[System]
Age: 38
Race: Half Elf
Weapon: Whip, Musket Rifle (or any other gun he can pick up)
Magic: N/A
Personality Traits:
Dominant-
* Charisma
Weakest-
* Strength
Appearance:
Looks-

Adventure Gear-

Jericho is what many would consider a bard. He can often be seen playing an instrument of some kind, or telling a tale for coin. After hearing the king's offer, Jericho made his way to the outpost, looking for a good story, and some loot never hurt.

Jericho's favorite weapon is his whip. It may not be very damaging, but he can use it to grapple opponents/items, and he can use it as a climbing/swinging tool if needed. He carries a rifle, and is always trying to find ways to improve it. He is skilled with most firearms, as he prefers to fight at a range instead of up close. Last, he also carries a book full of old stories, and tales he has written himself.

Jericho cannot naturally cast a spell, like a wizard or battle mage, but if he has a scroll or object of power, he can follow the instructions well enough to get something going, usually. The same can be said for potion making.

[User]
Akono smiled widely, clapping the smaller man on the shoulder in what was meant to be a friendly gesture, but was perhaps a bit too forceful. "The best melee... I like this title! Perhaps I should introduce myself this way, no?" He shook his head, chuckling to himself, making more out of the comment than in really deserved.

"I'll be honest with you, Necromancer. I wasn't sure about you when I saw you approaching. I don't think much of meddling with the dead. But then, you seem a decent sort of fellow. Perhaps it is a snap judgement, but I believe we will get on just fine. I'm a good deal less sure about the Elf-Man. He seems far, far too confident by my measure. Anyone as sure of himself as that man is either a fool, or dangerous. Or, in this case, perhaps both." The dark giant mused idly, his intent less to speak his mind about the de facto group leader, and more to gauge the Necromancer's opinion of the man, and to test how willing the slim magicworker was to speak openly and confide in a near-stranger.

"Here. Let me pay for a drink for you. Then, with ale in our stomachs, good cheer will come easily, I think. The pretentious Elf-Man may be more willing to put up with our presence if he believes we are getting on well." He waved for a mug of the tavern's home brew, then shook his head with a long-suffering look as he sent the buxom serving girl back to fetch a larger mug. She returned with an enormous flagon, better-suited to serving a table than one man. Akono smiled widely, a fearsome, yet cheery sight, and pushed a thick coin down the bar to her, adding "That should cover it, and whatever my friend here wants." He placed particular emphasis on the word "friend", punctuating it with another good-natured, if painful clap on the shoulder.

[Assistant]
Enduring the force that Akono had placed on his shoulder, Vlad's face started to shift to red, but the mask has covered most of his facial expression. Looking at the action Akono just did, Vlad raises his mug. "Maybe this is going to be a good adventure for both of us, and for the new friend that I just make."

"Hey, barkeep. Give me the best food that you can afford in this place. This should cover what my friend and I want." Placing five coins alongside the table, looking at Akono. "As I believe, we both are human. And human like us can do nothing before having a full meal."

Suddenly, a loud noise can be heard throughout the whole bar, echoing in everyone head, and shutting down any conversation in there. Through the window, Vlad saw a hulking beast is on the top of the castle and screaming. Fill with awe and excitement or maybe feared, many people run outside the bar to have a better view of the beast. But not Vlad, who is sitting there, murmuring to himself, before drinking his ale. "So I believe, our signal was given, and the wheel of fate had begun to roll. " Outside, voices between people debating about this adventure started to rise, like a smoke signal for death to come.

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Akono smiled at the offer of food, but said nothing, enjoying his beverage. At the "both human" comment, he remarked "Aye. Hardly something worth mentioning, were you to ask me, but aye." He returned to his drink, draining it with a fervor that was almost concerning. As he set the enormous pitcher down to take a breath, a monstrous screeching rent the air. The singularly cacophonous sound snapped the bondsman back into the reality that was the impending mission, and he left his drink at the bar in favor of retrieving the trunk-like club that rested against the back wall. He hefted the massive weapon up onto one shoulder, then nodded to the Necromancer and stepped outside, eyes searching for the source of the screeching sound.

He eventually did sight the source of the sound, as well as the apparent leader of the little party, as well as a young woman who he didn't recognize. He strode over to the two, acknowledging them, but saying nothing. He hefted his club down from his shoulder, resting the brass-bound head on the street. The handle leaned against his bulky chest, and he used one hand to keep it steadied. Finally, he spoke.

"Jericho. Who's the woman? She part of our crew, or just hanging around in hopes of catching your eye?" He didn't make any attempt to address the woman herself. If she was worth his attention, she'd make it clear. He broke the tense moment with a grin, and a jovial "Kidding, miss. It's a pleasure to meet you, of course. I'm Akono. Anyone know why the beast up there showed up? Any town guardsmen to deal with it?"

[Assistant]
"It's making itself known." Jericho said, not taking his eyes off the creature, watching as it made its way into a hole in the roof of the castle. "It wants us to know it exists, that it's going to hunt us down." He said, then finally looked at the two.

"She is with us. And we are leaving. Now." He said, going to the door. "If that thing is the main predator of the city, its resting. Which means it'll be awake by the time everyone else comes to town. Aka, free, easy, breakfast." He said, opening the door. "If we leave now, we'll have a better chance of hiding once it is awake." He walked into the bar.

"If you are traveling with me, get your things. I'm going to grab my bag and rifle, then taking off." He shouted, then went to the room he had rented.

"No refunds on the room." The barkeeper said.

"That's fine." He told him, going to his room and gathering his gear. He then grabbed his rifle, putting it in its holster on his back, then heading back down. He gave the barkeep a waterskin, nodding.

"Feel it up." He said, putting some money down.

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"I can do many things," Raven replied after shapeshifting, taking on Jericho's appearance and voice to sound exactly like him. But she could only do that with individuals she'd come across, not complete strangers. Nonetheless, that little detail didn't matter much and she didn't feel the need to disclose it. It was after a deafening screech the Raven resumed her normal appearance. She couldn't lie to herself, she was quite startled.

"Well, isn't that a surprise..."

As the two of them stared, a pair of traveling companions walked up to them, one whom she could have sworn had been inside talking to Jericho right after she had paid for her drink.

"The pleasure is all mine, Akono," Raven smiled once Jericho went back inside the bar. "I'm Raven, yet another person tagging along...hope you don't mind."

[Assistant]
*After some time has passed*

Jericho looked at the wall around the city. It had been built to protect the town many years before any of them had been born, but now acts like a barrier to protect the safe from the infected. For how long, was anyone's guess.

Jericho kept walking along the wall, looking for a way to get in. "Try to keep up. I don't want to lose you guys. Not yet anyway." He said, then stopped, seeing some light, coming near the wall.

It was a group of looters, nothing they couldn't handle, if it came to that. They were pushing a few crates out of the town, using a hole in the wall. "Hurry up! We are too close to the church. I don't want the blood whore to find us!" One said, as the other nodded.

"Did you see what she did to Samuel? She had her servants just rip him apart! Then she just let them have their way with her, right there in the blood! The gods have forsaken this land!" One looter cried. He was rocking back and forth by the wall, shaking in fear.

"Hush kid! We all knew the risk when we went in there! But just think. We only have to split this three ways now. More for each of us!" Said the "leader" of the group.

Jericho looked back at the group following him. "So, what do you think? We can try to talk to them, see if they'll just let us go through the hole. Or we can wait till they leave." He said. "Or, you know, kill them."

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"I vote for killing." Looking behind to see three skeletons hauling a huge amount of supplies containing foods, water, and camping supplies, Vlad chuckles a little bit before looking to the "leader". " I can feel my power getting stronger the closer we are to the city. Even though it is weak for now, but my power is truly getting stronger."

Pausing for a moment to find a reason for the group to kill these looters, the only reason that Vlad could find is to experiment his empowered magic. But it was only his reason for doing so, not the group primary's objective. They might get injured, and after all, Vlad didn't know them very well. But Vlad needs to experiment his power, or else the next time he got is going to be in a desperate situation.

Trying to make his speech to become more of a recommendation, rather than an order, Vlad continues his reason for doing so. "My power is getting stronger when in this area. Even though I still not know for what reason, but the art of necromancy seemed to empowered in this area. So I need to test this before it is too late. For I don't know what is the next situation I will test my power at, so here is the best for me. "

Pausing a moment to see the group facial reaction, Vlad continues. "Of course, you guys can choose not to. After all, the noise of the battle might pull some unnecessary attention."

[Assistant]
"You're as welcome as any of us, Raven. Here's hoping that our slapdash group works together alright. I'd hate to have to be watching my back every moment of every day." He put on a less-aggressive tone. "Let's hope that it doesn't come to that. I'm a trusting fellow, so long as there's nothing too unquestionably odd about someone. Like, say, the ability to raise the dead." He shuddered slightly. The big man wasn't easily scared, but the idea of necromancy unnerved him to no end. It was a relief, at least, to hear that this particular dead-raiser was at least partly devoted to the concept of life.

Akono stepped back slightly at the words of the necromancer. "Damn, man. I'm all for fighting in general, but you're talking about using living people as test subjects. I'm a damn sight more comfortable with just bashing their heads in and being done with it. I'm glad that you're feeling powerful and all, but these are human lives we're talking about. I thought you were a student of life as much as death magic. Can't we just either kill them and get out of here, or hurry away? Every moment that we waste here is adding to the lead that any other party might have over us."

He frowned wearily, and looked to the part-elvish de facto leader, an action which was becoming uncomfortably habitual. "Well, Jericho? It's up to you. I'm satisfied with going in mace-a-swinging, but if you give the order, I'm sure we could take advantage of our slight lead, rather than wasting it with discussion." His meaty hand tensed slightly on the leather-wound handle of the ironwood club, muscles readied for either choice, violent or not.

