[System]
" 'The name of the LORD is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.' It's from Proverbs. Remember to go with Christ."
Gender: Female

Age: 17

Personality: If there is one thing that is an essential focal point of Watanabe Yoshi it is her devotion. She is incredibly loyal to her Protestant Faith, but she is also incredibly loyal in general. She patronizes the same arcades and shops that have proven themselves to be quality service and will refuse to go to another store unless the ones she went to shut down. If you win her friendship she will remain steadfast to you and probably overlook some bad behaviors, as long as they aren't enough to condemn you to Hell. Yoshi keeps secrets and takes appointments and commitments very seriously. As such it is safe to say that Yoshi is headstrong and fairly passionate in all of her dealings.

Yoshi views herself as a good Christian and as such she acts like a model citizen as much as she can. She has a very calm demeanor that can only get disturbed by either belittling of her faith, or by seeing supposed acts of devilry. When it comes to having her faith belittled or seeing Christian ideology shaken, Yoshi typically responds with very passionate and outraged speeches. If that doesn't solve the situation she is not opposed to flailing around to physically solve the problem. However when it comes to devilry, Yoshi is driven more by fear. She will throw out various protection charms and engage in superstitious rituals in order to supposedly protect herself from it alongside a probable shrieking and crying.

Despite her faith, Watanabe Yoshi is really quite easy to provoke into a fearful state. As such she avoids most things in the Horror Genre, and is not hesitant of using others as a shield behind her own personal luck charms.

History: Watanabe Yoshi has a peculiar bit of history, which is mostly peculiar due to the fact that both of her parents are Christians. Her family comes from the Protestant Faith and they instilled the faith of the church in both her but also in her siblings. As her father was a fisherman there were often periods of times that Yoshi did not see her father. Whenever she actually managed to see him it always seems as he collected some nastier scars upon his person. This in turn drove Yoshi's mother to pray more often in order to make sure her husband would come back safely so she wouldn't become a widow and so her children would remain with a father.

While Yoshi was not allowed anywhere near the docks her father worked she was allowed near various beaches, lakes and other of bodies of water. In fact her father encouraged her enjoyment of the ocean as he felt it was a good and honest life. So Watanabe got involved with swimming. As she got better at it, alongside other water based activities, she began to make friends who she could exchange interests with. One of her newfound friends was an actor who thought that Yoshi could possibly do a decent job at it. Yoshi took to it like a fish to water, and with that she found it to be a good way to help bring others towards the light of Christ. But the most important way came when the Occult Club was shanghaiing people to join in. Watanabe joined the club willingly in order to demonstrate the Awesome Power of the LORD, and keep any of these people from trying to consort with demons.

It is what a good Christian would do.

Skills:
- She can recite much of The Good Book from heart, and has a pretty good familiarity with the history of Christianity and its practices
- Fanatic Devotion; while this mostly applies to the teachings of Christ, if you have won her over she will be incredibly loyal
- Excellent Swimmer alongside being generally decent at many water-based activities
- Public Speaking
- Acting
- Calligraphy for Ofudas

Other:
- Yoshi sometimes dreams about becoming a member of an Idol Group, partially because it'd be fun but also in an attempt to spread Christian Rock and the like to Japan
- She is a fan of arcade games
- Besides carrying many magatamas on hand she also creates many Ofudas out of a superstitious fear revolving around Lucifer and his daemonic forces
- Speaking of superstitious Yoshi is indeed superstitious and often does peculiar rituals, such as revolving a doorknob twelve times of a room she thinks might be tainted by Satan

[User]
Travis was quick to return to his music after he had introduced himself. He was honestly ready for this little 12 step program type of introduction to end. Travis didn't get to critique the students that went after himself. He was so focused on fixing the poor first impression he gave that he didn't bother to look up. All you could see was the aggressive twiddle of his thumbs as he starred at the ground.

