[System]
Face Claim: Max Irons
AGE
18
GENDER
Male
Nationality
Canadian
Intelligence Connection
Canadian Security Intelligence Service

College/Field of Study
Keble College (Archaeology)
Personality
Colin is often seen as a person gifted with a certain sense of warmth that draws crowds together. However, Colin is also characterized with a ruthless level of rationality, using his drive, determination and sharp mind to achieve whatever end he has set for himself. This was made very clear during his REDACTED where he made drastic changes as the REDACTED and REDACTED squad. The trouble many people have with Colin is that he can put people on edge after they have known him for some time. They suddenly realize his mannerisms, personality, and body language rarely changes from his warm to calculating sides making him hard to read or predict.

REDACTED HISTORY
Colin was born in REDACTED, Ontario Canada to his parents REDACTED and REDACTED Sheehan. Both worked for the Canadian Government with his mother working as a field agent for the CSIS and his father working for REDACTED. When they were first approached to join Verita it was while working on a joint operation involving a REDACTED working out of Australia. They had gotten tired with the politics of protecting people and were quick to join when the Verita contacted them.

Allowing their son to join was another matter completely. While on a REDACTED in Ireland Colin's mother was the first one given the opportunity to integrate Colin into the secret community, but she rebuffed it immediately. When the organization approached his father on the other hand he went home and brought it up with his wife for discussion. His arguments were heard, but after the initial conversation they were vetoed by his wife.

Colin was at this point still completely out of the loop involving his parents real work and their involvement in the Verita, but he could tell they were arguing about something and it put a huge strain on him and the family. Both seemed to be very conflicted, while his father seemed open to bringing Colin into the fold they both still needed convincing. After two years they decided to accept the proposal after a mission in REDACTED went bad and the Verita had to extract them after they were left in the cold by their handlers and contacts. Conditioning their son was not something that they took lightly and they immediately started him with REDACTED, REDACTED, and other training programs.

First told about The Academy program during his freshmen year in secondary high school Colin was initially excited about the opportunity; however, his parents were quick to leave things vague and completely left out the underlining program and instead presenting it as an academic program only. The closer Colin got to graduation and the more he saw his friends blazing their own paths the more uneasy he became with his parents attaching him to this program. He took focus away from his REDACTED and instead started to party and lax on his studies which put him at odds with his family repeatedly. It wasn't until he confronted his parents about why they decided to sign him up for The Academy when they had no right that they finally shared everything with their Son.

That night change Colin's life forever as his parents told him about a mission in REDACTED. He learned that his mother, instead of being a pencil pusher in the Canadian bureaucracy machine; was a team leader within REDACTED. Her unit specialized in counter intelligence operations which meant she REDACTED and this past mission got switched on them. Instead of REDACTED it was REDACTED and once they knew their cover was blown they escaped, but not before leaving a .45 resignation letter in one of their contacts.

He learned that his father was indeed a police officer but not in the public relations department as he had been raised to believe. Instead he was a senior field commander with the REDACTED. While it was rare for them to work together the two had repeatedly been called upon in different capacities to find and REDACTED a drug lord who was involved in several attacks on REDACTED. Colin learned that night that the program he was signed up for wasn't just an academic track, but one that would completely embed him in the world of espionage.

Colin immediately returned to his studies and training with new resolve and has since seen his path line up directly with that of Verita. A true believer in the organization he has an almost zealot belief in what they are attempting to accomplish and will not waver when the moment comes.

Equipment
* Mothers favorite REDACTED.
* Fathers old school flip phone.
* Competitive REDACTED Equipment.
* Collection of James Bond Books.
* Standard Android Google Pixel 4.
* His Fathers Diving Watch.

Weapons Equipment
* Sig Sauer P226 Pistol (Gift from REDACTED)
* Several Hidden Knives (Gift from REDACTED)

Other
* Colin enjoys Baseball and listens to REDACTED games on the radio often.
* He is fluent in both English and REDACTED.
* Colin has kept up his REDACTED as a stress relief hobby.
* He has a deep respect and love for all things puzzle related.

[User]
---

---

Maddie's eyes were drawn to the building that she was supposed to be staying at. In a way, it both stood out and blended in. The building was a metallic, cool-looking platinum black rectangle, not elaborate to attract unwarranted attention, and looked quite like an average flat, but at the same time there was something about the building that stood out to her. Something unique about its sleek design was charming to the future spy.

As Maddie was examining the building, she heard the sounds of footsteps on the pavement, growing louder. Maddie immediately swiveled towards the source of the walking to see a young lady standing near her by the building. Maddie's eyes immediately went about registering information about this girl. As her father would always tell her, "Every drop of information you learn will grow to become a waterfall of power."

The girl, Maddie noticed, appeared fairly youthful, and so Maddie either assumed she was one of her peers, or some type of student-teacher, perhaps. She also noticed the girl was quite stocky, very well-built, with a domineering look about her. This information, combined with the fact that she was standing alongside Maddie outside this square box building, led her to believe that she was a student as well.

Before Maddie could speak if she wanted to, another girl approached, wearing strikingly loud high-heels and toting a variety of goods, before immediately asking, "I guess you two are students as well?" Maddie could tell the girl, another one roughly their age, had a clear American tone and once again made the assumption she was yet another spy, albeit a slightly more social one. Made sense; this one didn't seem to be quite as muscle-bound as the blonde-ish girl, making Maddie assume her field of expertise lied somewhere in the area of support or communication. Maddie cleared her throat.

"I think so," she said, her English highly polished and spoken with an audible English accent, a product of her tutelage under several English-born teachers. She then added, "At least, if you both are here for the reason I imagine you're here for."

She extended her hand. "Maddie Lau. And you two?"

@Infernal Flame

[Assistant]
Reykjavik Airport

The tarmac outside Reykjavik, Iceland was cold with a brilliant sun overhead. Colin knew they had a word for days like this as he had seen it on a YouTube video once. Gluggaveður was the word and it fit the situation perfectly. From the inside while going through customs Devin saw through the window the wonderfully light Icelandic countryside. It was easy to see as the airport was basically in its own part of the island removed from most everything including their capital city.

The flight that he had been on needed to take a pit stop to refuel. The travel from Vancouver had been somewhat dull due to the lack of human interaction. Unknown to him his ticket wasn't for an economy seat to London, but in fact a private plane that was taking him straight to Oxford. The stop in Iceland was planned, but his requirement to go through customs was not. It was fine for him as he had everything he needed, but what did feel weird was that every time he spoke to someone new they asked him the same question "Are you the only one traveling on this plane?"

His answer was as civil as their repeating of the question. "No."

In Transit

Finally after what felt like an hour, but was really only 20 minutes he and the flight was released to take off. The bright Iceland sun was still above as they took off at 4 AM. The rest of the flight was as mundane as the first half. When the final clearance to land was given Colin secretly thanked God as he was starting to get stir-crazy in the small metal tube. As soon as the doors to the plan hit the tarmac he was out and made his way out of the small airport. His small duffel bag was in one hand with his other holding his phone.

Five clicks later he was in an Uber taking him to the requested address. The ride seemed to twist and turn, but he kept a close eye on the map and asked the driver a question or two so as to keep things focused on what he wanted them to. He knew he was nervous as it would have been better for him to remain silent and simply study the map so as to be able to navigate around himself. Still not every day you can say you are starting the rest of your life...

Shoe Box

When the drivers cell phone announced that they had arrived at the destination Colin thanked him and got out of the car. Standing next to the sidewalk he looked down at his phone to confirm and then over at the three people standing in front of the address. As the car pulled up he noticed the one of them had seemingly only just arrived and started to talk to the others. Oblivious to them and simply saying "Excuse me" he walked right past them and up to the large black building and saw that there was a doorbell. 'Home looks inviting.' he thought as he then rang the doorbell and then glanced back at the three before turning back to the door.

[User]
20 Minutes Before Students Arrival

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Clank.

Rabinder had taken his hand and smashed it down on his alarms snooze button as quickly as he had come to realize what the sound was. He groaned as another day apologetically seemed to be starting. He stayed in bed another five minutes before finally making his way to the bathroom. A quick shower lead him to his dresser where he threw on some underwear, a plain white t-shirt and some sweats. He then made his way up the stairs to the first floor of the Shoe Box and over to the kitchen. There he started to pour himself a bowl of cereal when his watch started to beep.

Is there no end to this torture... he thought as he too his bowl and made his way into a back meeting room where the student guides awaited distribution. He set his cereal bowl down and spoke out load to the room "Show me outside cameras - front." He said and several of the mounted monitors sprung to life showing the front part of the house. He watched as one by one the new spies to be arrived quickly and on time. He noted that just like last time everyone started off by standing around until a last arrival decided to simply walk up and ring the doorbell.

"You have 5 guests at the front door. Some are armed and there are several unknown electronic devices on their persons." The somewhat automated voice had little in the way of tone, but Rabinder knew what the computer was really trying to say as he picked up his bowl and made his way to the door. He unlocked the chain lock and opened the door to see a young man standing at the doorway with the rest a few paces back. All of them were looking at him as he took a bite out of his frosted flakes. "Come on in." He said through the sugar cereal. He then turned and walked into the living room and put his bowl on the counter top that separated the kitchen and casual room.

