if we could ever get our hands on it I could help you with whatever situation you are in Aegis!"
And Tails landed quietly hurrying along with Aegis, Tails looked up at him and smiled and talked normally again.
"We could be a good team even though I am short and not very strong I am very skilled in mechanics and repairs I could improve that Keyblade of yours if you wanted maybe tweak with it a little"
Tails voice trailed off as he inspected the Keyblade and he looked at its prongs that usually fit into each lock but then looked at the part where you could hold the Keyblade, Tails thought he could probably add a small device that he could probably attach to the hilt or whatever Aegis called the part that he could hold the weapons and make it so it could conduct electricity so the weapon would have an electrical hit when an enemy was hit with it or he could manufacture a smaller Keyblade for himself if he could have a closer look at the weapon if Aegis let him and Tails could probably make many more things if he had more tools in his tool belt.
He sighed and looked around they were nearing the Kitchen and he began wondering if they had a workshop in this Castle.</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Saber - Castle Tepes
Saber gave a nod in respect to the agreements with her rulings. She had hoped she properly judged the combat roles of her allies correctly, and as neither of them had said anything to contradict what she had assigned to them she felt that she had indeed made the appropriate judgements based on their capabilities. For herself, the answer was obvious. While it was unlikely she would use the full powered function of her Noble Phantasm, for fear of harming allies or causing extensive damage to the castle, she could fight without fear of damaging the building outdoors, in addition to utilizing the lower-powered capabilities of Excalibur.
... It was obvious even to her that Gintoki seemed displeased, but he did not protest, either. Perhaps he didn't like the position but agreed that he would be useful there? Or...
Saber hesitated for a moment. "... I will be taking a position outside of the castle... Gintoki, if you believe you may be more useful in another location..."
Castle Tepes
The vampiric Queen paused for a moment, only a moment, when she ran across some of the newcomers to her castle. It was... some guy with an enormous key, a cat-like woman, and... a... kitsune? No, kitsune normally used their human-like forms. Queen Tepes had been to their lands before and met several of the youkai(it was around the time she had hired her yuki-onna maid, Rei). So... it was some kind of fox creature. It didn't take a genius to guess that these were probably foreigners to her reality. Quite a few of the maids, of various kinds, were peering at them with no small amount of confusion.
"... You seem to be lost, if you're in my castle without my consent," the child vampire began, slowly approaching, "I can hardly imagine what put you here without my awareness."
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
Marisa grumbled under her breath as she was reeled in and put into handcuffs. Jeez, she just wanted to dress the tiny girl up, what was the harm in that? It wasn't even a lie, this time she actually wasn't intending to steal anything... Immediately! ... Not that she lied anyway nope Kirisame Marisa was the straight edge of truth who never once lied to anyone and anyone who said otherwise was the liar, not Marisa! And now her broom was gone, too... how was she supposed to go looking like a witch if she couldn't even have a broom? Jeez...
If she could fold her arms, she definitely could! But instead she went for pouting as she walked along.
"... Why does he wanna see me, anyway?" Marisa asked, inclining her head to the side. "Am I so awesome he knows about me too?"
Black Rock Shooter - Pensee
The otherself straightened, shaking her head slightly. The sensation of travelling between the two worlds was disorienting, she felt off-balance for a few moments, and her vision swam. It was, in fact, more offputting then the first time she had traveled through a wormhole from her home to the desert. Soon the strange feelings abated, and she could clearly see her surroundings. It was a western medieval town, one not unlike something that could be seen in some form of light fantasy. There were native beings to this world surrounding them, humans who looked completely stunned and confused by their presence as Black Rock Shooter tested her legs on the cobblestone street. She glanced behind her, and was surprised to see that the portal appeared to have followed. Indeed, there was a similar structure to the one that had been in the desert, now standing in the square.
The little blonde girl based through the portal with Mikoto, looking around in awe at her surroundings. She did not seem so adversely effected by the rapid transit, somehow. Instead, she quickly shot to her feet, tugging on Mikoto's hand.
"This is so much better than that desert!" she declared, "There's no... weird idiots... Pensee seems great! I think I might actually be glad you woke me up now!"
She turned to Mikoto, giving her a wide smile.
It was about then that the image of the desert inside the portal faded away entirely. The lights on this version's console died, as well, flickering out.
Dlanor A. Knox - The Museum World
Dlanor paused outside of the museum, a safe distance away. The fires were being quelled by this point, the fire team doing their best to save as many artifacts as they could. Some of the disaster systems had come online and saved some of the works inside of it, but others had sadly perished in the blaze.
Thankfully, there were no causalities.
The UMMA base was dispatching its guards. There was an individual in some kind of small mecha, completely obscured from view, a robed girl with a glittering staff, a man with an enormous sword crackling with electriciy, and several soldiers of varying appearance armed with various weapons. A chamber is rolled along with them, the interior fitted with various clamps.
Clearly, it was intended for transport of a high-threat prisoner.
Shadow Eternity Vessel Foecrusher
To be honest, this kind of thing wasn't exactly unexpected from an ork... still, the katana-wielding woman had hoped things would be a bit smoother then this. To be fair to him, he seemed to have thought this out more then she had initially expected. Still... it was a good opportunity, however, to open the plan up for further discussion. After all, the goal was no to minimal casualties and the capture of the Eye of the Serpent. Then they'd be well on their way to completing Nidhogg once they achieved it. The next step would be getting the control module and the control throne...
"The previous attempts to take the Eye ended, well... there was no bloodshed, but let's just say our soldiers were a little bit embarrassed after being throne out of the castle by a bunch of maids," she explained, "They're a lot stronger then they appear, which is why we're going with a much larger force now. As for large exoskeletoned fellow, he seems quite effective, but... well, if something goes wrong, we can't rely on him, as was stated previously. I feel it's best to have multiple alternative plans rather then simply relying on a single one."
The Leader - Shadow Eternity HQ
The Leader inclined her head to the side quietly for a moment. There was little else to do in the end, and therefore all that could be said was...
"Take it. It's yours."
As if on cue, the soul flared slightly, burning brighter for a moment before dying down.</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails-Castle Tepes
When the scary looking vampiric lady approached Tails was slightly afraid but he stopped and he let her approach all of them, and he suspected that she was the Queen of this castle so Tails formally made a slight bow to her.
Then looked up at her and replied to her.
"Well I am sorry you Highness we should have requested consent to enter you castle,"
He said innocently then continued explaining.
"I had no clue where I was and I met these two on my way here and I am just trying to figure out where I am your Highness and I can not explain my presence in your domain because I can't remember what happened before I appeared here!"
Tails finished explaining and he looked up at the Queen with question in his eyes, because for a Vampire she didn't seem very evil but the liked that.</s>
| <|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes
Her ears twitched as she heard the pair whispering. She sighed as she stopped and, just as she was about to turn, she heard footsteps. She looked in the direction of them to see a young girl, obviously a vampire. After Tails spoke, Shivani stepped forward to bow. "My apologies. We are new to this land. I had originally landed in the kitchens with a pair of men where we scared a few of the maids. One of them mentioned a stone that I intend to protect from men I know are going after it for their own evil wishes." She put her helmet back on as she looked at the girl. "It's the least I could do."</s> |
<|description|>Raditz
Age: 30 (Did not age while trapped in HFIL, but is aging again now)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Dragonball Z
Personality: Raditz is an arrogant, mocking warrior, convinced that he is the strongest in the universe. Of course, due to this view he is prone to self-delusion, as he is without a doubt the weakest enemy the Z Warriors ever faced. He is also manipulative, and a pathological liar. However, when on the ropes, he becomes cowardly, as his one death was traumatic and he fears a second.
Raditz will run from an enemy he knows he cannot defeat, and tends to willingly attack only when he knows he is going to win.
Abilities/Weapons: His time trapped in HFIL has done nothing to boost his powers, and he still possesses the pathetic power level of 1,200 with which he died. He can improve this dramatically through intensive training or through near-death experiences, but Raditz is loathe to train and will refuse to put himself in a near-death situation if he can avoid it.
Despite his weakness for a member of his species, he is still far stronger than a normal human being. He can utilize his ki to fly, fire energy blasts from his hands, and fight for hours without tiring. He never learned the technique to read energy, which causes him to overestimate his skills and pick fights with enemies he has no hope of defeating. At the moment, he possesses no scouter, as it was broken on Earth and he has been unable to replace it.
Raditz possesses his tail, which allows him to transform in to a Great Ape if he looks at the full moon. Great Ape Raditz is both ten times larger and ten times stronger than normal. As a true Saiyan warrior, he retains control of himself when transformed.
It is also worth noting that, while his heart is pure evil, Raditz has never been placed in a situation of extreme need. As a result the power of a Super Saiyan has never revealed itself to him.
Current Power Level: 1,200 (12,000 in Great Ape form)
Backstory: During his youth, Raditz worked as member of the Saiyan Army. He was assigned to work alongside a young Prince Vegeta. When Frieza ordered all the Saiyans to return to Planet Vegeta, the prince refused the order and Raditz stayed with him on the planet they were invading. After his race's demise, he worked alongside Vegeta and Nappa directly for Frieza's Galactic Frieza Army. While working with a team led by Vegeta, Raditz traveled to Earth to discover if Kakarot had finished the mission that he was sent on as a baby over two decades prior: the conquest of Earth. Upon arrival, however, Raditz discovered that Kakarot had lost his violent Saiyan tendencies and also had no knowledge of his true ancestry or his mission. Raditz attempted to persuade Goku to join him and become a Planet Trade pirate, but to no avail. He was slain by Piccolo on Earth, along with Kakarot. While his final transmission would continue the story of Kakarot and Piccolo, he himself was confined to the Home For Infinite Losers in the afterlife.
However, due to the shenanigans of Janemba many years later, Raditz was finally able to escape from HFIL along with the Dictator, but rather than finding himself on Earth, he found himself in a strange, unfamiliar multiverse. Where the heck was he?
Faction: None</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Mm, so your route that went directly through several open rooms and up a set of stairs did not actually go through several open rooms and up a set of stairs? I'll keep that in mind. So, what you're actually expecting is for me to do absolutely everything for you, because you are incapable of doing this otherwise, yes? So, in essence...", Seiga cradled her face in one hand and smiled, "...You need me. Would you like to begin negotiations?"</s>
<|message|>Nono (aka Buster Machine #7)
Nono, Castle Tepes
Leaving aside any doubt that they were being tricked, Nono smiled as she followed Saber and the Queen further on into the castle, ready for the job that they had to do. They were going to have fun in the process, after all, so why shouldn't she enjoy herself? Certainly the Fraternity had taught her that she couldn't be serious all the time.
She was definitely impressed though with the castle, the old style mixed with the modern appliances doing relatively little for her, given where she had come from. It had to have been a pain to set up, but if someone could afford it then that was fine, and she certainly wasn't going to complain either way.
That wasn't even taking into account the various servants, whom earned a lot of curious gazes from Nono and others. Things besides base humans and space monsters were fairly strange, though less so than they had been before, and she made sure to smooth these sorts of things over with a smile and wave, accepting them for who they were. They were interesting as well, and she was appreciative of the job they did as well. It was a hard life for a maid.
But on she went, heading with them down a spiral staircase, and the skeletons catching her eye for a moment. Well then, that was...unexpected? And why were they keeping it there? "Oh, okay," she replied calmly, moving on past there with the reassurance.
At last they reached the gem and wide open room it was housed it. And Nono would admit that the picture did it no justice, both in the sheer size of the thing, as well as the color and make of it, beyond anything she had similarly seen. It wasn't hard to believe what the Queen said about it, though it left one to wonder how the Shadow Eternity planned to steal something so big. "Wow, it's amazing," she commented aloud, sincere in that appreciation.
It was at that point that Gintoki decided to leave, Non frowning as she shifted towards his departing form. "Hey, you can't just leave," she called after him. "We're on a mission!" She huffed then, not exactly amused by her companion. "Honestly...." At least she knew Onee-sama would never do something like that.
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Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Somehow, Misaka wasn't surprised as Marisa took the first opportunity to run for it, pulling her broom out of her hat and zooming into the air. She responded quickly, all tings told, raising her gun and firing into the air after her, though she stopped once it became obvious that it was a mere waste of ammunition, and nothing more. She wouldn't waste her time on pointless efforts, though she did consider switching to her automatic anti-tank rifle. But that was rejected as well, leaving her with little choice.
"Understood," Misaka replied succinctly as she began to sprint after Marisa, gun held in a comfortable grip. Such runs were nothing new, and indeed she was not going to tire any time soon either. Catching up would be another matter entirely, but once they did the Witch would find out why running was a bad idea, at least while she remained in Academy City.
At the same time, she multitasked, drawing on the other assets of support available for the completion of this mission with a minimal of collateral damage. Ideally. "Sister Network has been contacted. Moving to intercept." That, of course, didn't rule out less savory elements of the cities organization, but hopefully they could get to her first. If only for Marisa's safety and not their own positions.
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Ilyasviel von Einzbern, Shadow Eternity HQ
As if reading her, mind, shortly after saying that things were boring, the base intercom had gone off, informing them that it was time to get going for the mission at hand. That brought an anticipatory grin to Ilya's face as she rose from her seat on the couch, ready to get going and to have some fun.
Standing, wind billowed about as she shifted from normal garb to her combat clothes, tattered red cape fluttering as it appeared. That done, she headed for the hangar bay, taking it a bit easy rather than going all out. She'd get there soon enough, and once she arrived she'd only have to wait for everyone else to show up anyway. But at least she had something to look forward to now, and she would not be left behind.</s>
<|message|>Fujiwara no Mokou
Fujiwara no Mokou
Following the swordsman's pronouncement that they should head north, the far older girl offered what seemed to be the only sensible opinion on the subject: "What's the point of going north before we find out where we are?"
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Kerri the Twice-Betrayer
As the final clasps on her armour were locked, a call came to assemble in the hangar--a call that, for an obvious reason, the fallen knight had no reason to actually head. With the grunts filing in and others--including that brutish green thing that claimed to be an orc despite being far more like a troll--and no huge resistance expected, Kerri dismissed her mount and squire. No sense risking her personal servants with so many troops around. One-of-Many, of course, was staying with her--she hardly trusted the thing to leave her sight for even a minute and it was quite capable of staying out of danger if things turned bad.
Ready for the mission, the blackguard's hands firmly grasped her blade's hilt.</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
@Minder
Kanji, Museum World
After killing the wolf Take-Mikazuchi disappears.
Kanji took a few steps back before any of the ice could get on him or his clothes. As Cinder fell Kanji was about to attack but failed to react in time before she got up and sent out an attack of shards and arrows. Putting up the shield and crouching he was able to block her attack but not without visible marks left on the plate. "This should help us. Matarukaja!" A flash of light quickly surrounds Kanji and Blake before disappearing.</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Shirley - Castle Tepes
Shirley stared blankly for a few moments, slowly drifting back and away from the apparent... salespeople? She was confused, and her nerves were easily-frayed at the best of times. Looking nervously back over her shoulder, she swiftly found that there was no-one else present who could take over for her. No, she was left to try and handle this herself.
Growing ever so slightly more transparent, she took another reflexive breath.
"U-um... well... I... h-her Highness is busy, um..." she trailed off for a few moments before finding her words again, "U-um... are... you with the... um... you-em-em-ay? I-I think that was it..."
Kitchens - Castle Tepes
When some unknown man crashed through the ceiling, the maids were quick to act. Some, the more normal ones, ducked for cover. Others readied themselves for a potential fight. It wasn't their usual duty, but it was all they could do in service of her highness.
A seemingly-human maid calmly pulled two large handguns out from her skirt, as well.
At least they were prepared, but it would soon be proven that they were overreacting in spite of the property damage.
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
Marisa was, certainly, unwilling to let go of anything she had stolen. So for now, at least, the beetles were a good idea.
Feeling the wing whip past her, Marisa cruised towards the buildings that made up Academy City. Excitedly, she cruised between them, lowering as she did to get a good look at anyone below her. She'd find some person who looked interesting and see what she could steal from them. After all, that made the most sense, didn't it? To try and find stuff to steal as quickly as possible? It wasn't like she wasn't planning on heading back, so she had to spend her time wisely. Her eyes scanned the surprised crowds as she zoomed low, doing her best to spot anything remotely exciting.
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Immediately, all dialogue was replaced with familiar kanji. The screen dissolved to reveal a simple window with various options.
One was labeled "recent coordinates".
"[CLASSIFIED. Proper Clearance Required to Access these Coordinates]"
"120-332-456-780"
"249-000-715-999"
"343-214-898-100"
Below this list, there was a spot that allowed text to be entered, labeled simply "Please Enter Desired Coordinates".
Black Rock Shooter approached. Silently, she peered over Misaka's shoulder at the screen. Logically, this must have been the way the teleportation device was operated. Still the otherself made no comment. Why should she? It was likely that the other girl had guessed something similar. And so she simply silently regarded the number sequences. There was no real indication of where the coordinates lead to...
The blonde girl, meanwhile, was staring concertedly at Suwako's hat.
The School
"Wait a moment," the girl insisted. She flicked the blood from her katana and sheathed it, allowing her cape to drop and conceal her upper body once more. Now that they had cleared the area, it seemed like the perfect time to attempt to explain what was going on. Neither of them looked particularly versed in technology, though at least the girl seemed to have some supernatural abilities given how she ignited the building with no visible exterior methods.
"I have some things to explain," she began, "I'm not sure how much either of you have seen recently, but I'll begin by saying that this is not the world either of you originate from."</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens
Dante turned his head at the sound of a pair of slides being pulled back. Pointing a fingergun at the maid, he said "Bang" with a wink before turning to the side. With a singular wave of his hand, Dante was stripped of both his coat and shirt, his lithe, muscular body at the ready.The devil hunter bounced on the balls of his feet, warming up with some shadowboxing.
Next, Dante immediately walked away from the maid, and began pulling several sticks of pepperoni from the bag, tossing it the air before jumping up to meet it. Swinging the Rebellion back and forth, the meat stick soon fell back onto the counter, having been cut into perfect 0.333 centimeter thick slices.</s>
| <|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
With a gusto bordering on rudeness, Raditz SEIZED the pizza and began to snarf it down. Table manners were nonexistent for this elite Saiyan warrior! The pizza was devoured with the force of a black hole!
"Don't be ridiculous! I will hunt this giant monster that... EHHHEH?!?"
Pudding.
He'd heard of this dish.
They said, in the ancient legends, that the God of Destruction Beerus could be stymied by a well made pudding. For a food to stop a God so! It must truly be the greatest food imaginable!
"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Raditz laughed. "I will go to this castle and SLAY ALL MY FOES! Then, this pudding shall be MINE!"</s> |
<|description|>Raditz
Age: 30 (Did not age while trapped in HFIL, but is aging again now)
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Dragonball Z
Personality: Raditz is an arrogant, mocking warrior, convinced that he is the strongest in the universe. Of course, due to this view he is prone to self-delusion, as he is without a doubt the weakest enemy the Z Warriors ever faced. He is also manipulative, and a pathological liar. However, when on the ropes, he becomes cowardly, as his one death was traumatic and he fears a second.
Raditz will run from an enemy he knows he cannot defeat, and tends to willingly attack only when he knows he is going to win.
Abilities/Weapons: His time trapped in HFIL has done nothing to boost his powers, and he still possesses the pathetic power level of 1,200 with which he died. He can improve this dramatically through intensive training or through near-death experiences, but Raditz is loathe to train and will refuse to put himself in a near-death situation if he can avoid it.
Despite his weakness for a member of his species, he is still far stronger than a normal human being. He can utilize his ki to fly, fire energy blasts from his hands, and fight for hours without tiring. He never learned the technique to read energy, which causes him to overestimate his skills and pick fights with enemies he has no hope of defeating. At the moment, he possesses no scouter, as it was broken on Earth and he has been unable to replace it.
Raditz possesses his tail, which allows him to transform in to a Great Ape if he looks at the full moon. Great Ape Raditz is both ten times larger and ten times stronger than normal. As a true Saiyan warrior, he retains control of himself when transformed.
It is also worth noting that, while his heart is pure evil, Raditz has never been placed in a situation of extreme need. As a result the power of a Super Saiyan has never revealed itself to him.
Current Power Level: 1,200 (12,000 in Great Ape form)
Backstory: During his youth, Raditz worked as member of the Saiyan Army. He was assigned to work alongside a young Prince Vegeta. When Frieza ordered all the Saiyans to return to Planet Vegeta, the prince refused the order and Raditz stayed with him on the planet they were invading. After his race's demise, he worked alongside Vegeta and Nappa directly for Frieza's Galactic Frieza Army. While working with a team led by Vegeta, Raditz traveled to Earth to discover if Kakarot had finished the mission that he was sent on as a baby over two decades prior: the conquest of Earth. Upon arrival, however, Raditz discovered that Kakarot had lost his violent Saiyan tendencies and also had no knowledge of his true ancestry or his mission. Raditz attempted to persuade Goku to join him and become a Planet Trade pirate, but to no avail. He was slain by Piccolo on Earth, along with Kakarot. While his final transmission would continue the story of Kakarot and Piccolo, he himself was confined to the Home For Infinite Losers in the afterlife.
However, due to the shenanigans of Janemba many years later, Raditz was finally able to escape from HFIL along with the Dictator, but rather than finding himself on Earth, he found himself in a strange, unfamiliar multiverse. Where the heck was he?
Faction: None</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
Well, that's one way to explain something. "Perhaps you can call me something other than 'anomaly,'" Lucina said, somewhat indignantly. "My name is Lucina. And I have a question before we go..."
Lucina turned to Misaka. "Do you always narrate what you do?" she asked with a deadpan expression.
Lucina felt somewhat agitated; if they had to check if she was a threat, then where was she? She had no comrades backing her up...
Lucina, regardless, followed Kakine and Misaka to wherever-they-were-going, hoping for some information.</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
Seiga closed the hole in dimensions, pinching the bridge of her nose in mild irritation. No matter, this would be fine. She picked up the tablet Hazama had left on the floor next to his hologram machine. Noting his destination, she fiddled with it for a bit, finding a call button. She pressed it, Hazama's side picking up immediately.
"Excuse me, Mister Incompetent? You seem to have come to the wrong address. I'm looking, and... yes, I'm afraid that's nowhere NEAR the right universe.", she sighed, "You know, if you're illiterate, you could have just told me. Trust me, it couldn't lower my opinion of you any further. Of course, had you just taken the hole I went to the trouble of making for you, it wouldn't be an issue, but you didn't, so I suppose you'll be taking the hard way around. See, from what I've been told, the place I've asked you to deliver to? It has a... field, of sorts, around it that stops conventional travel. My holes can make it through, but your little thing? Yeah, not going to happen. Take it as a test of your resourcefulness, I suppose."
With that, Seiga nonchalantly hit the end call button, crushed the tablet, and chucked it into a corner.
"Where does he have to go, Nyan-Nyan?"
"Oh, the home of some forgettable organization that takes care of stragglers like him. I think they call it... Yggdrasil."
"Are we gonna wait for him?"
"Pfft, no. I'm taking one more trip, then we're leaving. If he does complete that wild goose chase I've sent him on and tracks us down afterwards, well, I suppose we'll have to fulfill our end of the bargain. Till then, we've no further obligation to him."
"What's a wild goose chase?"
"It's a task to get something that's very hard and very stupid to get hold of. In this case, the signature of a high-ranking official, Ms. Knox. She's known for being... uncooperative, to say the least. Say, Yoshika?"
"Uh?"
"'Prince' is the proper term for one such as that, is it not?"
"If Nyan-Nyan says so, then it's true for definite!"
"You're such a good girl, Yoshika. Now then, guard the house while I'm away.", Seiga grabbed a large burlap sack, "I'll just snatch a few and we'll test them at home, okay?"
"Okaaaaay!"
Seiga slipped into the floor once more, gliding through the earth. Luckily, they weren't recognizing anyone's achievements in outstanding cruelty or some such thing today, so it would be a painfully easy task to stuff a few Teigu in a bag and bail. Of course, had Seiga been a normal thief, she'd find this vault more or less impossible, given that it was plated in a metal thought to be indestructible, kept on around-the-clock watch, and was located deep underground within the palace treasury. Seiga was not a normal thief.
Indeed, had they been out on display, under the watching eyes of the prime minister, his guards, and one or more of his loyal retainers- that'd be some serious trouble. The kind of thing a master thief would go after. Seiga was not a master thief, either.
She simply burrowed through the treasury wall once again, into the nigh-impenetrable orichalcum-plated vault which had been the death of many a spy. She hummed quietly as she snatched up anything that seemed interesting and relatively easy-to-carry. A book, a breastplate, a paintbrush, a ring, a mask, all stuffed into a sack with no real ceremony. Her work finished, she tunneled back to meet Yoshika.
"Come, Yoshika.", Seiga said as she opened a hole in the wall between worlds, leading to her secret retreat, "Our work here is done."
"Sure thing, Nyan-Nyan!"
And with that, they left, hole closing behind them.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Misaka glanced over to her companion as Kakine finished the explanation to the new arrival, who was looking somewhat confused by all this. Misaka could have done the same herself, but given her penchant for third person narration it would have taken a lot longer to do so, and presumably they all wanted to be out of here sooner rather than later. At least the two of them did, since they still had a kleptomaniac witch to catch.
Once that had been finished, the strange woman introduced herself, and Misaka logged the information away for the Network. This would be another interesting experience, even if it served as a distraction from the main mission itself. And every bit of data helped when it came to this sort of thing.
She gave Lucina a blank look when asked about her speech, before answering that. "Yes." With that she set off, moving besides Kakine as she kept tabs on the Network, angling in on Marisa's location and the ongoing feud with Touma. Despite having picked up another guest, this mission would be accomplished, one way or another.</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
Kanji, Museum
Kanji kept his distance from cinder on edge just in case she was going to attack. "What do we do now? I don't have any handcuffs on me or any of those hand tie things. I hope you do."</s>
| <|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
"I understand! There is no need to shout!" Raditz shouted in response. He looked at the Jawa twisting dials and knobs and wondered why in HFIL he had liet this girl manhandle him so. He could crush her with a thought! But it was the allure of delicacies from a foreign land, and fights of glory beyond all reckoning that drew him in. Soon, people would remember why they feared the name Raditz.
"Let us proceed! There are enemies to be slain, and we are wasting time!" He had zero luck keeping the impatience out of his voice.</s> |
<|description|>Dante
Age: ~30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Devil May Cry
Personality: Dante's laid back and carefree. He's rarely phased by anything nor does he take much seriously, probably from having fought hundreds of demons over the years. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy his job, however; he always has a retort ready to rip into someone. This is a man who always has a one liner ready. Always.
Besides hunting devils, the devil hunter possesses a fondness for pizza, strawberry sundaes, and improv theater. He also has an astonishing sense of showmanship, putting on wonderful displays even when nobody is watching.
Deep down, Dante also has his father's love for humanity, and a desire to protect them; this happens to coincide with hunting demons, which he enjoyed doing anyways.
Dante also has very little income, stemming from his failure to collect pay on jobs and liberally handing out freebies, and presumably from massive amounts of property damage.
Dante has terrible luck with women.
Abilities:
Enhanced physiology - Dante's physical strength and reflexes are much higher than a normal human's, allowing him to deliver mighty blows and flip around acrobatically. He's strong enough to carry around and shoulder fire anti-material rifles.
Durable: Dante's survived impalement, electrocution, gunshot wounds to the head and wardrobe, and all manner of beatings. Judging from the Alastor scene, he has the physiology of a jelly doughnut. He's not unkillable, but it takes quite a bit to bring him down
Weapons Master - Dante has a knack for conveniently knowing how to use any Devil Arm he comes across (may or may not involve their being materialized demon souls)
Devil Trigger - The trump card, bringing out the full might of Dante's demonic power and giving him a sweet demon form. This enhances Dante's speed and attack power while also providing a slight health boost. Though its time is limited, it can give the edge in a tight spot.
SSStyle - Whatever he does, he's going to do it fabulously.
Weapons: Dante has access to a wonderful repertoire of Devil Arms and firearms, including
Rebellion - Dante's primary weapon consists of the Rebellion, an unbreakable claymore imbued with demonic power. Thanks to conflicting writing over multiple games, it is both a keepsake from his father AND a manifestation of his own powers.
Ebony and Ivory - Dante's constant companions, these are a pair of custom-built 1911s. Dante's powers magically replenish the bullets, allowing for a bottomless clip.
Coyote A - A sawed off twin-barrel shotgun. This weapon is devastating at close ranges. Don't forget to use the shotgun twitch.
Gilgamesh - A pair of rocket powered gauntlets, with buzzsaw greaves. These weapons transform Dante's hands and feet into destructive hammers.
Lucifer - This shoulder-piece can dispense spikes that can be thrown and exploded with a flourish.
Pandora - A demonic briefcase capable of turning into a variety of ranged weapons; this serves as mobile artillery.
Backstory: Okay time for a crash course on DMC lore.
Two thousand years ago, the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda sealed away the Demon King Mundus, saving humanity. Centuries later, he would go on to bear twin sons, Dante and Vergil. Around the time these twins turned eight, Sparda disappeared and their mother, Eva, was killed by demons sent by Mundus. Dante and Vergil would go their separate ways for years, gaining a strong sibling rivalry and different outlooks of life, which brings us to
DMC3: Vergil comes back and summons an ancient demon tower in an attempt to take Sparda's power. Eventually Dante, with the help of a human demon hunter named Lady, defeat Vergil, sealing him in the demon realm. Dante accepts his heritage as a son of Sparda and embraces his humanity. He also scores the Force Edge and one half of the plot amulet that can open the demon realm.
Ten-ish years pass...
DMC1: Dante is attacked by Trish, a mysterious woman who looks like his mother. She's also a lightning demon created by Mundus. She convinces him to investigate Mallet island. There, he runs into Nelo Angelo, a mysterious knight. It's later revealed that this knight is actually a mind-controlled Vergil being used by Mundus. Worse, Mundus was using the island as a base to invade the human realm. Dante seals Mundus away for until Itsuno decides to bring him back, and decides he doesn't hate Trish, giving her the awakened Sparda sword, and the magical plot amulet.
DMC the Anime: This was a slice of life about Dante babysitting; nothing vitally important happened.
DMC4: Dante sorta mentors a plucky young lad named Nero who has some yet-unexplained connection to Sparda and Vergil. He also goofs around a lot and attacks a cult devoted to Sparda. Speaking honestly, I think he may have been drunk the entire game.