[User]
"I believe that the less risky move is waiting," Raven chimed in, creeping up next to Jericho to take a better look at the bandits. "From the sounds of it, it doesn't look like we'll have to wait long, if that's something you're okay with," she continued, shrugging her shoulders. The main reason Raven gave such opinion was because of an old friend. "Do not engage unless you need to," he had said to her. While his statement did carry some truth to it, Raven didn't always necessarily follow his advice. She had been an instigator one too many times before, enough to make him shake his head in disapproval if he were to be around. But their situation was a little different now.

Raven looked around at her teammates. They appeared to be a decent crowd judging entirely on a superficial basis. "But if the majority agrees to make an offensive move, then I'm more than okay with that," she said, taking a few steps back to address the group. "They're outnumbered as it is, and they won't see us coming."

Raven tried not to smile. She loved a good, fair fight, but sometimes getting that easy win was too exhilarating to pass up. Besides, it's not like she was the one to suggest that the group go after them.

[Assistant]
Jericho rubbed his eyes. "Fine, I'll make the decision." He muttered, grabbing his rifle, and started aiming at the looters. "Its one shot only, so you guys be ready to fight while I reload." He said, aiming for one guy. He started to slow his breathing, getting ready to pull the trigger, when the screams started.

The young looter shot up, trying to swat the rats off him. They came out of nowhere, just raining down on the poor kid. Everyone could only watch as the rats started to rip his flesh off the to eat it. The other two looters took off running, leaving their friend, and treasure, behind.

"Holy fuck." Jericho muttered, then aimed for the kid's head, pulling the trigger. He couldn't save the idiot, but he could put him out of his misery. The rats went about eating their meal, before running back into the city.

"Interesting." He muttered, reloading his rifle. "A large hole in the wall, an easy way out of the city, yet they go right back into the town. Why is that?" He asked, mostly to himself, but wouldn't be upset by any of their suggestions.


[System]
Age: Thousands of years
Species: Cybertronian/Transformer
Gender: Male

Abilities:
- Shockwave's primary armament is the large cannon permanently affixed to his arm. It is a very powerful weapon, comparable to Megatron's fusion cannon.
- He transforms into a tank. It's cool
- Science: Nothing is more powerful than his logical mind. He can science the shit out of anything.
- He is also a skilled mechanical/medical expert, performing complex surgeries on other Transformers

Universe of Origin: Transformers (Prime)

He even has a theme

[User]
@Flamelord@Gummi Bunnies

Light - Arcadia 2

Having spent the night at a motel with Gojira's group, Light was one of the first ones to wake up. Pulling out a media player, Light began to listen to a few songs that it was picking up in this dimension. After cycling through a few, she found one she liked. She walked over to the other group member rooms, knocking on them in a rhythmic manner similar to the song she was listening to, although since it was a rock song, her knocking was very... intense at times.

"C'mon everyone, its the next day! Lets get going!" She said, dancing to the music.

[Assistant]
Über Ethereal

Cyano's Universe, Conablum Labs

@Lmpkio

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Before the Timeskip

Cyano's reaction was as always, predictable. Always one to pride herself despite the fact that her 'advancements' were null in the eyes of the Multiverse. There'd always be a more advanced nation out there, so it all ended up worthless. Nonetheless, it did prompt a response from her colleague the alien overlord as it held rationality a little more dearly than the woman with the blue hair.

"We've attained eternal life and controlled life as we see fit. After this point, everything stagnates. Hence our endeavor to transcend instead of going for more incremental approaches as you do. We found the Multiverse thanks to this breakthrough."

The following event would be rather humorous, not that the Ethereal was anymore capable of expressing it more than it could care about the woman's pride. But it could easily distinguish funny things and underline how silly they were. In this case, she talked about how great she was in her field, and yet this creature demonstrated intellectual capabilities that made this lab relatively useless if they harnessed all of its power. But in fear that she would actually do something that could damage the Kolon, it would use the same arm-like vectors to snag the beast and pass it back to Biollante. It would then speak once she was done attempting to be sassy to the alien.

"Perhaps some time in the field will make you appreciate the idea of catering to our commander's little needs. At least you will have the chance to observe your new science project in action. Biollante, please do take care of this creature until further notice."

With that said, the alien departed its own to do a bunch of alien stuff no one truly cared about. That mostly involved supervising Arcadia-1 via their concealed satellites and ships. It also coordinated the Quincy base's construction, insuring that no faults were being made and the schedule would be followed with little delay.

After the Timeskip

Arcadia-1's Quincy Pocket Dimension

The Ethereal's work was entering fruition, having used the Kolon and the many resources both its fleet and Conablum labs offered, they managed to build a new version of the Train Terminal they had taken the station. As proud as it was, it wasn't going to part take in any operations relating to these, unfortunately. It was instead directly in the 'Shadows' of Arcadia. The Quincy were using Reishi they gathered from the wasted Siretei they came from to construct many buildings and objects they could use as base without ever being detected by the surface.

The overlord was in a large tower they had built, the biggest one yet in what seemed to be simply a massive city. It was as big as the planet, but it was large, probably nearing country size. But each portion was technically 'under' important parts of the globe. The concept of space was simply different in this dimension. The alien supervised the work while keeping tabs on everything. And then, it tapped on the executive's headsets, giving them the green light to proceed.

"You may commence your operations. All has been cleared."

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Eto

Cybertron, Transformers Universe

@Lmpkio@Absolis@dirty slime

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Through the many discoveries made thanks to Grimlock's body and the recent information gained by a similar entity to it that flew through Arcadia, the research teams would easily pull out the coordinates to Cybertron via a Terminal. There awaited the fearsome warrior known to have led an army of cannibals and finally stood against the overwhelmingly powerful and corrupt crusaders against her kind. Only one being was capable of standing a chance against her, and he was truly an anomaly of his kind. Even for the standards of the Outliners, no even the Multiverse, she was a lethal threat that could take down an array of people. Anyone even near her during her bloodlusts would feel her hunger oozing and attempting to consume people from afar. When Cyano would enter with Grimlock as her new pet to try out, she'd find the commander ... Asleep on a summer chair with a parasol and a newspaper covering her face.

Indeed, the supposed monster of the Dark Outliners was taking a nap right in the middle of the ruined Cybertron where apparently there were still hostile Autobots nearby. Her reasons were unknown, but it happened, right next to where the portal they were using would appear. It didn't help that she still wore her usual green overalls with a white sweater that seemed a little too big for her. Finally, her silly, messy hair put into a bun just to make her appear the least threatening possible. Eventually with their arrival, she'd slowly wake up, letting her paper fly away while she'd set her glasses back straight. Looking around, she'd be visibly unimpressed by the massive Autobot that slowly approached her with evidently hostile intentions given she was kind of an alien in its planet. Hopefully, Grimlock's little 'training' would make him responsive to that.

"Hmmm? *Yawn* Oh hi! You must be the blue haired Cyano! I love your lab, it's sooo clean and neat! Hey wanna take a selfie?"

She'd ask, taking out a camera from under her chair before realizing that was just pushing it, so she'd put it back under there and stood up.

"Ah nah, not the time huh? Well glad to meet you! I'm Eto!"

Eto snagged the woman's hand to shake it. The first thing Cyano would notice would be the gargantuan strength this woman had without trying, a strength that could make her easily rip off the scientist's arm if she were not to use her superhuman strength to resist it in time. But, Eto was quite friendly to her peers, especially those who didn't big mixing organs together with her appendage. She'd then set her hands on her hips before turning toward the horizon before pointing to a very specific direction, given that the Autobot was dealt with by now.

"So there's our target! E.T's scans say there's been Arcadia-like activity over there, and lots of it. Given the sheer numbers flocking and the way they move, I'm going to say ... Ultron! Yep, we gotta hunt down Mister Scrap Metal and probably kidnap him~ You in?"

She'd ask before walking forward toward the many ruins where they'd likely meet one of those Ultron hostiles as well as remaining inhabitants of the area. No matter the outcome, Eto was completely deluded in her thoughts, using a rather silly and child-like gait to get around as she'd write down various ideas she'd get from the environment on her little notebook. It was hard to believe she was one of the Outliner's finest with such a bizarre and somewhat nonchalant behavior.

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Bambietta Basterbine

Kansas City - Skyscraper Roof, Arcadia-2

@Absolis

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The Train Terminal the Ethereal had managed to rob the ruined Imperium from had finally allowed Conablum Labs and the alien army to produce a prototype to mimic its effects. A lot of it was thanks to Kolon's ability to be, well, a genius in the field. It took a rather simple form, a large, circular portal with various stabilizers to control the strong amount of energy it produced. There would be a set of stairs before it, similar to Stargate, and Bambietta would be standing at the top, awaiting her partners for the mission. She wore her usual holy soldier-like attire with her officer's hat and cape.

Kolon and Biollante would be her teammates this time around, quite the contrast of personalities really. A sadistic Pyromaniac, a cat version of the carebears and a chronically depressed silent Kaiju. At least they all had their roles, Bambietta being the main muscle, Biollante being the scout who could spread her spores everywhere and Kolon for being friendly to people ... Yeah he's their only hope for recruiting normal personalities really. Luckily the Kolon they brought managed to clone a few, avoiding any risks of losing it entirely.

"C'mon get a move on guys. I fucking swear I'm going to explode me some troops, out of this universe, if you don't activate your behinds."

She'd claim ever so dominantly before the two would finally arrive and they would step into the massive portal that remained active. Bambietta wasn't too sure on how they could return, but the thinking was to be done by Kolon anyway, as instructed by the Ethereal. She didn't feel offended by it, as she was a little to uncaring toward this technical stuff to even mind it. Once through, they would all be blinded by a powerful, bright light before they'd feel a cool breeze of fresh air blow through them, Bambi's cape taking quite a liking to it.