"So this is the Shoe Box. My name is Rabinder Singha. You can find four bedrooms in the second floor and 3 in this floor. I'm not your dad so you can figure out how you want to go about selecting your sleeping quarters. First meeting is going to be..." He paused until the home smart system spoke.

"Briefing will begin at 10 AM with William Stephenson, Elizabeth Lew, and Nathan Hale in attendance. They have said that they expect it to last no more than 3 hours and that attendance is mandatory."

"Awwww...." Rabinder muttered when he heard the name Elizabeth would be in attendance. "Thank you." He said in a dismissive voice. "Anyway you can leave your bags here until you figure out your rooms. Just don't come to me to help settle anything."


[System]
Age: 25

Gender: Female

Mastery: Pyromancer
Specialty: Firesmith

Rank: Adept

Appearance: Standing at 5 feet 9 inches, Silvana has blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that is wavy and reaches to just above her shoulders. She's got an athletic build with a fair amount of muscle because of her specialty, and she has a slight tan as she likes being outside. Her clothes usually consist of bright colors, typically being red or orange. Her robes are slightly dark red, blending into some orange on the ends of her sleeves and the bottom of the robes.

Equipment: Silvana carries a pendant under her robe in the shape of a flame, a gift from her parents to congratulate her becoming an Adept, and to motivate her towards getting the higher ranks of Weaver and Master.

Demeanor: Silvana had always been a good girl. Her parents treated her well, and she had treated them well in return. Kind to others around her, and positive about most things around her, she wouldn't dream of arguing with someone, nevermind being angry towards others.

History: Silvana was born to Nina, a Metallic Weaver who specialized in Ironwork, and Timothy, a merchant who did well enough as one. As an only child, she was spoiled a little bit, but her parents did their best not to make her feel like she could get anything she wanted. They gave her enough, and she was happy with what she got.

With her mother being a mage, Silvana was used to seeing magic on occasion. Her mother didn't need to use it often at home, but it came in handy at times. Silvana hoped that she could one day become a mage like her mother, so that she could do all the cool stuff too.

Silvana did all she could to help her parents at home, whatever task they asked her to do this or that day, and she rarely said no to them. Since she couldn't go with her mother to wherever she needed to be, she went with her father most of the time to the market, helping him sell his products. When her mother was at home, Silvana and her would spar with dull swords since she had asked her mother if she could train her to become strong like she was, what with her needing to be strong as an Ironworker and all that. And since Nina couldn't train her in magic Silvana didn't have, she agreed to help her become stronger physically.

One evening, when she was at the age of 7, the family was enjoying some down time in front of the fireplace, Silvana got extra interested in it for some reason she couldn't explain at that moment. She got closer and closer, and once she was close enough, she somehow made the flame dance almost exactly like she wanted. Her parents watched for a moment, then looked at each other and agreed that the next day they would take their daughter to the Academy.

There, Silvana was questioned on a lot of things, and asked to show what she could do. Provided with a small flame, Silvana got the flame to dance as she had done the evening before. After all that was done, Nina and Tim were told that she would need to attend the Academy in order to gain control of her powers.

So began her life at the Academy, where she would learn to become a Pyromancer. It wasn't the same kind of magic as her mother had, but she was thrilled nonetheless to be able to use magic of her own. She attended classes, learned the various ways to control fire, and eventually found that she preferred Firesmithing over Firestorming. There was just something about making a weapon or a companion out of fire that fascinated her more than simply throwing it around all willy nilly. Plus her mother had trained her in using a weapon, so that did factor into her decision as well.

She studied as hard as she could, becoming an Adept in her late teens. Her parents were proud of her when she became an Adept, giving her a pendant in the shape of a flame so that she might one day become a Master. Silvana was more than happy with being an Adept for now, but still wanting to study harder to become a Weaver like her mother. She wanted to make her parents even prouder of her, as they were the most precious and important people of her life.

[User]
"Two spare sets of clothes, hat, textbooks, box of vials, bag of silver, ingredients belt, vial belt... portable alembic, mortar and pestle, silver knife, three standard autoquivers, one poison autoquiver... do I need anything else?" Ling had packed everything she normally needed when travelling outside the Academy. The request from the Kingdom of Jurai seemed to be more than a simple excursion, though, so she wanted to be prepared for as much as she could be.

"I think we're good to go. C'mon, Kei." Ling grabbed the aforementioned crossbow and its holster, fitting the four autoquivers to their spaces in the straps before slinging the whole getup over her right shoulder as always. The belt of filled vials went over the left shoulder. When taking her backpack into account, Ling's preferred method of carrying her weapons of choice was rather unwieldy, but she managed it all the same. She had to make a good first impression on these people and their fancy armed-to-the-teeth airship. After all, it wasn't every day that a pile of strangers turned up and asked for you, specifically, to join them on some grand adventure.

With everything sorted for the journey, Ling strode out of her laboratory and into the hall where most of the Alchemists had their lodgings and workstations. Some of the Elementals scattered across the room waved as she passed, and Ling returned the gesture. No sense in being a social pariah despite your unusual methods.

Outside the Alchemists' Chambers, the airship was rather hard to miss in the sunlight. Ling picked out the name Dead Iron emblazoned on the hull. A rather ominous moniker. Still, it was good that it had a name, she mused as she crossed the Academy grounds. Already several mages had gathered: presumably, they had been summoned to the ship just as she was.

"Good day to you all... fine day for travelling aboard an airship, now that I think about it," Ling noted with a short laugh.

[Assistant]
As the few slivers of morning sunshine slipped their way past the blinds of one Hydromancer's living quarters, a pair of intermingled bodies began to stir, one more actively than the other. "MMmmhey, don't you have some thing to do today? That thing with the airship...?" One of the bare bodies groggily queried the other, shaking the other awake. The browner, scarred body groaned and rolled towards the awake one. "Couldn't it wait a few more hours?" He asked in between a yawn. His eyes fluttered awake to the sight of this voluptuous long haired water weaver...whose name he couldn't immediately recall.

"I dunno Joey, you said they approached you personally, right? It's probably important." She replied, sort of underplaying the appearance and relevance of the highly weaponized airship occupying the Academy grounds. Seemed like she knew more about the job than he did. The dusty Earthshaper chuckled, a free finger tracing a nude curve along the girl's body.

"Why do you sound so right?" He sighed. "I'd rather just stay here all day." The girl took a liking to his words, and ran a hand through his curly locks. "Aww, i'll still be here when you get back~" She cooed. He sat up, meeting her at eye level. "Well, when you put it that way..." He leaned, closing in for a long lock. One of his hands began to explore under the covers. She pulled away ever so slowly. "Mmm, don't get too excited, boulder boy. You should get dressed." Joey smiled a thin grin. "You're right, you're right." He rose out of bed, retrieving clothes scattered about the floor. "You should look into some new clothes. I'm friends with one of the tailors, maybe we can get you fitted for a new robe." The Hydromancer suggested as she watched him dress.

"Maybe...i've seen some'a the ones you guys wear...I dunno. They look a little thick for my tastes. Gimme ol' shawl any day." He added, draping the article over his shoulders, clasping it together at the front. "I could use a new shirt though. That's a pretty good idea Allison, i'll keep that in mind." He looked back at her with a smile. She, on the other hand, looked as if he'd just insulted her. Which, he kinda did.

"Who? My name is Alexi, ya kidney stone." She spat. Joey began edging towards the door. "That's what I said, luv. A-Alexi!"

"Get out of my room." She was fairly close to sending a volley of icicles at his face. Horatio kicked up dust as he made his hasty retreat.

---

"Where the hell even am I...?" He mumbled as he traversed the many halls of the Academy. Being there only a week hadn't given him much time to really figure out how the place operated. "Shouldn't be too hard to find an exit..." He continued, patting himself down to make sure he had all of his items.

"Gots me dagger, sack, and..." Reaching into a pocket, he quickly brandished a singular gold shilling. "Hmph. The things some people just leave out in the open." He scoffed and grinned as he made the coin dance along his fingers. He remember nicking it from some vagabond roaming through the town he'd been to before reaching the Academy. A weird looking piece unlike any of the local currency. "Wonder how much it'd go for..." As he thought, the sound of general commotion and loud droning engine noises got his attention.

Finding the nearest exit, he could easily spot the airship located all the way across the field. He had to squint at the bright sun, mumbling an incomprehensible string of expletives at the time of day. He was almost beginning to regret committing to this job, though as he neared closer to the ship, and his eyes began to adjust to the blinding rays of light, he could notice the small collection of individuals chatting at the ramp. Some old guy and some fine, determined looked females. "And each one a different flavor. Yum." He let on his most inviting smile as he approached his fellow mages.

"Ladies, gentlemen. Wonderful day, ain't it?" He interjected the conversation with his own cheery greeting.

[User]
Eve walked silently through the halls, chilling the air slightly in her wake. Most people either moved away from her or ignored her as she passed, but she didn't care. She had heard that she was supposed to go on the airship only a little while ago, but seeing as she didn't really need to do anything special to prepare to leave she was ready within minutes.