He leaned back in his chair and would gaze around the room from time to time. It was tough being an introvert but hell this was crazy he literally didn't know what to do. Travis decided to give into his soloist attitude...well he was going to until he felt a religious disturbance in the force. He tried to ignore it but the more he tried the more he slowly began to sweat.  "No....no...please no."  He whispered to himself as he closed his eyes.

And as soon as he opened his eyes there she stood. Nutty the nun in all her graciousness. Travis quickly thought of ways to get her out his hair. Maybe he'd lie and proclaim that he was a homosexual getting ready to marry his seriously gay boyfriend after highschool. Then again that could crash and burn in his face so for now he decided to see what she had to say.

To his surprise she came to talk about heavy metal. Travis hated himself now. How did he not notice it before. She's the naughty nun type character.  He stated to himself mentally but physically placed his fist in the palm of his hand as if he'd uncovered a mystery. Travis smiled and replied with  "Veni Domine and Bloodgood are sorta not my style.. more of a Bring Me The Horizon type of guy." Travis paused for a moment then realized something.  "I'm not as familiar with your religion as you are but isn't Heavy metal seen as "devil music"?" He questioned Yoshi also doing the quotation hand gestures when he mentioned devil music.

[Assistant]
Yoshi held her right hand in front of her mouth before giggling. "Eheeheehee! Oh deary, not at all!" Watanabe Yoshi stared Travis directly in the eyes as she placed both of her hands down upon his shoulders.

"Music itself is one of the beauties that God created. Heavy Metal is not intrinsically the devil's music. It only becomes the devil's music when it is tainted with sinful blasphemy which threatens you off the path of Our Lord Jesus Christ. As such there are some bands, which yes, play the corrupted and tainted music belonging to the devil. But the platform itself is not inherently sinful." Watanabe blinked before removing her hands from Furukawa. Taking a few steps back, she turned her head side to side.

"Besides if any music was more susceptible to the devil's taint I would say it would be swing." Yoshi shrugged while holding her palms upwards. "But that's just my thought on the matter."

[User]
Location: Classroom 2-A, Yurei High School
Interacting with: @Mercurial

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Her reasoning was common enough. Somewhere deep inside, Yuki was hoping for a... rarer reason but she guessed that she was just expecting too much. Oh well, disappointing but at least Aika seemed to be willing to continue to conversation. "Well, you gotta admit, not a lot of people are interested in the whole occult thing. But joining clubs is a lot better with friends so I can't blame you for keeping in touch." She said with a shrug. She was lucky enough that Iria wanted to join up too. While she doesn't mind being alone in a room full of strangers [and that reporter] but it was way more fun if she had friends with her.

Upon hearing about the Track team, her eyes practically lit up. This usually happened when someone mentions anything sports related when they're around her. She let out a light chuckle once Aika finished her statement. "I like joining a lot of games since it's fun and helps clear the mind when you're thinking of a lot of things you know? Fame's just a bonus." She wasn't about to deny the fact that she was pretty famous because of her involvement in practically all the athletic clubs. She knew that much was true. You would really come to notice when they start asking you to join some practice games.

She then shook her head. "Ah but it seems you know about me a lot more than I know about you. Track Team huh? Never pegged you for a runner, no offense intended." Considering how she acted, Yuki never thought of her as the runner type. At least that's what she noticed from her own classmates who had personalities like Aika. Guess it was never good to generalize. "So are you into competitive running or just running for exercise and clearing the mind?"

[Assistant]
"Uh-"

Before Ai could do so much as even respond to one of those follow-ups, Yoshi had rushed off to the Musical Type - Travis, she corrected herself. Her eyes instinctively snapped to the items left behind for her to "watch over" as the others around her began talking. No one really seemed to catch her eye as she sat in her chair, pose having loosened back into its default...or at least, anyone she figured was worth talking to. Seiko was rather eye-catching, after all, but unfortunately she seemed to be busy with two other girls. A tiny twinge of something twisted in her gut - must be those brownies, she figured.