This brings us back to Dante's everyday life of crippling debt, eating copious amounts of pizza, and only being friends with people who have shot and/or impaled him.
All this changed when a freak accident involving the Yamato sent Dante spiraling into a wormhole, lost in a strange and exciting new realm. With a coat on his back and his guns on his hips, Dante set out on his next big adventure, because he has nothing better to do.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Dante.
The Other Dante: Ice Moon
He blinked, staring at the man extending the bag out. "Tch... You're serious?" The two would more than likely exchange an awkward staredown for a moment before he took the bag from his hand. "Whatever. Where're we going?" He said, stepping to the man's side. He eyed the coat, the pistols the man had, how they were similar to his own. "So I'm guessing word's spread around this world about me too, huh? What're you? Some sort of weird cosplayer? You got the hair wrong, though. It's black; not white. I like the guns, though. Not exactly the models that mine are, but what can you do, yeah?" Dante spoke pretentiously and smirked. "Ten outta ten though for originality."</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Hazama
Hazama let out a small laugh as the Asian woman moved closer to him. She seemed to be right, at least; given how she immediately reacted upon his arrival, he may as well have found a business partner he could cooperate with. She wasn't quite like Relius, but... Well, given the circumstances, she was close enough.
"Pardon me, ma'am." he said, smoothly moving out of her grasp and bowing to her. "My name... Well, nobody really cares; they just call me Hazama. I guess you may as well."
Honey traps, like what she was trying to pull, weren't going to work on him. There was no time to give in to carnal desires during a journey of revenge, after all.
"But... I'm pretty sure this isn't your house. After all, how could someone with those fancy clothes live in a house that isn't much more than a few bricks and a rotting wooden basement? These are the slums, after all." he said, smiling calmly. "On that note, I'm pretty sure that walking through a wall isn't exactly... Normal, you know?"
Walking over to the wall that the woman had just slipped through, Hazama casually knocked on it, a solid 'thud' resonating back into the room.
"Don't know what you're here for, but given how much of a dump it is, I'm willing to bet it's something important. So how about we help each other out here- you get me to the throne room so we can snatch the king, and I help you do whatever thing it is you're here for. Maybe more. Whaddya say?"</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Parking Lot
Raditz took the mask and looked at it. Excellent! This would make a fine disguise! With a bit of difficulty due to his thick and volumous hair, he tied the black and white mask on to his face.
"Excellent! Now no one will know that this masked warrior is in fact Raditz, elite Saiyan warrior! I shall reign terror through the night!"
Nevermind the battle armor, the arm and leg bands, and the ridiculous hair. Still, he listened and went inside, trying to determine what to do next. The power of the mask, imaginary as it were, was soothing. He felt that nothing could kill him in here. Very quickly, he came across a bunch of robots on stage singing about friendship which almost made him want to gouge his ears out. But he could set it aside for the time being, as he had spotted two pathetic weaklings to address.
"You two!" he said, pointing to the pair sitting with the astonishing piles of food. "Where can I go to enforce the glory of Lord Cooler?! And where can I go to find such delectable looking food?!"</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - The Ice Moon
She glared at the last Wendigo, arrow knocked and ready to fire. She shot, letting the arrow pierce the ground a good six inches from the beast. She motioned for it to leave before turning towards the man. "Are you injured?" she asked, looking him over, hearing the conversation between the two Dante's.</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"They 'just call you' Hazama? My, my, mysterious, are we? Oh, but I'm afraid you'll have to work harder to impress us, isn't that right, Yoshika?"
"Huh? Whatever you say, Nyan Nyan!"
"Isn't she precious? She's my perfect pet, tough as anything.", Seiga strolled over and patted Yoshika on the head before looking back at Hazama, "An excellent compliment to my abilities, too. Which begs the question... what can you offer? And further, why should you need us? We're just a poor, lonesome hermit and her cute little underling, after all."</s>
<|message|>Takahara, AKA Kamen Rider 15, AKA The Great Leader
The pink-haired girl smiled and waved at Raditz, scooching over.
"Oh, you must be new here! Hi, I'm Kelly, and this is a Mage."
Taking a piece of the pizza, Kelly offered it to Raditz. Mage waved, unable to eat due to his or her closed helmet.
"Go ahead and try it! It's Mr. Vamp's own recipe. Um... let's see, there's a Mekillot hunt but uh..."
She pulled up a picture of the Mekillot on her phone, Wigglytuff charm clacking against the side. The screen showed a picture of carving of a tremendous armored reptile, towering over an oasis city and crushing palm trees beneath its feet. The Mekillot appeared to be carrying what looked to be a giant worm with a fanged maw surrounded by tentacles in its mouth. Dozens of tiny dots appeared to be throwing spears and magic spells at the Mekillot, to no avail.
"...I think they called in some specialists for that one. I mean, they're big, but this is a carving by halflings, so Oh! There's a job involving clearing out some of the monsters in the Demon Castle of Count Dracula. I should probably get on that one, Castlevania's got some powerful monsters I can sell to the boys back home."</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Hazama
"Well, of course it wouldn't be that easy. As I said earlier: you do me one, and I do you one back. Regardless of scale, of course; I have the resources at my disposal to do that." Hazama said, smiling slyly as he pulled out a small cellphone- standard issue by SE, but useful nonetheless. "Of course, I'm on a tight schedule here; after all, it's only a matter of time before they pick up on my recent actions. That's where you come in."
Letting the phone slide back into his pocket, Hazama slipped over to the exit one more, a dangerous glint in his eye.
"You are on hand at the moment and have what I currently am unable to access. This is a business agreement where we both profit from the outcome. And... To be honest, I'd rather not look to flashy while doing this, either."
With that said, Hazama opened an small interdimensional portal and let Ouroboros shoot out, causing it to lodge itself into the wall in front of him and crush whatever happened to be in between its jaws.
"See? Too flashy. I'd get caught in an instant."</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
Every Saiyan warrior possessed a voracious appetite. It was how they fueled their bodies, after all. Raditz took the piece of pizza and, in a feat of great power, consumed it in two whole bites. Delicious!
"Tell me where I can find more of this pizza! I need more of it!" Raditz declared. This would be the perfect battery to fuel him for future battles!
Then he started paying attention to the screen that the girl was using. He saw the picture of the giant worm snake thing and immediately interrupted. "What is this giant beast? I will slay it! How do I get there?"</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Eeeeh? A chain?"
"What are you, some sort of nu-metal singer?"
"How lame!"
"Kyahahahahahahaha!"
When the pair had finished cackling at Hazama and his complete failure to impress, Seiga walked over, pulling the chain back and releasing it with a satisfying twang.
"Goodness me, you're adorable.", she chuckled quietly, "You know what? You've amused us, so I'll take you up on that offer. Now, child, what's your plan?"</s>
| <|message|>Dante
Dante - Ice Moon
"Sorry, kid, but I'm one of a kind." Dante grinned. "Being in a garage band doesn't make you famous."
With that, he pulled out and dialed some coordinates into his UMMA standard hand teleporter, opening a swirling rift in space-time. The blue portal rippled ominously, and Dante presented it with a flourish.
"Well, I guess we better get going. I'm late for a party." he said, and disappeared inside, towards parts unknown. The portal wavered, as if it would close soon.</s> |
<|description|>Dante
Age: ~30
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Devil May Cry
Personality: Dante's laid back and carefree. He's rarely phased by anything nor does he take much seriously, probably from having fought hundreds of demons over the years. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy his job, however; he always has a retort ready to rip into someone. This is a man who always has a one liner ready. Always.
Besides hunting devils, the devil hunter possesses a fondness for pizza, strawberry sundaes, and improv theater. He also has an astonishing sense of showmanship, putting on wonderful displays even when nobody is watching.
Deep down, Dante also has his father's love for humanity, and a desire to protect them; this happens to coincide with hunting demons, which he enjoyed doing anyways.
Dante also has very little income, stemming from his failure to collect pay on jobs and liberally handing out freebies, and presumably from massive amounts of property damage.
Dante has terrible luck with women.
Abilities:
Enhanced physiology - Dante's physical strength and reflexes are much higher than a normal human's, allowing him to deliver mighty blows and flip around acrobatically. He's strong enough to carry around and shoulder fire anti-material rifles.
Durable: Dante's survived impalement, electrocution, gunshot wounds to the head and wardrobe, and all manner of beatings. Judging from the Alastor scene, he has the physiology of a jelly doughnut. He's not unkillable, but it takes quite a bit to bring him down
Weapons Master - Dante has a knack for conveniently knowing how to use any Devil Arm he comes across (may or may not involve their being materialized demon souls)
Devil Trigger - The trump card, bringing out the full might of Dante's demonic power and giving him a sweet demon form. This enhances Dante's speed and attack power while also providing a slight health boost. Though its time is limited, it can give the edge in a tight spot.
SSStyle - Whatever he does, he's going to do it fabulously.
Weapons: Dante has access to a wonderful repertoire of Devil Arms and firearms, including
Rebellion - Dante's primary weapon consists of the Rebellion, an unbreakable claymore imbued with demonic power. Thanks to conflicting writing over multiple games, it is both a keepsake from his father AND a manifestation of his own powers.
Ebony and Ivory - Dante's constant companions, these are a pair of custom-built 1911s. Dante's powers magically replenish the bullets, allowing for a bottomless clip.
Coyote A - A sawed off twin-barrel shotgun. This weapon is devastating at close ranges. Don't forget to use the shotgun twitch.
Gilgamesh - A pair of rocket powered gauntlets, with buzzsaw greaves. These weapons transform Dante's hands and feet into destructive hammers.
Lucifer - This shoulder-piece can dispense spikes that can be thrown and exploded with a flourish.
Pandora - A demonic briefcase capable of turning into a variety of ranged weapons; this serves as mobile artillery.
Backstory: Okay time for a crash course on DMC lore.
Two thousand years ago, the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda sealed away the Demon King Mundus, saving humanity. Centuries later, he would go on to bear twin sons, Dante and Vergil. Around the time these twins turned eight, Sparda disappeared and their mother, Eva, was killed by demons sent by Mundus. Dante and Vergil would go their separate ways for years, gaining a strong sibling rivalry and different outlooks of life, which brings us to
DMC3: Vergil comes back and summons an ancient demon tower in an attempt to take Sparda's power. Eventually Dante, with the help of a human demon hunter named Lady, defeat Vergil, sealing him in the demon realm. Dante accepts his heritage as a son of Sparda and embraces his humanity. He also scores the Force Edge and one half of the plot amulet that can open the demon realm.
Ten-ish years pass...
DMC1: Dante is attacked by Trish, a mysterious woman who looks like his mother. She's also a lightning demon created by Mundus. She convinces him to investigate Mallet island. There, he runs into Nelo Angelo, a mysterious knight. It's later revealed that this knight is actually a mind-controlled Vergil being used by Mundus. Worse, Mundus was using the island as a base to invade the human realm. Dante seals Mundus away for until Itsuno decides to bring him back, and decides he doesn't hate Trish, giving her the awakened Sparda sword, and the magical plot amulet.
DMC the Anime: This was a slice of life about Dante babysitting; nothing vitally important happened.
DMC4: Dante sorta mentors a plucky young lad named Nero who has some yet-unexplained connection to Sparda and Vergil. He also goofs around a lot and attacks a cult devoted to Sparda. Speaking honestly, I think he may have been drunk the entire game.
This brings us back to Dante's everyday life of crippling debt, eating copious amounts of pizza, and only being friends with people who have shot and/or impaled him.
All this changed when a freak accident involving the Yamato sent Dante spiraling into a wormhole, lost in a strange and exciting new realm. With a coat on his back and his guns on his hips, Dante set out on his next big adventure, because he has nothing better to do.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Fujiwara no Mokou
Fujiwara no Mokou
Following the swordsman's pronouncement that they should head north, the far older girl offered what seemed to be the only sensible opinion on the subject: "What's the point of going north before we find out where we are?"
---
Kerri the Twice-Betrayer
As the final clasps on her armour were locked, a call came to assemble in the hangar--a call that, for an obvious reason, the fallen knight had no reason to actually head. With the grunts filing in and others--including that brutish green thing that claimed to be an orc despite being far more like a troll--and no huge resistance expected, Kerri dismissed her mount and squire. No sense risking her personal servants with so many troops around. One-of-Many, of course, was staying with her--she hardly trusted the thing to leave her sight for even a minute and it was quite capable of staying out of danger if things turned bad.
Ready for the mission, the blackguard's hands firmly grasped her blade's hilt.</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
@Minder
Kanji, Museum World
After killing the wolf Take-Mikazuchi disappears.
Kanji took a few steps back before any of the ice could get on him or his clothes. As Cinder fell Kanji was about to attack but failed to react in time before she got up and sent out an attack of shards and arrows. Putting up the shield and crouching he was able to block her attack but not without visible marks left on the plate. "This should help us. Matarukaja!" A flash of light quickly surrounds Kanji and Blake before disappearing.</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Shirley - Castle Tepes
Shirley stared blankly for a few moments, slowly drifting back and away from the apparent... salespeople? She was confused, and her nerves were easily-frayed at the best of times. Looking nervously back over her shoulder, she swiftly found that there was no-one else present who could take over for her. No, she was left to try and handle this herself.
Growing ever so slightly more transparent, she took another reflexive breath.
"U-um... well... I... h-her Highness is busy, um..." she trailed off for a few moments before finding her words again, "U-um... are... you with the... um... you-em-em-ay? I-I think that was it..."
Kitchens - Castle Tepes
When some unknown man crashed through the ceiling, the maids were quick to act. Some, the more normal ones, ducked for cover. Others readied themselves for a potential fight. It wasn't their usual duty, but it was all they could do in service of her highness.
A seemingly-human maid calmly pulled two large handguns out from her skirt, as well.
At least they were prepared, but it would soon be proven that they were overreacting in spite of the property damage.
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
Marisa was, certainly, unwilling to let go of anything she had stolen. So for now, at least, the beetles were a good idea.
Feeling the wing whip past her, Marisa cruised towards the buildings that made up Academy City. Excitedly, she cruised between them, lowering as she did to get a good look at anyone below her. She'd find some person who looked interesting and see what she could steal from them. After all, that made the most sense, didn't it? To try and find stuff to steal as quickly as possible? It wasn't like she wasn't planning on heading back, so she had to spend her time wisely. Her eyes scanned the surprised crowds as she zoomed low, doing her best to spot anything remotely exciting.
Black Rock Shooter - Client World 576143290-B
Immediately, all dialogue was replaced with familiar kanji. The screen dissolved to reveal a simple window with various options.
One was labeled "recent coordinates".
"[CLASSIFIED. Proper Clearance Required to Access these Coordinates]"
"120-332-456-780"
"249-000-715-999"
"343-214-898-100"
Below this list, there was a spot that allowed text to be entered, labeled simply "Please Enter Desired Coordinates".
Black Rock Shooter approached. Silently, she peered over Misaka's shoulder at the screen. Logically, this must have been the way the teleportation device was operated. Still the otherself made no comment. Why should she? It was likely that the other girl had guessed something similar. And so she simply silently regarded the number sequences. There was no real indication of where the coordinates lead to...
The blonde girl, meanwhile, was staring concertedly at Suwako's hat.
The School
"Wait a moment," the girl insisted. She flicked the blood from her katana and sheathed it, allowing her cape to drop and conceal her upper body once more. Now that they had cleared the area, it seemed like the perfect time to attempt to explain what was going on. Neither of them looked particularly versed in technology, though at least the girl seemed to have some supernatural abilities given how she ignited the building with no visible exterior methods.
"I have some things to explain," she began, "I'm not sure how much either of you have seen recently, but I'll begin by saying that this is not the world either of you originate from."</s>
| <|message|>Dante
Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens
Dante turned his head at the sound of a pair of slides being pulled back. Pointing a fingergun at the maid, he said "Bang" with a wink before turning to the side. With a singular wave of his hand, Dante was stripped of both his coat and shirt, his lithe, muscular body at the ready.The devil hunter bounced on the balls of his feet, warming up with some shadowboxing.
Next, Dante immediately walked away from the maid, and began pulling several sticks of pepperoni from the bag, tossing it the air before jumping up to meet it. Swinging the Rebellion back and forth, the meat stick soon fell back onto the counter, having been cut into perfect 0.333 centimeter thick slices.</s> |
<|description|>Dante.
Age: Immortal, but looks to be in his early to mid twenties.
Gender: Male.
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon.
Universe of Origin: DmC: Devil May Cry.
Personality: Dante is arrogant and not afraid to push someone right to the edge of attacking him. He can be a tenderhearted person at times, when he isn't attempting to pick a fight with someone or just generally be a rude person. Dante has moments when he actually cares, though they could be akin to finding Atlantis.
Abilities/Weapons:
Thanks to his supernatural lineage, Dante enjoys a myriad of superhuman abilities that make him a force to be reckoned with. He has immense strength and vitality, able to toss cars with ease and not only survive but regenerate from injuries that would be instantly fatal to a mere human, and his nigh-limitless stamina allows him to run and fight continuously without need for rest. Even as a youth, his raw physical strength was suficient to fight off demons and even human authorities; it took a whole battalion of armored police officers to restrain him.
His skill with weapons is exemplary. He possesses uncanny accuracy with firearms, which allows him to fire shots without needing time to aim, or even make complicated trick shots that ricochet off of multiple enemies. In fact, he seems to have an innate finesse with all weapons he encounters, being seemingly able to master weapons without any former training. He also possess enhanced reflexes as he is able to skillfully dodge almost any attack with little effort. Dante can also glide through the air by channeling demonic energy into a angelic weapon allowing him to propel through the air.
Dante wields Rebellion, a sword given to him by his father that can morph into different types of other weapons. Its forms include a demonic battleaxe named Arbiter, an angelic scythe named Osiris, demonic gauntlets named Eryx, an angelic pair of shurikens named Aquila, and a claw-like grappling hook named Ophion.
He also has Ebony & Ivory, a pair of semi-automatic pistols; one silver, Ivory, and one black, Ebony. Dante also wields a shotgun called the Revenant and a dart-shooting gun called Kablooey.
Backstory: (Note, backstory contains spoilers!)
Dante is the child of an angel named Eva and the demon Sparda, and seemingly hunts down other demons in the twisted shadows of Limbo City, while slowly coming to grips with his ethereal powers. Dante grew up in various institutions, orphanages, youth correction facilities, and foster homes, but these were mostly operated by demons, and often resulted in torture and violence. Dante has therefore developed a deep hatred of demons and authority in general, but tries to stay incognito.
In spite of this, he attracts attention thanks to his violent tendencies and the actions of the demons against him. Dante is not subtle in his war against them, even going so far as punching out a bouncer in front of a group of people in order to enter a nightclub run by demons. The demons are even less subtle when fighting Dante, perfectly willing to tear apart Limbo City to subdue him. These mutual acts of sabotage have allowed the demons to use the media to portray Dante as public enemy number one.
After a raucous night of booze-fueled promiscuity, Dante wakes up to a young woman warning him that he's in danger. As Dante opens the door, the girl explains that he left a trail for a Hunter Demon to follow, and Dante is subsequently dragged into Limbo. After acrobatically getting dressed, Dante is guided through the Bellevue Pier's carnival by the girl, who introduces herself as Kat, a psychic medium who can see him in Limbo. Upon defeating his demon pursuer, it referred to him as "Son of Sparda," to Dante's confusion, and taunted the young man that he had been found. After returning to the human dimension, Dante is asked by Kat to come with her and meet her boss. Reluctantly, Dante accepts the proposal to repay the assistance Kat gave him at the pier.
Along the way, Kat explains that she is part of The Order, a rogue group led by who Dante calls "that masked freak on the 'net," hell-bent on exposing the demons to the world and releasing Limbo City from their clutches. The leader of The Order introduces himself as Vergil, and asks Dante about his past, which he remembers very little of thanks to a bout of meningitis when he was younger. Vergil explains that he too had lost his memory, but the instances that cause their amnesia was something only humans suffered from. Vergil explains that Dante is exceedingly important, and with his help The Order can bring down the demons. Dante scoffs at the idea, but Vergil pleads with Dante to at least let him show Dante their shared past.
Recapping their destiny, Dante asks how they can end Mundus' reign, and avenge their fallen family, but before Vergil can explain more, a Spotter finds the brothers and pulls Dante into Limbo. After fighting his way to a gate Kat made, Vergil explains to Dante the more insidious side of Mundus' actions, and outlines the plans to take out the Raptor News Network for its demonic propaganda, and the Virility Plant that brews the spiked energy drink of the same name. During Kat and Dante's journey to the Virility factory, Dante is once again pulled into the demonic dimension. As he fights his way through the twisted streets, he learns a bit more about Kat, who was taught much of her psychic abilities with Vergil's help. Once they arrive at the Virility Plant, Kat guides Dante from the mixing room and to a rift where she can spray paint a glyph to bring Dante into Limbo. From Limbo, Dante makes his way back to the mixing room, where he finds grotesque tubes feeding into the mixing tanks that people sampled cups of Virility from.
Kat helps Dante descend to the bottom of the mixing room's center air duct, where he soon confronts the "secret ingredient," a disgusting, monstrous slug-like Succubus demon hooked up to the same cords and tubes that lined the walls of the factory. During his battle with the Succubus, Dante systematically removes the demon's intubation until she falls into a river of what could only be years of her own vomit, where Dante then forces her into an industrial fan at the back of her chamber, which promptly tears her apart.
Within the Raptor News Tower, Dante and Barbas face off, with the demon badmouthing the young Nephilim and riling him up, even breaking up the fight to show Dante a newscast that local enforcement agencies found Kat and the ringleader of The Order, and were mobilizing on their headquarters. An angry Dante subdues Barbas with bullets from his twin pistols, and then quickly hurries back to The Order.
Dante gets pulled into Limbo upon his arrival at The Order's headquarters, just as SWAT teams are entering the compound. Dante watches in horror as the armed forces mercilessly kill any members of the Order they come across, while specifically searching for Kat. When Dante finally reaches Kat's location, she guides him down to the server room where Vergil is holed up. In the server room, Vergil helps Kat to expunge terabytes of data and back it up to a secure location, while Dante fights off incoming waves of demons. When all is done, Kat sets up the headquarters to self-destruct, and Vergil intends to leave her behind while he and Dante escape from Limbo. Dante stays behind to comfort Kat, instructing her on how to endure being taken into custody just as SWAT teams swarm through the server room, shooting Kat in the arm, and then beating her into unconsciousness as Dante watches helplessly from Limbo. With Kat dragged away, Dante meets up with Vergil.
Some time later, Vergil receives a video message of Mundus requesting to trade Kat for the Nephilim, Dante. Vergil is surprised to know that Mundus still doesn't know of his existence as a Nephilim as well, but nonetheless denies Dante the opportunity of saving Kat's life. Dante then offers up the information about Lilith and her unborn demon child, and the two brothers come to an agreement of kidnapping Lilith in exchange for bringing Mundus away from Silversacks Towers and possibly saving Kat. Dante returns to Devil's Dalliance and attempts to engage Lilith when she drags him into Limbo, and forces him to run through a Reality TV-like gauntlet in order to reach her. As Dante meets with Lilith face to face, she mutters of her intentions of bringing Dante's corpse to Mundus to earn favor, and even brings out their demon spawn to help battle the Nephilim.
Back at the safehouse, Kat informs the twins on what she learned while being held captive in the Silver Sacks Tower, where she used her astral projection to snoop around the grounds in Limbo. With this information, the remnants of The Order make one final attempt to reach Mundus, with Dante storming in through the front doors while Vergil sneaks in from the back, helping Dante reach higher up in the tower by taking down security protocols. Near the apex of the tower, Dante finally squares off against Drekavac a final time, routing the demon before moving on. Meeting up with Vergil, the two make their way through the Furnace of Souls, a desolate space of fiery captive souls and crag. At the top, Dante helps Vergil reactivate the generators that power the vault to Mundus' office, and once open, the two being the final phase of their plan.
Dante, tasked with drawing Mundus away from the Hell Gate, infuriates the demon king with snide comments about demon-kind and particularly Mundus' child. Mundus blasts Dante out of the office, and then rushes into him, the two of them flying out of Silversacks and onto a nearby roof. With his chance upon him, Vergil uses the Yamato to close the Hell Gate, cutting off Mundus from his immortality, and capturing his demonic soul in the human vessel Kyle Ryder. However, Mundus is still a formidable opponent, and attempts to tear out Dante's heart until he is stabbed in the back by Vergil. Mundus falls off the roof and onto a car, but instead of perishing, energy swarms around his body, and debris gathers together, forming a colossal entity of Malice, concrete, and iron. Together, the Nephilim work to take down Mundus, and expose the soul-locked body of Kyle Ryder at its core. With Mundus defeated and the Hell Gate closed, there's is nothing left to sustain Limbo, and the demonic dimension deteriorates, and demons are left in plain sight for the entire world to see.
With social media and news organizations buzzing with recent events, Dante, Kat, and Vergil look out over the city from what's left of the playground the brothers frequented as children. Vergil thanks Dante for all his help, and begins to outline his plan for ruling over humankind, which both Dante and Kat disagree with, having thought they were fighting for their freedom. Dante deduces that Vergil was only after freedom for the Nephilim, so they could live without fear of reprisal from a demon king, and Vergil claims that humans are frail, like children, and that humanity needs protection from itself. The only way to ensure that is for the Nephilim brothers to rule over the lesser race. Vergil, astounded at Dante's reaction, claims that it was them, the two Nephilim that save the humans. Angry, Dante emphasizes that without a human - Kat - they wouldn't have been able to free mankind, and would have failed miserably. Vergil states that if Dante wants no part in ruling the humans, then he should stand aside and let his brother rule alone. Dante lashes out, yelling that he didn't help his brother defeat Mundus so he could take his place, where suddenly Phineas' parting words made all too much sense.
Dante can't allow his own flesh and blood to rule over the people he had just freed, and Vergil can't let his brother obstruct his bid for domination. With the two brother's at odds, they cross swords. As the two Nephilim battled, Dante continually pleaded with his brother to reconsider, to no avail. In the end, Dante had no choice but to unleash the devil inside him and run Vergil through the heart with Rebellion. Unsure of what to do, Dante forced Vergil to the ground, impaling him with his sword until Kat begged him to let him live. Sheathing his sword, Dante helps Vergil to his feet, and declares that the world is under his protection. Vergil responds that his brother has chosen the wrong side, and that he'll never be human. Opening a dimensional rift with Yamato, Vergil mutters "I loved you, brother" before disappearing through the portal.
Dante is left questioning who he really is, and Kat succinctly replies that he is Dante—"nothing more and nothing less."
Faction: No Faction, but he would likely side with the UMMA.</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
Every Saiyan warrior possessed a voracious appetite. It was how they fueled their bodies, after all. Raditz took the piece of pizza and, in a feat of great power, consumed it in two whole bites. Delicious!
"Tell me where I can find more of this pizza! I need more of it!" Raditz declared. This would be the perfect battery to fuel him for future battles!
Then he started paying attention to the screen that the girl was using. He saw the picture of the giant worm snake thing and immediately interrupted. "What is this giant beast? I will slay it! How do I get there?"</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Eeeeh? A chain?"
"What are you, some sort of nu-metal singer?"
"How lame!"
"Kyahahahahahahaha!"
When the pair had finished cackling at Hazama and his complete failure to impress, Seiga walked over, pulling the chain back and releasing it with a satisfying twang.
"Goodness me, you're adorable.", she chuckled quietly, "You know what? You've amused us, so I'll take you up on that offer. Now, child, what's your plan?"</s>
<|message|>Dante
Dante - Ice Moon
"Sorry, kid, but I'm one of a kind." Dante grinned. "Being in a garage band doesn't make you famous."
With that, he pulled out and dialed some coordinates into his UMMA standard hand teleporter, opening a swirling rift in space-time. The blue portal rippled ominously, and Dante presented it with a flourish.
"Well, I guess we better get going. I'm late for a party." he said, and disappeared inside, towards parts unknown. The portal wavered, as if it would close soon.</s>
| <|message|>Dante.
The Other Dante: Ice Moon
"Right, right. Let's get going. Wait... garage band?" Dante said irritably as the portal opened. "You're late for a party... I'm late for preventing my brother from ruling the world." He spoke with an exasperated tone. "You know, I just love chasing people through portals too." Dante disappeared into the portal, leaving the other Dante to place his hand onto his palm and shake his head. "Alright." He followed suit, leaving the world behind him for a whole other place.</s> |
<|description|>Seiga Kaku
Age: ~1400
Gender: F
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Gensokyo
Personality: The wicked hermit Seiga Kaku is a whimsical sort of person whose vocabulary fails to include phrases such as "trespassing", "private property", and "the sancticity of human life". She's the type of person who becomes interested quickly, and tends to lose interest just as fast. Overall, her primary interests are spreading Taoism and preserving her own existence by any means necessary.
Also, on Christmas Eve she dresses up like Santa and robs people, selling their own belongings back to them later. What a jerk.
Abilities:
Capable of Passing Through Walls: Seiga's most prominent power is the ability to create holes in walls using the chisel she wears as a hairpin, which close a short while later. She has been said to have issues bypassing certain walls- it seems to be harder the more porous and soft the wall is, as a rubber cage is described as an effective deterrent.
Abilities as a Shikaisen: Like all hermits, Seiga has the ability to hide her home, so that only one who knows a specific series of movements is capable of reaching it. Additionally, she is capable of surviving indefinitely on nothing more than fog, and in spite of her appearance her body is said to be tougher than steel. Finally, she has hidden her soul away inside of an object, though it is unknown what object or where it is located. As such, she is capable of changing her appearance as she likes.
Abilities as a Taoist: As a Taoist magician that discovered and completed the steps necessary to become a shikaisen and has shown herself capable of creating a jiang-shi, it can be assumed Seiga has a general knowledge of sorcery. Additionally, like many touhous, Seiga is capable of flight as well as tossing out excessive amounts of bullets and lasers pretty much whenever.
Equipment:
A jiang-shi of unknown age created by Seiga, Yoshika doesn't understand her own past due to the decayed state of her brain, and Seiga refuses to speak of how or why the creature came to be. Pieced-together evidence indicates Yoshika was fatally poisoned at a fairly young age by unknown means, and her family, if she had one, failed to investigate this further. She seems to have enjoyed poetry at some point in her life, jusdging by her actions when left unattended in the Myouren Temple graveyard. As far as recent history goes, she guarded the Grand Masouleum for at least two years prior to the events of the Ten Desires incident. From the Ten Desires incident onwards, she has been reunited with her master, following Seiga wherever she goes.