They were on top of a massive skyscraper, one of the bigger ones of the futuristic city in the middle of the day, hence why it was a little cooler. The Quincy would get closer to the edge in order to even get a visual of what this was. She was a bit impressed, never had she seen such a sci-fi like world before, well that wouldn't be entirely accurate, never has she been in this kind of world without having to blow it to kingdom come beforehand.

"Alright you two. I guess we'll have to use this tracker the alien gave us to detect Arcadian activity. Guess it works here too despite it being ... Arcadia. But ehhhhh, it's all shaky, fuck."

Indeed, they were capable of finding individual who were exposed to Arcadia-1's atmosphere as well as their exposure to this very specific type of Terminal, but the issue was that not only were electromagnetic fields strong here, but the people they were searching for were here for more than a day, making it harder to find them. Nonetheless they had other methods, plus the approximate results would at least give a precise direction to look for. They couldn't be that far anyway.

"Yeeeaaaah. Bio-darling, mind keeping an eye out for any assholes were supposed to look for? It kind of sucks here. And YOU! Don't get close to the edge!"

She asked Biollante while warning the Kolon. They had to wait for the Arcadia-2 refugees to actually make a move before they'd have a chance to find anything. For now, Bambi could only admire the view. It got kind of boring after a while.

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Much passed in the day since the little creature visited Shockwave's laboratory. He had finished his modifications to the power source the Insecticons brought to him, allowing it to withstand demands much higher than it could otherwise put out. His tinkering proved that it was adequate to power a standard Ground Bridge, but he had yet to test it further. He would not risk damaging the power generator unless he had a replacement on standby. Unfortunately, this would mean he would have to create one from scratch. For that purpose, he sent his two subordinates to locate industrial waste disposal facility to pilfer supplies from.

Meanwhile, he was continuing to tinker with the controls of the portal. While he wanted to tackle trans-mensional travel immediately, he first needed to get the Space Bridge back to a fully operational status. Until the Insecticons returned, he would be forced to work on other projects. It was quite a bothersome inconvenience, but wasting time complaining about it would be illogical.

It was quite some time later that his subordinates returned. By then he had finished calibrating the controls of the Ground Bridge, and had completed some minor improvements to the phase converter. While they had not returned with much, they did bring back a damaged power supply. That particular item was most appreciated, as it took less time to repair a damaged part than it did to rebuild one from scratch.

Working for the remainder of the night, he finally had his backup power source. While it wasn't as powerful as the one currently installed on his portal (probably an older model) it would work as an adequate substitute. He could now focus on getting his Ground Bridge to a Space Bridge status.

Turning to the control panel, he activated the machine. A rumbling sound could be heard as the motors powered the device. Pressing more switches, a greenish sphere began to form in the center of the device. It quickly grew to form a circle, with wisps of energy arcing out at random intervals. Moments later a series of blue circles appeared within the portal, creating what looked like the edging for a tunnel. The portal was short range, incapable of transporting things beyond the distance of the planet's surface. Increasing the power would allow it to transport things beyond the local atmosphere, which would then categorize it as a Space bridge.

As he increased the power level, the portal changed from greenish white to a more bluish hue. The Space bridge worked ... at least for now. He would have to see how long it could maintain the portal. With no warnings appearing on the control panel, it appeared to have worked. With a functioning Space bridge, he could now focus his energy on improving it to allow trans-dimensional travel.


[System]
Legacy: Neutron

WW II Predecessor: Nathaniel Tyron
Alias: Fission

Relationship to Predecessor: Great-Grandson

Age: 18

Powers/Skills/Equipment:
Lacking a physical form, Fission is a sentient cloud of nuclear energy, furiously unstable and with the tendency to explode, he is contained in a hazmat suit of his own creation, allowing him to release controlled amounts of his own unstable form to serve as weapons or to give him flight. Even without emitting radiation, Fission strikes with the power of a nuclear blast.

Even if his suit is destroyed, Fission is still dangerous, if not moreso, as immediately after he is freed, the contained nuclear energy is released in a massive nuclear blast that doesn't even harm the man himself. Able to inhabit any hazmat suit he desires, Fission can easily reconstruct his own suit should it be destroyed.

Weaknesses:
Fission is not very intelligent, and is very, very, insane. His powers are also quite incontinent, though he is able to control them to an extent. Fission is containable, and if he is contained long enough, he will fade and stop existing.

Predecessor's History:
Born in Brookford, Virginia, Nathaniel Tyron showed patriotism from a young age, joining the US army voluntarily soon after he graduated college with a chemistry doctorate, his interest in the field serving more as a hobby than anything else.

Nathaniel ended up serving in invasions of Pacific islands, where he witnessed horrible death and destruction, even feeling sorry for his Japanese opponents, despite this, he pushed onward, fighting ever harder.

Eventually, during one such battle, he suffered multiple shots from a Japanese machine gun, wounded horribly, he was sent to Hawaii where his condition stabilized and actually improved slightly, the American military, searching for candidates to serve as empowered heroes, decided that Nathaniel was the most suitable candidate for a special project they had been planning, due to his stable condition and extreme patriotism.

Going through a multitude of treatments and surgeries, Nathaniel was grafted with a miniature prototype nuclear reactor inserted into his chest, one of the first products of the Manhattan Project's secret super-human branch. With the nuclear power sent around his body using crude piping inserted into his limbs, Nathaniel became able to fire nuclear energy from his arms, legs, and face, as well as having the ability to serve as a nuclear bomb should it ever become necessity.

Unstable and always one step away from death, Nathaniel embraced his new form, serving in the invasion of Okinawa to great renown with the new name of Neutron.

However, once the war ended, Nathaniel's nuclear reactor suffered a catastrophic failure and began leaking radiation into his body, it was discovered that the integrity of the reactor was failing, and meltdown was near imminent. With only weeks left, the former Neutron boarded a submarine, giving one last goodbye to his wife and infant son, he boarded the craft and left in a small vessel, drifting away into the Pacific Ocean. Radio contact was lost an hour after he left the submarine, and the crew reported hearing an enormous bang, followed by immense waves, until contact was lost with them too, expected due to the EMP produced, operators in Washington waited for hours for the radio to turn back on, only for silence.

Nathaniel's last recorded words were a somber "God bless the USA."

BRIEF Bio:

Born in Virginia, Paul Tyron was named after the christian Saint Paul, with elder brothers Nathaniel the Third and Peter, and one younger brother by the name of John.

Paul was always told of his Great-Grandfather's virtue and heroism, and Paul grew to be a patriot in his own right, unfortunately, he had been born into the rule of the Fourth Reich, growing up under a rule which he hated and which deliberately attacked American culture at every turn.

Paul grew up a troubled child, with insane episodes and seizures leaving him a sickly and crazed wreck who was trapped in a body slowly dying of cancer. Paul dropped out of high school and decided to spend the last years of his life fighting the German regime, he had nothing to lose, for he was set to die anyway.

Robbing from a multitude of government subsidies and assaulting high ranking officials, Paul was burgling from a nuclear power plant, stealing from right next to the facility's core, when it suffered a catastrophic meltdown and detonated in a massive fireball.

Thought vaporized by the explosion, Paul emerged a small, sentient, fallout cloud. Having been at the very epicenter of the explosion, Paul was confused as to how he was alive, eventually realizing the truth, and going completely mad.

Discovering that the meltdown had been deliberately caused by the Fourth Reich in an attempt to clear up loose ends, Fission entered a hazmat suit and sought out those responsible, killing them all and developing his own suit in the style of Master Man. Fission, now secure in his own power, set off on a quest to free America, and kill all those who walked in front of him.

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(With assistance from @The Kid Lantern)

The opening attack hit its mark, and the speedster was temporarily stunned. Emphasis on "temporarily", for the speedster was back on his feet in mere moments. He then literally ran circles around them, until the force of his running began to suck away the air, leaving only a temporary vacuum within the vortex the Speedster created.

The robot was, of course, completely uneffected. The metahuman he was attempting to rescue, on the other hand, was not so fortunate. Atom's CPU calculated a dangerously short time before the metahuman would die of asphyxiation. Even before the air began to leave the area, Atom's internal computer was already calculating a precise attack that could stop the speedster in his tracks. All it required was a moment to charge up the Atomic Cannon. That, however, would not guarantee the survival of the fire-type metahuman, as there was no guarantee that the Atomic Cannon could charge fully before he suffocated to death.

Adhering to the First Law, Atom reached a robotic hand over to his current comrade and firmly but gently grabbed their shoulder, "Thrusters: full throttle." and with that command, his own jet boosters rocketed the pair straight upward. The vacuum the Speedster created worked like a tornado, appearing like a funnel of wind with a single clear opening straight up, which was where the two flew to.

The Speedster's vortex pulled Atom down like an intensified gravitational pull, but Atom didn't need to fully escape, just get far enough that his metahuman compatriot could breath once more and escape on their own. The robot himself was at no risk, having no lungs that required oxygen was one of the "perks" of being a machine in this situation.

"Thanks for the assist. Is that somebody else floating toward the super Nazi?" asked the Torch still being held in the air by the machine man.

Moments later the armored nuclear man struck at the speedster with power and precision. What happened next was the metahuman equivalent of a chicken running around with it's head cut off. The body zigged and zagged and finally ran into a building and fell to the ground.

Atom's scanners detected the death of the speedster, "Target: terminated." he reported, though not really to the Torch. In fact it wasn't that hard to tell that the robot was in contact with someone else during the whole affair.