Just because she was ready to go didn't mean she was going to go straight there however. She preferred to stick to her normal routine as much as possible until the moment she had to leave. She still had a good amount of time left, so she walked around the edges of the Academy, looking out at the rest of the world outside their walls. She often did this before leaving for somewhere, it helped her clear her mind and plan ahead.

From the highest point on the wall one could see almost all of the Academy, and it was easy to see the airship in an outdoor courtyard not too far away. Eve jumped from the wall to the ground below, making a thin slide out of ice to slow her descent, melting back into the air in seconds. She landed gracefully on the roof of the hall leading to the courtyard, and walked the rest of the way to the airship, doing the same ice slide trick to get to the ground below.

She walked up to the group already assembled there and nodded a greeting. "Eve Celeste. Guess we're stuck with each other for a while, s'pose it'll be a good adventure though."

[Assistant]
Nina had made sure she'd be there to say farewell to her daughter, while Timothy had unfortunately needed to be at the market today of all days, but he had asked Nina to relay his farewells to her, which she of course did. There was no question about her doing so.

"You be careful now, Silvana. I wouldn't be able to rest easy if I knew of you hurt somewhere with me unable to get to you." she said as she hugged her daughter tightly.

"You don't need to worry about me, mother. I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself. Even if I am just an Adept." Silvana said back while hugging back tightly. Both women were muscular enough to not be able to crush each other with their hugs, but still making sure that they didn't crush Silvana's pendant.

"Being an Adept isn't something to say that about. You might not be as powerful as a Weaver or a Master, but Adepts are still powerful enough in their own rights." Nina said, smiling towards her as she slowly let go of Silvana.

"But..." Silvana still wanted to become a Weaver like her mother, but it would take more time until she could become one. She simply wanted to make her parents proud of her, even though they were proud enough that she got into the Academy.

"No buts, dear. Now, have you prepared all that you need for the journey?" Nina had gone over what to bring with her the day before to make sure she was ready for today.

"Yes, mother. It's all in my bag." Silvana turned sideways to show her mother the bag hanging from her back. Nina nodded and smiled, pulling her daughter back into her arms for a final hug.

"We're going to miss you so much." she said, tears slowly crawling down her cheeks.

"And I'll miss both of you." Silvana replied, crying silently with her mother.

"We love you." Nina said, letting go after a while so that Silvana could go and join the others on the airship.

"And I love you both." Silvana said back to her mother before turning around to go towards the airship. Her mother stood there, watching her child leave before returning to her duties at the Academy.

---

Having dried off her tears, Silvana approached the airship where a few other mages had already made their way towards. She smiled towards them as she got closer, making sure her bag was firmly held onto her back.

"Ah, such a nice day today, isn't it? And so exciting to be traveling by airship." she said, addressing no one in particular. She grabbed her pendant for a moment, which was hanging outside her robes at the moment, holding it in her hand as she looked up at the sky.


[System]
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Calm, not easily angered, Alexandra believes in stability and order above all else. She finds warfare and violence distasteful, though she will still engage it in necessary. To those who have earned a friendship with her, she will stand with them to the end when they are in need. To those who aren't she is a position of stability, to be respected and feared for her position.

Resolute once she has made her mind up, she doesn't mind the scheming of her underlings, so long as it doesn't result in open fighting. She likes her peace, and she will keep it.
Bio: Alexandra has lived in Aurora her whole life. Originally only an average girl, she grew up as a single child in a moderately well off family, one that had made itself useful as part of the government. There was resentment as a result, but that never seemed to be an issue, and Alexandra enjoyed a relatively peaceful childhood. The concerns of Witches and magical girls were none of hers, beyond how it impacted her life.

That all changed with an attempted assassination and a crackdown, purges running through the government as supposed traitors were eliminated. Her father was caught up in them, and the purges themselves only served to further opposition. Alexandra's peaceful life was shattered, and she found herself increasingly isolated. And with that hardship, when Kyubey approached her, she took the deal, and became a magical girl. Her life restored itself, her father returned, but things wouldn't be the same for her.

She worked her way through the ranks from the bottom up, proving herself as a fighter, and as someone competent, as she rose in the process. It was during this time that she met Caroline, and they established a firm friendship that would last to the present. She also met Kolya, though he would not join until later.

Eventually, she made her move. Drawing on a coalition of nobles and lower ranking magical girls, she staged a coup and overthrew the cities old leadership, placing herself in power. Land and positions were doled out to supporters, and she went about restoring stability to the city, cracking down on organized crime, as well as open conflict. Since then she has enforced peace, preventing encroachment by her neighbors and keeping things under control. The Shadow Compact has been pushed back, and she is very much satisfied with the way things have been maintained. It is a state of affairs she plans to have endure for some time.

Allegiance: Aurora City Authority
Skills: Diplomacy, Administration, Singing, Proficiency with her magical girl abilities
Weapons: None
Other: Nothing

Magical Girl Section:

Magical Girl Appearance:

Wish: "I wish things would just go back to the way they were."
Weapons: She wields a magical Great Sword, that can also shift into a kite shield.
Powers: Gravitic manipulation. She can alter the affect of gravity on any object she touches, making her able to effectively render any object weightless if she so desires it, or as heavy as a neutron star (Though that would take an incredible amount of power, and it would atop the second she let go.) She can also use this power on herself.

[User]
Far away from the glamour of the inner city, a disobedient lordling was being punished. Despite being one of the few normal humans to be granted his own land, Mayor Geier's estates were in arrears on their rent; without a magical girl to harvest Grief Seeds, the town instead produced smelted iron for the city's reconstruction work and was therefore vital to the continued viability of the Aurora City Authority. Unfortunately for the good Mayor, this meant that any late deliveries would not be looked upon kindly.

'... and so by the decree of Her Ladyship Alexandra Hertz, Lord of Aurora and associated territories, I hereby sentence you to ten years hard labour.' The poor man begged for clemency as a pair of burly militiamen dragged him away, eliciting a tired sigh from his judge. Chasing up taxes wasn't his usual area of expertise and it dragged him down. 'The next mayor will be chosen by the City Authority; in the meantime, a magical girl will be dispatched to the area to oversee production. Obey her. Dismissed.' He left his speech short as he stared out over the massed population of the town, finding the glum mood somewhat to his satisfaction. These people were little more than serfs, tied to the land and foundries; a low ranked magi would have little trouble keeping them in line and might even snag herself the odd Witch. For him though, the morning's work was done. Calling up his handful of troops, the officer began the long journey back to the city.

---

It always amazed Kolya how varied the city was. One could walk for half an hour in either direction and pass though modern parks, into rotting slums and then elegant high-rise flats. Aurora was a true metropolis, if a small one. Leaving his guards outside, he entered Hertz' private building, a particularly massive skyscraper in the centre of the city. If nothing else, she had a good eye for décor. Kolya ignored the stylish architecture and such, preferring instead to see to building for what it was; a statement of power, proof of exactly who ruled this city. In days past, the former administration had preferred a more subtle centre of operations, but he appreciated the need to grandstand in the face of constant encroachment from rival magi, not to mention the ever-present threat posed by traditional nation-states. Before long he arrived at his mistresses' door and gave a sharp rap on the woodwork. 'My Lady, Lukoshenko with the taxation and border reports.' He wasn't sure if she was aware of the change in management at the former Mayor's estates, but he also had other issues that required her attention.

[Assistant]
The girl in the blue dress clutched at the egg in her hands, feeling it's cold weight in her numb fingers. She felt empty, drained of something far more important then just her soul. Kyuubey was nowhere to be found, having slipped somewhere down a alleyway or up a chute or anywhere that wasn't here. Michelle could feel something on her back. Something cold, and they kept twisting, making singing noises against the gentle breeze. Ice crystals, she was sure of it. She could see them in the corner of her eyes, always moving away when she turned to look at them, and she could see their weird shadows right next to hers, and every time they bumped into a wall they screamed at her in a language no one else seemed to hear. She'd curled into a ball and tried to freeze herself to death, somewhere quiet where nobody else would intervene. Which is why she blanched when she heard the footsteps. First a loud SLAM, like jackboots hitting concrete. Then a rhythm, regular thumps as someone or something walked towards her. They stopped. Michelle turned her neck, trying to ignore the coat of ice coating her cheek.

The other girl was tall, almost menacingly so. In the evening light, the harsh shadows and glare got in the way of everything, and all she could make out was shadows and flashes of red and black, and a mouth somewhere high up and fleshing out words.

"Who're you?"

Michelle opened her mouth, trying to sound out words through a cold and aching jaw.

"C-c-cirn-" She began, then stopped. That wasn't her, was it? She'd wished for it, but she hated herself, now. Hated the fever, hated the dress, hated the bow tie, hated having made the stupid pact with the bunnycat, hated hated hated it. Something touched her cheek, and it took a few seconds of burning for her to realize it was a pilot light.

"Y'know" the girl said, casually. "If it was anyone else, they probably would've killed you by now. Or have they already?"
"I'm Michelle."
"Ah, so you can speak."
"Mmm."
"I assume you contracted pretty recently? Yeah? The wish wasn't everything you wanted it to be?"

Michelle just nodded, and a thousand little ice shards over her neck cracked at once, making a Clink-clink sound.