As far as abilities go, Yoshika possesses the ability to eat anything, along with the abilities possessed by jiang-shi, such as the ability to turn others into jiang-shi with a bite (temporarily if they survive the bite, permanently if it kills them), the ability to drain qi, and an inability to feel pain or fatigue, among others. Overall, Yoshika isn't very bright, but she's incredibly loyal to her master.
Backstory:
A wicked hermit from China, nobody is sure of Seiga's past before she met Toyosatomimi no Miko. The two worked together for a time, Seiga teaching Miko and her subordinates the steps necessary to achieve immortality as a shikaisen. Later, legends of Toyosatomimi faded from prominence, and the Grand Mausoleum where they hid themselves to escape their natural deaths (later being sealed within by Buddhist monks) was transported to Gensokyo. Later still, the Taoists, including Seiga, were involved in an incident wherein a large number of divine spirits appeared in Gensokyo. After receiving the standard Gensokyo welcome from Reimu, she settled down.
Later, after escaping the most recent attempt on her life by one of Hell's assassins, Seiga discovered her lax lifestyle had made her incapable of defeating a kishin chief in combat, and was forced to flee beyond the Great Hakurei Barrier, unable to return until she was powerful enough to defeat her assassin. Being lazy and possessing an aversion to hard work of any kind, Seiga has decided that, rather than train, she'll simply find a weapon capable of exterminating a kishin and call it a day.
Faction: Taoist</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes Kitchens
"I'm no cat, I'm a Khajiit. A Cathay-raht, to be exact. And I don't use my claws that often, unless you're wanting to go weaponless. I have a collection of wooden swords we could easily shrink down." Looking the man over, she figured it'd be quite an even fight on just swordplay alone. Well, if not for the fact he used only one blade while she wielded two.</s>
<|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
Compared to other motocross runs, this gig was going to be simple. All that Chuck needed to do was just drive past the horrific tendrils and keep the bike intact. The fact the course was smooth, instead of being far more rugged as they usually were, was going to make maneuvering easier. But that really wasn't ever a problem for Chuck. This hover-bike would do just fine. After all it was already zipping down the track with ease. In fact it was causing a few of the droids a bit of trouble in catching up to record the footage for broadcasting.
The tendrils from before submerged themselves into the depths from whence they came. However that didn't stop other tendrils from rising and trying to drag the Chuck and the hover-bike down. But with his driving capabilities he managed to speed past another series of tentacles, zipping down the track once more.
But of course, things wouldn't be as peachy as he was approaching the half stretch. This time the tentacles shot up in front of him like a wall. The bike slammed right into it, as the speed of the collision caused Chuck to slam into one of them. He was a bit bruised, and his nose was now bloodied from the impact. But it was nothing that hasn't happened to him before. And the motor-bike was still usable, albeit dented.
As the tendril warped to get around him, Chuck regained his senses and lunged back on-top of the seat of his hover-bike. However two of the tentacles were gripping onto the hover-bike. Chuck reached his hands seemingly into his pockets as he pulled out his Paddle-saw. He stared at the tentacles, "Hands off my bike."
With that said he began swinging the active chainsaws to smack the tendrils. The roaring chainsaws were ripping into the flesh of the two. They quickly receded back into the depths. The other eight were slamming towards Chuck. Again he swung the Paddle-saw at the other tendrils, just like if it was a crowd of zombies that needed to be dispatched.
Not wanting to get struck anymore the tendrils again sank into the depths. Chuck returned his Paddle-saw from whence it came, and then sat back on the bike. "Right, well let's get back to it." He noted to himself as he sped off once more down the Athas track. After all he did need to complete the gig.</s>
<|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis
"So... they most likely have teleporter things," Geo simplified, "And all we gotta do is keep them away from this room?" He asked. It seemed simple enough. And Jack seemed reliable enough to keep the gem safe just in case anyone managed to give them the slip.
Omega-Xis patted Geo's shoulders emphatically and responded, "Looks like it, kiddo. Say! How 'bout we turn into Mega Man here right quick. Ain't gonna harm us none, and who knows if those guys will rear their heads around while we make our game plan?"
Geo sighed at the suggestion. He knew he just wanted an excuse to go "buck wild" on baddies as soon as possible, but he couldn't deny that it'd be convenient to be ready for action just in case. Still, though... Saying his key phrase in front of everyone and outside of a situation sounded just a tad bit embarrassing.
He met the alien halfway and just slipped his Hunter-VG onto his arm for the time being. "There. It hardly takes two seconds to transform, we can do later." Omega-Xis just groaned in protest, though he decided not to push it further for now.</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Gintoki
Gintoki stared blankly at the Frankenstein maid for a good minute or so ,a completely blank expression on his face as he tried to think of a response. How the heck did...?
Wait, no. This wasn't a place of conventional logic. For all he knew, that girl just thought he was some sorta cliche-ass tsundere. Boy, would THAT be a fun hole to dig himself out of.
"...In... In what context did you get that out of?" he asked, looking at the maid as if she had grown a third head (or, to put it into a better perspective, as if she had suddenly become a normal human). "I just needed to to take a little breather outside. Place felt stuffy."
Nobody should have to find about of his distaste for ghosts, especially not here. ESPECIALLY not in a world likely to be filled by them. Screw that.
Kakine
"Well... I guess it can't be helped..." Kakine sighed. But since Crowley never actually told anyone any contact info (instead opting to tap directly into communications devices)...
"I already know, dear clone." said a voice that seemed to be originating from 10032's goggles. Of course he'd take that route.
"Although the girl does not seem to be causing massive amounts of mayhem as I had expected her to, you two are still at fault for letting her roam about as she has. I would appreciate it if the whole city wasn't aware of our new guest, especially given how they have acted in the past."
With that, the speakers clicked off, and Kakine sighed. They were going to get chewed out for this one for sure.
Touma and Index
"The tiny one...? Oh shoot, where's Othinus?" Touma asked, panicking for a moment before looking at Marisa's hat. It seemed to be the only place she could reasonably fit the miniature former Magic God, so...!
Before he could pull the hat off of Marisa's head, though, the witch immediately attempted to fly off to somewhere else in the city. Not on his watch!
Lunging for the broom, Touma managed to barely catch a hold on the tool with his left hand as it began to lift off of the air. After swinging around for a few seconds as it rose higher and higher off the ground, Touma swung his right hand - Imagine Breaker - at Marisa's hat, hoping to grab it. He hit the broom instead.
Hazama
If Terumi was here, Hazama was certain than by now this place would already be a smoking crater. However much of a genius the dude was, he couldn't take a hit for his life.
Well, it's not like he fared much better, Luckily, he had managed to redirect some of the grimoire's power into keeping his nerves from firing off left and right, but it only had about as much effect as anesthesia would... Minus the lack of movement, of course. Still hurt like a bitch.
Then Seiga hit the bone, and everything went to shit.
Hazama's arms immediately started releasing his trademark green aura, which quickly spread out around them both and through every single wound he had sustained up until that point before beginning to rapidly mend everything back together. The process also released quite a bit of seithr, which was... Alarming, if anything. By then, the pain had subsided, but a larger issue was at hand.
"Erm. Well. About that..." Hazama trailed off as the last of the cuts regenerated. Well, if using the Azure Grimoire taught him anything, it was that wounds didn't stick around. The energy reformed into a single amorphous blob enclosing his arms that looked vaguely like a giant snake; the energy also seemed to emanate enormous killing intent, empowered by the Remnant he was using to power Ouroboros. Well, he wasn't going to use a Fang attack anytime soon, so Hazama flicked his arms and caused the energy to dissipate and become seithr once more.
"Self-defense mechanism. Don't worry about it too much." he said, flexing his muscles to check if they had reformed in place. They had.
Well, he wasn't wrong about the defense part, per se. But... That cut meant his time in this world was probably coming to a close, be it in a few days or a few weeks. Either way, it was a ticking time bomb now.
"But yeah, that's why I asked for an alternative. Was hoping it didn't involve messing around with my skeleton."</s>
| <|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Oh, dear, that's no good. Just your skeleton, is it?", Seiga frowned, "Well, I didn't want to do this, but I suppose it's necessary. See, for such a ritual to work, the salve has to permeate all layers. Skin, muscle, tendon, blood, and bone. If we can't damage your skeleton, well, I'm afraid one clean slice isn't going to do it; I just can't cut with that sort of accuracy. Nope, nothing for it."
Seiga shrugged and set the containers on the table.
"I'm going to have to flay your hands and cut them manually.", she sighed and rubbed her temples, "Gracious, what a chore... but for a cutie like you, I'm willing to go the extra mile~.", she gave Hazama a playful wink and strolled over to a cabinet in the corner of the room, opening a drawer and retrieving an old potato peeler.
"Whenever you're ready, just set your hands down on that counter on the far side of the room. I'll be right over. Oh-", she turned around and pointed at Yoshika, "You know, I suppose we could have her do it. She eats just about anything, you see, so it'll be faster than doing it by hand. Your decision, really."</s> |
<|description|>Seiga Kaku
Age: ~1400
Gender: F
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Gensokyo
Personality: The wicked hermit Seiga Kaku is a whimsical sort of person whose vocabulary fails to include phrases such as "trespassing", "private property", and "the sancticity of human life". She's the type of person who becomes interested quickly, and tends to lose interest just as fast. Overall, her primary interests are spreading Taoism and preserving her own existence by any means necessary.
Also, on Christmas Eve she dresses up like Santa and robs people, selling their own belongings back to them later. What a jerk.
Abilities:
Capable of Passing Through Walls: Seiga's most prominent power is the ability to create holes in walls using the chisel she wears as a hairpin, which close a short while later. She has been said to have issues bypassing certain walls- it seems to be harder the more porous and soft the wall is, as a rubber cage is described as an effective deterrent.
Abilities as a Shikaisen: Like all hermits, Seiga has the ability to hide her home, so that only one who knows a specific series of movements is capable of reaching it. Additionally, she is capable of surviving indefinitely on nothing more than fog, and in spite of her appearance her body is said to be tougher than steel. Finally, she has hidden her soul away inside of an object, though it is unknown what object or where it is located. As such, she is capable of changing her appearance as she likes.
Abilities as a Taoist: As a Taoist magician that discovered and completed the steps necessary to become a shikaisen and has shown herself capable of creating a jiang-shi, it can be assumed Seiga has a general knowledge of sorcery. Additionally, like many touhous, Seiga is capable of flight as well as tossing out excessive amounts of bullets and lasers pretty much whenever.
Equipment:
A jiang-shi of unknown age created by Seiga, Yoshika doesn't understand her own past due to the decayed state of her brain, and Seiga refuses to speak of how or why the creature came to be. Pieced-together evidence indicates Yoshika was fatally poisoned at a fairly young age by unknown means, and her family, if she had one, failed to investigate this further. She seems to have enjoyed poetry at some point in her life, jusdging by her actions when left unattended in the Myouren Temple graveyard. As far as recent history goes, she guarded the Grand Masouleum for at least two years prior to the events of the Ten Desires incident. From the Ten Desires incident onwards, she has been reunited with her master, following Seiga wherever she goes.
As far as abilities go, Yoshika possesses the ability to eat anything, along with the abilities possessed by jiang-shi, such as the ability to turn others into jiang-shi with a bite (temporarily if they survive the bite, permanently if it kills them), the ability to drain qi, and an inability to feel pain or fatigue, among others. Overall, Yoshika isn't very bright, but she's incredibly loyal to her master.
Backstory:
A wicked hermit from China, nobody is sure of Seiga's past before she met Toyosatomimi no Miko. The two worked together for a time, Seiga teaching Miko and her subordinates the steps necessary to achieve immortality as a shikaisen. Later, legends of Toyosatomimi faded from prominence, and the Grand Mausoleum where they hid themselves to escape their natural deaths (later being sealed within by Buddhist monks) was transported to Gensokyo. Later still, the Taoists, including Seiga, were involved in an incident wherein a large number of divine spirits appeared in Gensokyo. After receiving the standard Gensokyo welcome from Reimu, she settled down.
Later, after escaping the most recent attempt on her life by one of Hell's assassins, Seiga discovered her lax lifestyle had made her incapable of defeating a kishin chief in combat, and was forced to flee beyond the Great Hakurei Barrier, unable to return until she was powerful enough to defeat her assassin. Being lazy and possessing an aversion to hard work of any kind, Seiga has decided that, rather than train, she'll simply find a weapon capable of exterminating a kishin and call it a day.
Faction: Taoist</s>
<|message|>Hazama
Gintoki
Gintoki sprang to his feet as he noticed the sobbing maid returning to him with his water, and as she started to cry about the situation of the mansion he immediately felt as guilty as they came. Well, technically, it was Frankenmaid's fault for misunderstanding basically every sign he had given off, but as they were he definitely couldn't leave things off as they were now. Downing the water in one gulp (damn, even the WATER felt spooky!), Gintoki rushed off to block the maid's crying return to wherever the hell it is that she would go and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Okay, this is going to seriously give me a bad time tonight if I don't straighten this out right now. Look. I do not hate the mansion. I do not dislike it. It is fine. But not everyone has the same tastes as you or your mistress do. Alright? You did FINE keeping the place nice and tidy. Listen. I spend a lot of time outside. Fresh air? It's nice. It's calming. The atmosphere in there, especially knowing that there's an incoming invasion? Tense. Do. You. Un. Der. Stand. Me? This is nobody's fault. Just. Stop. Crying."
Okay, that... Well, if he had to be blunt, might as well go the whole way, right? Maybe with this, he'd get this Frankenmaid to stop bawling her eyes out (literally AND figuratively). Hopefully, at least.
Kakine
Just as Kakine was about to answer the blue-haired girl, 10032 conveniently stepped in and saved him the trouble. Well, that certainly resolved the issue much faster than he would have... At least, without looking half as awkward as he had been just now.
"...Right. As my friend here said, my name is Kakine Teitoku. We've been sent here to report on some sort of temporal anomaly that happened to occur right here... And, as you've probably guessed already, that's you. That aside, the place you are right now is labeled as District 15 of Academy City. If it's not too much of a hassle, I can fill you in on some more details... In a bit. My colleague and I were initially on our way to deal with another disturbance in the region as per some orders from the higher-ups, so if you'd accompany us that'd be in our best interests."
Well, it wasn't exactly the smoothest of explanations, but for now it'd have to do. Heck, if Crowley wanted to see Marisa the second she leaped through the gate, who knows what kind of hell she could unleash on the city if left unchecked?
Touma, Index, and Othinus
"Dress me up?! I am not a toy for you to play around with! Not a dog, nor a cat- I AM NOT A PET!" Othinus yelled from inside the witch's pocket, kicking and pounding away at the cloth she could never hope to break. "I demand to be let out this instant!"
As Othinus was busy kicking up a storm and Touma was busy trying to shove all of the assorted junk off of his body, Index found her way towards the pile of good and began to sift through them curiously. her eyes widened in shock as she began to recognize a few of the tools scattered around the floor.
"The Necronomicon, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, an original copy of the Book of the Dead...! You shouldn't even have these! What kind of thief...?!" Index asked incredulously, staring at the pile. "And in a HAT, no less! You have no respect nor fear for any of these artifacts! Just who are you to...?!"
By then, Touma had finally made his way out of the assortment of stuff dumped on top of him and was gasping for breath off to the side. Though definitely winded from that unexpected barrage, he definitely had enough to stand back up and keep on moving.
"...I'll explain it if you let Othinus go. Regardless of your intentions, if she goes missing, then the world will tip towards war again!"
Though that statement was a biiiiit extreme, it did have a hint of truth to it... Especially after what happened before Othinus became so dang tiny.
Hazama
Uh... Huh. Well, that didn't look... Quite legible at all, really. But luckily, he had resources to spare. Coming into contact with language that had no semblance to what he was used to was apparently a common occurrence when working with interdimensional colleagues, so if worst came to worst he could just run it through a tranlator. Damn, those SE goons had some pretty spiffy tech. A grimoire would've been more convenient, but damn it all if those weren't too overspecialized for their own good. His first job there, after all, was to make a fuckton of grimoires for the personnel higher-up on the 'food chain' to use, so he at LEAST knew that much. That repurposed tablet, though... That'd do nicely.
Seiga's spell didn't really disorient him much, if at all; given that Terumi had spent who knows HOW long floating around in the Boundary, such a site, though irritating, reminded him that he still had another job to do... Elsewhere.
"No problem, no problem at all." Hazama said, turning around to leave the basement through the stairwell to the ground level and scanning the letter with the tablet. "Something something Crown Prince, huh? I'll be right back."
With that, Hazama pulled out a small, one-button remote from his coat and activated it, causing a portal to appear in front of him towards an old mausoleum. Well, hopefully the dialogue interpretation of the system didn't flip the fuck out on him, because a place of the dead was probably nowhere near where he wanted to go to look for a prince.
Well, actually, there was that one Hamlet kid... Oh, whatever. Crazy hermit had a fucking zombie at her side, nothing was too far-fetched at this point.
"I'll leave this thing open if you need me." he said, stepping through the gap in between dimensions and in front of a large ornate building.
"Welp. Let's get this over with."</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
Well, that's one way to explain something. "Perhaps you can call me something other than 'anomaly,'" Lucina said, somewhat indignantly. "My name is Lucina. And I have a question before we go..."
Lucina turned to Misaka. "Do you always narrate what you do?" she asked with a deadpan expression.
Lucina felt somewhat agitated; if they had to check if she was a threat, then where was she? She had no comrades backing her up...
Lucina, regardless, followed Kakine and Misaka to wherever-they-were-going, hoping for some information.</s>
| <|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
Seiga closed the hole in dimensions, pinching the bridge of her nose in mild irritation. No matter, this would be fine. She picked up the tablet Hazama had left on the floor next to his hologram machine. Noting his destination, she fiddled with it for a bit, finding a call button. She pressed it, Hazama's side picking up immediately.
"Excuse me, Mister Incompetent? You seem to have come to the wrong address. I'm looking, and... yes, I'm afraid that's nowhere NEAR the right universe.", she sighed, "You know, if you're illiterate, you could have just told me. Trust me, it couldn't lower my opinion of you any further. Of course, had you just taken the hole I went to the trouble of making for you, it wouldn't be an issue, but you didn't, so I suppose you'll be taking the hard way around. See, from what I've been told, the place I've asked you to deliver to? It has a... field, of sorts, around it that stops conventional travel. My holes can make it through, but your little thing? Yeah, not going to happen. Take it as a test of your resourcefulness, I suppose."
With that, Seiga nonchalantly hit the end call button, crushed the tablet, and chucked it into a corner.
"Where does he have to go, Nyan-Nyan?"
"Oh, the home of some forgettable organization that takes care of stragglers like him. I think they call it... Yggdrasil."
"Are we gonna wait for him?"
"Pfft, no. I'm taking one more trip, then we're leaving. If he does complete that wild goose chase I've sent him on and tracks us down afterwards, well, I suppose we'll have to fulfill our end of the bargain. Till then, we've no further obligation to him."
"What's a wild goose chase?"
"It's a task to get something that's very hard and very stupid to get hold of. In this case, the signature of a high-ranking official, Ms. Knox. She's known for being... uncooperative, to say the least. Say, Yoshika?"
"Uh?"
"'Prince' is the proper term for one such as that, is it not?"
"If Nyan-Nyan says so, then it's true for definite!"
"You're such a good girl, Yoshika. Now then, guard the house while I'm away.", Seiga grabbed a large burlap sack, "I'll just snatch a few and we'll test them at home, okay?"
"Okaaaaay!"
Seiga slipped into the floor once more, gliding through the earth. Luckily, they weren't recognizing anyone's achievements in outstanding cruelty or some such thing today, so it would be a painfully easy task to stuff a few Teigu in a bag and bail. Of course, had Seiga been a normal thief, she'd find this vault more or less impossible, given that it was plated in a metal thought to be indestructible, kept on around-the-clock watch, and was located deep underground within the palace treasury. Seiga was not a normal thief.
Indeed, had they been out on display, under the watching eyes of the prime minister, his guards, and one or more of his loyal retainers- that'd be some serious trouble. The kind of thing a master thief would go after. Seiga was not a master thief, either.
She simply burrowed through the treasury wall once again, into the nigh-impenetrable orichalcum-plated vault which had been the death of many a spy. She hummed quietly as she snatched up anything that seemed interesting and relatively easy-to-carry. A book, a breastplate, a paintbrush, a ring, a mask, all stuffed into a sack with no real ceremony. Her work finished, she tunneled back to meet Yoshika.
"Come, Yoshika.", Seiga said as she opened a hole in the wall between worlds, leading to her secret retreat, "Our work here is done."
"Sure thing, Nyan-Nyan!"
And with that, they left, hole closing behind them.</s> |
<|description|>Chuck Greene
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Dead Rising
Personality: Chuck is a no-nonsense man used to living in a nonsensical world. Though he means well, he often says exactly the wrong thing at the worst possible time. Chuck has a strong sense of justice, and will do anything to protect his loved ones and friends. His abrasive nature often gets him in trouble with the local authorities.
Abilities/Weapons:
Heroic Resolve: Chuck is impossibly durable. Able to take bullets, chainsaws, zombie bites, and explosives many times over without perishing, it's a wonder he is still so handsome after what he's been through.
Arbitrary Resourcefulness: Chuck is a dab hand at mechanics, electronics, medicine, biology, combustion mechanics, and the art of warfare. Oddly enough, this only applies when Chuck is either trying to kill something or making weapons to kill something. It's often suggested that, if Chuck were to broaden his horizons and realize that everything he does is killing something in a way, he could conquer the world within the week.
Driver's License: Chuck is a master at racing motorcycles. Somehow, this translates into exceptional skills at piloting golf carts, forklifts, train cars, starships, trucks, and mecha. When pressed, he cannot adequately explain how to operate these vehicles, suggesting some mystical driving force behind it.
Lightning Metabolism: Even though it should logically be impossible, Chuck can recover from any nonfatal wounds instantaneously through eating food. His digestive tract is equally fantastic, being capable of consuming, holding down, and digesting entire pizzas within seconds.
His metabolism extends to any toxic or debilitating chemicals he consumes. He will suffer the effects of alcohol, food, or chemical poisoning for mere fractions of a minute at a time, before immediately returning to peak form.
Paddlesaw: One of Chuck's favorite weapons, the Paddlesaw is a pair of chainsaws crudely duct-taped to a massive kayak paddle. Chuck uses this as both a paddle for wading through seas of zombified meat and a horribly unwieldy bo staff, to great effect. It is significantly more durable than one would think, and the chainsaws do not appear to need fuel.
Knife Gloves: Another of Chuck's favorite weapons, the Knife Gloves are six mundane kitchen knives embedded in a set of oversized novelty boxing gloves. Given impossible strength through Chuck's eldritch usage of nothing but duct tape, these knives are fully capable of slashing military kevlar to ribbons and cleaving flesh from bone with only a single wild swing.
Katey Greene: Does not accompany him on his adventures. That would be just stupid. She stays at his luxury apartment on Yggdrasil. Despite the UMMA's extensive medical science research, they could not find a way to cure her condition. However, they did find a way to manufacture Zombrex. The UMMA gladly provides Katey with Zombrex, so long as Chuck remains faithful to them and provides the UMMA's citizens with thrilling entertainment.
Backstory: Born in 1983, Chuck's childhood was rather mundane. Through unknown means, he became a star motocross champion, and travelled across the country to show off his driving skills.
Along the way, he met his future wife Pam Greene, and together they had a lovely daughter named Katey. The trio were inseparable, following Chuck wherever he went, and offering support whenever he was down.
Tragedy struck when a catastrophic outbreak broke out in Las Vegas in 2008, just as Chuck and his family were about to enter it. Unable to escape the city before Pam was infected and zombified, Pam managed to infect Katey before being brought down by Chuck. Together, Chuck and Katey narrowly escape Las Vegas before the city was wiped out.
Now forced to constantly buy the miracle anti-zombification drug Zombrex for his ailing daughter, Chuck worked himself to the bone. Any motocross event that would take him, Chuck joined. Barely managing to make a living between buying Zombrex and maintaining his prized motorcycle, Chuck was a wreck of a man.
Barely three years later, tragedy struck Chuck again as he was trapped in Fortune City just as another zombie outbreak began. Forced to fend for his life for his daughter's sake, Chuck managed to not only rescue a number of civilians, but uncover and destroy the insidious operations of both supposed instigator Tyrone King and the dangerously opportunistic pharmaceuticals company Phenotrans. After a harrowing series of fights against both Phenotrans' chief operative and the eternally-ungrateful Tyrone King,
Life for Chuck Greene had changed quite a bit since the outbreak. Still a loving father with a loving daughter and a potential flame in political activist Stacey Forsythe, Chuck became more active in uncovering all of Phenotrans' dirty laundry. Without anyone to help him find leads, Chuck Greene resorted to old-fashioned bare-knuckle investigations, sneaking into labs and stealing confidential information.
While investigating one promising-looking Phenotrans holding, he discovered a strange device. It thrummed with a strange heat and, when activated, created a portal to somewhere. But where? On the device was the insignia of a strange organization called 'Shadow Eternity'. Just as he was about to take a picture of the strange device, a number of heavily-armed and heavily-armored goons wearing the same insignia surrounded him! With nowhere to run, Chuck fled through the portal and arrived right next to a team of UMMA agents investigating what Shadow Eternity was doing with Phenotrans.
Sensing a hero in Chuck, the agents gladly let Chuck join the UMMA, on the condition that they bring Katey and Stacey along as well. Now a member of the UMMA, Chuck happily became a TV star, performing amazing tricks in exotic universes for fame and fortune. Though Zombrex was provided free of charge to his family, Chuck still worked as hard as ever, bringing fantastic entertainment to the UMMA's population.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Dio Brando
Touma, Index, Othinus
"A witch? But... That's so vague! You can't just be 'a witch'! What church are you affiliated with? Magic name? Element? Sign?" Index immediately flared up, standing up in anger. "Touma here is an idiot that attracts girls left and right, so I can understand you coming here, but if you're going to introduce yourself as a magician at least do it right!"
"Seconded. This boy may as well be a block of lead, given the way he acts, so it's better to be thorough with him than not." Othinus followed, nodding her head as Touma sighed.
"...Seriously? You guys freeload at my house, empty my wallet, cause me more trouble than I've ever had in my unfortunate life... And that's what you have to say about me? That's nice." he said, shaking his head.
"Well, it can't be helped, Touma! It's the truth, isn't it?"
"It is."
As the two nodded in unison, Touma massaged his forehead with his left hand in exasperation. It was almost as if the two had rehearsed the act just to ridicule him. Was this what they did in their free time? Sighing, Touma shrugged and extended his right hand towards Marisa. Well, with the surname Kirisame and blonde hair the girl was... Probably a half...?
"Kamijou Touma. I'm... Technically the guardian of these two...?"
As he introduced himself, Othinus had (very slowly) climbed up onto his shoulder, only to slap him on the face.
"You didn't even notice that she JUST realized I wasn't a doll! Seriously, how dense are you?" she fumed as Touma turned towards her. "This is why you're so misfortunate- not because of Imagine Breaker, but because you're so... Illogical!"</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Nox
Seeing herself falling, she immediately shouted, "Durnehviir!" I large, purple portal opened, allowing a wyvern-like dragon to fly through and catch the falling Khajiit. "Thanks!" she called to him as the portal shut behind him. The dragon landed on the roof, allowing the Dovahkiin to climb off, before fading back into the ethereal plane. She slipped through a hole in the roof and made her way through the castle, only stopping to see Dante, now shirtless, chopping up some food. "You've got skill." she smirked. "Once we get to a safe place, how about we have a sparring match?"</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Hm.", Seiga stood and put on an exaggerated thinking face, "Well, first thing's first. I'll have to perform a ritual on you, so that we can keep in touch, alright? To make sure you don't get lost, yes? Yoshika."
"What is it, Nyan Nyan?"
"Do you remember that knife we have?"
"Huh?"
"The black one, dear. On the counter."
"Oh!"
"Be a peach and bring it, would you?"
"Okay!"
Yoshika hopped over to a small table, taking a flint razor by the blade, edge pressing deep into her palm as she hopped back over to Seiga.
"Here you go, Nyan Nyan!"
"Oh, Yoshika, you've held it too hard again! I'll have to sew up that cut on your palm, later."
"Sorry, Nyan Nyan! I forgot again!"
"It's alright, dear. I'll get to it after we're done with this silly little man over here, okay?"
"Okay!"
"You're such a good girl. Now then-", she looked over to Hazama and held up the razor, "To start with, I'll need to make some cuts on your hands with this. Is that alright?"</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
"... Eh? Church?" Marisa started blankly for a moment, scratching her head. What did that have to do with magic? Was this because of the religions in Gensokyo all competing for followers or something? She didn't really care about that. She guessed she kind of counted as shinto, but only when it benefited her. She didn't know what magic name meant at all. Element? Well, that was water, but screw that. Water wasn't flashy. Sign...? "... I dunno what you mean by all that. I'm Kirisame Marisa, the Perfectly Ordinary Witch, and that's it!"
The blonde girl gave a cheerful grin towards the boy and his female companions.
"... Aaaanyway, girls might be attracted to him, but he's not my type so you don't gotta worry about that," she continued with a shrug. It seemed like the girls thought the guy was totally dense judging by their treatment of him. And on top of that, the tiny one managed to get up and slap him in the face! She had to stifle some laughter at that. On top of that, there was the planning stag. Rip off the habit first, or get the tiny girl... it didn't look like she could fly, so she wouldn't be able to get away too fast regardless of what was going on...
"... What are you, anyway? Inchling? Lilliputian? Some kinda other super-tiny person?"</s>
| <|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
A camera-operator decked out in power armor was busy setting up a camcorder. After he set up the camera, he was double-checking the condition of his hover-boots. He needed to be absolutely sure they worked as intended; after all the event was not taking place in any two-bit desert, but in the Sea of Silt. The Sea of Silt was an incredibly dangerous place, full of all sorts of dangerous critters. And merely standing on the sands would cause a man to sink into the desert, then into the ocean below. The sand filled winds whipped at the camera-man's armored suit. Above the camera-man hovered some smaller camera drones. The droids idly floated above the track, ready to collect footage at a variety of angles. By some miracle, the red sand which marked the motocross track was still intact.