[Assistant]
Thunderclap started to move from the shadows when he heard Torch speaking in clean American English to the robot. It pretty well illuminated who was who in this conflict, now it was time to help out. However, before Miles had half a chance to react the robot grabbed the torch by the shoulder and took off. They were just as quickly replaced by someone else, who dealt a death blow to the Nazi speedster. His body ricocheted around a few times before fu ally running out of momentum in front of Thunderclap.

"You're an American, I take it?" Miles asked through his mask. If it came to questioning if he was, it would be simple enough to prove, he would simply take off his helmet and expose his dark brown skin. Being anything but perfect Aryan pretty much proved you weren't a Nazi. Challenged or not, he would introduce himself, "I go by Thunderclap, pleasure to meet you."

[User]
The magical energies that twisted around Robert's body slowly dissipated as his form returned to Earth, sparks of energy fading back into the Veil. The first thing he noticed was the thick smell of smoke, his nostrils flaring as the harsh odour tore at the back of his throat. He found himself atop an apartment building, facing a red brick wall with a metal door bent off the hinges to his side. Turning around filled Draig's heart with sorrow. Burnt out buildings, smoldering rubble and corpses lay out as far as he could see. The thick plumes of smoke rose into the air, darkening the midday sky.

"What is this?..." he spoke to himself. "Why would anyone do this?"

There was a thunderous roar overhead as two fighter bombers flew by towards the outskirts of the city. A trail of bright explosions were left in their wake as they bombarded the ground below, decimating several office buildings. Nothing much was left beyond burning rubble, anyone who was inside was surely dead.

"This has to stop!"

As he shouted, the sounds of nearby screams and gun fire caught his attention. Robert clenched his fists tights as he set off at a quick pace. He pounced from the edge of the building sending himself hurtling towards the ground below. Often Robert would make the most of his abilities, throwing in some flair with mid air somersaults and such. This time though, he just wanted to get to the fighting as quickly as possible. Too many people had already died

As he hit the solid concrete below, it cracked outwards from where his foot drove into it. Robert did not break stride however, pushing forward, he propelled himself with his supernatural strength. The wind licked at his face as he moved, his hair trailing behind him wildly. As he rounded a corner his momentum took him through the burnt out remains of an overturned school bus. Luckily there were no skeletal remains within the smouldering husk, meaning all the children had made it to safety.

The sound of fighting was now very close, smoke trails from missiles shot from the next junction followed by the flailing bodies of American soldiers getting launched through the air. The sounds of screams soon outnumbered the gunfire before there was nothing left but the sound of roaring flames. Robert stopped still as he reached the junction, stunned by the horrifying destruction before him. It was then he spotted the cause of the devastation, a creature floating menacingly above several bodies of US soldiers. The expressions etched on the faces of the deceased showed the torture and pain they had felt before their demise. The creatures back was to Robert, but in a ghostly voice in spoke to him.

"Guten Nachmittag! I see the United States have decided to send someone...more...than a mere soldier..." The ethereal voice spoke straight into the mind of Draig, echoing with each word spoken. "Alas mein Waliser freund, you have only come here to die..."

Behind Robert there was the sound of creaking metal, before he turned his body, slamming his fist straight through a car that shot through the air towards him.

"Interesting...you have some talent..." The creature turned to face him, reaveling it daemonic visage. "In Deutschland they call me Die Folter...to you that is The Torture..."

"I couldn't care less who you are. All I know is that you'll be dead soon."

The mouth of Folter moved for the first time, transforming its expressionless mouth into a horrifying grin.

"Ah poor, misguided Yankee slave...my powers of Telekinesis are unmatched. I can move buildings with a simple thought, I can flay minds faster than..."

Before the thought could be finished, Draig had closed the distance and drove his fist straight into the crowned head of Folter. Ivory white teeth shattered into dust and blood sprayed the ground as it's jaw disintegrated from the power of the blow. There was a terrifying howl as the German operative flew backwards into the wall behind. As Folter's back smashed into the concrete wall, its bones audibly cracked, before it's body fell limp to the floor. Robert walked over, side stepping around the remains of the dead US soldiers.

"How...can...this..."

Draig stood above the crumpled mass of shattered bone and flesh as it shuddered through pain and fear. He could feel the creature attempting to attack his mind with psychic force but his ties to the Veil made it easy for him to block it out. Robert reached behind his back and drew one of his daggers, the mirror like blade reflecting the dancing flames of a nearby car. He took a knee and stared at the bloodied hole where Folters jaw once was.

"You and your kind will rue the day you stepped foot outside of your rotten country."

Robert grabbed the bone like crown atop Folters head and with one rage filled strike, drove the dagger into the roof of it's mouth. One last ear shredding cry filled the air before all the life left Folter's body. When he removed the blade a thick purple smoke began to form around Folter's body. It ran from head to toe, covering every inch before finally evaporating. The daemon looking visage of Folter had gone, leaving a jawless corpse dressed in a black German uniform. The hole left from the dagger poured blood down the front of the Germans uniform, before pooling underneath the mishapen body.

[Assistant]
Staring at his hand a moment, glancing at what remained of the speedster's head, which was splattered across the ground and upon his boots, Paul spat. He hadn't expected his fist to just travel through the man's head like it was a water balloon, and the man's speed was so incredible he himself doubted that he would hit in the first place.

Turning to the speedster's headless body, Fission lifted an arm and detonated the body with a single blast in a final act of disrespect to the Nazi son of a bitch. After a moment staring, Paul stomped the ground and roared out a string of profanities, most of which focusing on the man's mother, Hitler, the man's relation to Hitler, and Hitler's mother.

"...And it'd better be a big net!" He finished with another stomp, a pillar of energy shooting out the back of his helmet as he let out the last word, the energy subsiding once the new black-clad hero spoke. Turning with a frown, Paul snorted in a mocking fashion at the man's costume, it seemed a little too... German to him, but the man certainly didn't sound German. He turned to the others.

"You two alright? And I'd better not hear 'danke' or 'jawohl'!" He yelled out, turning his head to the other one last time, though scowling, he managed to hold out a hand to gesture as he spoke.

"I'm American, yes, what's with the code-name? Something you're hiding there? Whatever, if you are German, there's nothing you can do to me, I'm Paul, but they call me Fission," he stated, without a clarification as to who "they" were, before turning away and clasping his hands in front of his thighs.

"Oh, and you might want to back up a bit, I'm kinda new at this whole 'being made of nuclear explosions' thing." He said, smiling.


[System]
Photo:

But with brown hair and blue eyes.
Age*: 15
Gender*: Male
Abilities*: Slick can manipulate fire and it trying to learn the art of arcana (Arcane magic). Because of human body limits he can only master fire magic. Because of his DNA he can harden any bit of skin, into dragon scales. Also has weird eyes.
How can you work in a team: An offensive attacker/tank.
Personality*: Intelligent for his age, Slick will over analyse things and is very hot headed. He will never back down from a fight if his friends are threatened or his morals are questioned. When asked to do something by a friend or someone he respects, he'll do it without question and efficiently, he'll do this unless it morally questionable.
History:(To be told at a later date)
Other: He carries a sword sheathe on his back, however it only contains the hilt. He will also only wear something if it's blue, except for white trainers and his gauntlet he will get.

[User] Ryan chuckled lightly. He could feel himself not being. What an interesting feeling. He looked at the moon and laughed a bit harder. "This feeling is amazing. I feel so detached." He said to himself. He knew no one could hear him, as he could hear no one. He had gained a deeper understanding of himself in this moment. "I can feel my soul expanding. I can feel The World." He understood so much. It was truly Zen like. The only sadness he felt was that it would not last forever. It was only in this Zen like state that Ryan could activate The World. He looked into the laws of the Universe and shivered. " This is the potential of my Grimoire? I feel so powerful." He knew he couldn't do anything with this power because of Meruin's stronger Grimoire, but it was a nice motivator to see his potential.

[Assistant]
Deus: Outside Pandora's Box

Deus was no longer himself. His eyes had turned white, as white as the full moon. His hair had also changed to white. The Chains and the Force-Field was dispelled. There was now only agony in Deus' eyes. The World had changed, and Deus could sense it. But he would not give up, he had to survive what he was about to do in order to kill her and get his revenge. He looked at Meruin then at everyone else. He was going to do something he learned recently, but that was Dangerous because the Limits...well there were none. If Reality and Illusion were all just concepts of Perspective, then what was the point of getting revenge. He had to get his revenge, he was an Avenger after all. Deus looked at Meruin. ]"Ha- hahahaha. Take her under your wing? Protect Her? Train Her? I never knew the people at this school would prorect a Mass Murder. Reality and Illusion Huh? The Concept of Perception, Just like her power. The Balance between Reality and Fantasy.. That Accursed power, that which has been hunting me for years....If you think you can protect her, train her, then you're Dead Wrong...Is what I would like to say if you had pulled out this "trick", Everything has a Cause and an Effect Meruin just remember that when you attempt to take her under your wing. That will come to bite you in the arse some years later." Deus looked at the now unstable Pandora's Box. Pandora's Box, was able to transcend Space-Time thanks to Deus for using his Ability Creation technique, but was currently useless against Meruin's spell. The Dark Aura had faded out of Deus, he could no longer go into that mode, Of course, all thanks to Merlin. Deus sat down in a meditating stance. He was attempting to communicate with Lucificus and Merlin. During this time, it appeared as if Deus had fallen asleep. But there were two kinds of Aura that began to emanate from his body. One was a Light Warm Aura and the other a Dark Cold one.