There was nothing outwardly interesting about Yoshi's bag. No, what Ai was more interested in was whatever could be inside it. A crucifix, she figured, picking up the final bite of brownie and shoving it into her mouth shamelessly. As far as she could tell, no one was watching. Maybe a smaller Bible. But surely there had to be more to the fanatical girl than that. Something. Anything. Who knows - maybe she'd find something compromising. Maybe, if that were the case, she'd have an excuse to talk to the self-proclaimed "resident journalist".

Ai looked around once more. Yes, it still appeared that no one was watching.

...Just one little peek. No harm.

Slowly, the girl moved forward and began to open the top of Yoshi's bag.

Location: Classroom 2-A, YHS
Interacting with: N/A
Inventory: Wallet (in pockets), House Keys (in pockets), cellphone (in pockets)

[User]
It was a good thing that Watanabe Yoshi was unaware of the antics Yamauchi Ai was currently committing. Truly this invasion of property was a shady deed; both in the realm of Caesar and that of the Lord. But since it appeared guilt in either realm wouldn't hinder Ai's actions it was trivial to open Yoshi's bag and see what was in it.

Well at least the stuff buried near the top anyways.

The most notable things at this top level were, the Book of Common Prayers, a standard one piece swimsuit in dark blue, an advertisement for a nearby arcade with one full coin roll and one half coin roll on it, a script for the play Lady Aoi and a metal pencil container.

Certainly there had to be other items in the bag if dug through. But would searching for those items really be worth the guilt of continuing this invasion of property?

[Assistant]
Ai's gaze skimmed over the various items in the bag passively. As she had no personal connections to its owner aside from one slightly awkward conversation, there really was not much guilt to be felt (at the moment at least) other than the vague sense of wrongdoing and the fear of being caught.

The script and the pencil container were barely even noted, and the amount of money held in the coin rolls was trivial. The prayer book was expected, and the swimsuit (What a prude...) more or less blended into everything else in the pile. But the bag appeared to be a bit too sizable to hold just these unremarkable items. Maybe if-

Without checking around once more (as she figured that any large movements would surely just bring more attention to herself...were those her palms sweating?), Ai slowly flipped over the Book of Common Prayers to see what lay underneath it.

Location: Classroom 2-A, YHS
Interacting with: Watanabe Yoshi's bag
Inventory: Wallet (in pockets), House Keys (in pockets), cellphone (in pockets)

[User]
Without the worry of falling to either the realm of man or that realm of The Lord, it was quite easy to succumb to temptation delve even further into Yoshi Watanabe's bag. While flipping the prayer book it was pretty obvious that the book was pretty well used but not to the point that it was about to fall apart. As for what was underneath the Book of Common Prayer; the answer seemed to just as mundane as before.

For the most part it was a series of scroll paper that were stacked together and had red handles at the end of it. Scattered alongside these scrolls quite a few magatamas. For the most part the majority of these magatamas were pretty small and were indigo. And there was a single crucifix that was around hand-size among those as well.

With a simple glance it appeared that scavenging through this bag for "something compromising" was a fruitless endeavor. But of course, there was the chance that the infection of Sin from Adam and Eve's misdeeds, still managed to infect Watanabe Yoshi much like the rest of man.

Having that in mind it was curious to see that there was something that poked between a few of the scrolls. This thing that poked through, looked like a golden and rather glittery piece of a skirt. Perhaps there would be enough time to allow the wandering mind to decide whether or not it would be worth the risk to pull out. Perhaps it would be better to just let it lay there and be unsure of what it was.


[System]
Group: Doll Hunter
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Gehrman is a cold and calculating type, preferring to observe and learn of his prey before starting to hunt it. He has a fascination for the occult, and is an ardent supporter of outlandish and even insane conspiracy theories related to the supernatural. Nonetheless, he is driven by his ambition on destroying Dolls and their supposed mind-control over the "Doll Masters". He may even deem the Doll Masters beyond salvation if they seem unreasonable, believing that they have been completely overtaken by Doll influence, and thus seeks to end the spread of such corruption witch-hunter-style.