Chuck Greene was sitting on-top of his bright yellow dirt-bike. Its frame was marked with a TIR logo with a number five just above it. The dirt-bike continued to idly hover above the sands, while emitting a dim noise. Chuck cocked his head towards the cameraman and spoke. "So what's the catch?" The camera-man didn't respond immediately, as he was busy listening to a communication device that was in the suit.
This place was far too quiet to really be a spot for a TV spectacle. The fact that there wasn't something running about making havoc quickly tipped Chuck off to the fact that something was off. And he was going to find out what that something was.
A few seconds after hearing Chuck speak, the operator turned his attention onto the contestant. "Huh-wha?" The camera-man spoke as he tried to recall what was said just a few seconds ago. "Uh well Terror is Reality isn't filming yet, so you don't need to race down the track yet." Chuck shook his head and glanced at the man, "No I mean what's the actual catch." Before Chuck could finish up his piece, the Cameraman interrupted him. "They finished the introduction back at the Studio. We're on in Five-"
Chuck properly started up his hover-bike and grabbed onto its handles. "Four." The folks at home would soon see this particular Terror is Reality challenge. Though to Chuck, this particular challenge still seemed off. "Three-" But he didn't decide to dwell on it. After all, Chuck needed to give the folks who were watching the broadcast a good show.
"Two..." Chuck revved up his engines, as he let the engines roar. He didn't dwell on the thought of how the audience would like the show. Chuck instead focused on the real important thing here, his daughter Katey. Shortly after the engines were revved, the ground began shaking violently. "One!" The red lights of the various cameras flashed on.
And just when the cameras began to broadcast Chuck at the track, ten white giant tendrils shot up from the ground, spraying dirt towards Chuck and lashing towards him. Chuck stared unamused, but he gave a bit of a smirk. He now knew what the catch of this round was. "So, calamari." He quipped as he sped off with his hovering dirt-bike, while swiftly driving through the tendrils. The tendrils thrashed and swung towards him, but so far they did not manage to land a hit on the bike.
The Athas Motocross speed-run had now truly begun.</s> |
<|description|>Chuck Greene
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Dead Rising
Personality: Chuck is a no-nonsense man used to living in a nonsensical world. Though he means well, he often says exactly the wrong thing at the worst possible time. Chuck has a strong sense of justice, and will do anything to protect his loved ones and friends. His abrasive nature often gets him in trouble with the local authorities.
Abilities/Weapons:
Heroic Resolve: Chuck is impossibly durable. Able to take bullets, chainsaws, zombie bites, and explosives many times over without perishing, it's a wonder he is still so handsome after what he's been through.
Arbitrary Resourcefulness: Chuck is a dab hand at mechanics, electronics, medicine, biology, combustion mechanics, and the art of warfare. Oddly enough, this only applies when Chuck is either trying to kill something or making weapons to kill something. It's often suggested that, if Chuck were to broaden his horizons and realize that everything he does is killing something in a way, he could conquer the world within the week.
Driver's License: Chuck is a master at racing motorcycles. Somehow, this translates into exceptional skills at piloting golf carts, forklifts, train cars, starships, trucks, and mecha. When pressed, he cannot adequately explain how to operate these vehicles, suggesting some mystical driving force behind it.
Lightning Metabolism: Even though it should logically be impossible, Chuck can recover from any nonfatal wounds instantaneously through eating food. His digestive tract is equally fantastic, being capable of consuming, holding down, and digesting entire pizzas within seconds.
His metabolism extends to any toxic or debilitating chemicals he consumes. He will suffer the effects of alcohol, food, or chemical poisoning for mere fractions of a minute at a time, before immediately returning to peak form.
Paddlesaw: One of Chuck's favorite weapons, the Paddlesaw is a pair of chainsaws crudely duct-taped to a massive kayak paddle. Chuck uses this as both a paddle for wading through seas of zombified meat and a horribly unwieldy bo staff, to great effect. It is significantly more durable than one would think, and the chainsaws do not appear to need fuel.
Knife Gloves: Another of Chuck's favorite weapons, the Knife Gloves are six mundane kitchen knives embedded in a set of oversized novelty boxing gloves. Given impossible strength through Chuck's eldritch usage of nothing but duct tape, these knives are fully capable of slashing military kevlar to ribbons and cleaving flesh from bone with only a single wild swing.
Katey Greene: Does not accompany him on his adventures. That would be just stupid. She stays at his luxury apartment on Yggdrasil. Despite the UMMA's extensive medical science research, they could not find a way to cure her condition. However, they did find a way to manufacture Zombrex. The UMMA gladly provides Katey with Zombrex, so long as Chuck remains faithful to them and provides the UMMA's citizens with thrilling entertainment.
Backstory: Born in 1983, Chuck's childhood was rather mundane. Through unknown means, he became a star motocross champion, and travelled across the country to show off his driving skills.
Along the way, he met his future wife Pam Greene, and together they had a lovely daughter named Katey. The trio were inseparable, following Chuck wherever he went, and offering support whenever he was down.
Tragedy struck when a catastrophic outbreak broke out in Las Vegas in 2008, just as Chuck and his family were about to enter it. Unable to escape the city before Pam was infected and zombified, Pam managed to infect Katey before being brought down by Chuck. Together, Chuck and Katey narrowly escape Las Vegas before the city was wiped out.
Now forced to constantly buy the miracle anti-zombification drug Zombrex for his ailing daughter, Chuck worked himself to the bone. Any motocross event that would take him, Chuck joined. Barely managing to make a living between buying Zombrex and maintaining his prized motorcycle, Chuck was a wreck of a man.
Barely three years later, tragedy struck Chuck again as he was trapped in Fortune City just as another zombie outbreak began. Forced to fend for his life for his daughter's sake, Chuck managed to not only rescue a number of civilians, but uncover and destroy the insidious operations of both supposed instigator Tyrone King and the dangerously opportunistic pharmaceuticals company Phenotrans. After a harrowing series of fights against both Phenotrans' chief operative and the eternally-ungrateful Tyrone King,
Life for Chuck Greene had changed quite a bit since the outbreak. Still a loving father with a loving daughter and a potential flame in political activist Stacey Forsythe, Chuck became more active in uncovering all of Phenotrans' dirty laundry. Without anyone to help him find leads, Chuck Greene resorted to old-fashioned bare-knuckle investigations, sneaking into labs and stealing confidential information.
While investigating one promising-looking Phenotrans holding, he discovered a strange device. It thrummed with a strange heat and, when activated, created a portal to somewhere. But where? On the device was the insignia of a strange organization called 'Shadow Eternity'. Just as he was about to take a picture of the strange device, a number of heavily-armed and heavily-armored goons wearing the same insignia surrounded him! With nowhere to run, Chuck fled through the portal and arrived right next to a team of UMMA agents investigating what Shadow Eternity was doing with Phenotrans.
Sensing a hero in Chuck, the agents gladly let Chuck join the UMMA, on the condition that they bring Katey and Stacey along as well. Now a member of the UMMA, Chuck happily became a TV star, performing amazing tricks in exotic universes for fame and fortune. Though Zombrex was provided free of charge to his family, Chuck still worked as hard as ever, bringing fantastic entertainment to the UMMA's population.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa
"Oi oi, he's fine, right? He took hitting the dirt and kept trying to lecture me, I'm sure he can take emptying out my storage spell," Marisa said, stuffing Othinus quickly into one of her pockets as she strode forward to pick up her hat. Jeez, how was she going to get all her belongings... and 'borrowed items' back into her hat and get away with Othinus? Well, at least she knew the tiny girl's name now. "And it's not like I'm keeping you, I just wanna dress you up a bit. Keeping a person, that'd be kinda weird, right?"
Marisa shrugged, before returning her attention to Touma. Now him... he was pretty weird. How exactly had he done that stuff? How could a human being do that sort of thing? Spell interference? He hadn't used any kind of magic that she recognized(or even that she didn't as far as she could tell). The throbbing pain in her skull from cracking her head on the concrete was fading now, as well, thankfully. That had been pretty awful.
"How'd you do that?" she asked, prodding her hat. Her spell was still there, but it had just been shut off, something had totally cancelled it. She'd have to reactivate it and everything so she could use her hat as easy convenient storage once more... and get all her stuff back. "That's not something people can do, just turning off magic by touching it."
Outside the Castle
It was not much longer until Anette returned with Gintoki's water, on an ornate silver platter because, to put it simply, why not use an ornate silver platter? Moments after handing the water to him, however, the damn seemed to break. Tears, more tears them seemed humanly possibly, streamed out of her eyes an splashed onto the ground.
"W-we w-work s-so h-hard... Her H-Highness says w-we do a g-good job... but th-that's just t-to make us feel better, i-isn't it?! If the g-guests don't like it..."
She trailed off, still crying away.
Things were really intent on being difficult for the white-haired warrior, weren't they?</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
"Oh my, you're right! I completely forgot the name and address! Oh, how silly of me. An errand boy can't do anything if he doesn't know where to go!"
Seiga snatched the envelope, wrote something onto it in an obscure 7th century Chinese dialect, and handed it back to Hazama.
"Here you are; and remember, no peeking! Trust me, I'll know."
With that, Seiga whirled around and waved her golden wand, an ovular hole in the fabric of reality opening up in response to reveal a swirling pool of fragmented shapes and colors. The jumble of images quickly rearranged themselves into what appeared to be some sort of cubist artistry, a mishmash of multiple conflicting perspectives. Needless to say, the effect was somewhat nauseating.
"You should probably get going. If we had done the ritual, you wouldn't have to worry about the hole closing up on top of you, but I'm afraid you didn't, so...", she exhaled and looked at the hole, "...Yyyyyeah. Might want to hurry up."</s>
<|message|>Dante
Guts - Whatever Town HSoD takes Place In
"I don't need your protection. Stop trying to sell two-bit bodyguard services, kid." Guts scowled, staring ahead as his feet stamped on the asphalt beneath his feet.
Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens
With a flourish, Dante's shirt, buckles, and coat returned to where they belonged- his well-sculpted abs.
"UMMA? UMMA cramps my style, baby." he said, dragging his skeleton sword across the steamy pie. Raising a traingular slice above his head, he briefly licked his lips before lowering the hot, cheesy pizza enter his mouth, tearing off a mouthful of the dish.
"....PYEAH!" he spat it out, wiping his mouth. "I knew it. Terrible." he said to himself, tossing the slice. The crust was far too hard from being kneaded too much, and the inside was undercooked from receiving only a quick burst of heat. Also, it had bits of bullet in it; Dante spat out a crumpled up load of .45 ACP.</s>
<|message|>Pilcrow
Pilcrow, Near School
A large transport chopper slowly faded in above the town. Pilcrow looked out the cockpit, checking to make sure there were no jets pursuing him any more, before looking down at the ground for a suitable landing spot. The town he was above seemed a bit dead, but after some searching he spotted a building on fire with three distinct figures moving away from it. As he shakily pulled the helicopter towards them, he noticed the city wasn't a complete ghost town - he saw what appeared to be shambling, rotting human corpses roaming the streets. He brought the helicopter down near the three, causing a horrible noise as its belly scraped across the asphalt. A shutter on the side opened, and Pilcrow leaned out of it with a concerned look, motioning for the survivors to get in.</s>
| <|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
Finishing up the lap was a very simple task, as Chuck no longer had to deal with those tendrils. The other three laps went by rather quickly, as Chuck reached the finish line.
The power-armored cameraman lowered down the camera and hovered towards Chuck. Glancing towards the camera-man Chuck inquired, "Right anything new added to the schedule? Or an interview segment?" Thinking for a moment the Camera-man shook his head.
"Haven't heard anything about an updated schedule." The camera operator replied. "And no interview segment this time. Anything else you need?"
Chuck glanced at the cameraman, "Just a way to the next segment. Maybe a bar in the meantime." The camera man nodded, "Sure thing. Let me just configure the portal."
"Suppose that'll take you a few laps." Chuck remarked as he sped off once more down the track as the Camera-man began fiddling with a small device.</s> |
<|description|>Chuck Greene
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Dead Rising
Personality: Chuck is a no-nonsense man used to living in a nonsensical world. Though he means well, he often says exactly the wrong thing at the worst possible time. Chuck has a strong sense of justice, and will do anything to protect his loved ones and friends. His abrasive nature often gets him in trouble with the local authorities.
Abilities/Weapons:
Heroic Resolve: Chuck is impossibly durable. Able to take bullets, chainsaws, zombie bites, and explosives many times over without perishing, it's a wonder he is still so handsome after what he's been through.
Arbitrary Resourcefulness: Chuck is a dab hand at mechanics, electronics, medicine, biology, combustion mechanics, and the art of warfare. Oddly enough, this only applies when Chuck is either trying to kill something or making weapons to kill something. It's often suggested that, if Chuck were to broaden his horizons and realize that everything he does is killing something in a way, he could conquer the world within the week.
Driver's License: Chuck is a master at racing motorcycles. Somehow, this translates into exceptional skills at piloting golf carts, forklifts, train cars, starships, trucks, and mecha. When pressed, he cannot adequately explain how to operate these vehicles, suggesting some mystical driving force behind it.
Lightning Metabolism: Even though it should logically be impossible, Chuck can recover from any nonfatal wounds instantaneously through eating food. His digestive tract is equally fantastic, being capable of consuming, holding down, and digesting entire pizzas within seconds.
His metabolism extends to any toxic or debilitating chemicals he consumes. He will suffer the effects of alcohol, food, or chemical poisoning for mere fractions of a minute at a time, before immediately returning to peak form.
Paddlesaw: One of Chuck's favorite weapons, the Paddlesaw is a pair of chainsaws crudely duct-taped to a massive kayak paddle. Chuck uses this as both a paddle for wading through seas of zombified meat and a horribly unwieldy bo staff, to great effect. It is significantly more durable than one would think, and the chainsaws do not appear to need fuel.
Knife Gloves: Another of Chuck's favorite weapons, the Knife Gloves are six mundane kitchen knives embedded in a set of oversized novelty boxing gloves. Given impossible strength through Chuck's eldritch usage of nothing but duct tape, these knives are fully capable of slashing military kevlar to ribbons and cleaving flesh from bone with only a single wild swing.
Katey Greene: Does not accompany him on his adventures. That would be just stupid. She stays at his luxury apartment on Yggdrasil. Despite the UMMA's extensive medical science research, they could not find a way to cure her condition. However, they did find a way to manufacture Zombrex. The UMMA gladly provides Katey with Zombrex, so long as Chuck remains faithful to them and provides the UMMA's citizens with thrilling entertainment.
Backstory: Born in 1983, Chuck's childhood was rather mundane. Through unknown means, he became a star motocross champion, and travelled across the country to show off his driving skills.
Along the way, he met his future wife Pam Greene, and together they had a lovely daughter named Katey. The trio were inseparable, following Chuck wherever he went, and offering support whenever he was down.
Tragedy struck when a catastrophic outbreak broke out in Las Vegas in 2008, just as Chuck and his family were about to enter it. Unable to escape the city before Pam was infected and zombified, Pam managed to infect Katey before being brought down by Chuck. Together, Chuck and Katey narrowly escape Las Vegas before the city was wiped out.
Now forced to constantly buy the miracle anti-zombification drug Zombrex for his ailing daughter, Chuck worked himself to the bone. Any motocross event that would take him, Chuck joined. Barely managing to make a living between buying Zombrex and maintaining his prized motorcycle, Chuck was a wreck of a man.
Barely three years later, tragedy struck Chuck again as he was trapped in Fortune City just as another zombie outbreak began. Forced to fend for his life for his daughter's sake, Chuck managed to not only rescue a number of civilians, but uncover and destroy the insidious operations of both supposed instigator Tyrone King and the dangerously opportunistic pharmaceuticals company Phenotrans. After a harrowing series of fights against both Phenotrans' chief operative and the eternally-ungrateful Tyrone King,
Life for Chuck Greene had changed quite a bit since the outbreak. Still a loving father with a loving daughter and a potential flame in political activist Stacey Forsythe, Chuck became more active in uncovering all of Phenotrans' dirty laundry. Without anyone to help him find leads, Chuck Greene resorted to old-fashioned bare-knuckle investigations, sneaking into labs and stealing confidential information.
While investigating one promising-looking Phenotrans holding, he discovered a strange device. It thrummed with a strange heat and, when activated, created a portal to somewhere. But where? On the device was the insignia of a strange organization called 'Shadow Eternity'. Just as he was about to take a picture of the strange device, a number of heavily-armed and heavily-armored goons wearing the same insignia surrounded him! With nowhere to run, Chuck fled through the portal and arrived right next to a team of UMMA agents investigating what Shadow Eternity was doing with Phenotrans.
Sensing a hero in Chuck, the agents gladly let Chuck join the UMMA, on the condition that they bring Katey and Stacey along as well. Now a member of the UMMA, Chuck happily became a TV star, performing amazing tricks in exotic universes for fame and fortune. Though Zombrex was provided free of charge to his family, Chuck still worked as hard as ever, bringing fantastic entertainment to the UMMA's population.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
Well, that's one way to explain something. "Perhaps you can call me something other than 'anomaly,'" Lucina said, somewhat indignantly. "My name is Lucina. And I have a question before we go..."
Lucina turned to Misaka. "Do you always narrate what you do?" she asked with a deadpan expression.
Lucina felt somewhat agitated; if they had to check if she was a threat, then where was she? She had no comrades backing her up...
Lucina, regardless, followed Kakine and Misaka to wherever-they-were-going, hoping for some information.</s>
<|message|>Seiga Kaku
Seiga - Abandoned Basement, Capital City, AgK
Seiga closed the hole in dimensions, pinching the bridge of her nose in mild irritation. No matter, this would be fine. She picked up the tablet Hazama had left on the floor next to his hologram machine. Noting his destination, she fiddled with it for a bit, finding a call button. She pressed it, Hazama's side picking up immediately.
"Excuse me, Mister Incompetent? You seem to have come to the wrong address. I'm looking, and... yes, I'm afraid that's nowhere NEAR the right universe.", she sighed, "You know, if you're illiterate, you could have just told me. Trust me, it couldn't lower my opinion of you any further. Of course, had you just taken the hole I went to the trouble of making for you, it wouldn't be an issue, but you didn't, so I suppose you'll be taking the hard way around. See, from what I've been told, the place I've asked you to deliver to? It has a... field, of sorts, around it that stops conventional travel. My holes can make it through, but your little thing? Yeah, not going to happen. Take it as a test of your resourcefulness, I suppose."
With that, Seiga nonchalantly hit the end call button, crushed the tablet, and chucked it into a corner.
"Where does he have to go, Nyan-Nyan?"
"Oh, the home of some forgettable organization that takes care of stragglers like him. I think they call it... Yggdrasil."
"Are we gonna wait for him?"
"Pfft, no. I'm taking one more trip, then we're leaving. If he does complete that wild goose chase I've sent him on and tracks us down afterwards, well, I suppose we'll have to fulfill our end of the bargain. Till then, we've no further obligation to him."
"What's a wild goose chase?"
"It's a task to get something that's very hard and very stupid to get hold of. In this case, the signature of a high-ranking official, Ms. Knox. She's known for being... uncooperative, to say the least. Say, Yoshika?"
"Uh?"
"'Prince' is the proper term for one such as that, is it not?"
"If Nyan-Nyan says so, then it's true for definite!"
"You're such a good girl, Yoshika. Now then, guard the house while I'm away.", Seiga grabbed a large burlap sack, "I'll just snatch a few and we'll test them at home, okay?"
"Okaaaaay!"
Seiga slipped into the floor once more, gliding through the earth. Luckily, they weren't recognizing anyone's achievements in outstanding cruelty or some such thing today, so it would be a painfully easy task to stuff a few Teigu in a bag and bail. Of course, had Seiga been a normal thief, she'd find this vault more or less impossible, given that it was plated in a metal thought to be indestructible, kept on around-the-clock watch, and was located deep underground within the palace treasury. Seiga was not a normal thief.
Indeed, had they been out on display, under the watching eyes of the prime minister, his guards, and one or more of his loyal retainers- that'd be some serious trouble. The kind of thing a master thief would go after. Seiga was not a master thief, either.
She simply burrowed through the treasury wall once again, into the nigh-impenetrable orichalcum-plated vault which had been the death of many a spy. She hummed quietly as she snatched up anything that seemed interesting and relatively easy-to-carry. A book, a breastplate, a paintbrush, a ring, a mask, all stuffed into a sack with no real ceremony. Her work finished, she tunneled back to meet Yoshika.
"Come, Yoshika.", Seiga said as she opened a hole in the wall between worlds, leading to her secret retreat, "Our work here is done."
"Sure thing, Nyan-Nyan!"
And with that, they left, hole closing behind them.</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto aka Misaka Imouto aka Misaka-10032
Misaka 10,032, Academy City
Misaka glanced over to her companion as Kakine finished the explanation to the new arrival, who was looking somewhat confused by all this. Misaka could have done the same herself, but given her penchant for third person narration it would have taken a lot longer to do so, and presumably they all wanted to be out of here sooner rather than later. At least the two of them did, since they still had a kleptomaniac witch to catch.
Once that had been finished, the strange woman introduced herself, and Misaka logged the information away for the Network. This would be another interesting experience, even if it served as a distraction from the main mission itself. And every bit of data helped when it came to this sort of thing.
She gave Lucina a blank look when asked about her speech, before answering that. "Yes." With that she set off, moving besides Kakine as she kept tabs on the Network, angling in on Marisa's location and the ongoing feud with Touma. Despite having picked up another guest, this mission would be accomplished, one way or another.</s>
<|message|>Kanji Tatsumi
Kanji, Museum
Kanji kept his distance from cinder on edge just in case she was going to attack. "What do we do now? I don't have any handcuffs on me or any of those hand tie things. I hope you do."</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
"I understand! There is no need to shout!" Raditz shouted in response. He looked at the Jawa twisting dials and knobs and wondered why in HFIL he had liet this girl manhandle him so. He could crush her with a thought! But it was the allure of delicacies from a foreign land, and fights of glory beyond all reckoning that drew him in. Soon, people would remember why they feared the name Raditz.
"Let us proceed! There are enemies to be slain, and we are wasting time!" He had zero luck keeping the impatience out of his voice.</s>
| <|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Athas
Chuck Greene easily finished another pair of laps as the Camera-operator was working with the small portal. Noticing that, the portal was not established Chuck parked the hover-bike near him. "Great, what's the trouble?" The armored camera-man focused on Chuck Greene before returning the small device back onto his belt.
"Oh, Chuck! Good news. You know how this course was, just flat and lacked the cool obstacles and such?" Chuck just stared at the camera-man, "Came to mind after hacking those tentacles away." The camera-man kept his attention on Chuck and spoke a bit. "Yeah, well we got a way better place. It's gonna be the official spot for when Athas 500 comes around now. Called the Ivory Plains. It's a bit away, but anyway, we probably should take a look. You got the map feature right? Got it pinged there. Don't worry! I'll be sure to get there shortly before or after you arrive there, cause you got another segment."
"Right." Chuck noted as he activated a mini-map located on the hover-bike. And so, would begin the treacherous journey to the Ivory Plains.</s> |
<|description|>Chuck Greene
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Dead Rising
Personality: Chuck is a no-nonsense man used to living in a nonsensical world. Though he means well, he often says exactly the wrong thing at the worst possible time. Chuck has a strong sense of justice, and will do anything to protect his loved ones and friends. His abrasive nature often gets him in trouble with the local authorities.
Abilities/Weapons:
Heroic Resolve: Chuck is impossibly durable. Able to take bullets, chainsaws, zombie bites, and explosives many times over without perishing, it's a wonder he is still so handsome after what he's been through.
Arbitrary Resourcefulness: Chuck is a dab hand at mechanics, electronics, medicine, biology, combustion mechanics, and the art of warfare. Oddly enough, this only applies when Chuck is either trying to kill something or making weapons to kill something. It's often suggested that, if Chuck were to broaden his horizons and realize that everything he does is killing something in a way, he could conquer the world within the week.
Driver's License: Chuck is a master at racing motorcycles. Somehow, this translates into exceptional skills at piloting golf carts, forklifts, train cars, starships, trucks, and mecha. When pressed, he cannot adequately explain how to operate these vehicles, suggesting some mystical driving force behind it.
Lightning Metabolism: Even though it should logically be impossible, Chuck can recover from any nonfatal wounds instantaneously through eating food. His digestive tract is equally fantastic, being capable of consuming, holding down, and digesting entire pizzas within seconds.
His metabolism extends to any toxic or debilitating chemicals he consumes. He will suffer the effects of alcohol, food, or chemical poisoning for mere fractions of a minute at a time, before immediately returning to peak form.
Paddlesaw: One of Chuck's favorite weapons, the Paddlesaw is a pair of chainsaws crudely duct-taped to a massive kayak paddle. Chuck uses this as both a paddle for wading through seas of zombified meat and a horribly unwieldy bo staff, to great effect. It is significantly more durable than one would think, and the chainsaws do not appear to need fuel.
Knife Gloves: Another of Chuck's favorite weapons, the Knife Gloves are six mundane kitchen knives embedded in a set of oversized novelty boxing gloves. Given impossible strength through Chuck's eldritch usage of nothing but duct tape, these knives are fully capable of slashing military kevlar to ribbons and cleaving flesh from bone with only a single wild swing.
Katey Greene: Does not accompany him on his adventures. That would be just stupid. She stays at his luxury apartment on Yggdrasil. Despite the UMMA's extensive medical science research, they could not find a way to cure her condition. However, they did find a way to manufacture Zombrex. The UMMA gladly provides Katey with Zombrex, so long as Chuck remains faithful to them and provides the UMMA's citizens with thrilling entertainment.
Backstory: Born in 1983, Chuck's childhood was rather mundane. Through unknown means, he became a star motocross champion, and travelled across the country to show off his driving skills.
Along the way, he met his future wife Pam Greene, and together they had a lovely daughter named Katey. The trio were inseparable, following Chuck wherever he went, and offering support whenever he was down.
Tragedy struck when a catastrophic outbreak broke out in Las Vegas in 2008, just as Chuck and his family were about to enter it. Unable to escape the city before Pam was infected and zombified, Pam managed to infect Katey before being brought down by Chuck. Together, Chuck and Katey narrowly escape Las Vegas before the city was wiped out.
Now forced to constantly buy the miracle anti-zombification drug Zombrex for his ailing daughter, Chuck worked himself to the bone. Any motocross event that would take him, Chuck joined. Barely managing to make a living between buying Zombrex and maintaining his prized motorcycle, Chuck was a wreck of a man.
Barely three years later, tragedy struck Chuck again as he was trapped in Fortune City just as another zombie outbreak began. Forced to fend for his life for his daughter's sake, Chuck managed to not only rescue a number of civilians, but uncover and destroy the insidious operations of both supposed instigator Tyrone King and the dangerously opportunistic pharmaceuticals company Phenotrans. After a harrowing series of fights against both Phenotrans' chief operative and the eternally-ungrateful Tyrone King,
Life for Chuck Greene had changed quite a bit since the outbreak. Still a loving father with a loving daughter and a potential flame in political activist Stacey Forsythe, Chuck became more active in uncovering all of Phenotrans' dirty laundry. Without anyone to help him find leads, Chuck Greene resorted to old-fashioned bare-knuckle investigations, sneaking into labs and stealing confidential information.
While investigating one promising-looking Phenotrans holding, he discovered a strange device. It thrummed with a strange heat and, when activated, created a portal to somewhere. But where? On the device was the insignia of a strange organization called 'Shadow Eternity'. Just as he was about to take a picture of the strange device, a number of heavily-armed and heavily-armored goons wearing the same insignia surrounded him! With nowhere to run, Chuck fled through the portal and arrived right next to a team of UMMA agents investigating what Shadow Eternity was doing with Phenotrans.
Sensing a hero in Chuck, the agents gladly let Chuck join the UMMA, on the condition that they bring Katey and Stacey along as well. Now a member of the UMMA, Chuck happily became a TV star, performing amazing tricks in exotic universes for fame and fortune. Though Zombrex was provided free of charge to his family, Chuck still worked as hard as ever, bringing fantastic entertainment to the UMMA's population.
Faction: UMMA</s>
<|message|>Raditz
Raditz - Castlevania
Raditz answered the girl's question by forcing his ki downwards, lifting him off the ground to float lazily a foot in the air. "Do not forget my might!" he warned the girl. She was brave, to give lip to the mighty Saiyan warrior Raditz. Too much, and he would CRUSH her!
He raised two hands, pointing towards the zombie grunts, and demanded a pertinent piece of information. "Are these the enemies that drop the true prize of pudding?"</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Dr. Facilier--Outside Castle Tepes
Dr. Facilier gave a satisfied grin to Hi-hat. "Looks like everything's movin' smoothly," the bokur said. He checked a pocket watch. "Though we did spend a lot of time out in the courtyard; I don't know if we'll be able to do the rest of our business here before they're attacked."
Facilier did a good job of hiding the fact that he was mostly in for relieving some of his debt to the Loa (upon someone else).
Lucina
Lucina, following Kakine and Misaka, stopped with her sword drawn as she witnessed Marisa... get trapped in a mass of dark matter. "Um... okay. I suppose my assistance isn't needed," Lucina said with a shrug, sheathing Falchion and approaching the suspended Marisa. "She's obviously some sort of mage..."
Lucina turned to Kakine. "I'll be happy to retrieve her possessions if she needs them; if you must keep the restraint on her, by all means, do so. Apparently she's more dangerous than I am, judging by the relative ruckus that's erupted in her capture..."
Rasputin--Foecrusher
Supernatural defenses?
Rasputin twiddled his fingers. "Ah, but they do not know the black magic of Rasputin..." the Russian lich sneered to himself. "Yes, the forces of darkness shall be unleashed once we take the Eye..."
Rasputing hungrily fingered his reliquary. "Soon, my minions," he tittered. "Soon..."</s>
| <|message|>Chuck Greene
Chuck Greene - Edge of Highmoor Forests, Athas
And so as Chuck sped out from the treacherous landscape that was the Sea of Silt, he found himself racing over an actual body of water. Truly it was mysterious, and not so mysterious considering he had just gotten through past the Sea of Silt. Peering down at the mini-map he realized that he had much more land to traverse. This was supported by a simple glimpse out into the horizon. His vision was stopped by a dense amount of foliage. Made sense considering it actually could be sustained by the actual water near it. But clearly it was not the Ivory Wastes that were talked about earlier.