"I won't ask you what you wished for. Breach of contract. But I will tell you this is an awful place to die in. there's a turf war going to happen in a few minutes. Girls with guns, and back alley tactics. They'll probably just shoot you and ask questions later. Not that it matters much, since you're already dead."

The strange girl crouched down, on her haunches. Her breath fogged up when it passed over Michelle's shoulder.

"That's stuff you don't see in the fine print, see? That pretty little egg of yours, it's more then just a trinket. It's the bit of you that's alive and makes you laugh, or cry, and they take it out and give yous some pretty little wings and they think it's fair. But it really doesn't matter, does it, since a dead bird won't fly. You've made your mistake, Michelle. But I think you don't have to make another one. Come with me, and i'll show you something worth living for."

Michelle turned, glaring into the sun. And in it, a figure in a pompous hat almost all in shadow, and she nodded.

----

The witch roared, and bit down. It tore open Michelle's chest, tearing up the blue dress and several important-looking sinewy bits. She weakly flailed at a familiar, but the pick found nothing but air. The noise and the fury of the witch's lair swam in and out of focus, The witch, a serpentine draconic woodcut, snarled at something out of her sight, but recoiled in a flash of blinding blue steam as something fought back at it. The figure turned away from the dragon as more women --her comrades-- went at the beast with lightning and mirrors and staves. The girl crouched down, and her face swam into view. From her expression alone, Michelle could gather that she wasn't going to make it. Even as the pain was a mild buzzing sensation in the back of her head, her limbs weren't responding as they should. All she could move was her head. She gasped out something, and let an arm flop at her chest. The girl, in between the tears, grabbed at the red bow and grasped at the knot, pulling at the ice-white gemstone. She took it, and turned away. And for Michelle, everything went dark.

---

"Role call, ladies. Did everyone make it out okay? Elaine, that's a nasty gash on your arm, you might want to have that checked out back at base. Catherine, get to Elaine and work your stuff. We're moving out of here as soon as we confirm the seeds, we don't wanna spend any more time then we need to."

The voice of command rang out as soon as the witch's lair had spat them back out. Antsy soldiers, Violetta thought, were inefficient soldiers. People needed order in their lives, and she was all too happy to provide that, in the form of a shouty young lady with a massive hat and and even larger ego.

"Wait. Where's Chell?"

One glance at her squadron, and her heart dropped. The company was one short. And it didn't take a genius to work out what had happened. Even then, amidst the quiet realization, she still had to play the shouty Sargent card.

"Well, come on then, it's almost morning. I'm sure you all have comfortable beds in which to mope in, so get a damn move on, already!"

They picked up two grief seeds that night. One with a tiny motif of snowflakes dancing around its edge.

Violetta grabbed at the tray of fast food and deposited it gently on the table. Then she picked up her phone, and spoke, disinterestedly into the mobile phone.

"Hey? Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta." She said, balancing the talk with a small soda. Once upon a time,they'd used codenames and secrets to hide their gang of magical girls. It led to so much confusion and doublechecking they simply dropped the codes and talked normally to confirm they had got it right the first time, and it wasn't like anybody cared about the Valks. She sneaked a fry into her mouth, chewed and swallowed with all the signs of enjoyment, and half-yawned into the receiver "Be on your guard, ladies. It's a good night for something fishy."

She cut the communication, and glanced at the screen. Somebody wanted her to go patrol some dark and dirty corner of the city to find a rogue magical girl. Didn't sound like her cup of yerba mate. She and her battalion had already met their quota for today. But she threw aside the unopened burger and stood up to leave, anyway. Whenever there were magical girls fighting, there were impressionable kids ready to contract at a moment's notice and a suspicious plague of disappearing Ferretweasels. And her squad was still one down. She left the shop, and transformed into her fighting clothes. No sense in going unprepared.

[User]
It was obvious that Kyubey would have grinned had he been able to do so, or had he felt the sort of emotion that prompted that sort of action. He had chosen her for a reason after all, just like there was a reason behind everything that the Incubators did. Maria would just have to figure out what it was along the way.

Kyubey hopped down off the bookshelf, sitting in front of the wheelchair as he watched her with unblinking eyes. It seems to be a magical girl, he said at last, providing some information. Normal humans would find it incredibly difficult to do what they appear to be trying to do. If a Noble is involved though, it is only indirectly, given that you yourself have no knowledge of any illicit magical research.

Another seeming mental shrug then. I would provide more help, but they have done quite a bit to hide their activities from our attention. They had just been fortune that the impact of the ongoing experiments, whatever they were trying to do, had been easier to pick up. But it still left no clue as to who was doing it, much less what they were trying to do.

---

Lukoshenko's arrival wasn't entirely a surprise beyond the exact time of his arrival, when he did show up. Alexandra had been expecting him, since she insisted on receiving general reports so she could keep up to date on the state of her nation. She would not let herself be overthrown like she had done before, and she would not allow her nation to fall in dire straits. Aurora would be maintained as it had been, if she had any say in it.

"Enter," she called, and Lukoshenko would find the door unlocked. that would permit him entrance into the tastefully decorated penthouse, not ostentatious in its display of wealth but rather subtle about it. It exuded power and an aura of strength that was made to either intimidate, or to console, depending on the intentions of the person who entered, and Alexandra was glad that she had found that particular decorator.

Kolya would find Alexandra in the living room, relaxing on the couch with a glass resting nearby. Caroline stood in the corner watching him, though there was less suspicion than had he been someone who hadn't proven his loyalty. She was not a permanent fixture at these meetings by far, but it appeared she had nothing else to do at the moment.

"So, how fairs our border today," she asked once he came to a rest, having earned her full attention. Relaxed though she might be, she was all business nonetheless.


[System]
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Extremely pretty... and of absolutely, absurdly average height. Well, it was absolutely average in the distant past. Now it might not be.
* Personality: A contradictory sort; to those with her love and favour, Ashte is doting and affectionate, forgiving of their mistakes and willing to give them multiple chances. To her enemies, there is no quarter until their complete defeat; no mercy will be offered until an enemy is crushed beyond the point of being able to rise up again. To those who have neither her love nor her hate, Ashte is reserved and haughty, a proud goddess who expects to be deferred to and loved first.
* Domain: Love and War. Of course, in the general sense this also makes her a goddess of fertility and beauty and organisation and such things; as a goddess so closely tied to mortal concepts, she enjoys the fuzziness of the boundary regions between domains.
* Abilities: In the old days, Ashte was a goddess who had nearly as many ways to face down her enemies as she did lovers. She could have perfect insight over a battlefield and relay orders with a precision and speed no mortal could hope to match, leading her troops in a perfect dance to confound enemies that would have thought them helpless. Her presence on the battlefield could be a rallying beacon to inspire ability and endeavours beyond normal limitations. Or she could show them all exactly how it was done, and take to the battlefield herself, with nothing more than martial ability and vast divine power. Or, often, all three at once; nothing makes a battle easier than waving a juicy but impregnable target in front of your enemies.
In her current state, none of those remain, aside from some thoroughly mortal-achievable but superlative skill at arms. Instead, the remaining facet of Ashte's warlike skills is part of an ability that would allow her to be an army: conjuring and reshaping a scant pair of weapons to hover close around her and fight autonomously, if she doesn't wish to wield one or both herself. Of course, these still have a spark of the divine about them--they cut far more things than normal steel would.
As for the other aspect of her domain, she's still extremely pretty. Anything that would permanently interfere with that won't stick. She's quite annoyed at how... immutable her body is right now, however. Some people have particular interests that can't be satisfied this way! It really loses out on regal, divine presence, too, to be so... not huge.
* Brief Backstory: Ashte's time as a major deity was rapacious and expansionist, inevitably coming into conflict with those surrounding her followers that refused to be swayed. Those that refused her love could only be treated as suspicion, as having ulterior motives--in such a volatile region, how could anyone that refused to ally or submit be anything but an enemy in waiting
Of course, it's quite embarrassing--and obvious, in hindsight--that the real enemy would be someone only feigning adoration and abusing her good graces. Not that she's likely to be much more suspicious of her lovers this time...

[User]
Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth,and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck

The door at the top of the staircase was a very sturdy looking barrier. The fact that it had been dented meant that whatever the mortals were using to try and breach it was a very powerful weapon, indeed. More intriguing, though, was the way the doors slid open as she approached it, but even that became of little interest compared to what the open door revealed.

Like the mortals before her, Aureia had to take a pause to take in the enormity of the scene in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as she observed the blood and gore, the number of dead and living, and their equipment. It seemed, even ten thousand years later, there would always be armor and swords, however unusual. The strange tube-like devices in their hands were another thing entirely, though. They had been shooting volleys at the door—where were the siege engines that could do damage to such a strong door? It was entirely possible that what they wielded were strange staves, and they had been firing volleys of spells at the door, though if that were the case, then she must be very weak indeed, if she couldn't detect the magic.

Her eyes drifted to the carnage on the ground. A lopsided battle and a heroic stand had occurred here. In the past, the knowledge of such parties would have been trivial to her, but here, she only had her eyes to work with—who are these two parties of mortals, and more importantly, which group was affiliated with the priestess or had otherwise summoned the gods? By color palette alone, she had to assume the white-clad priestess was more likely to be familiar with the fallen knight than the crimson-armored soldiers.