Cornelia: Inside Pandora's

Cornelia could sense the commotion outside. She had to get out of there. What Cornelia did before she got trapped in Pandora's Box was that she had put herself in an Illusion meaning that if she broke out of her Illusion then she could break Pandora's Box. Man, was she wrong. As she walked inside the house she realized why there was no one in the House. Because today was the ceremony that Changed all of Fate and History with her Brother. The day that Muramasa picked her to be the wielder of it. This changed, no, more like Erased her Humanity and Sanity

[User]
Meruin was probably going to get a migraine from dealing with these two - it hadn't happened yet, but she was sure it was going to happen.

Deus seemed to be mistaken about the reasoning behind her ability, but that was fine; a true magi never reveals her mysteries, after all. It was the secret behind the spell that gave it power, and the less of a secret it was, the less powerful it would be.

"I care not for what she's done before, Deus; the fact of the matter is that she is here now, and she will abide by the rules set in place for all of us. I don't want to make a habit of repeating myself, but I will do so for you to understand: This. Is. A. School. It is not your personal ring where you can kill as you wish. The same goes for Cornelia, however you were much closer in your efforts."

The short mage shook her head. She was really talking a lot today. Perhaps next time she would marshal a team fight rather than participate.

"I know my own limits, Deus. Talking about cause and effect is circular logic when it comes to magic - but that is a discussion for another time."

Meruin peered at Cornelia behind her. It seemed she'd yet to break out of the illusion placed upon her. No matter - nothing mattered as long as Hazy Moon existed.

[Assistant]
Deus

Deus eyes changed, one was Purple and the other one was Blue. This is the phenomenon that happens when many Spiritual Energies gather together in one body. Deus stood up, but this wasn't Deus, but the ancient demon Lucificus and Merlin. Deus  looked at Meruin and his surroundings. "Well, Look Lucificus, someone that might be as strong as me in the magic sense. Hello Meruin Hazy, As Deus may have told you I am Merlin his father. The other being in this bodt is an Ancient Demon Lord named Lucificus."
"Yo." Lucificus said.
Neo-Deus began to feel the ground. They chuckled a bit. "Reality and Illusion. These two things are just figments of our Imagination, that is what our Brain tells us. If we were in an Illusion we would have no way of knowing it, Our Brain doesn't have the capability to perceive Illusions therefore they Perceive it as a reality. At the end of the day it Is Knowledge. The Knowledge to know whether we are in an Illusion or in Reality. Oh, I'm sorry I've seemed to have gotten carried away. Anyways, Meruin Hazy. I have a favor to ask of you. I'm going to unlock this child's memories. During this time he will not be able to differentiate between what is real and what is not (in his memories) During this time he will attempt to attack Cornelia. I would like it if you didn't do anything. This will decide his Future in a way."

Cornelia: Inside Pandora's Box

Cornelia looked in front of her as her past self grabbed the sword. Mixed emotions were goimg through the head of Cornelia, asking herself if that was the right decision. This would lead her to kill her whole family and make her brother go after her for Revenge. She was crying, but she didn't know why.

[User] Ryan continued to look at the moon when he sighed. He got up and walked towards the forest. "I've no idea whether anyone can hear me or not, but I'm going to the river. Later." He entered the forest and looked at the stream as it flowed. He sat down and began meditating.

[Assistant]
Time: 7:00 AM
Day: Tuesday
1st day of the second term.

[User] Ryan walked out of his room and looked at the hallways. He headed to the cafeteria to get some food and brush up on his reading. He was beginning to read intermediate level books on elemental combinations and it was fascinating how their molecular structures interacted.

[Assistant] Slick performed his morning routine, and headed down to the cafeteria for some bacon.

[User]
Deus: Dorms

Deus threw some papers aside. These Papers had mysterious symbols that were glowing on them. "No, No, No! The process is all wrong! How could I master this art, Father mastered every single type of magic, yet I can only master Alchemy, the most basic forms of magic." Deus said in frustration as he stood up from his chair. His hair was in tatters. He was wearing glasses and he hasn't been able to go to sleep, plus he has a silver streak in his hair because of how long he spent studying magic.

Deus opened the door to the dorm and began to make his way to the cafeteria for breakfast, with Kusanagi at his side. He was wearing a white lab coat. He sighed. He needed some sleep but he thought that a good breakfast would wake him up. As he walked along the halls he looked outside the window to look at the morning sky, he then sighed.

Deus arrived at the cafeteria. Seeing that Slick was already there he walked towards the counter and grabbed two plates of scrambled eggs, a bowl of oatmeal, orange juice, and two apples. He then proceeded to sit down next to Slick. "Thought I'd give you some company. So how are you feeling Slick?"

[Assistant] "Not amazing if I'm honest Deus. Ever since the large team fight at the start of last term, my powers don't feel natural anymore, like they don't belong to me." Slick said staring at his hands.

[User]
"Damm, Well If you need help with that, I can help. That has happened to me a few times. Most of the time it is because of an Internal Struggle, like if you're playing tug of war with yourself. It can also be that your full potential hasn't been unlocked yet." Deus said as he scratched his cheek. That certainly was strange. Deus then looked at Slick and activated his Aura Manipulation abilities. He attempted to read his Aura but here was the problem, there was nothing.

Deus looked at Slick quizzically. Something was definetly wrong. Deus wasn't able to read his Aura, more like it was transparent, a different "color". "Hey, uh, Slick, after the Team Battles or During them, did you feel anything weird inside your body, like something that directly affected your powers?"

[Assistant] Slick picked his head up and looked at Deus. "Yes. My ability to see the colour of people's souls, just exploded inside of me, then imploded. My powers completely vanished for about a minute, then they returned."

[User]
Marcus sat in the desk of his office. His blondish brown hair tied up into a pony tail. He was finishing up his daily duties as the schools comsuler before he headed off to lunch. Marcus appearance hasn't changed much, he still looks the same but now has a blondish brown goatee. He stands up yawning and scratching his chest. Yes, he was shirtless doing school work. This was mainly one of the reasons why he tells the students and staff to knock before entering his room.

He walks to a coat rack and takes a white shirt off a hanger and dresses himself. His clothes weren't as beat up as they used to be doing the first semester. Back then he got into a lot of pointless fights. He hasn't gotten into a fight in awhile though. It wasn't because of his repetitive losing streak. It was because he needed time to fully control his negative chi manipulation. He did master it around the ending of the first semester and would accept what ever challenge came his way to see how his practice paid off.

Marcus exited his room locking the door behind him. The passing by students smiled as the passed him or waved in his direction. Marcus actually liked being the consulor. He got to meet countless numbers of people with strange and interesting personalities. He also liked how sometimes he would deal with relationship problems between the students. Marcus was deep in his thoughts as he walked towards the entrance of the lunch room. He entered and walked directly towards the line fixing himself a healthy meal of chicken salad and orange juice. He sat down at a random table and ate his food quietly.

[Assistant] Deus scratched his head. He then looked at his palm, it had a transmutation symbol on it. He was thinking on a possibility, but it was farfetched and he didn't like it. "It must have probably been from the fight, it was pretty huge. Can I check something quickly, just to see what's wrong with your powers?" Deus stood up, as his hand began to radiate a silver aura. He cracked his neck to the side.

[User] Ryan looked up from his book and frowned. "I do hope you aren't planning on doing anything dangerous. If you were, it would fall under my jurisdiction as a Council Member to stop that." He called out to them. He really didn't feel like demolishing anyone today. He would though if he had to.

[Assistant] Slick turned to Ryan. "Please don't use threats. He's trying to help someone out, I understand it's your job, but believe me, you'd do the same."


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Appearance:
She's rarely ever seen without her Newsboy's Cap, and will pretty much wear it anywhere, and with anything.
Personality:
Maisy is in one word: Nosy. She's always trying to butt into conversations she finds interesting, and whenever someone's talking to her, its rare that she ISN'T writing something down, almost transcribing the conversation. She also loves to hear about people's thoughts on matters, their goals, and even what color their underwear is, if she cares enough about them. Her sense of humor is also absolutely terrible, letting her almost pass out from laughing if someone tells an atrocious pun.

History:
Not much is to be said about Maisy's life, aside from that her dad was the world's equivalent of a Superfan for pro duelists. Growing up with posters and merchandise of some of the best duelists around, she was in no short supply of role models, and in no short supply of entertainment, watching old re-runs of turbo duels with her father, and even sometimes playing "Pretend Action Duels" with him.

Her father, who once told the story about how he saw the King of Games duel in person when he was a kid, would often times stay up late with her, and sometimes duel with a blanket over them, and a flashlight under the covers. Such a pro-dueling environment naturally lead to Maisy wanting to be like the people she looked up to, and to try and reach for the pro circuit. With the help of her father, she finally got into the Tower program, and can't help but be excited on being able to meet TONS of good duelists, and maybe even a few pros. Wherever they may be, no Pro-Duelist is safe from her asking them for an autograph.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme: Fabled/Naturia, Stalling

Chosen courses: Action Dueling/Synchro

Current Dorm: Wind

Chosen Structure Deck: Fables & Fiends

Chosen Pack: Hidden Arsenal 4: Trishula's Triumph

43 TOTAL
Monsters
Grapha, Dragon Lord of Dark World x1
Snoww, Unlight of Dark World x1
Ceruli, Guru of Dark World x1
Zure, Knight of Dark World x1
Renge, Gatekeeper of Dark World x1
Scarr, Scout of Dark World x1
Kahkki, Guerilla of Dark World x1
Gren, Tactician of Dark World x1
Broww, Huntsman of Dark World x1
Beiige, Vanguard of Dark World x1
Brron, Mad King of Dark World x1
Sillva, Warlord of Dark World x1
Goldd, Wu-Lord of Dark World x2
Reign-Beaux, Overlord of Dark World x1
Belial - Marquis of Darkness x1
Tragoedia x1
Newdoria x1
Goblin King x1
Grave Squirmer x1
Card Guard x1
Battle Fader x1
Infernity Knight x1
Blade Knight x1