Chuck gave a small pat to the frame of the hover-bike. "Don't die out on me here. At the least you won't be running through swarms to speed the demise." He muttered out knowing that, at least generally, being stuck in a horrific barren wasteland was always a recipe for disaster. And more to the point, being stuck out here would just be a plain boring situation of doom. Chuck knew that replacing the fuel source for his hover-bike would be a pain in the ass here. And risking it through lengthy travel would be a bad idea.
Luckily for Chuck, the camera-operator seemed to realize that as well. The power armored camera-man hovered towards Chuck, "Oh Chuck! Thank goodness I found you because if I di-" Chuck was quick to respond, "My fuel source would've probably died out here."
"Yeah!" The camera-man responded. "Uuuh good thing we thought about that." Chuck gave a simple nod to the man. "Now as long as your teleporter still has juice..."
Knowing that Chuck left this pause for a reason the camera-operator responded, "Oh yeah. This is a local transport, shouldn't use up too much. Should have plenty for getting to the other segments and studios." Chuck took in the news and felt a touch relieved. "Toss it up would ya, Dave?" Chuck said, while name dropping the name of the cameraman.
Dave did just that as he tossed down the small orb device towards the ground. It flickered a bright blue light from a central piece on the top. Emerging from the orb was the spherical burst of energy which encapsulated Chuck and Dave.
As long as Dave set the right coordinates, everything would go as planned and the pair would be whisked away to the Ivory Wastes.
Chuck Greene - Ivory Wastes, Athas
Most fortunately for Chuck, Dave did in fact set the right coordinates. The orb appeared between the two, and Dave collected it and began examining it. "Hey Chuck, why don't you do a test-run and I'll set us back to go to, I think you got just a little time before a segment? I'll program this to the Studio."
Chuck simply took the dialogue in wordlessly. His thoughts were being devoted to the examination of the landscape. It certainly was different compared to the vast terrain of sand that he was dealing with before. It was far more jagged.
"Not bad." Chuck remarked noticing that this environment would be far more suitable for motocross racing, due to its inherent obstacles in the very landscape itself. And with that he unleashed the speed of his hover-bike once more.</s> |
<|description|>Lucina
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Fire Emblem
Personality: Lucina is a strong-willed young woman and quite stoic in her personality. She has a drive to change the bad future from which she came for the sake of the entire world; like Atlas and the sky, she carries the burden of the Fell Dragon and the new Ylissean guard on her shoulders. Lucina is determined and stern, yet has a kinder side; she also has a strong sense of justice and believes that it's her job to prevent the disasters of her time from ever happening.
However, as a result of the prolonged trauma she experienced in her timeline, Lucina may revert to a childlike fixation, especially in the company of those who resemble her family. Also as a result of this trauma, she has an extreme aversion to death of any kind, including deaths for a higher or more noble cause. She prefers to prevent death from occurring. In addition, Lucina, behind her outer layer of stoicism, has somewhat-severe emotional damage due to the loss of her father Chrom to one who was very close to him.
Another thing to note: she doesn't get jokes the first time.
Abilities/Weapons: Lucina is a skilled swordswoman, and primarily uses her inherited blade the [Parallel] Falchion, which is well-balanced and suited for her build, explaining why its efficacy is much more acute than Chrom's counterpart. The Falchion has the unique ability to restore Lucina's vitality and slowly heal her wounds.
In addition to her blade, Lucina has the skill Aether, which halves her enemy's defenses and restores her vitality with her sword strike. Like Ike's Aether in Super Smash Bros., Lucina will leap into the air and bring her blade down upon her target.
Lucina's fighting style is similar to the Hero-king Marth's.
Backstory: Princess Lucina is Chrom's adult daughter from a dystopian future in which the fell dragon Grima had successfully awakened and ravaged the continent of Ylisse. Sent by the divine dragon Naga to the past through the Outrealm Gate, Lucina takes on the massive responsibility of altering the course of history for the better of the world, taking on the persona of Marth via a mask that obscured her gender (in part thanks to her androgynous build). Lucina, as Marth, operated hidden from her father Chrom's army, acting upon her knowledge of the future in order to prevent the events that would lead to the rise of Grima from happening.
However, during the attempted assassination on the exalt Emmeryn, Lucina's mask is destroyed and her gender revealed to Chrom. Lucina partners with the Shepherds to drive off the assassination, and believes that the Exalt has been saved. Another attempt on Emmeryn's life, this time as a form of execution by Plegia's Mad King, Gangrel, succeeded(?) and Lucina, in horror, realized that the events of her desperate time were back on course.
During the events of the Valmese conquest, during a trip through the Outrealm Gate, Lucina became separated from the Shepherds due to a temporal/spacial anomaly caused by Grima's attempt to follow her and kill her. Lucina stumbled into the multiverse, unsure of where she was...
Faction: Unaligned for now.
Name: Grigori Rasputin
Age: Undead
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Anastasia
Personality: Rasputin, since becoming a lich, has remained dead-set on completing the curse he laid upon the Tsar's family for vengeance. He is a wicked man, who shows no remorse for killing off the entire Romanov family except for Anastasia (only because she escaped his grasp).
Abilities/Weapons: Rasputin has many, many green demonic minions from which he can summon from his reliquary--the powers he gained from selling his soul to the Devil. These minions do his work and attack for him; in addition to that, Rasputin has access to powerful black magic as well.
This isn't an ability, per se, but Rasputin, as a rotting lich, does tend to fall apart. The pieces do come back together due to the unholy magic that Rasputin has control over.
So long as his glass reliquary remains intact, Rasputin will remain alive, and able to carry out his revenge.
Backstory: Grigori Rasputin, or the Mad Monk, in an alternate version of early-20th-century Russia, was banished for treason and in anger, sought revenge upon the Romanov family. Selling his soul to the devil, Grigori gains the power to curse the Romanovs and kill every last one with black magic. However, he drowns after chasing the young Anastasia across a frozen river, losing his reliquary to the current, unable to die until he completes the curse.
Thanks to his albino bat minion Bartok, Rasputin, 10 years later, has his reliquary back in his hands and is bent on killing Anastasia and fulfilling the last part of his vengeance upon the Russian royal family. However, upon returning from Limbo, Rasputin found himself in the multiverse. Cursing his fate, howling, he vowed to use any means possible to return to Russia and complete his revenge, once and for all.
Faction: Shadow Eternity</s>
<|message|>Misaka Mikoto
The Twice-Betrayer, Foecrusher
How typical; the brainless thug was attempting to direct what everyone else would be doing and trying to assert its superiority through force of arms. Not that the plan was entirely without merit--except for the flaw in pointlessly assailing a defensive position whilst trying to undermine it to create a breach--but the brute behind it was far too full of itself.
"A plan reliant on the survival of a single beast is inherently flawed in its premise, especially because your plan assumes that getting a small force inside would be sufficient to storm a castle," the ex-paladin stated, looking at the umber hulk with disinterest. It was burly, for certain, but not so durable that its survival could be relied upon. Kerri had, in the past, killed a more exemplary specimen, "Forgetting that, as a castle, it was built with defence in mind, and this plan would allow all the defenders to retreat unharmed to block a small tunnel. A better plan of action would be to create a large breach in the defences--such as by tunnelling and then collapsing as much of a wall as possible.
"Sorcerous protection might render such an approach invalid, and a better use for that creature's ability to dig would be to break through the gates." Or its gaze could just confuse the defenders; that was a good backup.
Kerri lifted up the curved blade, just in case the green thing carried through with its attempt at mutiny, and looked at it closely, "I would advise against issuing threats in the future, I will not be so accommodating a second time."
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Misaka Mikoto
With everyone else having gone through whilst the Railgun was still behind the podium, it was at least clear that the strange gateway was pretty safe. So, with no fanfare aside from taking hold of the lost girl's hand to lead her through, Misaka followed the others to this 'Pensee' place.</s>
<|message|>Cinder Fall
Nono, Castle Tepes
Nono continued to listen calmly as Saber went through the defensive plans for the castle, addressing each member of the group and telling them where to go and what they could do to defend this place. They'd be a spread a bit thin if there was a large attack, but they were all strong enough that they could handle it. At least, she was fairly certain of that, since she couldn't judge what the Shadow Eternity might throw at them next.
"Of course Onee-sama," she said with a nod and a smile. "You can count on me." And that was said with all the determination that it deserved, since she expected as much. She would do what she could to protect this place and fight off any attackers, and she would not let Saber down. Any attackers would have another thing coming, that much was for sure.
That said she returned to waiting for Saber to finish so they could move on with their preparations. They had the time, and once it was set up then they would be able to deal with whatever might be coming. So she was confident in her chances.
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Misaka 10032, Academy City
With Marisa back in custody the situation was rapidly resolved, Touma's involvement no longer needed or required. It certainly could have turned out worse, and this time there had been no significant property damage either. That immediately put it above several other incidents in Academy City's recent history, though the new arrivals wouldn't know about that to be sure.
She nodded back to Kakine before giving her attention to the unfortunate boy in front of her. "Until next time," she said as a goodbye before heading off after the others, alert for any more breakout attempts and keeping the Sisters in reserve as they headed for the Windowless Building to meet with Aleister.
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Ilyasviel von Einzbern, Foecrusher
Okay, so maybe the argument wouldn't be over that fast. Well, there were some good points presented as well, and she certainly hadn't given it much thought before. So now Ilyasviel found herself sitting up to keep better track of the situation, before it turned into a fight or something. She wasn't going to caught unawares.
So she added her piece to this business. "Well, when it comes to magical defenses we've got me and Mr. Crazy over there to take care of it," she said, gesturing over to Rasputin. The guy was a creep, but he might be useful in this case. There was only one way to find out really, and she wasn't hinging all her hopes on that at the end of the day.
With that said, she turned to the other matter, that of breaking through the defenses. "I don't suppose anyone knows how the previous attacks went off," she asked, looking around. "That could help us figure out what they're expecting from us." That was all she was willing to say for now, while the three of them argued it out.
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Cinder Fall, Museum World
Cinder sighed as she walked along, ignoring the crackling flames around her as the fire department finally got around to putting out the museum fire that she had started. Well, that had taken long enough. Someone wasn't doing a very good job here, were they?
At the same time, she listened to the ongoing conversation while noting the vial of black Dust that Blake had taken. Well, here was hoping that she could handle it. Or rather, couldn't. It was dangerous and powerful, and who knew what might happen before it could be safely disposed of?
"I wish it was as easy for me to get competent help," she said before coughing, a slight shudder running through her form in the process before she straightened up as if nothing had been wrong. But she knew that wasn't the case. It was very unfortunate, but there was nothing to do about it, not now. She would not play the rest of her hand just yet.</s>
<|message|>Arragoz Plizgin
Arragoz Plizgin - Da Foekrusha
"I'z figgr'd you'z humies were used to sluggin' it out, like da gitz back 'ome. But, If'n ya don't wants ta jus hit da frunt, go ahead 'n' split up, just keep em dis'strak'd." So long as they weren't in the way when the Kommando reached the Eye, the finer details were hardly an issue.
Now, as for the armoured humie's complaints. "Ya know, if'n ya wants to bust a gate open or krakk a wall, I'z k'n fink uv a betta way to do it." Reaching into his backpack, the Ork withdrew an odd-looking red cylinder: a Melta Bomb.
"See dis? It'z wunna da few fings da humies back 'ome made dat's wurth nickin'. I'z can't show ya 'ere, but it'z proppa killy, 'n' it can melt just abowt anyfing, frum plasteel beems to wunna dem humie 'Bayneblaydes.' Plant a few a dese at da wallz, 'n' dey'll fall proppa fast."
"As fer da gate, I'z got sumfing spesshul fer dat." Delving into the pack once again, Arragoz withdrew an ungodly contraption which resembled a number of Orkoid hand grenades wired together and slaved to a single pin.
"Say 'ello to da Super Stikkbomb. Krumps humie trukks 'n' tanks just fine, 'n' I don't fink sum fancy door iz gunna be much 'arder dan that. Since I'z gonna be sneakin' in," The Greenskin paused mid-sentence, and proceeded to toss it to the armoured humie. "You'z gets ta use it. While I know you'z humies ain't very kunnin', it shuldn't be 'ard fer ya to figger out. Just pull da pin, 'n' throw da uvver part."
When the armoured humie decided to threaten Arragoz, he simply sneered, and responded in kind.
"Dat'z a proppa good joke, humie. You'z gotz any more?"</s>
<|message|>Geo Stelar
Geo and Omega-Xis - Castle Tepes
"Yes, ma'am. That sounds suitable to me." The young boy stood at attention and saluted to Saber. He figured that little extra flair would help him sound a bit more serious. A serious defense operation like this required a serious defense operative, after all. But, seriously, he had no problems with guarding out the interior of the castle. He wasn't some top grade martial artist or samurai, just a kid with a gun. And plenty of weapons to change that gun into. Running people down in a castle was fine for him. As for being paired with Gintoki...
Honestly, Gintoki didn't seem particularly reliable here if he was willing to ditch the whole mission, but he knows that the guy can pack a mean punch in that wooden sword of his. ...How exactly he can do that is still a mystery to him, but it's for that reason that he's willing to go ahead with it.
Omega-Xis had just as many qualms with this set-up as Geo. Which is to say, barely any. He knows they don't have giant huge missiles or laser beams or anything (at least not without the meteor server, but that's long gone) to pick off enemies from the outside, but he could hold the inside well if they aren't getting flooded. He was just as skeptical about being paired with Gintoki, however, but he figured he could just pick up the silver perm's slack if he fell behind. He could feel it in his... wave... parts. The part of the wave that gives him intuition. The... Bah, what he's getting at here is, "So long as we get to go buck wild on folks, I think it's fine too!"</s>
| <|message|>Lucina
"Well and good," Lucina said to Kakine. She put her arms akimbo and tapped her foot, realizing that she had no way of knowing from where Marisa had come, and how to tell which of the items were [actually] hers. (There was mention of the sheer number of items that Marisa owned; Lucina would cross that bridge when she got there.)
Lucina approached the suspended Marisa and caught her attention with a wave. "Ma'am," Lucina called. "Do you mind telling me where you had left your belongings before you were apprehended?"</s> |
<|description|>Lucina
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Fire Emblem
Personality: Lucina is a strong-willed young woman and quite stoic in her personality. She has a drive to change the bad future from which she came for the sake of the entire world; like Atlas and the sky, she carries the burden of the Fell Dragon and the new Ylissean guard on her shoulders. Lucina is determined and stern, yet has a kinder side; she also has a strong sense of justice and believes that it's her job to prevent the disasters of her time from ever happening.
However, as a result of the prolonged trauma she experienced in her timeline, Lucina may revert to a childlike fixation, especially in the company of those who resemble her family. Also as a result of this trauma, she has an extreme aversion to death of any kind, including deaths for a higher or more noble cause. She prefers to prevent death from occurring. In addition, Lucina, behind her outer layer of stoicism, has somewhat-severe emotional damage due to the loss of her father Chrom to one who was very close to him.
Another thing to note: she doesn't get jokes the first time.
Abilities/Weapons: Lucina is a skilled swordswoman, and primarily uses her inherited blade the [Parallel] Falchion, which is well-balanced and suited for her build, explaining why its efficacy is much more acute than Chrom's counterpart. The Falchion has the unique ability to restore Lucina's vitality and slowly heal her wounds.
In addition to her blade, Lucina has the skill Aether, which halves her enemy's defenses and restores her vitality with her sword strike. Like Ike's Aether in Super Smash Bros., Lucina will leap into the air and bring her blade down upon her target.
Lucina's fighting style is similar to the Hero-king Marth's.
Backstory: Princess Lucina is Chrom's adult daughter from a dystopian future in which the fell dragon Grima had successfully awakened and ravaged the continent of Ylisse. Sent by the divine dragon Naga to the past through the Outrealm Gate, Lucina takes on the massive responsibility of altering the course of history for the better of the world, taking on the persona of Marth via a mask that obscured her gender (in part thanks to her androgynous build). Lucina, as Marth, operated hidden from her father Chrom's army, acting upon her knowledge of the future in order to prevent the events that would lead to the rise of Grima from happening.
However, during the attempted assassination on the exalt Emmeryn, Lucina's mask is destroyed and her gender revealed to Chrom. Lucina partners with the Shepherds to drive off the assassination, and believes that the Exalt has been saved. Another attempt on Emmeryn's life, this time as a form of execution by Plegia's Mad King, Gangrel, succeeded(?) and Lucina, in horror, realized that the events of her desperate time were back on course.
During the events of the Valmese conquest, during a trip through the Outrealm Gate, Lucina became separated from the Shepherds due to a temporal/spacial anomaly caused by Grima's attempt to follow her and kill her. Lucina stumbled into the multiverse, unsure of where she was...
Faction: Unaligned for now.
Name: Grigori Rasputin
Age: Undead
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Anastasia
Personality: Rasputin, since becoming a lich, has remained dead-set on completing the curse he laid upon the Tsar's family for vengeance. He is a wicked man, who shows no remorse for killing off the entire Romanov family except for Anastasia (only because she escaped his grasp).
Abilities/Weapons: Rasputin has many, many green demonic minions from which he can summon from his reliquary--the powers he gained from selling his soul to the Devil. These minions do his work and attack for him; in addition to that, Rasputin has access to powerful black magic as well.
This isn't an ability, per se, but Rasputin, as a rotting lich, does tend to fall apart. The pieces do come back together due to the unholy magic that Rasputin has control over.
So long as his glass reliquary remains intact, Rasputin will remain alive, and able to carry out his revenge.
Backstory: Grigori Rasputin, or the Mad Monk, in an alternate version of early-20th-century Russia, was banished for treason and in anger, sought revenge upon the Romanov family. Selling his soul to the devil, Grigori gains the power to curse the Romanovs and kill every last one with black magic. However, he drowns after chasing the young Anastasia across a frozen river, losing his reliquary to the current, unable to die until he completes the curse.
Thanks to his albino bat minion Bartok, Rasputin, 10 years later, has his reliquary back in his hands and is bent on killing Anastasia and fulfilling the last part of his vengeance upon the Russian royal family. However, upon returning from Limbo, Rasputin found himself in the multiverse. Cursing his fate, howling, he vowed to use any means possible to return to Russia and complete his revenge, once and for all.
Faction: Shadow Eternity</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails - Now inside Castle Tepes
Tails shook his head then said.
"Well I know what Dragons are but I don't know what a Skyrim is,"
Tails said pensively because he was considering the situation and where this women was leading him but he decided it may be good to let himself be known, so Tails continued.
"But I do know about many other things like how to make a robot!"
Tails said with joy and pride.
"I'm Miles Prower but most my friends call me Tails because,"
Tails demonstrated by spinning his tails around and lifting off the ground a little bit.
"I can fly and I have two tails but enough about me what's your name Mi-"
Tails halted his sentence as they walked through the grand halls of the castle when they met a strange man starting at them both, Tails stepped forward letting go of the kind ladies hand and curious Tails approached the man a bit.
"Excuse me mister,"
Tails said walking up close to the man looking him over and sniffing the air.
"You do not smell of this place,"
Tails drew back a bit from the man.
"Who are you?"
Tails tilted his head in a questioning manner.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes
"Skyrim is the land I'm from." Shivani said as she stepped into the castle. Upon Tails mentioning robots, she looked at him confusedly. "What's a robot?" She continued listening to the boy, only looking up when he froze. As tails began approaching the man. Shivani quickly moved in front of him. "Stay behind me, Tails." she said, drawing her weapons. "Identify yourself." she said to the man, readying her stance. "I don't want to have to kill you." She glared at the man, her instinct telling her he wasn't as dangerous as he seemed.</s>
<|message|>Aegis
The fox plodded forward, raising his nose into the air and sniffing around Aegis. Though he kept his weapon at the ready, the fox seemed of no harm.
"Excuse me mister," it asked in a voice reminiscent of a young child. "You do not smell of this place." It drew back and tilted its head, asking "Who are you?"
Aegis looked down at the young fox for a moment, a hint of a smile forming on him lips. He then returned his gaze to the feline woman as she pulled the fox back and moved in front of him. Drawing daggers from her sides, she moved into a fighting stance.
"Identify yourself. I don't want to have to kill you," she said. Aegis looked her in the eyes with a hard stare. The two stood a mere two feet away from each other, both with weapons drawn. Yet, Aegis had a gut feeling that there was no need to fight here. He was too tired, and they seemed to have no darkness emanating from them.
Aegis lowered his weapon. "My name is Aegis.. I mean no ill will. I found myself here in peculiar circumstances. Where are we, if I may ask, and who are you?"</s>
<|message|>Miles "Tails" Prower
Tails was excited to meet someone in the same predicament as him so Tails said with a slight hint of relief to Aegis.
"Oh you were sent here as well?"
Tails walked to the side of the feline womens right leg and looked at Aegis curiously.
"My names Miles but you can call me Tails and I am a little lost,"
He looked at the large weapon that Aegis was holding and was very interested in it so Tails asked.
"Aegis what is that you hold it looks like a large key?"
Tails was mainly interested in how it works and if it has any mechanical functions and properties because it looked like a fine bludgeoning weapon to Tails but things can sometimes be much more if you look hard enough so Tails wanted to know.
"And if your lost like we are you should come with us because frankly I have no idea where I am other than in a Castle!"
Tails said looking at Aegis's weapon and also analyzing what else he had on his person.</s>
<|message|>Shivani
Shivani - Castle Tepes
"I don't remember the name of the castle." she sighed, sheathing her weapons. "I am Shivani, a Khajiit from Elsweyr." She eyed the large key with a frown. Shaking her head, she continued on. "Come, let's return to the kitchens. There is a maid there who was telling me about the gem."</s>
<|message|>Lucina
Lucina
Lucina looked on the ground. Man, she had a lot of things. She fit all that under her hat?
Lucina glanced back up at Marisa. She looked at Marisa's hat, and suddenly had an idea. "Ma'am, do you mind if I borrow your hat for a little bit?" she asked.
Her intent was to scoop all of the things up using the hat itself as a vacuum cleaner. Certainly this would be easier than hefting each individual item...</s>
<|message|>Kirisame Marisa
Kirisame Marisa - Academy City
For a few moments, Marisa hesitated. Her hat was part of the quintessential witch look, and therefore she usually only parted with it when she was wearing something else entirely. However, this was a different circumstance from usual, and that was all her stuff that needed very desperately to get back into her hat until she could return home. With a small sigh, she pulled her hat off and tossed it towards the girl on the ground.
"You better not miss anything!"</s>
| <|message|>Lucina
How could she possibly miss anything?
Lucina flipped the brim of the witch's hat up, and requested to Kakine that he keep an eye on Marisa while she worked.
"I'll be gentle," Lucina reassured Marisa.
Lucina then untied Falchion's scabbard from her belt and sheathed her blade, before tying with the leather cord the hat to the end of the scabbard, making some kind of weird metal-detector-looking thing. She then held up her makeshift magic vacuum-cleaner and proceeded to walk around, whistling a pleasant tune as she searched around with the hat-on-a-stick and magically warped Marisa's hat's contents back to whatever pocket dimension the witch kept them in.
When she was ABSOLUTELY SURE that she got EVERYTHING, Lucina untied the hat from Falchion's scabbard and retied the scabbard to her belt. "Okay, I think that's everything," Lucina declared, shaking the hat to make sure nothing fell out. A small trinket popped out of the opening, but Lucina caught that and stuffed it back into the hat. She tossed the hat back to Marisa; to her surprise, it was as light as... well, a hat.</s> |
<|description|>Johann Strauss
**Picture/Description**: A tall boy with long gangly limbs and shot, curly blond hair and green eyes. His uniform is crisp, clean, and obviously well cared for.
**Age**: 16
**Nationality**: English
**
Weapon of Choice**: Main Gauche.
**Magic Specialization**: Sound Manipulation, most notable a family ability to control the "Volume" of anything they cut. Particularly sharp swings of the weapon are able to unleash bullets and waves of ear-splitting sound, or quite an entire area.
But none of that matters, because Johann has discovered that if you flick the weapon just right you can make music with it.
**Bio**: Any discussion of Johann must first begin with his family, who went into service in WWI as spies, assassins, and infiltrators for the emperor of their native Austria upon the discovery of their ability. The family took great pride in serving the emperor, and were shaken when the empire broke apart at the end of WWI. During WWII, like many Austrian monarchists who opposed the Nazi regime, they joined the exile community in London where they were contacted by British secret service and stabbed Nazis until the end of the war.
As the war came to an end, the family split in two. Some member wanted to return and rebuild in Austria while others had found love, happiness, and prosperity in England. The two groups parted ways amicably, the Austrian half settling down out of the cloak and dagger game while the British half was repeatedly tapped by MI6 during the Cold War and still enjoys a good relationship with them to this day.
Enter Johann, born to the British side of the family, and expected to go into the "Family Business." Drilled from a young age in both espionage and his Blade _Impulse Phenomena_ he was found to be a solid block of wood in the former and a downright prodigy in the latter, good enough to get him into a very prestigious academy despite his lackadaisical attitude.
**Other**: He carries another weapon for the purposes of dueling even though he rarely if ever does so, a rapier, because his main weapon is one typically used in the off hand.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
It was the ending of the entrance ceremony and most of the students have already dispersed. Others were talking to each other about their interests and some were busy showing off their abilities.
The higher ranking students had already disappeared, presumably to avoid the crowd or to begin training.</s>
<|message|>Nathan Grant
Nathan would have moved to training with the higher ranking students, staying away from the other students, as he would train on focusing his energies into his blades.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry walked around the school. He didnt feel like training just yet. He liked walking becausehe could watch the elements interact with one another. It always outstanded Harry the way the elements worked together so efficiently and quickly. To make such beautiful creations.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri was glad the ceremony was finally over, waste of good pratice time if you asked him. He quickly located a spot free of poeple and began pratice. He immediately pumped the gravity up to x2 making the weights stapped to his to his arms and legs almost painfully heavy, and began going through his sword forms. A normal human would barely be able to even lift his sword much less use it in any effective manner, but Yasuri gave off an sense of efortlessness with his powerful swings, whoosing through the empty air.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
The ceremony had been duller than expected, which was incredible because Johann had been expecting it to be _dulllllllll_. A lot of talk about potential, a lot of talk about duty, and an endless lecture on the heroic warriors spirit that drove every true swordsperson to their greatest height. It was a great spiel for pumping up those that aspired to be blademasters.
It didn't have the same effect on someone who dreamed of becoming, say, a one man band.
He looked around the sunny courtyard they had been assembled in for the entrance ceremony and took note of all the giddy aspirants as they talked, mingled, and showed off their power. He was struck, not for the first time, with the feeling that he didn't belong here. That he was somehow taking something from these people with his lack of ambition. His parents had assured him that, no, this was totally the right place for a boy of his improbable talent and can do attitude should be even if he wasn't going to follow in the family business and be an international man of mystery, but there was always this feeling that they were having a go at him.
Also this place didn't have a music program, and he wondered sickly if that might not have been the actual point.
Still, no need to let a sour mood ruin this otherwise lovely day. He already knew where his room was and, in the absence of any official instruction, he whipped off the little cape his sister had bought and insisted he wear, found a nice shady spot by the wall, laid the cape down, sat, and relaxed.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
A group of students gathered around a certain spot in the training grounds. There was a lot of cheering and the raw enthusiasm of the crowd was overwhelming. The reason for this was obvious: Two of the three rank 8's, the second highest ranking in the school, were engaged in a sparring match.
Well, it was a sparring match to them, but to everyone else, they were engaged in serious combat. The power coming from their blows was no joke, and the crowd kept a good distance away from them to avoid being injured.
Shelly Harttman, an adept Avatar user was defending the rapid and powerful attacks from Anya Einstein. The third and last rank 8, Hansel Harttman was watching in the sidelines.</s>
<|message|>Nathan Grant
Nathan moves quietly out of the training room, holding his swords down about waist height, before sheathing them as he meets the large crowd, beginning to push his way from the back, and toward the front, watching the sparring match, his arms crossing as he watches with anticipation. One of the higher ups grip Nathan, pulling him back and going in front of him, spluttering out "Stupid freshmen, Gotta learn your damn places."</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry walked into the training grounds and spotted a huge crowd. He figured it was some high rank students sparring. So he walked around the crowd to get a better look. After he looked the faces he saw that it was rank 8 studenets. So he decided to watch the fight alittle longer before he starts his own training. Harry thought to himself _'Though I guess watching their techniques is a form of training in itself._</s>
<|message|>Michael Reese.*
The bordum that defined his day was all Michael would wish would go away currently. It wasn't like a bad day, no, but it sure as hell made him wish that he'd never bothered to get out of bed this morning.
The moment that the openning ceremony was over, Michael had promply run out of the area, avoiding most of the crowd due to his haste. His bed was calling him. However, as he was running towards his room, he'd managed to stumble across a dual or spar by the looks of the crowd. A fairly high level one as far as he could tell too. Now, Michael may be only a Rank 1, but that didn't make him *completely* ignorant to the existance of the Highest Ranks. He just didn't assossiate with them or anything. So, Michael decided that with how boring the rest of the day had been so far, that he'd go ahead and take a minute to watch this match.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Leo was heading outside too from the ceremony, he didn't have time to show off, nor did he have much to show off anyway. He would have other things to do than to train his skills for now, after all, that was what he was for here, so he could do that when there was someone to actually teach him in his way. Besides, he really needed to kick in his studies to communicate with people. He bumps into someone while heading towards his dorm room. He looks up and grunts."Sori(Sorry). Did not mean it." He passes by the person then and decides to pay more attention to his surroundings instead of his thoughts, at least until he got somewhere where he can't run into people. He soon arrives to the dorm, sits and picks up a book, opening it from the bookmark and frowning then deeply."Perkeleen kirjat...(Damn books)" he mutters to himself.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
It felt good to be back at the academy again - even though most of the old faces had kinda disappeared from the crowd and new ones had taken their place. The academy itself hadn't changed at all, there was still the same feel to it - it felt like returning to a second home - like Hogwarts of sorts, or Xaviers school for Gifted Youngsters, or something like that.
Janos had spent most of the ceremony curiously glancing around, making note of new faces and occasionally placing his hands to the pockets of his black jeans or adjusting his rather worn looking Metallica t-shirt. The ceremony itself was relatively interesting - at least to a certain degree, though some of the other people seemed to be bored out of their minds.
After the ceremony Janos made his way to his room and changed the worn out t-shirt to a gray tank top and short sleeved red dress shirt that had a sort of a dragon emblem on the back - he felt the shirt was a bit hipster-y, but he liked it mostly because it made him stick out of the crowd like a sore thumb. He made sure his knives hung from his belt - both were situated on his left hip, hanging from the wide belt.