Backstory: Gehrman was always interested in the supernatural since early youth, which his father, who was an inventor, tried to discourage in him, seeing it as the devil's route. However, after a mysterious incident which left his father dead and mother crippled, with no culprit to be found, Gehrman immediately suspected entities who were out of this world, and began to search for any way he could exact revenge on them.

This brought him to a church that warned the populace of Dolls, and thus Gehrman thought he found his culprit. He started to associate him with the church and it members, some of them Doll Hunters, though he was never accepted as a member due to his occult beliefs. His studies led him to discover a unique weakness the Dolls had to nails, and after having crafted his weaponry he set out to cleanse the world of their apparent malice.

Skills: Gehrman has profound knowledge over the occult, and has good awareness for tracking his prey. He is also a bit of an inventor, having created his nail-based weaponry using his father's research notes. He is skilled in close combat, able to stand up against opponents most humans would be unable to, and also capable of using his strength and precision to successfully punch his nails like a witch-hunter would drive a stake through a vampire's heart.

Weapons: Wields a nailgun on one hand, specially crafted for hunting Dolls and their ilk. On his other hand Gehrman wields the Nail Driver, another weapon crafted against Doll-like creatures, which is a close-combat weapon used to puncture the opponent with a large stake-like nail using steam-powered motors. The weapon is designed to be held over the arm like a gauntlet, and can also be used to block attacks like a shield:

[User]
As Shane walked through the streets, he heard a loud scream.

"Well, that seems like a good opportunity for a hunt! The game's afoot!" Shane ran to the source of the scream. He ran after the source of the noise and found a house with its door blasted off. He gulped.

"Okay, maybe it's a break in... It's just a simple break in... Hooooopefully without any of those Dolls mutilating anyone inside the house... Oh God, I'm gonna die in there, aren't I? Well... Might as well go out fighting, right?" Shane thought. He got out a small mask, one that fancy people wear to a masquerade ball. He took out his Peerless Nail and approached the house, not as Shane Gambino, but as Gambol Shroud.

[Assistant]
Cynthia Lee

Blood sprayed from the horrible crystal creature as the weapons penetrated its body. It let out a piercing shriek and struggled, but it was too late. The sword cleaved it in half, blood and crystal shards splattering onto the cobblestones as its body was cut apart. Cynthia covered her eyes. It was... it was scary, it was really scary... but that thing was a monster! A Puppet-thing! Killing it was good, right? As the creature finally fell to pieces, blood leaking from the shards that had once composed its body, it began to fade. The blood and crystal dissipated into golden lights, which drifted towards Transient Princess. Had she felt any fatigue from the battle, it would immediately be refreshed.

Finally uncovering her eyes, Cynthia looked around. There was no sign of the puppet-thing... taking a deep breath, she looked up at the Doll. She... she was still so amazing! A real Doll... it was too fantastic to believe, but there she was! Cynthia managed a weak smile, the fear still getting to her even though the creature was dead. But... there were some confusing things, now...

"... My name's Cynthia..." she said, trying to get the whole 'Alice' thing out of the way first. Unsure of what to say to the rest(even if a game would be fun) she continued. "... Games... games are nice, but... was... was that a Puppet?"

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VV

"... Tch, really? You're uncooperative, aren't you?" VV replied, frowning deeply. Of course she got someone who was so stubborn... Oh well, she'd just have to learn, right? It wasn't like she had the best weapons to defend herself, even if nails were the bane of Dolls regardless. And, well, there was no way VV would let her get hurt. After all, if her property died, so did she. That was the trouble with anchoring in the human world. But hey, this nun was pretty cute at least... "Oi, I'm definitely the stronger one out of the both of us. So you're mine. My Master, and my Master's my property, got it?"

She raised an eyebrow, leaning close. Jeez, if her Master kept being all weird, she'd have to punish her... anyway, it was probably a good idea to let her in on a few things. Name, fact that she wasn't going to just murder people or any stupid nonsense like that... yeah, that seemed like a good idea. "Anyway, the name's VV. Don't go worrying your pretty little Hunter head about me going and killing people or something, unless they're a threat to you. I'm not some scumbag like the Puppeteers."