As the patron of commerce, though, she knew better than to assume, and instead contented herself for the moment to observe the exchange between the commander and his subordinate, finding it amusing.

She took the time to pick her own brain on how she'd introduce herself, vocalizing her thoughts at the same time. "Hmm… what should I say? It's been ten thousand years. Maybe something quick, since there's so many people. Maybe 'Hello, mortal'? But that's so uninspired," she muttered, before realizing she was being addressed, and rudely, at that. "Oh. Ahem. Greetings, mortal. Oh. Oh my, oh dear. You mortals can't be serious. You wouldn't mind repeating that again, would you?" Fake friendliness filled the tone of her voice as she processed the gall of the man's statement. She'd give him the benefit of the doubt, it was ten thousand years and all, maybe it was some strange slang, because she was pretty sure the man had just tried to order around the divine under the authority of some mortal pretty boy. A pretty bad first impression, all things considered. Surely they weren't…?

Oh, they were doubling down. Aureia had been in a good mood from being reawakened, but threatening her and insulting a fellow goddess –one that she respected-- in such an impudent way was a very effective way to ruin that.

"I am Aureia, goddess of wealth and commerce. And travel and luck, but that is far less important. That 'beastkin' you see there is the Goddess of Hunting and Judgment. By what insolence do you and your 'holy' emperor presume to make a mockery of the divine and order us around?" She shifted her umbrella forwards, pointing it directly at the face of the red armored commander. It had taken on a dangerous appearance; the tip had morphed into a golden spike, and a single spoke along the edge had transformed into a long, thin razor along the length of the umbrella.

She gave them a polite smile. Still riding some of her good mood, she gave them one last chance. She doubted the rest of her fellow gods would be as forgiving and wait for their response, but whatever.

"How about I offer a counter proposal? Surrender and submit to our judgment, or die."

[Assistant]
Hexagonal Chamber - O'Menus

The scene before him was of a different kind than he was use to. The viscera, strewn about organs and splattering of blood, the desperate death-prone bodies; most gripping or squeezing onto their last vestiges of mortality was typically ashes where he dispensed his ordinance. A particularly damaged warrior, filled with puncture holes and stabbed by swords, held his cold gaze the longest. 'Useless specks, even killing is a messy deed for them... Though that weapon looks valuable.'

He fixed his eyes onto the stupidest of the armored-mortals, the one so idiotically bold or misled that he presumed to speak to Gods of divinity. That roused the core of his being, the heat that permeated his entirety, to attention. For a moment, he could remember what his original strength felt like, it allowed him to pull the vestiges together. To rally his now meager strength to its fullness.

The sudden roar, or rather the luminance and birth of his flames pushed, Aureia's proposal into a death-sentence. The harsh light bloomed over the darkness for just a moment. The mortals didn't deserve his emotions; the scene that laid before him, before all the Gods, had decided they were ready to die. Apathetically, he considered them, wary of their tubular weapons. The flames that spewed from him gathered around his right forearm, a barren kite shield of hard-fire forming into existence.

"There will be no surrender. They have threatened Gods... their fates will be death," he spoke aloud. He hoisted together all his Godly might and sprinted into action. Forming the shield, coupled with his show of strength was draining. He needed a weapon so he snatched the white blade from the dead warrior nearby and rushed towards the army. He assumed those puncture holes were made from those tubular sticks they were aiming at them. He covered his torso with the shield and ran straight for the horned-headed mortal, sword held at his side, ready for an exterminating decapitation.

[User]
Alasayana
The hunt begins again

---

As she ascended the stairs, the Huntress began pondering the ways she should be greeting the mortals. She didn't wish to scare them, or hurt them - more than once her prodigious strength caused some accidents when she wasn't paying attention. But she was a Goddess, she couldn't casually simply go around saying hello to mortals. There was a proper procedure to these things...hm, loud but friendly introduction? Make them give her an offering of fruit? Maybe ask one to take care of her divine tails. They probably haven't been properly maintained in so long. She could already hear them complaining. Or maybe she should thank them for waking her-

Perhaps she had been too optimistic.

The chamber they exited from held little interest to her. Its construction was curious, to be sure, but she doubted she'd glean anything from it all things considered. So she would step into the welcoming outside air, gazing over the stony expanse, a far cry from the warm sands and colorful jungles she was used too. The forest far below seemed welcoming, but alas - it seemed she may need to perform her duties as a hunter of evil before she could immerse herself in the luxuries of such a welcoming sight.

Two dozen. Maybe a handful of more. Instead of keeping her tails close to her to appear as non-threatening as possible, she'd quickly change her tune the moment the carnage before her became apparent. The four appendages would extend outwards, gazing in all directions as to not let a single human here go unnoticed, not even the dead. A single large humanoid...metal construct? Of some sort lay slain...and near the door to them, was a man. Unmoving, also deceased. It was easy to guess what had happened here.

A protector, slain by these before her.

So, these people were after this priestess, and likely had far less noble intentions.

"I see." Alasayana would inhale. Fury of the righteous sort would begin beating within. "I shall remember your face, warrior, and those stalwart eyes of yours. You did well. Please, rest. I will handle everything else." An exhale as she would offer a small comfort to the already deceased soldiers spirit as she would turn towards the Goddess of Commerce. "Save your breath, Auriea. As much as I loathe to agree with the Sun, I doubt they will listen...and I can not let their apparent transgressions go." With O'Menus taking the golden blade belonging to the warrior, Alasayana would opt for the best weapon she would know how to wield.

"If they wish to become prey for challenging the Gods and our apparent benefactors, then so be it. Lopaley protect the priestess." She would turn her attention to the mob before them. Her tails would writhe behind her, the once passive faces upon them snarling, glaring at the red clad soldiers gathered. She would stand before them as O'Menus would begin his rush to their apparent leader. Even if she could no longer sense evil, hostility, lies and the sort of things that bred and fostered evil...she needn't such senses to determine what those before her were - and as a Goddess, she could not be wrong in her judgements.

"Know this, mortals! I am Alasayana the Goddess of Hunt and she who judges the guilty and consigns their souls to oblivion!" The Goddess would open her eyes, divine fury burning within. "Stand before me and accept your fate, or Flee! It will not matter. Not a single one of you will leave here alive for your sins!" And thus, her judgement had been given.

Guilty.

For the first time in a millennia, the Goddess of the hunt, would do so once more. While O'menus would rush towards the apparent leader, she would rush towards the assembled troops. Black, bestial maws each going for a different soldier as they would rip and tear, drag and slam them against the ground or other soldiers as she would rush into the fray.

[Assistant]
... was it really okay to let these two make first impressions? Maybe she and Aureia should run ahead of everyone else next time? Not that Ashte had anything against fighting--that would be completely ridiculous--but there was more to winning a war than killing everything that stood in your path. Knowing thy enemy, for instance, which was really not helped if you murdered everyone that even looked at you funny. Right now, she didn't feel like they could take on an entire army either.

Well, the choice was out of her hands and at least this spared her the need to engage in making some overly flower declaration. That was something the white-haired goddess had never been too good at. Pillow talk? Rousing speeches? Those were fine but just... acting pompous on demand with no purpose to it? Where was the fun in that?

It was a fortunate time to discover that her instincts were still working, her second shield forming as one of the red-clad soldiers pointed his tubular stick at her, the projectile embedding into the holy metal with a resounding clang. That was... unpleasantly close, she would have to pay more attention to fighting mortals until her power was back up to spec. And pay attention to this one she did, darting up to this one outside of the rampaging huntress's path, a cheerful smile on her face as her arms snapped into place around his. Twist, and...

Oh, this was an interesting weapon, wasn't it? Ah, if she had enough of them, and faithful soldiers... the tactics that she could pull off with perfect battlefield awareness and a ranged implement such as this. It wouldn't be as fun or exciting as a pitched battlefield but being able to eliminate specific targets in the dead of night...

She slammed the butt off the weapon into the disoriented soldier a few more times, knocking him to the ground. At least that way, they'd have someone to interrogate afterwards. Then, shields ready to intercept if anyone looked in her direction, Ashte scanned the battlefield... ah, that one had an even bigger tube? Best stop him first. One, two... their armour was unsurprisingly resilient to their own weapons, but it seemed multiple shots in the same spot could still go through. If you could do it.

If the weapons had changed this much, how had warfare? Oh, this would be exciting.


[System]
Tiger Lily
Art commissioned by Seoxys, found here.
Alias: Tiger Lily

Age: 14

Alignment: Hero

Loyalty: Ward

Appearance: Lillian is a petite, cutesy little girl. Brown hair that reaches her shoulder blades that she keeps tied in a ponytail with two stands left out to frame her face. Her eyes are deep blue, full of life and curiosity. She's not exactly short, given her age, standing at 4'11" and weighing about a hundred pounds.

Her usual wear is a plated skirt, dark in color, and a solid colored T-shirt. Tennis shoes and pink ankle socks are visible her feet. She almost always carries a little stuffed bunny or bear with her, named Bun Bun and Brownie respectively.

Prior to joining the Wards, she had no costume.