Janos left his room and began more or less wandering around the academy in the hopes that he'd have a chance to chat with some of the new people or with some luck meet some of the old faces again.</s>
<|message|>Nathan Grant
Nathan would begin to disperse with the other students as the sparring ended, his arms crossed as he glanced around, he wasn't great with being in new schools, he would always be known as that Quiet Creepy kid, and noone would enjoy even chatting to him, He loosens his tie and rolls up his sleeves, revealing his bracelets, he would care little, before he decided it was finally time he'd check his dorm.
He moved through the somewhat narrow, filled corridors with his hands laid motionless on the hilts of his blade, he murmurs "I swear if we have room partners I will start sleeping outside.." He then opens the door, finding a room perfectly laid in for one, he then nods, the feint traces of a smile on his features, as he steps in, closing the door, and taking off his weaponry belt which would later be placed on the Storage Chest at the end of the bed.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Ah, the sounds of combat, how he had missed them. Janos smiled slightly as he made his way through the hallways to the training grounds. There he saw two students sparring - probably people of 7 or 8 ranks. In his opinion the higher ranking people had too high an opinion of themselves - they were really skilled, there was no doubt about it, but most of them were just so full of themselves. Still watching them fight was both good entertainment and the chance to learn a thing or two.
As the match was going on Janos tried to put himself in the shoes of both parties - what would he do in their predicaments? How would he react to the coming attacks? He shook his head slightly and silently admitted to himself that he'd have to work hard to get as far as the two who were fighting as equals without the need to pull any punches.
For a moment he took his eyes off from the high grade people to look around the group that had gathered to watch the fight. He didn't recognize any of the faces from the crowd. "So many new faces..."</s>
| <|message|>Johann Strauss
Sitting in his little corner of the courtyard, Johann set himself down for some intense training.
As he flicked his parrying dagger quietly in the corner, the notes of a well tuned guitar began to spill forth from them. He could replicate a few instruments with his dagger. Drawing the blade through the air in steady motions from side to side could replicate a violin nicely. Raising and lowering the blade produced different pitches. Adding a flick to the motion recreated the sound of a string being plucked. He got the most precision when playing a single instrument, but even if he finished the motion the "sound" would continue to sustain itself at the same rhythm, at least for several seconds. This was important.
As the guitar continued to be plucked he turned his attention away from it, bringing down the dagger, flat side, on the air beside him. From that spot a drum played. You should probably start with a baseline first for a normal song, but percussion was easier than strings so it was best to leave it until after the others were up and running. All it took was a flat side strike, or several, to start it up, the power in the strike determining the type of percussion. He'd sat up one night after discovering this, hitting the air at varying strengths to get as many sound as possible. The only hard part was remembering which was which.
At that point it was more or less a game of spinning plates, renewing a motion every few seconds when an instrument began to falter, adding variations to the movement to change up the sound so it wasn't just one note played over and over again. Soon he had a nice little tune going as he tuned everything out. But this wasn't enough. At this point he was only good enough to spin two plates, and Johann had his sights set on more.
He wanted to be an orchestra.</s> |
<|description|>Johann Strauss
**Picture/Description**: A tall boy with long gangly limbs and shot, curly blond hair and green eyes. His uniform is crisp, clean, and obviously well cared for.
**Age**: 16
**Nationality**: English
**
Weapon of Choice**: Main Gauche.
**Magic Specialization**: Sound Manipulation, most notable a family ability to control the "Volume" of anything they cut. Particularly sharp swings of the weapon are able to unleash bullets and waves of ear-splitting sound, or quite an entire area.
But none of that matters, because Johann has discovered that if you flick the weapon just right you can make music with it.
**Bio**: Any discussion of Johann must first begin with his family, who went into service in WWI as spies, assassins, and infiltrators for the emperor of their native Austria upon the discovery of their ability. The family took great pride in serving the emperor, and were shaken when the empire broke apart at the end of WWI. During WWII, like many Austrian monarchists who opposed the Nazi regime, they joined the exile community in London where they were contacted by British secret service and stabbed Nazis until the end of the war.
As the war came to an end, the family split in two. Some member wanted to return and rebuild in Austria while others had found love, happiness, and prosperity in England. The two groups parted ways amicably, the Austrian half settling down out of the cloak and dagger game while the British half was repeatedly tapped by MI6 during the Cold War and still enjoys a good relationship with them to this day.
Enter Johann, born to the British side of the family, and expected to go into the "Family Business." Drilled from a young age in both espionage and his Blade _Impulse Phenomena_ he was found to be a solid block of wood in the former and a downright prodigy in the latter, good enough to get him into a very prestigious academy despite his lackadaisical attitude.
**Other**: He carries another weapon for the purposes of dueling even though he rarely if ever does so, a rapier, because his main weapon is one typically used in the off hand.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
The book Leo was reading was good enough for keeping his attention for about five and half minutes before it flew across the room. He glances around and frowns slightly then, there were three other beds in that room, he really had hoped for a room all to himself, but it had to do apparently. For now at least the room was empty, thus he did what any reasonable person would do, and piled his bags on the bed he chose for himself before heading outside."Lukea nyt voi myöhemminkin...(I can read later)" He mumbled and grinned, with any luck the rest of the room would be empty, and thus he'd really be able to study later on in all peace.
He wandered around the place and made sure to get used to the layout. While at it he noticed rather colorful person in the middle of the people, his clothing was perfectly douchy, complete with a goddamn dragon in the back. He only lacked a tan and sunglasses for perfect look, Leo snorts."Kaiken maailman pellejä täälläkin...(Some clowns in here too)" There was a perk in being foreigner, people wouldn't be understand him. Heck, maybe some would think that he's hexing them and keep their distance too.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella was watching the two students who were sparring with bright eyes, she was cheering and grinning for both competitors. Even though she wasn't that strong herself, she loved to watch fights and make a goal to be that strong one day, even if it takes years. Eriella curiously looked around the crowd as the two 8 ranked fought, noticing that they were all taller than her. She pouted and sighed, she was probably the shortest girl in the entire school _and most probably the weakest as well._ Then Eriella decided to get her own space and try to get some of the crowds attention, by yelling and waving her arms. She wanted to make sure that she could get at least one friend from the entrance ceremony, as they are all back home. She narrowed her eyes to see some stares at her, but no one came over so she sighed and put a hand on the back of her head.
In that minute, an idea popped into Eriella's head, and she started to laugh, her hands on her hips.
_They can't avoid a dragon can they?_ Eriella thought in her head, she then pulled out her knives which had dragons on the blades themselves, she lifted them up high as a green light shined down from the sky to her blades.
**Creature Summoning! Dragon!"** Eriella yelled out as a dragon started to fly down from the sky, glowing green like an emerald. The dragon was mostly silver, and resembled a Chinese dragon.
"Heh heh, let's see if I got any attention." Eriella said as she got on the back of the dragon's neck, a smile on her face.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri finished his quick training and headed over to the fight only to see a massive dragon appear and a very short girl and the back of it. "Heya girly, looking for a fight up there, or just wanted to see something for once?" he said with a confident grin on his face.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos' concentration was broken by someone speaking finnish, he turned on his heel and noticed a big fellow - at the very least a head taller than himself. "No mitäs helvettiä, toinen suomalainen?" He took a step towards the taller fellow and smirked "Jos sulla on ongelma meikäläisen kannssa niin eiköhän aleta myllyttää saman tien?" It had to be said that Janos sounded quite confident despite staring up at the other fellow.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Hm? Oh this is my way for find a friend mister, even if I have to fight!" Eriella grinned happily herself, she had to have a friend, no _she needed to have a friend._ Her dragon was quite large, even for her.
"Are you challenging her?" The dragon asked the male, he had a very mature male voice, his name is Zorralth.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Just as Harry decidednhe had seen enough of the fight for now. A huge green and silver dragon appeared. There was a short girl on the neck and a guy who walked over to talk to the girl. Harry was interested about the dragon so he decided to bite as well. He walked over saying "Well if this isnt a magnificent creature I dont know what one would look like. I'm Harry by the way. Nice to meet you."</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Leo nearly dropped his ax when the "Clown" as he had referred him actually responded back at him. He then opens his mouth to apologize and reply something less offensive, but instead his jaw drops, and his ax too with loud clang when he sees the dragon landing on the background."No voi perkele." He manages to mutter out."Ja mitähän vuosikurssia tuo sitten on, toivottavasti valmistuvia." He mumbles while picking his ax up from the ground.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"You like him? His name is Zorralth, he was a dragon that my home town loved, and I was lucky enough to get these knives from my village elder. And I'm Eriella, nice to meet you as well." Eriella smiled as she introduced herself, Zorralth had his head turned to Yasuri.</s>
<|message|>Nathan Grant
Nathan would quietly leave the crowd, being tossed around slightly, but pushing back against the people trying to push him around, heading into the main halls, sitting down between Rooms 5B and 4B, and staring at his dark weaponry</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos turned on his heels and nearly fell on his backside when he too saw the dragon. "Mi-mi-mitä... helvettiä?" He had seen a few odd things in his life, but never a dragon before. "Onkohan toi typy Targaryenin sukua?" He smirked and adjusted his shirt slightly while doing his best to hide his amazement. Janos managed to gather his composure remarkably quickly and calmly walked closer to the dragon and the girl. "Well I'll be damned, a gal and a dragon, you planning on heading to King's Landing with an army soon?" He quipped while keeping his eyes on the dragon more than the girl. Silently he admitted to himself that he was such a nerd.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry nodded to Eriella asking if he liked the dragon. Harry smiled and said "I don't see how I couldnt like him even with my magic I couldnt beat him. Not that I would want ir would try to fight him though." Then turned his head as another dude came over. Harry laughed at the dude joke then saying "While I'm sure they could do some good damage I dont think they'd be here right now unless they wanted to get stronger in some way.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Yeah, I want to get really strong, we don't really have any goals after that. Probably to just protect, and look after everybody you know." Eriella smiled, remaining to sit on Zorralth. She smiled down at Harry with happiness, she was very lucky to be accepted into Blade Master Academy.
"But the thing is, I can't really have Zorralth out for long, since I'm very weak by myself. I've only started to train a year ago after all when I was given these knives." Eriella showed him both of her knives which had dragons on the blade, they were glowing green slightly due to her summoning Zorralth.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
> "Hm? Oh this is my way for find a friend mister, even if I have to fight!" Eriella grinned happily herself, she had to have a friend, no _she needed to have a friend._ Her dragon was quite large, even for her.
>
> "Are you challenging her?" The dragon asked the male, he had a very mature male voice, his name is Zorralth.
"Of course I am, I haven't had a good fight since I got here and I fully intend to fix that." Yasuri said grinning as he readied his greatsword. This was going to be fun, of course if his offer was refused he couldn't very well fight them without permission.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella then jumped off Zorralth, he went back into the sky as her knives stopped glowing. She fell on her knee, but decided to stand back up before looking to Yasuri.
"How about later? Summoning Zorralth takes a lot of energy out of me, so I'd like to heal up for our duel." Eriella smiled, panting slightly from all the magic she used, but she was glad that she'd get to fight somebody today. From Yasuri's height, Eriella was literally a midget, she was 4' 11" after all.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry studied the guy that challenged Eriella and said "I cant summon a dragon but if you want while she rests I could duel you. After watching the rank 8's fight I've been wanting a duel myself." Harry then put on his blades from his legs. He wasnt sure if the dude would agree but Harry wanted to be readin case he did.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri's face fell for a moment because he didn't get to fight the dragon and the girl but he would get his chance later so that was alright. He turned to face the other boy who offered a supplumentary challenge. "Of course that would be fine, let combat begin." he said drawing himself into a stance that left his greatsword in a position to easily be swung to his defense from an assult from any angle. Yasuri carefully analyzed his opponent's weapons. They were light enough that his gravity control wouldn't make them unusable and given the arm blades his foe was most likely quick and agile. However the twin-blades also gave him the option of an X-Defense, nevertheless his greatsword should be able to smash through any defenses his enemy would put up. If the boy instead relied on dodging... it would be an interesting match.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos took a step back to give the two enough room to start their little scuffle, his left hand rested on the hilts of his knives. "Now gents, how about we make this li'll duel of yours a proper one? I'll give you the signal to start and will also take the liberty of stepping in if things get out of hand." He smirked and took another step back. "Gentlemen, ready your weapons and take your stances." He paused to wait for both of the duelists being seemingly ready before smirking "You may begin."</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella then ran back in the crowd to give them space as well, she had a smile on her face even though she used lots of magic to summon Zorralth. She put her knives away into their sheaths on her right side, she was really excited to know which one of these men would be victorious. She then heard a voice in her head.
'Analyse the fighting, and use that knowledge to help improve your abilities.' The voice said in her head she nods as she stared off at the two.
_I got it._ She thought to myself in her head.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Leo finally recovered from his dumbstruck about meeting a Finn and seeing a dragon, and a soon as there was another duel set up he shook his head slightly. It was gonna be a busy day apparently for some people,yet since there did not seem to be anything else to do, he could as well stand around and watch their duel. He doubts that he'll really learn anything out of it personally, but at least he should be able to kill some time by doing so. He places his ax safely on his shoulder so no one could accidentally cut themselves with it and takes a place in the crowd.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry got in his stance leaving his arms along the sides of his body slightly bent at the elbow. To allow his blades to be ready to strike as needed. Harry then said "Lets have a nice fight. I hope to learn a lot from this." He then started studying his opponent and his great sword. Harry knew that he would not be able to block easily so he was gonna have to dodge every chance he got. Harry decided to ask "Before we start might I hear you name. I prefer to know the name of the people I fight. My name is Harry." After hearing the name of his opponent Harry decided not to show any of his magic until he fully studied Yasuri. Plus Harry was only able to do a so much with his magic before getting tired. Harry then rushed in keeping his blades low for a quick strike.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri grinned, he liked this man. "My name is Yasuri." he stated simply and his eye's narrowed as he watched Henry burst into a dash towards him. Yasuri responded to his foe's attack with a low sweep from left to right with the flat of his blade, timed to coincide with Henry's dash.</s>
| <|message|>Johann Strauss
As the fight begins in earnest a funky Spanish guitar riff starts to play, the notes of the song emphasizing both parties movements perfectly.
It's coming from this weird dude that no one heard walk up. He's flicking a dagger.</s> |
<|description|>Johann Strauss
**Picture/Description**: A tall boy with long gangly limbs and shot, curly blond hair and green eyes. His uniform is crisp, clean, and obviously well cared for.
**Age**: 16
**Nationality**: English
**
Weapon of Choice**: Main Gauche.
**Magic Specialization**: Sound Manipulation, most notable a family ability to control the "Volume" of anything they cut. Particularly sharp swings of the weapon are able to unleash bullets and waves of ear-splitting sound, or quite an entire area.
But none of that matters, because Johann has discovered that if you flick the weapon just right you can make music with it.
**Bio**: Any discussion of Johann must first begin with his family, who went into service in WWI as spies, assassins, and infiltrators for the emperor of their native Austria upon the discovery of their ability. The family took great pride in serving the emperor, and were shaken when the empire broke apart at the end of WWI. During WWII, like many Austrian monarchists who opposed the Nazi regime, they joined the exile community in London where they were contacted by British secret service and stabbed Nazis until the end of the war.
As the war came to an end, the family split in two. Some member wanted to return and rebuild in Austria while others had found love, happiness, and prosperity in England. The two groups parted ways amicably, the Austrian half settling down out of the cloak and dagger game while the British half was repeatedly tapped by MI6 during the Cold War and still enjoys a good relationship with them to this day.
Enter Johann, born to the British side of the family, and expected to go into the "Family Business." Drilled from a young age in both espionage and his Blade _Impulse Phenomena_ he was found to be a solid block of wood in the former and a downright prodigy in the latter, good enough to get him into a very prestigious academy despite his lackadaisical attitude.
**Other**: He carries another weapon for the purposes of dueling even though he rarely if ever does so, a rapier, because his main weapon is one typically used in the off hand.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
She continued to wander about the corridors, sometimes even phasing through walls and looking around the seemingly empty rooms. This was extremely weird for a start... The dorms didn't have anybody and apparently every room is just dark and unlit.
"Excuse [me?]--"
Ikue squealed, taking her sheathed Daito and flailed around the direction where the sound originated. "GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!! HORRIBLE BEAST!!" She squealed, still terrified.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hey! Whoa, calm down miss!" cried out Lance as a sheathed sword came swinging towards him. He ducked and weaved out of the blows easily, while at the same time crying out and trying to calm the older woman. "Relax! I'm not going to -" -Dodge, sidestep- "do anything! Hey!"</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
"Relax! I'm not going to--" Wish, woosh, chop-chop, smack. "-- do anything! Hey!" After relentlessly trying to assault whatever was coming at her with clumsiness, she stopped at the clearing sound of a human voice.
"AH!" She jolted back in reaction to the boy's appearance. "Y-y-you tried to scare me didn't you?! W-w-well it's not working!" She leered at the blondely boy who's appearance wasn't half bad, considering how most of them are pigs anyway. "N-no ghost ever scared m-me! Means y-you've f-failed horribly!"</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
". . . ghost?" said Lance with a lopsided smile and a raised brow. "Well, I've been called a lot of things, but I think this is the first time I've ever been called a ghost."
He cleared his throat. "My being an apparition aside, can you tell me what a beautiful woman like yourself is doing in the storage facility?" he said amiably.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
She responded, slightly with a sweeter tone;"Beautiful wo--" She stuttered for a moment, nearly falling into the trap of this boy's flattery for probably tricks and deception. "Gah! What's wrong with you creeps!" She retched her body back and her arms covered her blushed face with the cloth of her Kimono. "Storage facility? No this is the dorms! Don't lie to me boy! Are you stalking me?!" She positioned her sheathed sword on top of the covering arm. "I've got a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it on weird people like you!"</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Lance laughed again. This woman was entertaining, that was for sure!
"As much as I hate to say it, this is indeed a storage room, mostly for weapon utensils." To prove his point, he lifted a plastic full of miscellaneous items from his locker. "As for if I am stalking you . . ." Hm, what should he say?
He nodded, and with an incredibly proud and honest face, he declared:
"Yes I am!"</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
The boy laughed. Did she say something funny? Or was he laughing at the fact that she's wearing the stupid kimono? Her face flushed in embarassment, turning red as tomato as he laughed and covered her face even more behind the cloth. "Damn it, I hate boys!" She yelled out. After she heard him saying that he indeed was stalking her, she just wanted to flat-out smack the guy with her sheathed blade, but since she just needed to get away from him, she started to turn around and run towards the other direction in embarrassment and slight confusion. Her running came to a walk... And soon a stop. "Gah! I've never seen a dormitory like this!" She practically gave up in a sense, but still is clueless at what to do.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Lance toned down his laughter. That was enough with the jokes. The girl would keep getting lost at this rate.
He took a single step an in one instant of incredible speed stepped besides her. "Like I said, this isn't a dormitory. In all seriousness, you've been going the wrong way for awhile now," he said.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
She sighed, almost defeated. Her iron will remained and as her last-stand in her own belief that this was the dormitory. At least that boy is gon-- "Like I said--" Before he even finished she squealed again, almost in the same manner.
She gutted his stomach as hard as she could with her knee, that is before realising that it was the same guy from before. "Y-you again! Y-you tried scaring me again didn't you! W-well it's not working!" After all of that, she finally crashed down on the floor, seated tiredly. "Where is my room?! Why is my room not here?!" She cried.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Lance took the blow and blinked. It didn't really do much, but what the hey? "Your room's not here because this isn't the dormitory, miss," he said, smiling."And if you don't want me to keep scaring you stop looking so cute when you get scared."</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
After so many blabbering of this weirdo, she finally decided that this place was probably not the Dormitory after all. Judging from the surroundings that she had been exposed to, she concretely was convinced that she's in a different place. Her head turned to the boy. "Shut up! I've figured that out by now. I'm not stupid! And I told you it's not working!" She stood up, adjusting her ridiculous kimono before began walking again with heads turning to look for some sort of direction. "The dormitory is this way isn't it?" She stated and began to walk towards that direction.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
"Aaand that there leads to a dead end," deadpanned Lance. Really, this girl was entertaining but stubborn. He tilted his head. "You're new here aren't you? Did you not get a map or ask for directions or something?"
It wasn't strange for a person to be lost here if they were new, but this was a bit much . . .</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
You could almost hear her the frustration building up inside of her. She sees the dead end-- Despite it being one she continued to march towards it without turning back. "Dead end or not I'm heading there!" She said. It probably sounded stupid to people who don't know her.
"You're new here aren't you? Did you not get a map or ask for directions or something?" She stopped herself and looked at the boy.
"Why does it matter? I know it's this way!" She walked to the dead end and entered into the wall, appearing on the other side seamlessly. She popped her head out to look at the boy and gave him the tongue before moving again quickly to the other side.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry was enjoying this fight no matter what other people might says Yasuri was good. He jumped from the ground allowing the wind to push him toward Yasuri. Right as they were about to collide he flicked his blades up have the wind bring him just over Yasuri's blade. After that Harry landed and turned to face Yasuri.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri grinned, his oppoenent might be fast, but dodging in the air would be a feat even for him. Yasuri simply carried thourgh with his swing allowing a full rotation to swing his sword with incrediable force at Harry, hitting just as Harry's feet were centimeters above the ground.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry had abounds a split second to get out of the situation he was in. So as most would do in said situation he did something stupid. He created a ball of fire to send down by his feet to give him a push up. This was dumb since he couldnt control anyother element well other then air. Just as it was looking good, like it just might work, it blow up. Sending Harry back away from where he would have landed. On the bright side he did get away from Yasuri's blade. On the bad side he was dazed and couldnt stand. All harry could do right now is hope Yasuri was too.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
The song tones it down a little as the dust starts to settle, quiets, each measured pluck of sound adding to the drama of the situation. As though the music itself was on the edge of its seat, waiting to see what came of this.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri almost had him, and then a fireball exploded filling the air with smoke. He was blasted back by the explosion but angrily stood his ground eyes watering from the smoke. It was about time for this fight to end, blinking rapidly to clear his eyes, he managed to locate Harry. Yasuri suddenly turned up the gravity to x2 and walked towards Harry dragging his sword leaving a furrow in the ground. Calcuting that his dazed foe wouldn't be able to move, Yasuri moved his sword and held it at Harry's throat, his hardened muscles not wavering with the force of holding the immensly heavy sword up. "Yield." he said flatly.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry coughed some smoke out of his lungs then felt Yasuri's blade to his throat. He took off his right blade then offered his hand for a handshake. He also said "I yield. You put up a good fight. It was worth the time for me. Sorry about the explosion though." Harry then hoped Yasuri would move his sword so he could atleast sit up.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Woah..." Eriella said with wide eyes as she watched the fight end, she started to smile with closed eyes cutely. She was so engaged in the fight and was a little disappointed when it ended, she was really satisfied at how strong they were though. Her eyes wondered to see if they had any wounds, her bangs in her eyes a little.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri released his hold on gravity, ignored the small scorch marks he had from the explosion, stuck his sword into the ground, and accepted Harry's handshake with a grin, "It was a good fight, I thank you for your time."</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry sat up after the sword was moved from his neck and realized that everything felt much lighter then it did a few seconds ago. So he asked "Did you do something to make my body less able to move just now? Because everything feels much lighter." Harry could feel his explosion ahd burned him some but it didnt seem like anything major.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos straightened up and adjusted his shirt slightly while managing an air of authority to his tone. "The duel has thus concluded." He then grinned and spread his hands slightly. "You guys are pretty good." He wondered how dangerous these guys would become when they'd begin climbing the ranks. The Finn glanced around and smirked "Anyone want a go with me?"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Zorralth? How is my magic going? Eriella thought in her head, staring at Janos, she then started to hear a voice back to her.
"It's better then what it was earlier, but I'm not sure if you'll be able to fight with me." Zorralth replied to her, but she replied with a smile.
I'll rest up a little more, maybe I can actually meet some girls for once. Eriella thought in her head, laughing a little to herself, a satisfied tone from Zorralth agreeing.
Now I should head to my room. Eriella thought to herself, starting to walk off in the direction of the dorms.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Lance raised a brow and gave a lopsided smile at the place she had gone through. He was mildly surprised; there weren't that many 'Spirit' types here at the school. That was an Asian thing - Europeans usually favored Avatars or elemental magic.
"Well if you ever need any help, don't be afraid to ask!" he called out, wondering if her could hear him.
The brother of Rank 8 Shelly Harttman, stepped up. He was getting bored of watching his sister fight and he figured he'd kill time by fighting the new bloods. Arms casually resting on a large broadsword on his back. His red hair was tied up and he had an sleepy look on his face.
"I'm ready to go, if you feel up for it," he said, gripping his sword.</s>
| <|message|>Johann Strauss
The music ended with a flourish as the match drew to a close, and Johann sheathed his blade with satisfaction. He stood up, walking over to the pair of fighters without making a single sound be bowing his head to them. "Thank you for the match." he said quietly.</s> |
<|description|>Johann Strauss
**Picture/Description**: A tall boy with long gangly limbs and shot, curly blond hair and green eyes. His uniform is crisp, clean, and obviously well cared for.
**Age**: 16
**Nationality**: English
**
Weapon of Choice**: Main Gauche.
**Magic Specialization**: Sound Manipulation, most notable a family ability to control the "Volume" of anything they cut. Particularly sharp swings of the weapon are able to unleash bullets and waves of ear-splitting sound, or quite an entire area.
But none of that matters, because Johann has discovered that if you flick the weapon just right you can make music with it.
**Bio**: Any discussion of Johann must first begin with his family, who went into service in WWI as spies, assassins, and infiltrators for the emperor of their native Austria upon the discovery of their ability. The family took great pride in serving the emperor, and were shaken when the empire broke apart at the end of WWI. During WWII, like many Austrian monarchists who opposed the Nazi regime, they joined the exile community in London where they were contacted by British secret service and stabbed Nazis until the end of the war.
As the war came to an end, the family split in two. Some member wanted to return and rebuild in Austria while others had found love, happiness, and prosperity in England. The two groups parted ways amicably, the Austrian half settling down out of the cloak and dagger game while the British half was repeatedly tapped by MI6 during the Cold War and still enjoys a good relationship with them to this day.
Enter Johann, born to the British side of the family, and expected to go into the "Family Business." Drilled from a young age in both espionage and his Blade _Impulse Phenomena_ he was found to be a solid block of wood in the former and a downright prodigy in the latter, good enough to get him into a very prestigious academy despite his lackadaisical attitude.
**Other**: He carries another weapon for the purposes of dueling even though he rarely if ever does so, a rapier, because his main weapon is one typically used in the off hand.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos managed to dodge the kick - not by sheer skill, but instead by just dumb luck. When the commotion happened he lowered his knife and glanced at his opponent while being happy about the brief breather and a chance to regain his thoughts. That fellow's face just gave me an idea... He sheathed his knife and made a full set of twelve knives appear above himself.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry looked at the boy who came over and said "Thanks for the musical accompaniment." Turned to face the new fight to see what he could learn. Harry stayed seated where he was for now. While he watched the fight. Then out of no where a dude came flying through the air and interrupted the fight. Harry took the chance to stand up and move further away from the duel for safety.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
Johann also takes this opportunity to move safely away from this new duel, settling down on the grass. He would score this one as well, but improvising music that kept pace with what he was seeing was both physically and mentally exhausting. Still, he couldn't deny that it had been fine training. He decided he would hang around here a while longer, watching.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
She remained to wander, still confused with where she was currently at. What hope would it give if she were to expect a sign in between these corridors? Sure enough, an overhead direction came to pass at which Ikue's eyes glimmered and searched for the dormitory. To fate's amusement it wasn't written there. She threw a fit at the sign where she hit it with a slap of her palm, sending it to a swinging frenzy as she madly walked past.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella noticed the woman who looked a little stressed out, actually very stressed out. She noticed that the woman had hit the sign, sending it spinning, she sighed a little before jogging up to her.
"Hey are you okay?" Eriella asked with a concerned tone looking up at the woman, standing in front of her with a concerned look as well.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
"I'm okay." She said frantically to the girl whom just saw her and continued to walk with a supressed expression on her face, as if holding something from overflowing. "... No... Not really actually..."</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"What's the problem?" Eriella asked with a small smile, taking her hood off her head to pull her long red braid to to her back, she was kind of sick having her hair touching her face for a while. She had her hands behind her back as she walked alongside her.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
She stood her ground, fists clenched and her head slightly cocked forward as if frustrated. "Boys are stupid! They think they're smart and funny... But they're all brats!" Her kimonos were also bothering her, the reason as to why she left that information behind was not given. It looked like she was ready to break at a moment's notice. "A-and... I'm trying to find my dorm room. It wasn't there when I visited even though I was just from there!"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"I can take you there! I don't really know the school that well in terms of classrooms, but the one thing I know is the location of the dorms. Oh and by the way, my name is Eriella Garza." Eriella introduced herself to the girl, she remained smiling at her with her hands behind her back.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
You could almost hear her endorphins rising throughout her system as she heard those words coming from another girl. Her head perked up and eyes gleaming as if she just smelled recently-baked chocolate cookies before turning herself around to face Eriella. "You do?! Oh thank goodness!" Her smile fleshed over her lips, those eyelids blinking in happiness. "Take me there Garza-san!" She did a gesture similar to a fist-pump before walking towards a random direction.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"You're going the wrong way." Eriella giggled a little, but decided to follow the girl. It was great to Eriella that just a second ago the girl was frustrated, and now she just switched around to someone who is very happy and cheery. She started to walk next to the girl and took her map out, figuring out where they were at the time.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
"U-umm!" She turned her head slightly, giggling gingerly with Eriella while remaining to move towards that direction. Perhaps she won't be lost anymore... Or will she remain lost? "W-well what does that thing say?" The other girl had a map outlining the locations of the academy but it was all mumbo-jumbo to Ikue.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"We're actually really close! We just need to follow this path a little more and we'll be there!" Eriella said with a smile as she pointed towards a path that leads to the right, she looked up at the girl as she did so.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry saw Eriella ran off toward a direction. He wondered what she was doing. But he figured that she knew what she was doing. Plus she always had her dragon if things went was wrong. Even now Harry was amazed at that dragon.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
As soon as the path was pointed Ikue's legs immediately jogged over to turn to the corner, and sure enough there was the side entrance of the dormitory! She waited until Eriella turned the corner before continuing to go into the dorm. "Thank you Garza-san!" She grinned and began skipping to the entrance of the dorm, and tripping on her Kimono's skirt, ripping parts of it open. "Agh, stupid dress!"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella was happy that the dorms weren't actually that far away, they were relatively close to it. When she noticed that Ikue fell over, her eyes widened as she immediately ran over to her and crouched down to her.