Leaning back, she grinned, rubbing her hands together. "And if that doesn't give you the message, I can drill the information in another way, got it?"

[User]
Annalee Diaz

Annalee found herself suddenly pushed to the ground, as Megumi closed the door and pulled out one of her swords. "What? Why can't I trust them? They might really just be lost." She stood up and tried to pull the doll away from the door, but couldn't.

Then she heard what must have been the boy's voice, so similar to her brother's. Annalee ignored Megumi's warming and called through the door. "Yes, you are welcome here. There just seems to be some confusion that needs to be cleared up first." She said the last part with a pointed look at Megumi.

Lowering her voice, Annalee spoke in a harsher voice than she had meant to. "We can't just leave them out there. Besides, I don't believe that they're dangerous."

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MiRRor (Ashling)

Ashling easily caught and read the note that Ryan had written. Makes sense. He doesn't want to be caught sneaking out at night, he still cares what his parents think of him. He sat near the wall of the house, so he wouldn't be so easily seen by passers by, and waited for his master.

He hadn't been waiting long before Ryan came running up to him. Ashling stood and dusted himself off. "Alright, let's go then. Where are they now?"

[Assistant]
Ryan Macfield

"I heard they hang out in a dark alley in the town, and it isn't far from here. Follow me." Ryan stopped running as he spoke to his Doll, while trying to regain full breath. He quickly started walking after the short talk, trying his best to actually go to the alley they were hanging out. "They'll have to apologize and swear they won't repeat the mistake... or get brutally punched, before they finally apologize. Either one works, but the last one is definitely better."

[User]
Mathew

Mathew remanifested in the apartment, forming into a medium height humanoid thing with no face and long, spindly arms and fingers.

"This place could use some tidying up, Alex," he scolded, before looking at the money Alex set aside.

"I may not quite approve of how you got a hold of it, but I do want you to know I'm proud of you for helping the church. Now, I'm going to make dinner. How does rhubarb pie sound for desert?"

The shambling, faceless horror that was Mathew tied on an apron and washed its hands in the sink, before it began cooking. More arms sprouted out of his body, before washing their respective hands and handling multiple jobs at once.

Eren

Eren hesitated, before sighing.

"No, they weren't clear, at all. I thought you were talking about the Hunter," Eren whispered, before setting off for the basement.

It irked her how terrible she was at working with her doll. She wished she'd not been forced into such a partnership. But then, if she hadn't met Nuul, she would have been killed by those dollhunters when she was a marionette.

What especially irritated her was that neither of them truly trusted the other. From what Eren knew, doll and master were supposed to be friends, at least. But Nuul, Eren just saw the doll as an asset, and an irritation. Eren's feelings about Nuul were a mixed up conviction of resentment, fear, irritation, fondness and bitterness.

Well, however she felt about the doll, she had to work with her.

Eren stepped into the basement, and saw Viper. The thug was on the ground, arms around his knees, breathing heavily.

"Viper," Eren said, "Are you ready to talk?"

Viper looked at him, blinking, as if surprised.

"I..."

Eren waited for him to continue, before shrugging.

"It doesn't matter, for now, come with me."

Eren went back upstairs, Viper in tow. Eren stepped quietly along the wall to her room, then opened the window. For some reason, without explanation, Viper was complying. He followed her out of the window.

Eren thought for a moment. She could take Viper to her father's, but that would put Dad at risk. She could use one of the abandoned warehouses nearby, but then how would she properly secure her prisoner in so short a time. Maybe she cou-

She felt hands wrapping around her throat before slamming her face first into a wall. Eren winced in pain, before biting down on her enemy's hand as hard as she could. He cried out in pain, and Eren followed it up with a flurry of punches to the face. Viper responded with one intense punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Eren's stomach, before lifting the detective and tossing her into the wall.

Eren fell to the ground, gasping for air, and Viper grabbed her by the throat amd lifted her.

he is yet to awaken...