After joining, she has adopted a more durable version of her normal outfit, with shorts under her skirt. To protect her face she wears a simple mask styled with what appears to be scales. (under change)

When transformed, she looks like a T-Rex, just of varying sizes.

History: Lillian was born into a mildly wealthy family, the third and youngest child of two lawyers. Given their profession, Lillian rarely saw her parents and was raised more from a in-house nanny as a direct result. There was little solace at home, often being a lonely place given the age difference between her and her twin brothers. As such her early years were unremarkably boring, uninteresting, and so very lonely.

But Lillian found respite at a young age, seven to be exact, in gymnastics. It was an outlet, an enjoyable experience, and it afforded her the chance to not be so lonely. But Lillian suffered from a timid personality in social interactions, and remained a very lonely child.

School was much of the same. Being an average student in a private school, forever struggling to hold up to her family's expectations and being under her brothers' shadows. Her social awkwardness left her a bit of an outcast, and she found herself constantly a subject of ridicule for not fitting in. Over the years this began to pull Lillian into a deep pit of self doubt and anxiety.

Early in 2005, Lillian being fourteen now, things escalated quickly. Over a few weeks she started to suffer from stomach aches and migraines on a regular basis from stress. She was never going to be good enough, she told herself. Never pretty enough. Never smart enough. And the pains got worse.

The taunting at school, the lack of support at home, and being cut from the gymnastics team from her performance degrading from her stress and anxiety snapped something in Lillian. Locked in her room, crying to herself late at night, Lillian took a leap. She felt like more of a child than ever before, with no future to hope for. And so she snuck out of the house once everyone was asleep, stealing some rope from the garage, and found a secluded area with a sturdy tree.

This was going to be it. No more pain, no more stress, and no more worries. She was terrified, broken to her very core, and this fear culminated as she tied the rope and prepared herself.

As she prepared to jump, the rope already tight enough to cause her pain, she felt a burning sensation throughout her body. As she stepped forward, everything seemed to flash white and the tug of the rope disappeared.

She now stood half as tall as the tree, and she was acutely aware that her body was not hers anymore. She was a giant dinosaur! It took Lillian several minutes to figure out what was going on, during which she'd knocked the tree over, breaking it closer to the ground where it couldn't move as easily with her tail.

After finally managing to change back, Lillian ran. And ran. And ran. She found the PRT headquarters and banged on the front doors until someone came. Distraught, she spilled everything. She knew of the Wards, who didn't? She knew she had just Triggered, and she desperately wanted to join and escape her life to become a hero and help. No one needed to go through what she had, and she needed help herself.

She knew, deep in her very being, that this was what she needed to do. For herself, and for everyone else.

Four days after the interrogation of LoveCraft some random mook met Lillian outside, followed by a PRT representative talking with her parents to get permission to allow her into the program, and officially joined the next day.

Personality
Motivations: Lillian is driven by the desire to see hate and evil driven out of the world. Little acts like bullying are very much included. Why can't everyone just get along?

Sexuality: Unknown, leans towards bisexual, but that's a long way away in her mind.

Likes: * Flowers
* Blues and Greens
* Nice people
* Nature
* Animals
* Her stuffed bunny
* Gymnastics
* Boys

Dislikes: * Mean people
* Bullies
* Yelling
* Fast food
* Green food (veggies)
* Boys

Derangement: Incredibly carnivorous. Will hardly ever eat anything but meat since her Trigger.

She also tends to fall into depressive moods at random, part of her never recovering from her attempted suicide.

Lillian also tends to drift ever closer to heat sources without realizing it. She'll continue such until someone points it out. She actively seeks out heat sources, like being in the sun, when not actively engaged in another activity. The mindless drift happens regardless of what she is doing, and as such she has a sleepwalking tendency.

Coping mechanism: Ever since her trigger, which turns her into a giant reptilian monster, Lillian has been obsessed with flowers. 'They smell good,' she argues.

As such, she always has a flower on her. A live one.

 Complication: A direct result of her attempted suicide, Lillian has three distinct personality traits. At times she has the mentality of a young child, eight at most. Other times she's a normal 14 year old. And at other times she's incredibly mature for her age.

Parahumanism
Skills: * Flexible
* Decent endurance (can run a mile in about 6 minutes)
* Great balance
* Good hand-eye Coordination
* Light on her feet

Classification: Thinker and Shifter / Brute

Details: Lillian has increased hearing, smell, reflexes, and eyesight. She can see in great detail up to a mile out, hear sounds better than is normal, and can track a scent like an animal as long as it's clear enough. Her reflexes are tied into her senses, as she can react to situations faster than most people would.These all work like advanced warning systems for her.

When shifting her form, she can take on the form if a reptile like creature, similar to a raptor or a T-Rex in varying stages of size. These sizes go from the height of an average man to easily double in size.

Her clothes and equipment remain intact and return to normal with her, as the form grows around her essentially.

Limitations: Lillian cannot see through obstacles, just like a normal person.

Her hearing acts normal, minus the enhanced intake of higher / lower frequencies.

She cannot distinguish smells that aren't very strong, or are covered by too many other strong smells.

When transformed, all her sense enhancements still apply the same.

Her senses can get overloaded, causing her to essentially be paralyzed.

She can't change sizes in lizard form, and must first revert back and wait 10 seconds before transforming again.

Her minimum transformation size is 6 feet, about the size of an average man, and her maximum is 40 feet tall. In addition, anything over 20 feet tall takes about 10 seconds to grow, and anything under 20 takes up to 5 seconds depending on size.

If she falls unconscious while Changed, she reverts back into human form automatically. Furthermore, injuries sustained in Dino form carry over into human form on a comparable level.

Equipment: * Protectorate Communication Earpiece
* Costume will get to incorporate a holographic computer interfacing tool, courtesy of Decoy.
* Extendible metal baton

[User]
Metanoia debated with herself for a moment. Talk to the cape while looking away from her, or risk looking at her and running away in fright? In the end, politeness, manners, and Metanoia's desire to avoid shunning someone for their appearance won out, and so she steeled herself and attempted to look at the angelic being.

Metanoia immediately twitched, though the thick armor completely hid her reaction. It wasn't the appearance—it was almost beautiful in a way that made Metanoia want to examine her further—but instead it was the sudden surge of unwarranted terror that took her by surprise. She shoved it down, though, forcing her body to relax with her biokinesis and trying to think happy thoughts. It was just another indication of how strange cape powers were and another reminder of her own vulnerability.

"The fight wasn't too bad," Metanoia said lightly, tilting her head and tapping her completely mended chestplate. She was smiling under her helmet, not that the other cape could see her. "But I will accept your gratitude."

The filigree on Metanoia's armor grew more intricate as the seconds passed, curling vines and overlapping scales rising from every inch of the surface. "I don't know who they were," Metanoia said. "As for myself…"

A sense of giddiness grew in her chest as her lips formed her cape name. She'd thought about it for quite some time now, and had spent even more time forcing herself to think of herself in her cape name while in costume to avoid any slip-ups.

"You can call me Metanoia," she said happily, the last word resonating oddly in her throat. "I can grow and manipulate bone at close range, and today's my first day out and about. This isn't how I planned to start my cape career, but I couldn't stand by without helping." She held out a gauntleted hand for the angelic cape to shake. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

[Assistant]
She sighs in relief internal as she the other cape isn't hurt or anything but she knows it won't show in her breaker. Instead, it offers her a sense of forgiveness and acceptance by the other cape and a fighting reason to leave this breaker form.

"I know the one who came up here was named Celia and that they may have been sisters, as they referred to each other as sister." She says a little hazy on any more details but using this all as a distraction from her thoughts of growing stronger.

"You held up pretty well for someone on their first day so well done Metanoia." She looks at the hand cautiously knowing that any second her hand would return to its normal look and not too long after she would revert.

She takes the risk and shakes the other caps hand gently. "I am Abaddon, I can telekinetically move things and I get stronger as the fight goes on." As she mover her hand away, her fingers separate back from the rest of her hands.

"Sorry about that... its a wind-down of sorts from the growing stronger." She says internally worrying that she'd freaked out the other cape.

[User]
Lillian ran. She'd hardly ever ran so fast as she did today. Following the directions, she raided the... Security locker? Secret stash? She really didn't know what to call it, and there wasn't any time to worry about it.

Strapping the combat rifle to her back, she set back off towards the others with the pistol and grenade in hand.

She'd never fired a gun before, but she knew how to use the grenade. And guns weren't hard, right? They used them in movies all the time, and she'd seen the troopers use them before. Well, hold them. The one thing she'd noticed with the troopers compared to real life, however, was that they kept their fingers actually off the trigger unless they were actively using the gun. Like when they'd arrested the Rockers. She mimicked that as she ran.

"Decoy, what's the ammo in these? Rubber or live?" she asked quietly.

"Experimental containment foam rounds."

Well, that was a surprise. She nodded to herself, gripping the pistol more securely.

As she neared the battle zone again, she slowed down. Making sure she wasn't making too much noise, she'd arguably be impossible to hear except through enhanced senses like her own.

As she neared the hole she'd made, she readied the grenade. Protean was breathing heavily she could hear, and she'd caught mention of something about a Father.

As she came to the hole, she acted. Darting into the room, she tossed the grenade, activating it's mechanism, and aimed towards the space between Protean and the wall. If she timed it right, it would activate without risking going too far and catching her friends.