Spells
The Gates of Dark World x2
Dark World Lightning x1
Gateway to Dark World x2
Dark World Dealings x1
Allure of Darkness x1
Card Destruction x1
Terraforming x1
Dark Eruption x1

Traps
Dark Scheme x1
The Forces of Darkness x1
Deck Devestation Virus x1
Eradicator Epidemic Virus x1
Mind Crush x1
Dark Deal x1
The Transmigration Prophecy x1
Escape from the Dark Dimension x1
Dark Bribe x1

Extra: 4

Fabled Ragin x1
The Fabled Unicore x1
The Fabled Kudabbi x2

Monsters
Grapha, Dragon Lord of Dark World x1
Snoww, Unlight of Dark World x1
Ceruli, Guru of Dark World x1
Zure, Knight of Dark World x1
Renge, Gatekeeper of Dark World x1
Scarr, Scout of Dark World x1
Kahkki, Guerilla of Dark World x1
Gren, Tactician of Dark World x1
Broww, Huntsman of Dark World x1
Beiige, Vanguard of Dark World x1
Brron, Mad King of Dark World x1
Sillva, Warlord of Dark World x1
Goldd, Wu-Lord of Dark World x2
Reign-Beaux, Overlord of Dark World x1
Belial - Marquis of Darkness x1
Tragoedia x1
Sangan x1
Newdoria x1
Goblin King x1
Grave Squirmer x1
Card Guard x1
Battle Fader x1
Defender of the Ice Barrier x2
Neo Flamvell Hedgehog x1
The Fabled Pegulsus x1
Genex Ally Remote x1
Genex Ally Solid x1
Dragunity Primus Pilus
Warlock of the Ice Barrier x1
Naturia Strawberry x1
Fabled Soulkius x1
The Fabled Kokkator x2
Blade Knight x1
Fabled Urostos x1
The Fabled Ganashia x1
Infernity Knight x1
The Fabled Nozoochee x2
The Fabled Cerburrel x2
Valerifawn, Mythical Beast of the Forest x1
The Fabled Catsith x2
The Fabled Chawa x2
Shining Angel x2
Effect Veiler x1

Spells

Downward Current x1
De-Synchro x2
Obedience Schooled x1
Monster Reincarnation x1
Mystical Space Typhoon x1
Pride of the Weak x1
Constellar Belt x1
Forbidden Lance x1
The Gates of Dark World x2
Dark World Lightning x1
Gateway to Dark World x2
Dark World Dealings x1
Allure of Darkness x1
Card Destruction x1
Terraforming x1
Dark Eruption x1

Traps

Lumenize x1
Horn of the Phantom Beast x2
Side Effects? x1
Beast Soul Swap x1
Deal of Phantom x1
Sound the Retreat! x1
Enchanted Javelin x1
Draining Shield x1
Negate Attack x1
Torrential Tribute x1
Dark Scheme x1
The Forces of Darkness x1
Deck Devestation Virus x1
Eradicator Epidemic Virus x1
Mind Crush x1
Dark Deal x1
The Transmigration Prophecy x1
Escape from the Dark Dimension x1
Dark Bribe x1
Extra: 4

Fabled Ragin x1
The Fabled Unicore x1
The Fabled Kudabbi x2
Points: 13
(Summary)
Took a pack at the start: +0
Lost to Akemi: +15
Lost to Hayate: +15
Lost to Vincent: +15
Lost to Ethel and Ignia in a tag Duel: +15
Card Expenses: -47
Color: BC8F8F

[User] Megan gave Nate a devious grin in response to his warning, yeah whatever. Her eyes shifted to Brook briefly as she talked, then rolled away. Airhead. Megan turned to Maisy excitedly, "So you wanna go sneak around? Where do you want to go first? Both the Light and Dark dorms seem like a good place to start. Hm..." She scanned those left in attendance and stopped on Leander, "Hey!" She exclaimed, pointing at him. "You could totally help us sneak around the light dorms so it seems more normal. Though if you don't want to you don't have to, we could do something else I guess. But you'll totally help, right?" Megan asked, with a confident smile. She was kinda pumped for this, it was good to have something to focus on after loosing the contest. Besides, she was defiantly curious to find out more about all this weird stuff. If they got caught they could just duel their way out at worst, it wasn't like they'd get in major trouble for snooping. Heck the teachers probably wouldn't care anyway.

[Assistant]
Joshua Tamashii and Amelia Averyonna

The meeting seemed to be mostly over. While Joshua had been called out on being a jerk to Andre, he just shrugged and dismissed it. He didn't regret what he did, and he was sure Andre regretted nothing either. The guy had too much pride and when he fell from grace, it was be glorious. And Joshua would certainly not lend a hand in helping the guy back up if he was going to keep that attitude. Then again, Joshua was sure several people felt the same way about him on some accounts.

Glancing around, Joshua quickly spotted a familiar face that wasn't occupied and moved over to Michelle, lightly tapping her shoulder from behind.
"Hey there, it's been a while. Not since the tag duels if I recall." He said, a small smile on his face. "How you been? Holding up okay with all the weirdness going on?"

Amelia had remained silent the entire meeting. She found the concept interesting but she highly doubted that she would be of use to anyone. She still largely lacked confidence in her dueling skills and with her heart... if things got too out of hand, she was certain she would be a burden. She knew she was one of the Earth dorm members here, but she was certain she was weaker then all the other members in her dorm. Silently, she got up from her seat and made to leave the room. She had no idea where she would go, but if would be somewhere.

[User] "Well look at we have right here. A group of degenerate scum bags picking on one student all by themselves? I'm not some hero but I don't like bullies." Andre said stepping into the spotlight with a frightening frown plastered on his face. He cracked his neck and fingers moving his arms around and preparing for a good fight should these idiots try to get into one with him. "I just got back from meeting with a bunch of losers who thought they were going to take you on and so it happens that I ran into you first. I really wanted to just ignore you sick idiots but if you're going to be doing stuff like this...well I'm not afraid of sending you face first into the pavement. So how about it? You losers got what it takes too take on an actual duelist? Or are you just all talk? Or maybe you'd prefer a fist fight. I'm not afraid of the odds." Andre growled as he prepared himself for whatever came next. He didn't care for any incoming insults or mockery coming his way but he had no intention on letting these punks pick on the weak like this so brazenly.

[Assistant]
Maisy puffed her chest out proudly as Haas started to speak, only to sharply exhale as Haas said that her talent was ONLY in underwear. It kinda sounded like someone just punched her in the gut. She was also great at finding out what socks people wore! Letting Haas finish his speech, Maisy had her arms crossed. Maybe if she showed them that newspaper article from middle school they'd believe in her stalking prowess...no wait, that'd make them think she was just a by-the-book reporter. Maisy was frustrated that nobody TRULY understood the amazing thrill of stalking someone for a scoop, sticking to them like glue, and acting like an overly dedicated gumshoe. Lifting her index finger as she meant to spoke, she was cut off at the start by Megan. Oh, that was nice. Someone was actually going along with her idea. Smiling once more in spite of the interruptions, Maisy put her hands on her hips. "Alright! Maisy McKellen and Megan Clarinet are on the case!" she finally said, not remembering Megan's last name. But hey, she was close. Like...6/8 is a passing grade.

Hearing Megan then suggest that they get Leander in on the sneaking, Maisy's eyes lit up. "Yeah! If we have a Light Dorm pal showing us around and we keep a low profile, we can ask anybody we want! We'll just say that we were going to Leander's room to hang out. But...how many Dark Dorm kids are really gonna pick fights with Light Dorm students?" she said all in a long, drawn out breath. Catching said breath once again, Maisy flicked a pen out of her pocket and pushed the pin in on her cheek, her tongue pushed out of her mouth a bit and off to her side as she started writing something on her notebook.

Step 1: Find Dark Dorm info
Step 2: Don't get caught
Step 3: Find Leander's underwear drawer Find a way to sneak around and get info from dark dorm students directly.

That seemed like a good list for now. Clicking her pen shut, Maisy stuffed it back into her pocket. This'd be fun!


[System]
art by Zara Alfonso
ABSTRACT: The Snare With No Opinion

DETAIL:
Pigeon's mother knew six months into the pregnancy that her baby would not be human. The horns that pricked her belly from the inside were telltale enough without doctors handing her pamphlets on surveillance and separation. By the time the child was born, the mother had accepted the death of her hope for a human baby; she instead did her best to raise this Snare to the specifications of the government.

Pigeon never tried to be like other children -- she saw them as completely separate species. Instead, she spent her time drawing, tending houseplants, and obediently doing the chores she was given to do. She had always been prepared for her tenth birthday, when she went with the guardians easily and without question. Even when she was told to lie in the coffin, she made sure to lie as still as possible while the lid was shut, knowing well that she would never grow old.

[User] Carnifex heard what the girl said and smiled, "Splendid, a free gift. I'll toy with her when the time comes, for now it is best to make friends." He looked around and noticed a stair case that went down a level, "Stay there, I'll be down in a second." He made his way down and stood before the girl, he then made a theatrical now and introduced himself, "My name is Carn, a simple yet dangerous man, it is a pleasure to meet you young miss."

[Assistant]
Thadeus Aldor

He watched the figures talking with a mixture of curiosity and unease, unsure if he should make his presence known or not. But the woman, Rose as she presented herself, did have a point. They had just awoken into the ruined remains of what once was The stone, many things could have happened to bring it to this point, and many things could be after them if civilization still holds, or even if not, who knows what lurks in there parts. Allies, even if temporary and discardable, would be of best his best interest. Thadeus walked away from the coffins, closer to the light that seeped in from cracks in the walls and ceiling

"You sure do talk a lot for someone that has just woken from.."