Eren cursed her own thoughtlessness. Nuul had said he was ready to talk, and yet he'd been close lipped. Nuul had said he was unconscious, and Eren had disregarded that when she saw him awake. Eren had made stupid mistakes by ignoring her partner and not trusting her. Perhaps...

No.

Eren kicked Viper in the face hard, once, twice, three times. Viper became more and more dazed each time.

Finally, Eren slammed her foot into his temple and he dropped. Eren drew her pistol and aimed it at Viper.

Eren had always done best on her own. She wasn't going to reduce herself to bring some demonic lawyer's pet human. She would not rely on Nuul.

The man returned to consciousness quickly, eyes glowing yellow a moment.

"Tell me all that you know if you want to live," Eren said.

"O-okay, fine. Just please let the nightmares end," Viper said.

Eren knew she had limited time. If Nuul could defeat the dollhunter, that would be great. But if the dollhunter managed to escape, he could come across Eren. As she was, there was no way she could face a dollhunter. Hell, Viper could have killed her had he any skill to match his supernatural strength.

"Where can I find him?" Eren said.

"At this pub, the Alabastor Python. The bartender keeps an extra room for us. That's where I report my goings about,and where Mr. White, where he...where he..."

Viper looked at his hands.

"Where he made me a god," Viper said, suddenly grinning.

"Speaking of which, what are you?" Eren said.

"The future," Viper said, before standing up.

"Don't move or I will blow your fucking brains out," Eren said, cold and calm.

Viper began laughing, then stepped toward Eren. Eren fired into the man's skull, and he collapsed.

"...well, I have a location," Eren sighed, climbing back through her window.

"The trail's not cold yet..."

[Assistant]
After a long time of staying in cover and observing the beams that the Doll launched, Gehrman came to a conclusion: the doll was stalling him, for reasons unknown. It came apparent in the entity's never-ending barrage of attacks, and also at the fact the demon didn't do anything else but stay vigilant towards the door, even though it could have retreated or advanced if it wanted to. Gehrman realized he had to act now, or whatever the doll was planning would come to fruition, and looking at his opponent, he imagined it wasn't anything that could benefit humanity in any form.

He relocked his Nail Driver and placed his bandaged hand over it for a moment as he inspected it.

This may only have the slightest chance of succeeding, but it is one I must take! Fortune favors the bold, and the Eye of Infinity watches those who see with clarity.

With conviction in his heart, he charged forward, using the large weapon as a shield, hoping it would protect him long enough for him to get into close proximity to the doll. He actually succeeded in dodging some of the beams that were shot at him purely due to the trained reflexes he's attained over years of combat against otherworldly creatures like these. However, he knew his weapon would become soon broken by all the blasts it now absorbed, and so he took a jump towards the living room.

It was there when he heard a loud gunshot coming from the backyard. Gehrman thought that whatever the Doll was trying to hide must be there, and so he jumped out the window and headed there.

He found the still warm corpse of a man, and cursed his lateness. He shouted:

"Curse you! As a vanquisher of dolls, I will exact justice upon you!"


[System]
Zarina Patriya

Character Quote: "Did you know that blood can spray up to 2 meters when the carotid artery is severed. It is a very efficient kill stroke!

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Character Summary
Age: 18
Birthday: August 17
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada
Gender: Female
Languages: English, French

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Appearance
Height: 5 feet 2 inches
Weight: 117 pounds
Body Type: Average
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Naturally dark brown, but dyed a bluish green (can see her main color at the roots)
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Her ears are pierced
Personal Style: Her hair is relatively on the shorter side, brushing her shoulders lightly but typically it's natural waves make her hair seem a bit shorter. She typically wears a vest of sorts, long sleeved shirt, jeans with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waste a pair of boots. Preferring to dress for comfort as opposed to anything else, and she typically wears a piece of jewelry on her right ear that more or less hooks onto it.