Immediately after letting go of the grenade, she pulled back her other hand and threw the gun, safety on, as hard as she could towards Kens' hiding place. She couldn't leave any asset unused here. And she could smell the gunpowder. He'd shot something recently, she was sure of it. He could make use of that pistol.

Once the pistol left her hands, she pulled the assault rifle around. It was big, odd to handle for an inexperienced kid like herself, but she did the best she could. She took aim at Protean and she aimed low. Even if she missed she'd just be hitting the floor.

She flipped the safety off and pulled the trigger.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Marae laughed, turning around as she stopped herself in front of Freyr. She reached out and placed a hand on both of her cheeks, though for hands her size, it was more like she was grabbing her entire head. "Freyr, do you ever stop working? Seriously, we are at a party, Freyr. We can have a meeting with the others to talk about that later. Just stop a moment and enjoy yourself." Marae smiled. As she released Freyr, she immediately turned and brought her hands up over her head to dive off the edge into the water.

Nirann did not follow. For a moment, his gaze seemed to go out over the water, but it only took Freyr a few seconds to hear his voice. He did not bother trying to shout over the music or the crowd, but rather simply messaged Freyr's implants directly. "It isn't healthy what you're doing, you know?" He said. The tone Freyr heard was perhaps uncharacteristically serious from him. "You have an obsession. Now, you do have a very good reason to be obsessed, mind you, but that doesn't make the effects any better. You don't even know how many times I've seen this play out among my people. In my city. I experience every part of their lives; the good, the bad, all the successes and failures. I've seen millions upon millions of variations of their stories, so I can see what's happening in you. You Humans aren't all that different. You're not failing them if you're not spending every waking moment trying to bring them back. You're not turning your back on them by spending a few hours relaxing. For your sake and theirs, you need to let your mind rest. This obsession, it's not going to help them. It never does. What it can do is narrow your mind. Limit your perspective. It can hamper your judgement until you get to the point where you can only see what you want to see."

Nirann held out one hand between them, offering it to her. "Close your eyes and listen. Not to your own thoughts, not to your fears, but to this place. This moment. The music, the people, the waves crashing up against the side of the boats. Let yourself seize this moment."

[Assistant]
Freyr nodded hesitantly in response to Nirann. She knew some of this already, but hearing it from the robot didn't make things any easier. After a few shaky breaths, Freyr closed her eyes. A blurry image of her family entered her mind - they were running down a beach that didn't exist, away from her. Tears rolled down both her cheeks as the concert boomed around her. Freyr couldn't hear it anymore, only the sound of her breathing and a high pitched whine in each ear.

Slowly, she raised a hand and tried to wipe her tears. She felt instead an alien, rubbery texture against her face, where the mask had settled in. Reaching around her neck, Freyr pushed the mask up and away, using the back of her arm to dry her face. At the same time, she reached out another hand, searching blindly for Nirann's.

---

Staring through the spyglass, the spotter up on the raised promenade zoomed in on the woman's face as she wiped her tears away. The device matched this person to a high value target with a 85% probability. He put his secure phone to one ear, bulky transmitter pointing straight up. "I think I have something. On the beach."

[User]
Nirann, for a few moments, observed in silence. He watched the smallest details of Freyr's body language, not that one would really need an electronic eye to see what she was feeling in her expression. In any case, given the context, it was easy to infer what sorts of thoughts were likely running through her mind. Reaching out, he took her hand carefully in his own. His hand might have been cold metal, with the strength to crush a metal bar as if it were a tin can, but his touch was as measured and precise as a surgeon. They were already close to the water, so he gently guided her along with him as he took a seat on the edge of the vessel, his feet hanging off into the water below.

"I want to show you something real quick." Nirann remarked. He brought up a holographic screen in front of himself. He loaded a short video clip, then pushed it over in front of Freyr. Front and center in the frame was Marae. The distinctive mosaic on her scales had a different pattern, but it was still unmistakably her. It was nighttime in the video, though it was still clear enough for Freyr to see that she was sitting in the sand on a beach, holding another Rothian close to her. They were both looking up to the sky, in which they could see the Milky Way galaxy…from outside of the galactic plane. The video seemed to have been recorded on a Rothian colony in one of the Milky Way's satellite galaxies. Aside from the location, there was nothing in the video that would stand out to the average person, but Freyr would easily notice the fact that the other Rothian looked exactly like the holographic avatar Nirann had used when they had first met him back on Rothia. Yet, the pair of them were clearly in contact with one another in the recording, even nuzzling one another quite affectionately. He clearly was no hologram.

"I don't spend most of my time back home walking around as an armored death machine." Nirann remarked, still messaging Freyr directly. "We can make synthetic bodies that are quite remarkable. I mean, that one is centuries old, and Marae still didn't have any idea there was metal instead of muscle under my scales until our first date. Even then, that was only because I told her myself. Point is, you've been through a lot Freyr, and I know it isn't easy. I know you have a lot to fear when it comes to bringing back your family, but if we do find their minds, you shouldn't have to worry about whether or not we can even bring them back at all. I can't say for sure if their minds will still be compatible with their original bodies, but since their minds have already been digitized, well…I wouldn't need to pull too many strings to have a pair of Human bodies fabricated. Take it from me, the experience of being in one of those bodies is outright identical to being in an organic one. Or at least, it can be."

[Assistant]
Freyr followed Nirann's lead, taking off her shoes and rolling up her leg garments before sitting with the warm water lapping at her knees. She smiled sadly while watching the video Nirann showed, drying her eyes as much as she could under her mask.

Eventually the happy scene became too much, and she looked up and past the screen at Réunion. It was late now, but the city was still lit up with a kaleidoscope of bright lights, snaking their way between platforms up to the mountains above.

"You make it sound so easy." Freyr murmured, running her index finger through the water. "Like we can just bung my family into new bodies and life can go back to normal." She sighed. "I've had…dreams. Or visions, I don't know. I can see them inside the Cradle - they're being…chased, or tortured. I can't tell if they're asleep or awake, or where they are. But something is happening to them and being broadcast to me."

Freyr pulled out her stim-stick and popped it in her mouth; the light lit up. "I sound crazy, I know. But it feels like a trap that I can't avoid. No matter how i approach it, none of us come out whole."

[User]
Nirann turned his head, looking down at Freyr. "I don't mean to be the skeptic, but those dreams are much more likely to just be…dreams. You are worried about your family, again, very understandably. Your minds create dreams, for the most part, just based on what you think about while you're awake. And I'm sure you're thinking about your family a lot. There is not likely to be any meaning behind them beyond that."

Freyr's hand was still gripped tightly onto Nirann's, though given her state at the moment, she may not have even realized it. He lifted her hand up slightly, then rested his other hand over the top of hers. "And if we can find their consciousnesses, then it really will be that easy. Normally it wouldn't be, since the prospect of digitizing a living mind is far from simple, but that won't be an issue here. Digital beings like me, we don't have to be too attached to particular hardware if we don't want to be. I can move between any hardware with enough storage space at a snap of my fingers, and well…the point I was trying to make is that they can be happy like this. In my usual body, there is nothing you can experience that I can't. Every touch, every taste, every scent, even digestion we can accomplish artificially. Now, granted, I don't usually enable all the features of organics in my body. For instance, I don't sleep and have never had the desire to, but they could have the choice to experience everything just like it used to be. Except…"

Nirann shifted slightly in place, his gaze moving back out over the water. There was one aspect of Humanity that Rothians would never have any desire to imitate. "Well…there is the immortality. They wouldn't age. They would need to change bodies to move on to later stages of life, and the eventual death your species experiences would always be a choice."

[Assistant]
Freyr blew out some vapour. It was a different colour to before, slightly green. She chuckled and shook her head. "At least then they'll get back the time they lost." Lights reflected off the dark, warm water as she ran a hand through it. Nirann might have been talking, but she wasn't taking anything in. After a little while, Freyr leaned slowly forward from her position, sat on the side and entered the lake fully.

The comforting blackness engulfed her, and the cacophony of sounds around them changed into a muffled clang and hum. Freyr kicked her legs once, then twice, arms at her sides. Her fist closed around the stim-stick to prevent it floating away. Someone jumped in nearby, and began swimming around, nearly kicking her in the face. Freyr breathed out, feeling bubbles of air crawling along the top of her mouth.


[System]
Picture:

Hero Name: Polaris

Age:16

Height: 5"6

Home:Tokyo, Japan

Quirk Type: Mutation

Quirk: Nadeko's forearms are instead two comically oversized magnets. With these magnets, Nadeko can attract metal objects and other magnetic objects, as well as disrupt magnetic fields and electronic equipment. The strength of the magnets is something she can increase with effort. She can generate magnetic fields strong enough that if she points her arms at a nearby building and pulls, she herself will move forward.

Her forearms are also large, square, and bulletproof, which makes them useful for protecting her chest and head during possible combat encounters. Getting punched by one is no joke either. It's like running head-first into a metal wall.

Quirk Weakness': Nadeko can't control or manipulate magnetism. She can't even repel metal away from her unless it's charged. All she can do is attract, much like a magnet would behave.