As he said this he stopped for a few seconds, glancing through a large crack in the wall next to him that he had now noticed.He could see the outside of where The rest of the stone once proudly stood, a mark of the power of law over those who dare break the rules, towers that once seemed to sprout from the very rocks that sustained them now lay collapsed on the ground, or barely standing. the drawbridge ripped from it's place, leaving only shards of metal and wood behind, he could not see much beyond the mist that surrounded The stone..  What happened..

"..However long we've been asleep for.."

Thadeus walked up to the figures and took a very slight bow, not nearly as over the top as the theatrical nonsense the two had done.

"My name's Thadeus.."

 he chuckled to himself, a slight hint of sadness present as he thought of the abyss he had been trapped in while he was asleep, the ever present reminder of his deal with The seer, as if his mark wasn't enough.

"And I've taken enough deals in my life to know that at least this one will likely tip in our favor"

[User]
The hollow stone spaces echoed with the mechanical churns, groans and hisses of steampowered machines. Rain pattered on the vaulted roof, trickled down the cracks in the walls and pooled on the rippled mossy floor. The voice sang and lilted mournfully, distant and ethereal.

Trees grew just outside the open doorway of the Stone, drenched in rain -- but wood might more conveniently be found in the oldest of the coffins, brittle and cracked and filled with the dry bones of convicts who had not been so lucky. A recess in the wall behind the hot boiler was hung with shelves full of gears and machine parts, including some that might makeshift readily as pots.

The singing suddenly stopped. The only sounds were the voices of the newly-awoken and the churning and hissing of machines.

The corridor stretched dark and long, away from the churning crypt of the Stone, deeper into the mountain. At the far end of the corridor was a bright light, like sunlight -- though it was clear by the broken ceiling of the crypt that it was raining outside.

Halfway down the corridor sat a stone statue of one of the Old Gods: a perching winged beast that had a humanlike body, the tail of a scorpion, and seven snakelike heads that swarmed and bared their stone fangs. It was illuminated in haunting silhouette against the light from the end of the corridor.

The statue faced a heavy reinforced door, padlocked.

Another noise resounded out of the bright room at the end of the corridor: a heavy crack, the low huff and grunt of a large beast, and the skiff and skid of heavy footsteps and something dragging against stone.

A huge silhouette blocked out the light at the end of the corridor, and a great ugly ogre stooped to peer through the arched doorway. It sniffed noisily and growled deep in its throat; it smelled something peculiar, but its eyes were too weak to make out what it might be. The ogre was too large to squeeze through into the corridor, so it remained within the bright room, its attention fixed on the smell of flesh and the sound of foreign voices.

While Rose's voice filled the cavernous room in verbose greeting -- and while the others began to gather around her -- Genevieve might notice a quick-moving shadow along the uppermost level of coffins. Just as quickly it disappeared into one of the pigeonhole recesses in the wall.

A little girl was suddenly standing beside Thadeus.

She had short dark hair, almond eyes and sweeping horns atop her head. She was dressed in a coarse smock, and she held a squirming white rabbit in her hands. The child stared up at Thadeus absently, blinking, as if waiting for him to tell her what to do.

[Assistant]
A low rumble and a sharp crack shattered her dark crypt, dust and gravel rushing in and out of the air around her as her lungs rasped back into life gasping out short dry coughs. Nali reached out weakly grasping at the nearest opening, something to pull herself free from her grave, the hunger slowly bubbling up once more inside her, violent and angry at having been denied and confined for so long.

She managed to stumble a few steps forward as the rumbling grew until the back wall of her small pigeonhole crumbled destroying the small box she had woken from.

The shock and wind from the collapse surged behind her clawing to get past her and out to free air, stealing her breath as it shoved her out of the alcove tossing her to the ground like a mere rag doll as it swirled and spiraled up and out in a billowing cloud.

Groaning she curled up in a small ball, cradling her left side laying motionless for a few moments before the words of others made their way up to her plateau. Curious she rolled over crawling to look down over the edge where it looked like a woman and two men had gathered, it was short work to identify them as occupants of the coffins littering the walls, well at least some of them.

Nali's eyes widened as a snare child appeared, before chiding herself at being taken unaware, it was after all how she got in this mess. Their posture and tones gave no signs of animosity or hostility, instead it gave off a vibe of comradery with faint indication of distrust.

Pursing her lips together, she sat up stretching slowly working life back into her limbs wincing as cramps and discomfort soon followed. Being stagnant in a box for years did little wonders for the body, but at least she bore no signs of aging or any other calamity. Her blue eyes rested briefly back on the small group debating on making her way down there before continuing the observation of the remaining Stone, cautious and wary. Surely something catastrophic had to have happen to render such a monument to noting but a decrepit skeleton of its former glory.

Another shake of her head drew her out of her thoughts as a wave of nausea and pain hit her drawing a sharp hiss from the redhead as she desperately clawed at her belt praying to which ever God was listening that her small stash of jewels still existed on her person. With each movement the pain grew causing the young women to double over as she finally wrapped her hand around the bags drawstring pulling it out. Shaking fingers pulled at the knot as her blue eyes slowly started to shift to yellow, a faint aura of blood lust slowly exuding from her.

A soft clinking echoed of the ground as bright lights of red, yellow, green, white, and blue glittered happily in the sun. A pile of small gems spilled out onto the ground, barely enough to sate the hunger raging but enough that she could manage to keep it tamed for a week at most.

Annaliese sighed quickly snatching up a small Topaz popping it into her mouth not even bothering to wait for it to melt before swallowing it, the relief was brief but enough to dissipate the desire for blood and change her eyes back to normal. Flopping back onto her back she lazily scooped the rest back into the bag stowing it away once more.

'Seems I owe someone an offering after all...'

The sarcastic thought rolled around in her mind before being replaced back with the original inquiry as to if she should join the small gathering down below her. Draping an arm over her eyes, she enjoyed the reprieve from the light, a thief by trade she dallied little with the day time preferring to move by night, but that was before the world became an unknown.

"Looks like we'll become fast friends, you and I."

Another sarcastic remark aimed up at the cheerful ball of yellow shinning happily up in the sky, as she sighed once more sitting back up mentally cursing the guards who didn't allow her to keep her cloak. Her pale skin wasn't us to the hot rays of the sun and had already started to gather a pink tint; a quick scramble and a few steps found her resting against a wall in the shade with a good view of those below.

"Well aren't you all a cheery bunch."

It was easy enough work to raise her voice so that it echoed off the remaining walls and make it's way down to the others, yet Nali made no move to join them.

[User]
The last thing Rigby remembered, he was being shoved into a box that smelled like old man feet.

Now his eyes were all crusty, his lungs felt like a smoker must feel, and his legs were both asleep.

"HnnnggggrrrrrrRRRYYYYAAAAAAA!!!"

He punched the lid of his box, but nothing happened. He swung his sleeping leg upward and cracked his bare foot against the lid. He couldn't feel anything -- his leg was asleep -- but he figured that wasn't a good thing.

"Get! Out! Git! Move! Hya! Kwah! Hnnngggg!"

He struggled, he flopped onto his stomach, he gave a heave with his arms, and he got the damn thing open enough that he could get his arm around outside and shove the thing over. Hot damn that took forever.

Now what?

Rigby scrambled out of the box and out of the pigeonhole, and he sat down on the high platform to rub the blood back into his legs. People's voices echoed all around him; people were standing around on the ground floor, having speeches and gawping and being confused and playing cool like they knew what was going on.

Nobody knew what was going on.

Rigby hopped to his feet and leaned over to peer down at them. He was ten years old, he wore gray prison clothes and a gray stained bandage around his head, his unruly hair was the color of cracked mud, his skin was as blue as a summer sky, his eyes glowed like yellow flames and his teeth were sharp as nails.

He hocked a loogie and spat it down below, hoping to hit someone over the head.

"Oy, what you losers doin'?" he shouted, and his voice echoed loudly over the churn of machinery. "Who's got somethin' ta eat? I'm gonna starve. I'll fight ya for it. I'll fight all o' ya. I'll eatcha." He flashed them a fangy grin, crouched on the platform like a monkey.

---

Thunder rumbled.

Bits of plaster fell from the vaulted ceiling; new dark fissures veined the murals overhead.

Machines groaned and snapped; steam hissed and whistled.

A chunk of stone broke away from the ceiling and exploded with a CRASH against the floor, spraying the escapees with plaster and stone fragments.

Rain poured in through the widening splintered gaps, and the ceiling crumbled faster. Bigger slabs of plaster and stone crashed to the mosaic floor, threatening to crush those standing beneath.

A car-sized chunk of the ceiling broke away, hurtled downward, and crashed with a deafening impact. Mosaic tiles flung into the air, the floor shifted and broke and gave way under the weight.

The chunk of ceiling fell through the crumbling floor and crashed into the churning metal below. Through the hole in the floor, far below, was an impossible and dark network of cogs and gears and chains and boilers and pipes, churning and clanking and hissing and rumbling. It was all lit up from below by a pale orange glow, like a dying sun.

The floor was breaking.

The ceiling was falling down on top of them, piece by piece.

The woman's voice began to sing again, louder and more fervently, in a language none of them had heard before: Iruditae elagri dae, ilasria lin di samnia gro.

A great hammer at the other end of the hall slammed into stone. The ogre grunted with the effort.

And above -- through the emptiness left by the broken ceiling -- darkness and violet swirled among the lightning and stormclouds. Rain pummeled down into the Stone.

Rigby pumped his fists in the air and hooted with delight.

A deep voice bellowed out of the swirling darkness in the sky -- and even Rigby went quiet in slack-jawed awe.

WHO ARE YOU?
The voice's echo rumbled in the distance for a long minute before it was finally overtaken by the hiss of the rain.