"Are you okay?" Eriella asks, offering a hand to help her get up.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
"Urgghh... I'm fine..." She sprawled a little and took Eriella's hand firmly to pull herself up before dusting off the dress. "What kind of parent expect me to wear this anyway? It's getting in my way!" Her moods were already swinging to a steamy one, despite feeling so happy just a moment ago. She decided to lift her skirt a little to give room for her legs to move a little bit more freely and quickly to search for her name on the doors. "Garza-san! Help me look for my name~!"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella wasn't troubled at all by Ikue's swinging moods, she actually kind of thought that it made her a little more original. She looked around the dorms for a brief moment before being asked to help look for Ikue's name, but she didn't actually know it.
"So what's your name?" Eriella asked, a comedic sweat drop on her head, and an awkward smile.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
"What do you believe she'll use it for?" Johann asked aloud, watching this boy watch the girl. "The dragon, I mean. After she graduates."</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hansel stared at the interruption. THen he glared. His sword was in a position that frankly did not make him look friendly. "That was . . . annoying," he said. Then, turning to Janos, he lifted his sword horizontally forward. "NEver mind them, let's continue."</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
Her quick steps twirled around to face Eriella after hearing what she had said. "Eh?! I didn't tell you? I'm sorry!" She held her hands in front of her face, red in embarrassment from what just happened. How could she had forgotten? "I'm... My name is... How do you... Ah yes... In English you arrange it first name first... It's Ikue Endo! You can call me Iku!" With that, she continued to try and look for her room around the corridor near her.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Ikue Endo? That's a cool name! Glad to know you Iku!" Eriella said with a large smile, now knowing that it would be easier to find Iku's dorm room. Her eyes wondered around to look for Ikue Endo, she walked around the hallway as she did so like a child.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
They continued to search, until finally they found the room bearing the name 'Ikue Endo' on it. There was no further hesitation with Ikue with entering her dorm quickly, without politely asking Eriella to wait for her outside while she changes over quickly.
(go ahead peek)
She stripped off her kimonos away and left them all over the floor, before slapping on herself a pair of short jeans and a green t-shirt-- undoing her intricately put hair and tied it to twin pigtails, brushing several pink strands of hair away and putting on some light make up on her pale skin and some oriental cologne on herself. She quickly rushed out with her Daito and put on some casual sneakers. "Ready to go!"</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry looked at the dude who did the music for his duel with Yasuri. Then answered his question saying "Well my best guess is protect her village. She said she inherited her daggers from her village elder so I guess he wanted her to succeed him or her." after contemplating this thought a little longer Harry realized he never introduced himself to this dude. So he then said "I'm Harry by the way nice to meet you."</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella waited outside for Iku, she had noticed that she had trouble in her outfit, and she didn't really want to be rude and peek on her. When she had noticed that Iku came out, she smiled at her and put her hood back on, the top of it resembling cat ears. She pulled her braid back to where it originally was, looking up at Iku. "Yeah, let's go!"</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
"Johann." He says softly. This boy was very quiet in pretty much every way. "I suppose you have a similar goal? To protect something? To become strong?"</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
"Oh. Garza-san, is that you? Oh my gosh, are you a neko?!" She looks at the garment that looked-like cat ears with gleaming cheeriness and curiousity. She threw her hands to the cowl and rubbing the ears. "Aww." She said disappointed, having felt the material of the ears. Just to make sure, she quickly looked underneath her skirt/pants for kitty tails and was immediately disappointed again.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry thougbt about it for a bkt then said "I really just want to learn some control. I can uso some of my magic without a hitch." Harry then paused to make sure he worded this the right wayto get his poi t across then said "But as I'im'm sure you saw some of it is very unstable. So I just want to be able to use my magic safely. What about you whats your plan after this school?"</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos smirked as he lifted his hands slightly. Both of his arms had the bracers again. "I'm just amazed I have survived this long." He made barely noticeable wrist movements and the floating knives formed two arcs in front of him. "I still have a long way to go, don't I?" Little wrist flicks sent the twelve knives towards Hansel at much higher speed than before.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
"Indeed, but that is not a bad thing!" said Hansel. He swiped his sword in a wide arc, knocking aside the knives, before lunging forwards and thrusting his sword towards Janos right leg.</s>
| <|message|>Johann Strauss
"One man band." he replies quickly. He didn't even have to think about it. "I'll probably have to keep training, though. Realistically. This place and I are a poor match."</s> |
<|description|>Johann Strauss
**Picture/Description**: A tall boy with long gangly limbs and shot, curly blond hair and green eyes. His uniform is crisp, clean, and obviously well cared for.
**Age**: 16
**Nationality**: English
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Weapon of Choice**: Main Gauche.
**Magic Specialization**: Sound Manipulation, most notable a family ability to control the "Volume" of anything they cut. Particularly sharp swings of the weapon are able to unleash bullets and waves of ear-splitting sound, or quite an entire area.
But none of that matters, because Johann has discovered that if you flick the weapon just right you can make music with it.
**Bio**: Any discussion of Johann must first begin with his family, who went into service in WWI as spies, assassins, and infiltrators for the emperor of their native Austria upon the discovery of their ability. The family took great pride in serving the emperor, and were shaken when the empire broke apart at the end of WWI. During WWII, like many Austrian monarchists who opposed the Nazi regime, they joined the exile community in London where they were contacted by British secret service and stabbed Nazis until the end of the war.
As the war came to an end, the family split in two. Some member wanted to return and rebuild in Austria while others had found love, happiness, and prosperity in England. The two groups parted ways amicably, the Austrian half settling down out of the cloak and dagger game while the British half was repeatedly tapped by MI6 during the Cold War and still enjoys a good relationship with them to this day.
Enter Johann, born to the British side of the family, and expected to go into the "Family Business." Drilled from a young age in both espionage and his Blade _Impulse Phenomena_ he was found to be a solid block of wood in the former and a downright prodigy in the latter, good enough to get him into a very prestigious academy despite his lackadaisical attitude.
**Other**: He carries another weapon for the purposes of dueling even though he rarely if ever does so, a rapier, because his main weapon is one typically used in the off hand.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Ok, calm down, damnit... calm down... I've gotten this far... Shit my side hurts... Focus, focus... My legs might give away soon... " Helvetti... tää päättyy huonosti..." Janos gritted his teeth as he spread his hands to the sides. "I know how this is gonna end." He spat on the ground and flicked his wrists. This time the twelve knives appeared around Hansel - roughly 4 feet away from him and began spinning wildly. Judging by the fact that the knives were flickering noticeably between corporeal and incorporeal forms Janos was barely able to concentrate anymore.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hansel nodded and pointed towards a wide flat building with two floors to the north. It was close by and even walking wouldn't take long. "Hurry then," he said, not taking his eyes of Janos. "He appears to want to continue."
He was honestly a little disappointed in how they treated the fight. Did they not have more faith in an 8th Ranker? You can't reach this position through power alone; it was not just a rank, it was also a title, a title that meant you've got intelligence, control, power and maturity that befits the rank. They were as much in charge of watching over duels as the instructors, and moreover, duels that involved themselves carried very little risk under normal circumstances.
"I will give you this last chance to surrender before I incapacitate you and end this match," said Hansel blandly. "You are clearly no longer in fighting condition, whereas I haven't even needed to use magic once this whole fight. Surrender, and you won't have to wake up in the infirmary with a pounding headache."</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
At least that would mean I could say I fought till I couldn't continue... Janos noticed that his hands were shaking, but he was slightly calming down already - not fully so, but at least he wasn't foaming at the mouth and other such things. "If I intend on continuing this fight - as foolish as it is at this point - would you at least give me the honor of attacking you one more time before taking me down?" His voice was strained, his leg hurt, his side ached and his concentration was nearly broken - though the knives stayed a bit more corporeal already. "I'm down to my trump card here, so how about it?" Janos actually smiled - that little voice in the back of his head told him that he had done enough, he had managed to fight an 8 ranker this far. "I need to visit the infirmary anyways after this..."</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Yeah.. it's not really ears. I wear this because it kind of makes me happy and calm, and I really like cats and kittens as well!" Eriella said with a smile, both of her hands on the hood to keep it over her head.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hansel smiled. That was more like it. "Then come at me," he said, gesturing forward with his free hand. "In return, I shall respond with my own trump card; I feel it is only fair you get to see at least some of my magic after fighting for this long."</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
All that she could think about was how cute it looked on Eriella. Perhaps something that was more important was why she was wearing it... But would that hold personal reasons? Perhaps she doesn't like boys as well? If that was the reason, Ikue could wholly understand that concept as she too hates them. They're just... Stupid. Inconsiderate.
"You like cats too?! Oh my gosh!" She sprang up in a joyous jump. "Insta-bestfriends!" She hugged Eriella tightly before letting go. "I love cats! They're the best animal in the world~" She daydreamed of one majestic and sexy-looking cat in her head in that thought and how she wanted to just snuggle it up around her arms and everything. "So pretty and so cunning. They're just incredible!" She continued on for some more about cats before calming down and asking her; "Oh yes, where should we go? I don't know the place much and I might get us lost..."</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos nodded and with a swift movement crossed his arms in front of his chest with palms facing outwards. The floating, wildly spinning knives flew towards Hansel - this time with more precision. He knew full well that the fight was over now, but still the Finn changed his stance - he promised to show his trump card and that was what he was going to do. He lifted his hands in to what was pretty much a boxing stance - with his wounded leg farther from his foe. He punched the air three times and each punch sent out three knives - the first set was aimed at Hansel's head, the second at his feet and the third one at his midsection. Damn it... If I need to move my leg is going to give out on me...</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella's favorite animal was actually a dragon, but she pretty much loved cats equally. She used to own a cat with her foster family, and she loved to pet it and feed it everyday. She briefly put her hand on the ear for a second, a smile on her face as she looked back towards Iku.
"Hey Iku, there's an area for relaxing in the school, since it says that no sparring is allowed there." Eriella said staring deeply into the map, looking at all of the options available. She would be lucky to even make it back into the dorm rooms, she can get lost easily, but as long as she has her map she'll manage. She then looked up at Iku to see if she agreed to the plan.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
"Let's gooo!" She exclaimed excitedly with her fist pump. She waited for Eriella to start moving so that she could follow. During their trip there, Ikue started to think more about what the academy is like... And if its true it has people with extraordinary powers like her. "Hey Garza-san... Is it true that people are special here?"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Special? Well you could say so you know. I actually have the ability to summon a dragon named Zorralth, but by myself I'm actually pretty weak." Eriella said putting a hand on the back of her head, she wasn't trying to brag or sound annoying at all, she just wanted to share her magic along with her new friend.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
"Ooh, dragons. Can you show me Zorralth-san?" She asked in a whisper-like tone. She looked towards Eriella's face with a smile. "It isn't about being weak. It's about having strength... And believing that you are strong." She looked around and came running towards a wall. "Hey Eriella! Watch me!" She runs into the wall, her body phasing through the wall and she peeked out her head from the wall. "I can walk through walls!"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Sure I can show you Zorralth! Though I can't really have him out for long, he drains my magic energy. That's why I came to this academy, to get stronger as myself, and to be able to hang out with Zorralth much longer!" Eriella said with a smile, she then noticed that Iku had walked into the wall and stuck her head out. Eriella started to laugh a little bit, she looked a little silly, but it looked really cool at the same time.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Leo arrives to his dormroom and frowns, looking around. There wasn't any other luggage around but his. Was he really going to have this room all for himself? Well, it did not bother him that much really. Maybe no one would be getting disturbed by him waking up and making noises at sunrise then. He sighs slightly and shakes his head then before he starts to unpack and places his things quite messily into the small closet. He sees that his things are not falling out and nods, that was good enough, then he shuts the door.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
After making several expressions Ikue allowed herself off the wall to re-accompany her new beloved friend Eriella. Being with other girls felt much closer to home than actually being home... "Do we need to clear out for Zorralth-san? Should we wait until we get to the spot you're talking about??" She gleefully said.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
Johann found his way inside one of the healing areas and the effect was extraordinary.
It was a white room, cots and benches lining the walls being manned by no one. Instead the room was bathed in a golden light that he felt immediately going to work on his arm. It was a warm light, a pleasant feeling washing away the pain. He walked around looking for the source of this phenomenon and found only a single golden line on the ceiling from which it poured.
No, wait, not on the ceiling. Not a line, now that he looked at it. A cut. A powerful Impulse had sliced through the area of this room. He'd seen his father do something like this before, but not on a scale this large. His 「The Sound of Silence」 lasted only a few minutes at a time.
"Hello?" He called out. No one answered. This wasn't something that was recently put up.
"Extraordinary." he said.</s>
<|message|>Елена Акулова
"Разве это не дерьмо снова...." the blond girl mumbled under her breath as she walked the empty halls of the school. The foreign girl had arrived in the United Kingdom only days ago to attend this prestigious school to master the strange magical artifact of her family. The poor girl, however, was lost in the vast halls of the building. Class was most likely in session, as there was not a soul in sight. Sighing, she squinted at the pamphlet she had received. While she spoke English fine, she still had issues translating the written form to her first language, Russian. "Где, черт возьми, что-нибудь в этой школе !?" she thought to herself angrily. After another ten minutes of wandering, she peaked into a room. It was strange, golden light radiating through the room with cots and benches, like a magical nurse room. She saw a young man, seemingly fascinated by the source of the light. "E-Excuse me?" she asked hesitantly with a thick accent. "C-Can you help me?"</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
"Hmm?" Johann said, truing around. He took another look around the room just to reconfirm that he was the only person here she could be talking to, shrugged, and walked over. "With what?"</s>
<|message|>Елена Акулова
"I am.. a bit lost in this school. It's my first day." she said. "So I need help finding the dorms. The pamphlet they handed me wasn't very helpful." The girl said. It was now somewhat obvious, with her backpack and suitcase around her as well as the old rifle on her back, brandishing the magical blade.</s>
<|message|>Ryuu Ishigawa
Sometimes Ryuu took a shortcut by the girls dorms. It was the fastest way to the practice fields from the Boys dorm, after all. While walking by this time, however, he saw a woman's leg come out of the wall, then reenter it. What is going on? he thought. Some new girl trying out her powers? Interesting. He was hoping to find someone to duel with, hopefully one of the new people. He may not be the best fighter in school but dueling new students was a good way to see what everyone could do before they got too strong. Hopefully he'd be able to plan a way to defeat them, then, like Batman with the Justice League. True, it was American manga, but they were much more common here than Japanese manga, so he'd read what he could get his hands on.
He waited outside the nearby door for the girls to come out, and pulled the latest issue of X-men out of his pocket. It was something to do as he waited, at least.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
Johann takes the pamphlet from her hands and gives it a good look over. She was right, there wasn't much on here. He idley wondered exactly how much they were expected to figure out for themselves, and whether or not that was the whole point. He hands the pamphlet back. "What Rank were you assigned? From what I know that's what determines housing."</s>
<|message|>Елена Акулова
"My rank? Oh umm..." she shifted through some papers before pulling out her transcript. "Rank...rank...rank... Ah ha! Here it is. Says I'm rank... 3! That is good, yes?" The girl had been very briefly told about how the system worked before being sent off as her arrival was admittedly... unexpected.</s>
| <|message|>Johann Strauss
Johann starts to shake his head no. "If you were a zero you could just look for the least extravagant dorms." Come to think of it, this place was pretty fancy. Was he allowed in here? Irrelevant detail, he left it behind. Instead he took her to the door he had come in from that led outside, directly onto the training field, and threw it open to reveal the various duels taking place. There actually seemed to be more people out here than last time, which was kind of surprising. "You can probably find someone who knows out there. That's how I found this room."</s> |
<|description|>Janos Kalpa
Picture/Description: Janos is quite a short fellow, standing at 5'2. His shoulders aren't very wide and there is just something very nonthreathening about him. Janos' black hair is tied to a short ponytail to keep it off from his eyes. His eyes are a pale shade of green. Janos has a very effeminate face and sometimes his actual gender has been a point of confusion to some.
Age: 19
Nationality: Finnish
Weapon of Choice: two straight bladed combat knives with black handles and blade lenght of 8 inches.
Magic Specialization: Avatar Summoning: Flowing Knives. Janos' avatar takes the form of bracers that have two small blades extending barely past his knuckles. The Flowing Knives creates as it's name would suggest an amount of throwing knives - currently 12 is the maximum number Janos can concentrate with and fight effectively - the knives follow the summoner's hand movements and with little wrist movements they can be thrown with much more force and accuracy than what would be possible without the use of the avatar.
Bio: With the family name Kalpa - roughly translating to épee, or sword - you would think that you are somehow destined to be a swordsman of at the very least some caliber. Janos somehow became exactly that. At the age of 16 Janos joined the academy to further his skills even more and did his best to learn controlling his avatar. At 18 he left the academy for the mandatory year in the Finnish Defense Forces - attaining the rank of Alikersantti, or Corporal. He's returned to the academy to meet old faces, new faces and to as he would put it himself 'finish his learning'.
Other: Janos has a bit of a short temper, especially with the younger students. He's admittedly a bit of a nerd.</s>
<|message|>Nathan Grant
Nathan would quietly leave the crowd, being tossed around slightly, but pushing back against the people trying to push him around, heading into the main halls, sitting down between Rooms 5B and 4B, and staring at his dark weaponry</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos turned on his heels and nearly fell on his backside when he too saw the dragon. "Mi-mi-mitä... helvettiä?" He had seen a few odd things in his life, but never a dragon before. "Onkohan toi typy Targaryenin sukua?" He smirked and adjusted his shirt slightly while doing his best to hide his amazement. Janos managed to gather his composure remarkably quickly and calmly walked closer to the dragon and the girl. "Well I'll be damned, a gal and a dragon, you planning on heading to King's Landing with an army soon?" He quipped while keeping his eyes on the dragon more than the girl. Silently he admitted to himself that he was such a nerd.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry nodded to Eriella asking if he liked the dragon. Harry smiled and said "I don't see how I couldnt like him even with my magic I couldnt beat him. Not that I would want ir would try to fight him though." Then turned his head as another dude came over. Harry laughed at the dude joke then saying "While I'm sure they could do some good damage I dont think they'd be here right now unless they wanted to get stronger in some way.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Yeah, I want to get really strong, we don't really have any goals after that. Probably to just protect, and look after everybody you know." Eriella smiled, remaining to sit on Zorralth. She smiled down at Harry with happiness, she was very lucky to be accepted into Blade Master Academy.
"But the thing is, I can't really have Zorralth out for long, since I'm very weak by myself. I've only started to train a year ago after all when I was given these knives." Eriella showed him both of her knives which had dragons on the blade, they were glowing green slightly due to her summoning Zorralth.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
> "Hm? Oh this is my way for find a friend mister, even if I have to fight!" Eriella grinned happily herself, she had to have a friend, no _she needed to have a friend._ Her dragon was quite large, even for her.
>
> "Are you challenging her?" The dragon asked the male, he had a very mature male voice, his name is Zorralth.
"Of course I am, I haven't had a good fight since I got here and I fully intend to fix that." Yasuri said grinning as he readied his greatsword. This was going to be fun, of course if his offer was refused he couldn't very well fight them without permission.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella then jumped off Zorralth, he went back into the sky as her knives stopped glowing. She fell on her knee, but decided to stand back up before looking to Yasuri.
"How about later? Summoning Zorralth takes a lot of energy out of me, so I'd like to heal up for our duel." Eriella smiled, panting slightly from all the magic she used, but she was glad that she'd get to fight somebody today. From Yasuri's height, Eriella was literally a midget, she was 4' 11" after all.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry studied the guy that challenged Eriella and said "I cant summon a dragon but if you want while she rests I could duel you. After watching the rank 8's fight I've been wanting a duel myself." Harry then put on his blades from his legs. He wasnt sure if the dude would agree but Harry wanted to be readin case he did.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri's face fell for a moment because he didn't get to fight the dragon and the girl but he would get his chance later so that was alright. He turned to face the other boy who offered a supplumentary challenge. "Of course that would be fine, let combat begin." he said drawing himself into a stance that left his greatsword in a position to easily be swung to his defense from an assult from any angle. Yasuri carefully analyzed his opponent's weapons. They were light enough that his gravity control wouldn't make them unusable and given the arm blades his foe was most likely quick and agile. However the twin-blades also gave him the option of an X-Defense, nevertheless his greatsword should be able to smash through any defenses his enemy would put up. If the boy instead relied on dodging... it would be an interesting match.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos took a step back to give the two enough room to start their little scuffle, his left hand rested on the hilts of his knives. "Now gents, how about we make this li'll duel of yours a proper one? I'll give you the signal to start and will also take the liberty of stepping in if things get out of hand." He smirked and took another step back. "Gentlemen, ready your weapons and take your stances." He paused to wait for both of the duelists being seemingly ready before smirking "You may begin."</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella then ran back in the crowd to give them space as well, she had a smile on her face even though she used lots of magic to summon Zorralth. She put her knives away into their sheaths on her right side, she was really excited to know which one of these men would be victorious. She then heard a voice in her head.
'Analyse the fighting, and use that knowledge to help improve your abilities.' The voice said in her head she nods as she stared off at the two.
_I got it._ She thought to myself in her head.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Leo finally recovered from his dumbstruck about meeting a Finn and seeing a dragon, and a soon as there was another duel set up he shook his head slightly. It was gonna be a busy day apparently for some people,yet since there did not seem to be anything else to do, he could as well stand around and watch their duel. He doubts that he'll really learn anything out of it personally, but at least he should be able to kill some time by doing so. He places his ax safely on his shoulder so no one could accidentally cut themselves with it and takes a place in the crowd.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry got in his stance leaving his arms along the sides of his body slightly bent at the elbow. To allow his blades to be ready to strike as needed. Harry then said "Lets have a nice fight. I hope to learn a lot from this." He then started studying his opponent and his great sword. Harry knew that he would not be able to block easily so he was gonna have to dodge every chance he got. Harry decided to ask "Before we start might I hear you name. I prefer to know the name of the people I fight. My name is Harry." After hearing the name of his opponent Harry decided not to show any of his magic until he fully studied Yasuri. Plus Harry was only able to do a so much with his magic before getting tired. Harry then rushed in keeping his blades low for a quick strike.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri grinned, he liked this man. "My name is Yasuri." he stated simply and his eye's narrowed as he watched Henry burst into a dash towards him. Yasuri responded to his foe's attack with a low sweep from left to right with the flat of his blade, timed to coincide with Henry's dash.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
As the fight begins in earnest a funky Spanish guitar riff starts to play, the notes of the song emphasizing both parties movements perfectly.
It's coming from this weird dude that no one heard walk up. He's flicking a dagger.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry smiled as the music started to play with the movements of battle. He gave the kid playing a quick glance then focused back-on the fight. He jumped back from the swing of Yasuri's sword. He didnt want to be losing his legs today. He was gonna need to be more careful while fighting Yasuri. Harry was a little surprised at how quickly Yasuri swung his sword. Harry smiled then said "I have to admit your good. I'll have to be careful while fighting you."</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri ignored the compiment and the strange acopmiant and instead focused on Henry. It seemed it was Yasuri's turn to attack, so he put his sword behind his shoulder, stepped foward, and used his shoulder to flip his massive sword into a devastatingly quick overhand swing.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos examined the two combatants carefully, trying to read their styles and think the best ways of countering them. He took his eyes off from the two to glance at the fellow who was flicking his dagger and making music with it. "Well that's a bit different."</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry dodged to the right of the swing only just barely dodging. He jumped back from Yasuri. He definitely had to be careful in this fight. He might lose a limb or something. So he ran behind Yasuri and lunged in with his blades.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Leo wasn't feeling too good about the fight that was going on. The two had apparently just met because of the girl and her dragon, and were already having a spar. The problem with this in his opinion was that there was no one to keep an eye out of the two, well, aside from this weird Finn who apparently knew a bit of what he was doing. But as for someone with proper authority to watch over a duel, there was no one. Not a teacher or anyone like that, not to mention that these apparently were here for their first year, Leo really doubts that they could control their powers or more importantly, emotions during their duel. "Pappa aina sanoi ettei pidä tapella turhaan..tai vihasena." He muttered and turned around, heading back to the dorm room before anyone gets hurt or he gets involved into something he doesn't really have interest in.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri sighed mentally, as he expected his foe was agile enough to dodge a simple swing. Yasuri would have to take him by surprise. Yasuri ripped his blade out of the ground and set it behind his shoulder as Harry lunged in from behind. Yasuri jerked his body backwards slamming his great-sword into Harry's attack. As soon as Yasuri felt an impact he would once again use his shoulder to swing upwards with what would do doubt be a shocking amount of force hopefully taking his enemy by surprise. He certainly hoped that Harry could properly analyze danger, Yasuri could stop his swings on a dime but if Harry didn't yield then it would be hard to know when to stop himself.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry was caught off gaurd by Yasuri's quick switch between offense to defense. Harry got his legs under himself then jumped back from the swing of Yasuri's sword. He was gonna have to be quicker or more cunning for this fight. Harry choose to be cunning and quick. He was going to use some of his magic. He would use the wind to help move around quicker it wasnt the most he could do with his magic but it was all he wanted to use right now. So he focused on the wind around his body then saying "Well as I said your good. To be able to swing that sword around so easily. Well its amazing you have trained well. So I'm gonna have to up my game, so to speak." After that Harry lunged forward and flicked his blades. This pushed the wind behind him into his body pushing him faster then what he was going.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri responded with a simple defense to a simple attack he stabbed his blade dowards directly where Harry was headed, timing it so the two would collide, not that he doubted Harry could dodge it but it should give him some breathing room.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry jumped up and over Yasuri's strike and Yasuri himself. Harry knew that even as fast as Yasuri swung his sword. It would take him sometime to recover and to defend himself. So Harry swung his blades just next to Yasuri's shoulder. With the intent to startle not injure. Though Harry figured Yasuri could still do something to dodge or even block Harry's strike he wanted to be sure.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri grinned, it was time to do something reckless. As his blade sunk into the ground he braced himself by holding it and flipped over it slamming into Harry midair and theoretically leaving him stunned long enough to allow Yasuri to land a follow up attack. It would be bad if Harry had attacked mid air, but Yasuri had seen many a battle and could see he intended to strike after he landed.</s>
| <|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos focused on the fight again, in his opinion these kids would end up killing each other soon - a little miscalculation or slightly overextended strike and it would be over for sure in a gruesome manner to boot. Personally he had never understood this part of the Academy - everyone used live weapons, not training ones and occasionally there were injuries, some even lethal.
Still Janos did not complain - one fellow with his guts hanging out would mean less competition - he did however drop in to a low crouch while keeping his eyes on both Harry and Yasuri. He'd stop them immediately if either of them began to bleed - by force if necessary.</s> |
<|description|>Janos Kalpa
Picture/Description: Janos is quite a short fellow, standing at 5'2. His shoulders aren't very wide and there is just something very nonthreathening about him. Janos' black hair is tied to a short ponytail to keep it off from his eyes. His eyes are a pale shade of green. Janos has a very effeminate face and sometimes his actual gender has been a point of confusion to some.
Age: 19
Nationality: Finnish
Weapon of Choice: two straight bladed combat knives with black handles and blade lenght of 8 inches.
Magic Specialization: Avatar Summoning: Flowing Knives. Janos' avatar takes the form of bracers that have two small blades extending barely past his knuckles. The Flowing Knives creates as it's name would suggest an amount of throwing knives - currently 12 is the maximum number Janos can concentrate with and fight effectively - the knives follow the summoner's hand movements and with little wrist movements they can be thrown with much more force and accuracy than what would be possible without the use of the avatar.
Bio: With the family name Kalpa - roughly translating to épee, or sword - you would think that you are somehow destined to be a swordsman of at the very least some caliber. Janos somehow became exactly that. At the age of 16 Janos joined the academy to further his skills even more and did his best to learn controlling his avatar. At 18 he left the academy for the mandatory year in the Finnish Defense Forces - attaining the rank of Alikersantti, or Corporal. He's returned to the academy to meet old faces, new faces and to as he would put it himself 'finish his learning'.
Other: Janos has a bit of a short temper, especially with the younger students. He's admittedly a bit of a nerd.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry coughed some smoke out of his lungs then felt Yasuri's blade to his throat. He took off his right blade then offered his hand for a handshake. He also said "I yield. You put up a good fight. It was worth the time for me. Sorry about the explosion though." Harry then hoped Yasuri would move his sword so he could atleast sit up.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Woah..." Eriella said with wide eyes as she watched the fight end, she started to smile with closed eyes cutely. She was so engaged in the fight and was a little disappointed when it ended, she was really satisfied at how strong they were though. Her eyes wondered to see if they had any wounds, her bangs in her eyes a little.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri released his hold on gravity, ignored the small scorch marks he had from the explosion, stuck his sword into the ground, and accepted Harry's handshake with a grin, "It was a good fight, I thank you for your time."</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry sat up after the sword was moved from his neck and realized that everything felt much lighter then it did a few seconds ago. So he asked "Did you do something to make my body less able to move just now? Because everything feels much lighter." Harry could feel his explosion ahd burned him some but it didnt seem like anything major.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos straightened up and adjusted his shirt slightly while managing an air of authority to his tone. "The duel has thus concluded." He then grinned and spread his hands slightly. "You guys are pretty good." He wondered how dangerous these guys would become when they'd begin climbing the ranks. The Finn glanced around and smirked "Anyone want a go with me?"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Zorralth? How is my magic going? Eriella thought in her head, staring at Janos, she then started to hear a voice back to her.
"It's better then what it was earlier, but I'm not sure if you'll be able to fight with me." Zorralth replied to her, but she replied with a smile.
I'll rest up a little more, maybe I can actually meet some girls for once. Eriella thought in her head, laughing a little to herself, a satisfied tone from Zorralth agreeing.
Now I should head to my room. Eriella thought to herself, starting to walk off in the direction of the dorms.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Lance raised a brow and gave a lopsided smile at the place she had gone through. He was mildly surprised; there weren't that many 'Spirit' types here at the school. That was an Asian thing - Europeans usually favored Avatars or elemental magic.