Her quirk also prevents her from having real hands or fingers, making the most basic of menial tasks an entirely different and possibly much more difficult process for her, and outright impossible without the correct tools

Background/Personality:

Nadeko was born with magnets for arms. While the other kids could do everything a quirkless could do, and had superpowers on top of that, Nadeko couldn't pick things up, interact with objects properly, or even eat unassisted. Special tools were ordered for her, that allowed her to accomplish different tasks by herself by attaching metal handles to things like hairbrushes and toothbrushes.

As she grew older, and became more accustomed and adept to using her powers, she stopped seeing them as the drawback everyone else did. She was gifted. She was powerful. She'd show off to the other kids in the class. This is when she started getting dreams of becoming a Hero. Her powers could help people! But more importantly, and though she won't admit it to herself, it came from a desire to prove to the world she wasn't handicapped by her quirk. She wanted to save them for once.

Nadeko is cheerful, cocky and a little bit of a show-off. She's friendly, helpful, kind and a positive person to be around. She can get overbearingly smug and self-centred, or defensive and prickly where her quirk is concerned. It can be a sore subject. Her primary pet peeve is people treating her like she's disable. She doesn't want pity or charity. She wants you to be impressed.

In an emergency situation, however, Nadeko isn't flashy. She has a good, just heart and will prioritise stopping people from getting hurt over looking cool. She's quite intelligent, and knows how to use her quirk creatively. She has good potential as a tactician or strategist though lacks the field experience currently.

How did you get into UA?: Exam

What was a fateful moment in the exam or recommendation?: Nadeko of course took out the smaller metal robots with ease, so didn't focus on a high number count, instead dispatching any she ran into as fast as possible as she gunned it to the biggest robot she could find. She climbed its back with her arms and magnetically pulled its head as hard as she could, messing with the delicate electronics and software. But that wasn't what she was really doing. From this vantage point, she looked around for 'citizens' to assist or rescue. Once she'd felled the robot, she prioritised saving the citizens she saw, for the remainder of the runtime.

Despite her impressive feats, she only ranked 13th in Combat. However, she managed to rank 2nd in Support due to her efforts

[User]
Aori had been up all night, unable to sleep due to the sheer excitement. Tomorrow marked her first day at a prestigious hero university, U.A. as they called it. The young girl's first step toward becoming a pro-hero. Sure, at one point in time she had wanted something a little different. To be a singer just like her mom, but that's life, isn't it? Things change, ideas come and go... like autumn into winter.

She paced around her room, heavy dark bags forming under her eyes. She looked like a mess, a monster befitting the mutant quirk she was born with. Eventually, she picked up a toy she had been acquainted with some time in the past, something she turned too on occasion when she was in desperate need of answers. A magic eight ball. Shaking it violently, "Will I have a good day tomorrow?" She asked, at first in a very sweet and kind voice.

Within the blue triangle, words floated into existence. "NO." It read, in all capital letters.

"Huh!? What do you mean no! Aori's day will be amazing, I KNOW IT!"

"Then why did you ask..." Foreign words for a machine programmed to have the most basic responses. It wasn't Aori's fault her parents had spent the extra dollar on a newer model. A "sassy and sarcastic" magic eight ball. Not really what she needed at the moment!

This went on pretty much all night, question after question, annoying answer after answer. When the sun finally came up, Aori had grown exhausted from her debates with the toy but the idea of school filled her with a burst of energy unlike any other. Unfortunately, that couldn't get rid of the eye bags.

---

U.A. was massive. It stood before her like a mighty modern castle of education. Her hair rolled out in excitement and she twirled a tentacle in her fingertips. Mystery foam was running down the corner of her mouth as she daydreamed of her future to come. Not only was she going to become a hero, but she was going to meet people just like her. With a common interest.

Recently, she had gotten into the art of making paper dolls. Her newly-discovered current obsession. Therefore she always carried scissors and paper with her, for now anyway. In about a week that would be a dead hobby, joining her cemetery of forgotten interests. Therefore the drooling girl walked through the gates, keeping her head on a piece of paper she was snipping away at, attempting to get the "dolls" into heroic silhouettes.

Stopped by a robot who demanded her name, she gladly gave it away. "Aori Nagano." After approval, Aori continued onward, talking to herself the entire way. She was still pretty bent up about the events of last night...

"Aori will show that stupid magic eight ball, won't she?!? Ahahahahahaha!" Truth be told, she didn't really notice the other students. Not yet anyway. She wasn't used to having friends and found it hard to make them, most people avoided her. Even when walking through the crowd, slits of paper falling behind her as she sliced and sliced, nothing seemed to phase her.

When she finally reached the doors to the building, not just the courtyard or the gate leading up to it, she only had a few words to say. Mumbled under her breath. "It's hero time!!!" The words escaped her mouth very slowly, long and drawn out they brought upon a smile, a wicked and evil smile! She had no malicious intent, of course, she just happened to have REF. Resting evil face.

[Assistant]
Ryoshi walked into the dorm looking around. His arms were wrapped around a overstuffed box, as he wandered inside. Truthfully, for how large it was and how full it was, it seemed strangely easy for someone as lanky as he was. Still, he walked in, sorta in a blank state. "Ah. So this is where I'm staying huh?..." He stated the obvious, completely unsure what else TO say. I mean, he was here! Ryoshi! You know, the kid in class that no one really thought would do anything exceptional. Not that he'd fail... just not excel. And yet here he was attending the most prestigious school for heroing. That couldn't be right... Yeah wait that doesn't make any sense!?

Now dealing with his imposter syndrome, Ryoshi stopped, right in the middle of the hallway towards where he believed his room was. What was he doing here? There had to be someone else more fit for his spot right?... He stood there, blankly staring at the box in front of him for a decently long time.

Wasn't part of being a hero about being commanding, and enthralling too? Maybe that should be something to work on while he was here. You know, be someone interesting, live up to the notion of a hero. Of course he had no idea what kind of hero he'd try and act like. Was he a Cool Guy? Arbiter of Justice? Lone Wolf?

At this point, Ryoshi put his box down, placing his hand against his chin, deep in thought as he was standing there, deep in thought, he was broken from this trance by the sudden shouting from the entrance. "It's Hero Time!!!" He let out an "Ah-" before looking behind him to see the the girl with octopus hair and a foreboding presence standing there.

He looked at his box for a moment, and decided it was fine to leave, approaching the girl. He extended his hand. She wasn't exactly a frightening sight to him. After all, he saw how his mom was when mad. And mantises were rich in protein. Hold on... What was he even supposed to say? This girl already exemplified that heroic ideal better than he did. He felt a bead of sweat building on his brow. Eventually he sternly yet gently placed a hand on her shoulder, all the while, he tried to smile. Tried to because inside he was going more like:

H-Huh? What am I doing? No stop, there were so many other options! Okay, gotta get outta this one He managed to pull it into an smirk, giving a thumbs up to the girl. "Admirable indeed! Just as a hero should!..." Huh? What are you saying?! Where is this coming from! Damage control quick!  He softened into a gentle smile. "J-Just joking!... Gotta go!" Ryoshi, ran back to his box, lifted it up and ran in more of an awkward hop up the stairs with alarming speed before he opened the door to his room, slammed the box on his bed, and slide against the door, hunched into his hands, embarrassed that he did any of that. His social life here ended before it even began.

[User]
Nadeko stood at the gates of U.A. and took a moment to drink it all in. This was the school where the top heroes are forged, and she could be one of them. The uniform was more elaborate than she was used to. She could use specially made metal hooks to put on her slip-on shoes, knee-lenth socks and button up her shirt and skirt, but the tie was undoable. Much like shoelaces, Nadeko was incapable of the dexterity needed to tie her own tie. Between the missing tie and unbuttoned top button, and the short red hair brushed over one eye, there was a slightly rebellious air about her appearence. She was lucky she had no piercings or people might think she was a yankee.

She made her way past the robots and up to the dorm, dragging a large, heavy suitcase behind her. In the common room, she saw a praying mantis boy talking to a girl with tentacles for hair. She vaguely remembered them both from the exam, seeing them both also go around saving citizens. She entered the common room, and smiled and waved at the both. Well, by 'waved', she shook her large square, hand-less metal arm at them. From what she heard of the conversation between the two of them, they both seemed exited to be here, excited to become Heroes, but both socially awkward and nervous. The mantic boy then suddenly and abruptly fled the scene. She guessed he was hoping for a more confident first impression. Nadeko turned to the girl.

"Hi, I'm Nadeko. Nice to meet you! Man, U.A! We made it! Are you excited? Anyway, I'm gonna go unpack." She gestured to her large suitcase. "I'll see you in class!"

Nadeko arrived at her room, threw her suitcase onto her bed and unzipped it. The first thing she took out where her metal hooks. Without her family to help her dress, their importance couldn't be overstated. Plus she'd need them to hang all her clothes up. Once she was finished, she placed them gently on top of her dresser, before fishong out a small rectangular metal box. This was basically her pencil case. Without the specially crafted tools in here, she'd be unable to write anything down. It also contained a smaller set of hooks in case they needed to change into gym uniforms and she didn't have time to come back here.

Case magnetically attached to her arm, she left her dorm room and set off towards the classroom.