The void in the sky awaited a response.


[System]
Age: 45
Alignment: Neutral Good
Race: Human
Class: Fighter, Ex-Paladin
Appearance/Clohing:

He stands at 6'2", a tower of years of built up muscle. He wears a dark earthen blue tunic over a white linen three button pullover shirt. He wears a pair of black shorts(under his pants) and a pair of dark gray hosen(medieval style pants). He'll wear a chain mail shirt and these pauldrons

additionally he'll wear leather knee and shin armor.
He wears a small gray hood and a bear fur cloak.

Skills: He is a good brawler and can fight with anything he can get his hands on(He's used bed rolls before). Horseback riding. Swordfighting, throwing axes, and two handed weapon fighting. He's been able to use crossbows before, but despises them, as they are delicate and take a lot of work just to reload. Bushcraft and survival stuff. Smoking(if that qualifies as a skill). Some cooking.

Natural Abilities: He's strong and durable and can take a lot of beatings. He's pretty much a tank. He can drink a lot of alcohol and only get buzzed. Otherwise, he's just a normal human.

Magic Spells: N/A

Additional Information: He is in a relationship with Sana Rawn. He has a draft horse, named Rodger.

Weapons: He wields a large crude looking battle axe and a falchion. Additionally, he has one small crude throwing axe.

Possessions: A rucksack with jerky, bread, cheese, rags, spark rocks(basically one is made of magnesium), rope, ladle, cooking knife, two plates, and tobacco. He also has saddle bags on his horse, which he stores his pipe, more tobacco, sugar cubes, a brush, a stick and bow(which he uses for lighting his pipe), and a few salt licks. He has two water skins. One he keeps on his horse, and one on his person or in rucksack. Additionally he has a pot and a frying pan strapped down to the outside of his rucksack. He also wears a ring on a little chain around his neck and he never seems to take it off, as it was given to him by Sana.

Personality: He is a more contented man, liking simple things in life, especially enjoying smoking his pipe with a wonderful scenery, usually in the form of a beautiful day and his love, Sana. He has a more realistic attitude towards the world, not being an idealist, only doing things to help. He has great respect for the natural order of things, and you won't find him trying to seek out revenge. He still has a fiery temper when it is stoked enough to come out.

History: Hugh was once part of a great order of paladins. They had much land and ruled with wisdom. Their lands were prosperous and fertile. Many were jealous of their lands, but no one had the courage enough to take on the great and Noble order. Their paladins were fierce and formidable fighters. They all stood higher than 6' and were towers of muscle. They were truly terrifying men. But they were brought down under scandal. Fabricated accusations about them stealing their riches and enslaving other groups of people for labor. The scandals kept growing until they were set upon by every surrounding nation. They stood no chance. Many were killed, only a few escaped.

They have been long since forgotten, after being hunted for almost two decades, and killed off, until it was concluded that they were finally extinct. Hugh hid among tribes of barbarians to survive. The tribe was good to him, making him one of their own. He had built a life of simplicity. Some warring between other tribes would often end with them being brutalized and then integrated. Hugh had found love in a woman taken from one of the defeated tribes. He had a few sons and lived very happily with her, until they were set upon by a purge of the "savages".

Hugh's tribe was wiped out and he was orphaned once again. He had brutally killed all the "civilized" army he could, but it was too late. His tribe was all gone, along with his family.

He became a wanderer, and left to find life as a mercenary. In that life, he found an adventure awaiting him in a tavern. The tavern was filled with life, when he came in and joined up with a questing group. There he met a gypsy woman by the name of Sana. He got to know her going on this random little adventure with this party. It was all rather simple and jovial at first, until they were all taken captive by a lich. This lich tried to take Sana from them, and in that moment Hugh only felt desperation and rage.

He had slowly begun to realize that he had fallen in love with Sana, and that if he lost her nothing would change about his existence as a wandering mercenary, and he would simply keep losing people he deeply cared about. So he took a chance at love, and broke out of his cage in a fit of rage. He fought like a lion to get to Sana, finally winning out(love triumphs over all!) against the hordes of undead after his party came to his aid.

Since then, he's been a contented old soul, taking care of Sana and showing her his love for her, even though he has never said the words.

[User]
"I hope you and I could speak more of religion soon," Derrix smiled a friendly grin at Vaeri as she took his shirt. He scratched one of the horned tattoos on his cheeks before his eyes lit up in remembrance. He nodded as he dismissed himself from the smoky pocket that Vaeri sat by.

 Derrix lifted himself back to his feet and wandered back to the bleeding boar. He plopped into the bed of clover by the carcass and took up his knife once more, slicing a chunk out of the beast's slowly cooling flank. He sucked in a breath, taking in the metallic stench of the raw meat, as well as the thick musk of the wet storm.

 He scraped a tiny stick across the stony floor under the clovers and lifted it to spear the meat through. Derrix turned towards the crackling fire, testing the sticks ability to hold the thick chunk by waving it gently a few times before levitating it about the licking orange flame.

 Hovering the speared flesh over the fire, the fluids of the meat dripped into the flames with a hot sizzling sound. He turned his attention to the small greenish creature that had accompanied the group while the meat began to heat up.

 "Little one," Derrix announced plainly over the hard plummeting rain outside, "would you like the first bite?"

[Assistant]
Tobias sighed inwardly as he felt the first raindrop. Of course.

By the time the party had reached their campsite, it was pouring. Being wholly unprepared for this kind of inclement weather, the rogue was quickly soaked to the bone. At Fiona's direction, he directed the wagon to the cave, taking great care to avoid snagging the wheels on anything. Before long, the party had a fire going.

Tobias's stolen clothes were soaked, and clung to him tightly. Overall, he imagined he had the appearance of a drowned city rat, which he supposed he sort of was. The thief held his hands over the fire, teeth chattering. Vaguely, he saw Hugh and Sana a short ways off, having some sort of intense conversation. ... Good?

The rogue was still glancing around, idly contemplating his misery, when he looked to the side and beheld Vaeri, as nude as the day she was born. Quickly, Tobias turned away - it was never a good idea to ogle women who could break him in half.

Suffice it to say, he was more than a little surprised when he looked to the other side and saw Fiona stripping down to her smallclothes. The thief looked back to the fire, his cheeks coloring slightly, and managed with great force of will to clamp down on the urge to make a crude joke at the situation. The women did, however, have the right idea - getting out of the wet clothes wouldn't be terrible. Tobias settled for pulling off his stolen shirt and tossing it aside, revealing the tapestry of angry whipping scars that covered his back as he did so.

The goblin - Drizzak - had asked how they were. "Well, can't complain. I could do with a hot meal, a bed, and a few naked..." he glanced around. "Well, a hot meal and a bed, at any rate."

As if on cue, Derrix the horseman returned and began roasting a healthy portion of meat over the fire. Tobias blinked slightly and raised his hands up to the sky dramatically. "Still waiting on that bed!"

[User]
Mortosh sat with the others around the fire and like most of the other he too had removed some articular of clothing that being his chest plate and hood. Not due to warmth or discomfort actually he just didn't fell at ease wearing his hood when it was just him and his companions so he liked using every opportunity to not wearing it he wished to help in someway he has been feeling useless but he realized the others weren't undead like him so things like warmth, sleep and food where necessary to them but not to him. He rose up a hmm came from Zam as she noticed him walking towards the mouth of the cave "Where are you going Mortosh?"

"I Am Going To Keep Watch" Answered Mortosh "Tell The Other They Are Free To Join Me If They Wish" and when Zam Was asked she told them of what Mortosh was doing

[Assistant]
Hugh felt the rain making his skin tender to the touch, turning it pink and wrinkly. He felt the drips of water collecting in his hair and dripping down on his face. The water no longer caused him to shiver, as he stood there with Sana. He felt the desperation of having to deal with these visions he would suffer, putting just that much of a distance from Sana and him. He remembered the trouble of waking up in night sweats from nightmares he could not escape fast enough.

He would have done anything to be free from his burdened mind just to have a full relationship with Sana and live as if so much bad hadn't happened. He might always feel this separation, but it was something he would never stop fighting to make sure him and Sana were together.

It was one thing to fight the demons that came to cause physical harm, but when they came from Hugh's mind and put him in his own hell, it was not such a straightforward battle.

Her words would sting him like thousands of needles. He just wished that they didn't have to fight through this void. He didn't want her to live in the shadow of his past, but he hadn't chosen everything that had happened to him; it had just all happened whether or not he wanted it. All he could do was decide what to do with the time that was given.

It wouldn't take much deliberation to figure out what to do with that time; he wanted to spend it with Sana, even if there was this burden he brought. He would continue to fight it off. Though it affected his habits; heavy drinking, to the point where it didn't affect him anymore and he didn't even feel a buzz from amounts of alcohol that would knock out other people. That in itself was a strange blessing. He had taken up drinking a long time ago, before suffering from his downfalls.

Smoking had been another habit that helped him cope, but he smoked for the enjoyment, not just to blot out the stress. If he did more things to blot out the pain, he would be weak. He needed to deal with it and face it head on.

Hugh squeezed her body tight against his own, absorbing everything she said. All that she said was true, but he loved her deeply and cared for her. He wasn't going to let a stupid thing like nightmares from the past keep him from her side.

There was nothing more he could say as she held herself against him. He wanted her to know just by his actions that he loved her and that he would do what ever it took to fight past his demons. In that moment, there was a pain in Sana that Hugh didn't know how to heal.

When she pulled herself away, she dropped a huge surprise on him; the news that Ariana was actually related to her. He couldn't help but agree with her about how they couldn't force Ariana to look at them as parents. He didn't want her to see them as parents either, as it was cruel to her.

"I'm with you on that. She should know who you are to her." He said, nodding, and showing his agreement.