"Well if you ever need any help, don't be afraid to ask!" he called out, wondering if her could hear him.
The brother of Rank 8 Shelly Harttman, stepped up. He was getting bored of watching his sister fight and he figured he'd kill time by fighting the new bloods. Arms casually resting on a large broadsword on his back. His red hair was tied up and he had an sleepy look on his face.
"I'm ready to go, if you feel up for it," he said, gripping his sword.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
The music ended with a flourish as the match drew to a close, and Johann sheathed his blade with satisfaction. He stood up, walking over to the pair of fighters without making a single sound be bowing his head to them. "Thank you for the match." he said quietly.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos rolled his eyes and very slightly bowed his head to the fellow who had answered his offer with a challenge. "It's all fun and games to beat up others until someone loses an eye. I'd prefer not using proper weapons for this, but since you only have that huge thing with you..." He very casually removed the red shirt of his and tossed it aside while taking notes of his opponent - length of arms, size of weapon and other such. "Oh well, guess we might do this properly." The Finn straightened up and took a step forwards "Janos Kalpa, 3rd rank. I hereby accept your answer and thus we shall duel."</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
The young man nodded. He placed the sword in a long sheathe. "This should suffice, yes?" he said. As he walked forward, he let the sheathed sword hang loosely from his hand. "Hansel Harttman, Rank 8. Treat me well . . ."
His form was slack and he was looking at Janos through half-lidded eyes.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
I can't attack without getting within his reach... Unless... Janos unsheathed his knives and smiled a bit apologetically - as if he was sorry that he was only carrying proper knives with him. He dropped in to a low crouch, holding his left hand at the height of his cheek while holding the knife in reverse grip. His right hand held the knife normally, but he pointed the blade downwards. I can't hold back an inch with that guy... Janos leaped forwards and made a swift stab towards Hansel's left shoulder with the knife in his right hand.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hansel crouched down to avoid the blow and spun, dragging his sword with him. The motion turned his sword act like a tail that went for Janos legs. Hansel was aiming to trip the other boy.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos rolled to the side and hastily got back on his feet. He's fast... damnit.. He moved his hands slightly and made his avatar bracers appear while trying to come up with a plan. He began cautiously circling around Hansel. Friggin 8 ranker... Guess I'm not holding back then... He made barely noticeable wrist movements that made two grayish-blue knives appear behind Hansel at knee height.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hansel, not noticing or not caring about the knives behind him charged straight for Janos. His sword swung in an overhead arch going towards his shoulder. The boys left hand meanwhile was held loosely to his side, his palms parallel to the ground. His facial expression barely changed throughout it all.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri nodded to the quiet boy, "And thank you, for that interesting accopmiant." Then he turned to face the new duel that was starting watching avidly. One of them was using knives, and the other a sword almost as large as his own.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Instead of dodging or parrying possible incoming attacks Janos instead dashed towards his opponent to minimize the range advantage and aimed a quick stab towards the wrist of Hansel's sword wielding arm with his left hand and blatantly aimed a stab towards his opponent's throat with his right hand.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
"The problem with dual wielding knives at close range is that the user has pretty much nothing left for defense," said Hansel, speaking for the first time. Hansel stopped his movements by leaning back, pulling his arms backwards and firmly sticking a foot towards Janos body. Because of his dash and the fact that both of his arms were outstretched, normally there wouldn't be time to stop or twist around it.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Crap... Janos got hit and reeled back a bit, he took a few sidesteps, dropped his knives and clutched his chest. "Didn't think it through really, gotta admit that..." He shook his head and straightened up. "I ain't done yet though." The Finn took a bit different stance while quickly picking up his knives. He sheathed one of the knives and moved the remaining one to his right hand. Jeezh, I made a damn rookie mistake... "So I'd like to continue the duel if you don't have anything against it."</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hansel smiled. It was the first time his expression changed. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't want to continue it."The man took a stance as well. He lifted his sword until it aligned with his body perfectly, and placed his right hand on the left side of the blade.
"Come."</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos bowed his head very slightly before dropping to a low crouch again and dashing forwards. The bracer from his right hand disappeared and the left one seemed a bit more sturdy. I should just hurl knives at him already, but... the hell is that stance, Hajime Saito's Gatotsu or something? ...I'm such a nerd... Janos lifted his left hand slightly, like he was preparing to actually parry an oncoming strike.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hansel tapped his foot and jumped upwards, lifting his sword up as he did so. His eyes focused heavily on Janos right foot, making it very obvious where he was aiming to strike.
"Hah!" he shouted as he lifted his sword.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos flicked his left wrist towards Hansel and at the same time took a quick backstep. The two knives that had thus far just floated in the air shot upwards and headed towards Hansel's back. He's going to aim somewhere else... He took another side step and flicked his wrist again, shooting four new knives towards Hansel.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Hansel grinned. The stance he held up until now was a heavy defensive stance. It held the blade at an equilibrium and made quickly defending from every angle possible. He swatted the two swords behind him and kicked away the incoming knives. His boots where thick, so throwing daggers via the normal method wouldn't work.
As soon as he closed in on the ground he stabbed his blade down and used it as a pole vault, extending the range of his foot and bringing down the back of his boots towards Janos head as he sidestepped.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Janus' and Hansel's duel was rudely interrupted as Alistair Winchester junior, fourth ranker, rich kid and a bully, flew through the circle of people around them and right at their feet. His expensive suit was slightly torn and his very decorated trademark cutlass was nowhere to be seen, his right cheek was bruised and his nose was bleeding, and his right eye was unable to open up properly. He groans and spits out some blood. Leo's voice can be heard a bit father."So, want to say again what you say about my Ma and Pa and their family?"
-Just a few moments earlier-
Leo was on his way back to his dorm when he was stopped by a male about his age. He and few of his friends that were dressed in very stylish, he guessed, suits that probably had cost a good bit of money were eyeing at him along their noses. "Well well well." The male spoke to Leo."I never knew they allowed peasants such as you into the academy. No no, don't say a word, I can smell it on you. Hay, dirt and pigs. Ugh." He spoke down at Leo, figuratively though, Leo was taller than him. He opens his mouth to ask something but the male continues still."No, I said do not say a word peasant. I know all about you, MY Father has already filled me in with the newcomers of this year. He also did mention that such poor peasant such as yourself is going to step in the same classes as younger ones than you. What, can't read that well yet?" Leo finally manages to get a word out. "What is peasant?" He asks and the trio bursts into laughter."Oh wait, it's not a peasant, it's a retard! You do not even know who you are talking to, do you mud eater?" Leo shook his head."I, am Alistair Winchester junior of the Winchester family, WE have been attending to this academy's construction and funding. Thus, we hold a significant amounts of respect around these parts." Leo was already going to ask another question, but Alistair cut him off again."And thus, now you might wonder, why me, A member of noble family such as mine would approach a lowly peasant such as you. Now the thing is simple. You're a farmboy, you are accustomed of carrying things. I am going to challenge you into a fight." He states."And you have no other option but to agree, else you will fly straight back to your peasant father and wench of a mother on a first plane." He draws his cutlass slowly."Have at th-" He's cut off by Leo's firm leather boot that sinks into his crotch, his eyes widen and mouth falls open as Leo frowns."Fight, accept." He speaks, grabs Alistair from his shirt and punches him in the face hard enough to send him against the crowd and tearing off a bit of his shirt.</s>
| <|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos managed to dodge the kick - not by sheer skill, but instead by just dumb luck. When the commotion happened he lowered his knife and glanced at his opponent while being happy about the brief breather and a chance to regain his thoughts. That fellow's face just gave me an idea... He sheathed his knife and made a full set of twelve knives appear above himself.</s> |
<|description|>Tucker Browne
Picture/Description:
Age:16
Nationality: American
Weapon of Choice (Must be a bladed weapon): Axe
Magic Specialization: Physical Enhancement
Bio:
The son of a lumberjack and farmer, Tucker cared little for the discovery of magic. He was content with a life on the country side, and didn't really see himself doing anything other then that. One day, when he was 14, he was out collecting wood for his fireplace, when he was attacked by a bear. The only thing in his hand was his family's axe, which he had been playing with (much to his parents dismay) since he was a boy. He knew logically that even this wouldn't help him.
Against all logic however, the moment he tried desperately to fight for his life, he found himself stronger, faster and more durable than the bear itself! He ran circles around it and cut and hacked the beast until it finally fell. Amazed at his own achievement, he quickly regaled his tale to his (worried) parents. Of course, they realized immediately that he had used magic.
So now, despite not really wishing for it, he is at a school where his parents said he would have a chance to shine. He only wished he knew what he was doing here.
Other: Is a pretty mean cook, awkward around the ladies, and is known in his neighborhood as "Tucker the Bear Killer" - much to his embarrassment.</s>
<|message|>Nathan Grant
Nathan would quietly leave the crowd, being tossed around slightly, but pushing back against the people trying to push him around, heading into the main halls, sitting down between Rooms 5B and 4B, and staring at his dark weaponry</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos turned on his heels and nearly fell on his backside when he too saw the dragon. "Mi-mi-mitä... helvettiä?" He had seen a few odd things in his life, but never a dragon before. "Onkohan toi typy Targaryenin sukua?" He smirked and adjusted his shirt slightly while doing his best to hide his amazement. Janos managed to gather his composure remarkably quickly and calmly walked closer to the dragon and the girl. "Well I'll be damned, a gal and a dragon, you planning on heading to King's Landing with an army soon?" He quipped while keeping his eyes on the dragon more than the girl. Silently he admitted to himself that he was such a nerd.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry nodded to Eriella asking if he liked the dragon. Harry smiled and said "I don't see how I couldnt like him even with my magic I couldnt beat him. Not that I would want ir would try to fight him though." Then turned his head as another dude came over. Harry laughed at the dude joke then saying "While I'm sure they could do some good damage I dont think they'd be here right now unless they wanted to get stronger in some way.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Yeah, I want to get really strong, we don't really have any goals after that. Probably to just protect, and look after everybody you know." Eriella smiled, remaining to sit on Zorralth. She smiled down at Harry with happiness, she was very lucky to be accepted into Blade Master Academy.
"But the thing is, I can't really have Zorralth out for long, since I'm very weak by myself. I've only started to train a year ago after all when I was given these knives." Eriella showed him both of her knives which had dragons on the blade, they were glowing green slightly due to her summoning Zorralth.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
> "Hm? Oh this is my way for find a friend mister, even if I have to fight!" Eriella grinned happily herself, she had to have a friend, no _she needed to have a friend._ Her dragon was quite large, even for her.
>
> "Are you challenging her?" The dragon asked the male, he had a very mature male voice, his name is Zorralth.
"Of course I am, I haven't had a good fight since I got here and I fully intend to fix that." Yasuri said grinning as he readied his greatsword. This was going to be fun, of course if his offer was refused he couldn't very well fight them without permission.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella then jumped off Zorralth, he went back into the sky as her knives stopped glowing. She fell on her knee, but decided to stand back up before looking to Yasuri.
"How about later? Summoning Zorralth takes a lot of energy out of me, so I'd like to heal up for our duel." Eriella smiled, panting slightly from all the magic she used, but she was glad that she'd get to fight somebody today. From Yasuri's height, Eriella was literally a midget, she was 4' 11" after all.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry studied the guy that challenged Eriella and said "I cant summon a dragon but if you want while she rests I could duel you. After watching the rank 8's fight I've been wanting a duel myself." Harry then put on his blades from his legs. He wasnt sure if the dude would agree but Harry wanted to be readin case he did.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri's face fell for a moment because he didn't get to fight the dragon and the girl but he would get his chance later so that was alright. He turned to face the other boy who offered a supplumentary challenge. "Of course that would be fine, let combat begin." he said drawing himself into a stance that left his greatsword in a position to easily be swung to his defense from an assult from any angle. Yasuri carefully analyzed his opponent's weapons. They were light enough that his gravity control wouldn't make them unusable and given the arm blades his foe was most likely quick and agile. However the twin-blades also gave him the option of an X-Defense, nevertheless his greatsword should be able to smash through any defenses his enemy would put up. If the boy instead relied on dodging... it would be an interesting match.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos took a step back to give the two enough room to start their little scuffle, his left hand rested on the hilts of his knives. "Now gents, how about we make this li'll duel of yours a proper one? I'll give you the signal to start and will also take the liberty of stepping in if things get out of hand." He smirked and took another step back. "Gentlemen, ready your weapons and take your stances." He paused to wait for both of the duelists being seemingly ready before smirking "You may begin."</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella then ran back in the crowd to give them space as well, she had a smile on her face even though she used lots of magic to summon Zorralth. She put her knives away into their sheaths on her right side, she was really excited to know which one of these men would be victorious. She then heard a voice in her head.
'Analyse the fighting, and use that knowledge to help improve your abilities.' The voice said in her head she nods as she stared off at the two.
_I got it._ She thought to myself in her head.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Leo finally recovered from his dumbstruck about meeting a Finn and seeing a dragon, and a soon as there was another duel set up he shook his head slightly. It was gonna be a busy day apparently for some people,yet since there did not seem to be anything else to do, he could as well stand around and watch their duel. He doubts that he'll really learn anything out of it personally, but at least he should be able to kill some time by doing so. He places his ax safely on his shoulder so no one could accidentally cut themselves with it and takes a place in the crowd.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry got in his stance leaving his arms along the sides of his body slightly bent at the elbow. To allow his blades to be ready to strike as needed. Harry then said "Lets have a nice fight. I hope to learn a lot from this." He then started studying his opponent and his great sword. Harry knew that he would not be able to block easily so he was gonna have to dodge every chance he got. Harry decided to ask "Before we start might I hear you name. I prefer to know the name of the people I fight. My name is Harry." After hearing the name of his opponent Harry decided not to show any of his magic until he fully studied Yasuri. Plus Harry was only able to do a so much with his magic before getting tired. Harry then rushed in keeping his blades low for a quick strike.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri grinned, he liked this man. "My name is Yasuri." he stated simply and his eye's narrowed as he watched Henry burst into a dash towards him. Yasuri responded to his foe's attack with a low sweep from left to right with the flat of his blade, timed to coincide with Henry's dash.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
As the fight begins in earnest a funky Spanish guitar riff starts to play, the notes of the song emphasizing both parties movements perfectly.
It's coming from this weird dude that no one heard walk up. He's flicking a dagger.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry smiled as the music started to play with the movements of battle. He gave the kid playing a quick glance then focused back-on the fight. He jumped back from the swing of Yasuri's sword. He didnt want to be losing his legs today. He was gonna need to be more careful while fighting Yasuri. Harry was a little surprised at how quickly Yasuri swung his sword. Harry smiled then said "I have to admit your good. I'll have to be careful while fighting you."</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri ignored the compiment and the strange acopmiant and instead focused on Henry. It seemed it was Yasuri's turn to attack, so he put his sword behind his shoulder, stepped foward, and used his shoulder to flip his massive sword into a devastatingly quick overhand swing.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos examined the two combatants carefully, trying to read their styles and think the best ways of countering them. He took his eyes off from the two to glance at the fellow who was flicking his dagger and making music with it. "Well that's a bit different."</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry dodged to the right of the swing only just barely dodging. He jumped back from Yasuri. He definitely had to be careful in this fight. He might lose a limb or something. So he ran behind Yasuri and lunged in with his blades.</s>
<|message|>Leo Vuorenmaa
Leo wasn't feeling too good about the fight that was going on. The two had apparently just met because of the girl and her dragon, and were already having a spar. The problem with this in his opinion was that there was no one to keep an eye out of the two, well, aside from this weird Finn who apparently knew a bit of what he was doing. But as for someone with proper authority to watch over a duel, there was no one. Not a teacher or anyone like that, not to mention that these apparently were here for their first year, Leo really doubts that they could control their powers or more importantly, emotions during their duel. "Pappa aina sanoi ettei pidä tapella turhaan..tai vihasena." He muttered and turned around, heading back to the dorm room before anyone gets hurt or he gets involved into something he doesn't really have interest in.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri sighed mentally, as he expected his foe was agile enough to dodge a simple swing. Yasuri would have to take him by surprise. Yasuri ripped his blade out of the ground and set it behind his shoulder as Harry lunged in from behind. Yasuri jerked his body backwards slamming his great-sword into Harry's attack. As soon as Yasuri felt an impact he would once again use his shoulder to swing upwards with what would do doubt be a shocking amount of force hopefully taking his enemy by surprise. He certainly hoped that Harry could properly analyze danger, Yasuri could stop his swings on a dime but if Harry didn't yield then it would be hard to know when to stop himself.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry was caught off gaurd by Yasuri's quick switch between offense to defense. Harry got his legs under himself then jumped back from the swing of Yasuri's sword. He was gonna have to be quicker or more cunning for this fight. Harry choose to be cunning and quick. He was going to use some of his magic. He would use the wind to help move around quicker it wasnt the most he could do with his magic but it was all he wanted to use right now. So he focused on the wind around his body then saying "Well as I said your good. To be able to swing that sword around so easily. Well its amazing you have trained well. So I'm gonna have to up my game, so to speak." After that Harry lunged forward and flicked his blades. This pushed the wind behind him into his body pushing him faster then what he was going.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri responded with a simple defense to a simple attack he stabbed his blade dowards directly where Harry was headed, timing it so the two would collide, not that he doubted Harry could dodge it but it should give him some breathing room.</s>
<|message|>Harry Blackstone
Harry jumped up and over Yasuri's strike and Yasuri himself. Harry knew that even as fast as Yasuri swung his sword. It would take him sometime to recover and to defend himself. So Harry swung his blades just next to Yasuri's shoulder. With the intent to startle not injure. Though Harry figured Yasuri could still do something to dodge or even block Harry's strike he wanted to be sure.</s>
<|message|>Yasuri Uneri
Yasuri grinned, it was time to do something reckless. As his blade sunk into the ground he braced himself by holding it and flipped over it slamming into Harry midair and theoretically leaving him stunned long enough to allow Yasuri to land a follow up attack. It would be bad if Harry had attacked mid air, but Yasuri had seen many a battle and could see he intended to strike after he landed.</s>
<|message|>Janos Kalpa
Janos focused on the fight again, in his opinion these kids would end up killing each other soon - a little miscalculation or slightly overextended strike and it would be over for sure in a gruesome manner to boot. Personally he had never understood this part of the Academy - everyone used live weapons, not training ones and occasionally there were injuries, some even lethal.
Still Janos did not complain - one fellow with his guts hanging out would mean less competition - he did however drop in to a low crouch while keeping his eyes on both Harry and Yasuri. He'd stop them immediately if either of them began to bleed - by force if necessary.</s>
| <|message|>Tucker Browne
Tucker sighed. All these new city things were just confusing him. It was a surprise he didn't get culture shock! Still, at least he was doing his ma and pa proud, being in such an exclusive school like this. He turned his attention to the fight currently going on. It looked like that was a regular thing here. Well, he wasn't surprised; the whole school was about magic with weapons after all.</s> |
<|description|>Endo Ikue
Age: 20
Nationality: Japanese
Weapon of Choice: Daitō
Magic Specialisation: Spectral Materialisation (aka Ghostly Magic)
Bio:
Ikue is a girl born of the Upper-Class warrior men of Japan. Despite a girl-ish upbringing in her early years, she had taken a liking into martial arts, sword dancing and exorcism-- traits unlikely for females to possess. Her roots began when she was three years old. Little Ikue had met a Wandering Man among the grave yard of fallen heroes during the war and instilled a strange connection between the little girl. It was later believe that the Wandering Man was Tsukuyomi, although closure was never given as ever since, the graveyard had been demolished and built to accommodate a Theme Park.
As several years would've passed since then, Little Ikue had become an excelling swordswoman known as the 'Little Spectre' who utilised many illusion-based magic to trick her foes. As this gave her a supernatural advantage over common warriors, her Dojo soon prepared her to be transferred to a European Academy said to be able to match her abilities. She was asked to solely rely on her swordsmanship and not use her supernatural powers and she did so until the arrangement has been made complete-- That is all the way until she was 20 years old. She had earned her own reputation across all of Japan with her skills with a Daitō to an extent that her nickname was changed to be the 'Spectral Queen'.
Other:
If this classifies as others, I will probably use DnD dices to determine stuff.</s>
<|message|>Елена Акулова
"Разве это не дерьмо снова...." the blond girl mumbled under her breath as she walked the empty halls of the school. The foreign girl had arrived in the United Kingdom only days ago to attend this prestigious school to master the strange magical artifact of her family. The poor girl, however, was lost in the vast halls of the building. Class was most likely in session, as there was not a soul in sight. Sighing, she squinted at the pamphlet she had received. While she spoke English fine, she still had issues translating the written form to her first language, Russian. "Где, черт возьми, что-нибудь в этой школе !?" she thought to herself angrily. After another ten minutes of wandering, she peaked into a room. It was strange, golden light radiating through the room with cots and benches, like a magical nurse room. She saw a young man, seemingly fascinated by the source of the light. "E-Excuse me?" she asked hesitantly with a thick accent. "C-Can you help me?"</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
"Hmm?" Johann said, truing around. He took another look around the room just to reconfirm that he was the only person here she could be talking to, shrugged, and walked over. "With what?"</s>
<|message|>Елена Акулова
"I am.. a bit lost in this school. It's my first day." she said. "So I need help finding the dorms. The pamphlet they handed me wasn't very helpful." The girl said. It was now somewhat obvious, with her backpack and suitcase around her as well as the old rifle on her back, brandishing the magical blade.</s>
<|message|>Ryuu Ishigawa
Sometimes Ryuu took a shortcut by the girls dorms. It was the fastest way to the practice fields from the Boys dorm, after all. While walking by this time, however, he saw a woman's leg come out of the wall, then reenter it. What is going on? he thought. Some new girl trying out her powers? Interesting. He was hoping to find someone to duel with, hopefully one of the new people. He may not be the best fighter in school but dueling new students was a good way to see what everyone could do before they got too strong. Hopefully he'd be able to plan a way to defeat them, then, like Batman with the Justice League. True, it was American manga, but they were much more common here than Japanese manga, so he'd read what he could get his hands on.
He waited outside the nearby door for the girls to come out, and pulled the latest issue of X-men out of his pocket. It was something to do as he waited, at least.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
Johann takes the pamphlet from her hands and gives it a good look over. She was right, there wasn't much on here. He idley wondered exactly how much they were expected to figure out for themselves, and whether or not that was the whole point. He hands the pamphlet back. "What Rank were you assigned? From what I know that's what determines housing."</s>
<|message|>Елена Акулова
"My rank? Oh umm..." she shifted through some papers before pulling out her transcript. "Rank...rank...rank... Ah ha! Here it is. Says I'm rank... 3! That is good, yes?" The girl had been very briefly told about how the system worked before being sent off as her arrival was admittedly... unexpected.</s>
<|message|>Johann Strauss
Johann starts to shake his head no. "If you were a zero you could just look for the least extravagant dorms." Come to think of it, this place was pretty fancy. Was he allowed in here? Irrelevant detail, he left it behind. Instead he took her to the door he had come in from that led outside, directly onto the training field, and threw it open to reveal the various duels taking place. There actually seemed to be more people out here than last time, which was kind of surprising. "You can probably find someone who knows out there. That's how I found this room."</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Here is fine, we just need a little space." Eriella said as she pulled out both of her daggers and stared at them for a brief moment. She then put them in each hand as she face one to the sky, and the other to her right, her eyes closed. Her hood was slightly covering her closed eyes as she did so.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
She observed as Eriella's hands were raised into the air and to her right. Her excitement levels were overflowing quickly and she wanted to see whether Zorralth was a small dragon or rather the size of a cat. Both sizes are perfect to be perfectly honest! She continued to watch. "Zorralth-san! Zorralth-san!" Ikue chanted.
(I know Ryuu is there, but unless he stops by or something, our characters will probably not notice)</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
Eriella then opened her eyes again as a green light shined down to the knife that was pointed towards the sky, her body had started to glow green as well. "Creature Summoning! Dragon!" Eriella yelled as the light on her body got brighter, forcing Ikue's eyes to close. The audio that was heard was a dragon roaring, which sounded completely awesome! When the light died down a dragon that was silver and green was there before Ikue. It was massive like any other dragon, it resembled a chinese dragon, since she grew up in China and all.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
"Creature Summoning: Dragon!" A bright light shone throughout the corridor, glowing so bright that Ikue had to shield her eyes from the light. She was quite sure that she might go blind... That sure was one flashbang she can't dodge.
"Uuuwwaaaahhhh!" She screamed as the light came. Apparently, during that blinding flash of light Ikue had tripped and landed on her back still shielding her eyes. She heard the mighty roar of the dragon echo; "Whoooaaaaahhhh~~!!" She felt scared a little; but her toes were twinkling excited.
She sat up as the silver and jade dragon appeared before them, nearly occupying the long corridor with its body. It was a great oriental dragon that she actually recognised! "Zorralth-san! You're soo awesome!!" She said sitting up from the floor. "I've seen dragons that look like you! You look like some dragons in my land!" In that glee, she look quickly to the side towards Eriella. "Is it ok if I touch him?"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Sure you can go ahead and touch him! He won't mind!" Eriella said with a smile, she looked a little tired from summoning such a huge dragon to come out and see Iku. She then looked up at Zorralth with a grin.
"I'm glad I remind you of home." Zorralth said using telepathy, since he couldn't really communicate with his sort of vocal chords that are completely different to humans. His wings actually had feathers of them instead of a rough texture, this is what made him appealing to Eriella in the first place.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
Ikue slowly got up to her two feet and began to reach for Zorralth by the neck, and began to vigourously rub its lower neck playfully. "Who's a great dragon?? Zorralth-san!" She continued to pet and stroke Zorralth's scales and followed it up by playing around its feathery wings, which felt just amazing. It's soft, smooth and well-taken care of. It's incredibly shiny despite not looking like as if it was metal. It felt great to have a chance to speak to and play with a dragon. "I won't miss home for awhile... My parents are there! I don't like my parents much." Ikue grumbled befeore eyeing at Eriella who looked like she had just spent a good amount of energy to summon Zorralth and stopped playing with the great dragon. "Garza-san... You look a little pale from that. Are you ok?"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Eriella's magic skill is very low, she can only manage to have me out for ten minutes. She desperately wants to get stronger, so she can have me out for longer. And there's my other form that only takes a minority of her magic, which makes me much smaller, and Eriella said cuter." Zorralth explained as he stared don at Eriella and Ikue. "Yeah I'm okay... hey Zorralth can you go into your other form?" Eriella asked politely and Zorralth nodded to Eriella. Zorralth started to glow brightly once again, he started to get smaller and changed into somewhat of a baby dragon.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
"Ten minutes? That isn't very intensive in a fight..." Ikue commented on ZZorralth's statement. Ten minutes to fight with your all and lose it all once it runs out. It gave her a thoughtFul idea that she could perhaps help Eriella master her magical powers.
Zorralth glew again, shrinking in size to one that was considerably smaller and seemingly more manageable. He still was as large as a Lion though... But like all lions; they'rthey're kittues inside! And they'rthey're adorable. "Zorralth-san, do you know how I could help Garza-san?"</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Hm... what she needs to be taught is how to control how much magic she wants to use, as it is very difficult for her at such a young age. Also tell her not to summon me so much as well, that's a little tip. But what we need to do is expand her magic slot, and by doing that she must summon me how so many times, that is the one way to help her. Another way is to give her some potions, but they're expensive and not guaranteed to work." Zorralth explains the many ways that Ikue could help Eriella, Zorralth is what you would call a true mentor.
"I'll try to not summon you too many times then. Only training and fighting." Eriella said as she turned towards them, agreeing with Zorralth's plan.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
"But summoning you all the time isn't the best way to train her magic! That's like saying you hold your breath enough times you can extend your lung capacity... I mean look at this!" Ikue took a deep breath and held it in. She waited and until 30 seconds, her face began to turn red and she gathered her breath back before holding it back again, only this time lasting considerably shorter than the last. "Huff... Huff..." She could feel her body losing its grip slowly, sending her into a small headache. "Oh no..." She felt winded, heavily. It feels as if one good hit on her shoulder and she'd just faint.</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"Iku-chan!" Eriella said in concern as she ran over to Ikue and put her hands on Iku's shoulders, so she could get Iku to bring herself together. "You didn't have to do that Iku-chan..." Eriella said staring up at Ikue, she dismissed Zorralth and he disappeared into flames, she could start to feel herself get some magic back.</s>
<|message|>Lance Hieroth
Sidestepped out of the throw and caught the knife aimed for his body. He twisted around and threw it straight back at him and followed up with a lunge to the right while swinging his sword left.</s>
<|message|>Endo Ikue
Endo Ikue
"Hehh... Hehh..." She had a little trouble gathering herself together and you cna hear it from the way she breathed. Ikue took deep long breaths constantly while her body quickly succumbed her to gravity. Her hands clenched to her chest that felt each brutal beat of the unnecessary breath-holds that she did. It felt like it might pop like a balloon.
Her lungs relaxed. So did her entire body soon as Ikue started to breathe normally again. Her senses came back instantly as her eyes that seemed to stare into the void itself quickly makes contact with Eriella who still had her by her shoulders. "I-I'm... Okay... Garza-san..." Her clenched fists fell limp along her waist and she gave a sigh of relief. "I... I was just trying to help... But it looks like I can't..."</s>
<|message|>Eriella Garza
"We'll find out a way." Eriella smiled to her, then slowly taking her hands off Ikue's shoulders and putting them at her sides. "You really had me worried there though, so please don't do that again." Eriella said with a concerned look on her face, staring up at Ikue.</s>
| <|message|>Endo Ikue
it made her feel something inside when Eriella smiled in relief. Something warm, fuzzy and strange. What exactly did she eat before she came across all of this? She couldn't tell... It's just that the feeling was good. As if... Happy. Stomach's can't feel happy right? "You really had me worried there though, so please don't do that again." The look that Eriella gave... And her words. Ikue felt her concern and all she could do was just stare back to her eyes unknowingly.
"Won't happen again! As if a breath-hold is gonna bring me to my knees another time!" She quickly sprang up and dusted her shirt and hot jeans. She readjusted her sword on her waist before standing next to Eriella. "I guess... Let's go to that good spot before we do anymore with Zorralth-san?" She questioned with her body leaning forward towards Eriella. She gave her a happy grin before continuing their path.</s> |
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