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Psychology
Friendly * Morbid * Intelligent * Naive * Brave * Gullible

Self Assessment: Zarina doesn't really know much about what sort of person she really is. What she does know is that despite her apparent age, she seems to enjoy being surrounded by technology, and she tends to be fairly curious about everything around her, wanting to try and learn new things, no matter what. She knows both English and French, so odds are she was at least taught somewhat well to be bilingual.

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Zarina is a curious individual, and rather intelligent despite her age. She knows more then most people do when it comes to technology and engineering. She's a bit morbid when it comes to her conversations with others, generally making a few comments relating to death or how to kill people, it is a bit strange. Overall, she is friendly and will be nice to just about everyone, but that also links in with her gullibility and naivety, as she falls for a lot of things, but that tends to add in with her likability with others.
Habits: Twisting her hair
Hobbies: Messing with circuits
Fears:
* Spiders
* Being alone
* Enclosed spaces

Likes:
* Wires
* Circuits
* Flowers
* Animals
* Being around others
* The outdoors

Dislikes:
* Spiders
* Snakes
* Bullies
* Being stuck in one place
* Fire
* Bugs

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Skills
General Skills:
* Hacking
* Computer Programming
* Computer Hardware Engineering
* Integrated Circuits
* Computer Systems
* Mixed Trivia Knowledge

Combat Skills:
* Stamina

Possessions In-Room: A few spare wires twisted into looking like a bracelet.

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History

Biography
 Zarina's childhood started off well enough, she was the youngest of 4, and the only daughter to her parents, having 3 older brothers, Terrence, Aaron, and Marc. They were quite a few years older then she was (Terrence - 8 years older, Aaron - 6 years, Marc - 4 years) and they always spoiled her a bit as their baby sister. Both of their parents were scientists, and hardly had much time to pay attention to what their children were doing all day, leaving Zarina to learn from her brothers, and others around her.

 This lead to her discovering a love for computers and any sort of software she could get her hands on. Her brothers found it amusing, and they gave her small circuit boards to mess with and found books for her to read on the subject, more or less allowing her to teach herself much of what it was that she needed to learn. However, her parents didn't very much approve of it, her father in particular didn't think much of her love for technology like that, but he let her be, and even paid for her to take some classes on the subject, allowing her skill levels to grow.

 Then came the accident.

 There was an explosion of sorts at her parents' lab when she was 15 years old, and it took both of their lives. This resulted in her being taken in by her oldest brother Terrence, though the other two constantly were checking up on her to make sure she was okay. It got annoying to her at times, but they helped her continue her classes in computer science and engineering. It helped her a lot with coping with the sudden loss of her parents, but it also allowed her to realize that there wasn't really anyone stopping her from pursuing a career in technology.

 Though without her parents, she also took to being off on the streets somewhat, exploring the town that she grew up in. When she finally hit the age of 18, she headed out of her home town and down to the US, going towards potentially getting a college degree in Computer Science and Hardware Engineering.

A memory: Her parents funeral. It had been a rainy day in the northern town that she grew up in. A few of her parents' colleagues showed up to pay their respects, and she remembers being there, standing right next to her brothers. She felt alone in that moment, even though she knew that she truly wasn't, that there were others around her.

Relationship:
* Caliban Castro - She at first thought of Caliban as sort of a friend, but in the end she was just manipulated by her for her own personal gain.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Taylor Swift - A Place in This World

Extra Information: Oooooh... Long list maybe... But if I had to choose, I'd say it's a toss up between 3 and 5 from Dark Matter. And post thing
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
Time: +1:45
Location: Galley & Atrium

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@Nallore@Morose@Framing A Moose

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Before them, where Kyle pointed up at, there was a giant heavily reinforced window. It revealed to those who had followed Kyle not just any sky, but one looking down on a planet.
"I don't recognize it. That isn't Earth." Kyle said, his voice was tight.

Noah was biting his lip looking around the room and window structure. He looked back down the hall, thinking.

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In the galley, a small square white bot came out of a hole that appeared in the wall near the floor. It went over to the vomit and sprayed water on it and then did a few passes until the vomit was gone. It then repeated the process with the cups of bourbon that Cal had dropped. The small robot then started toward the robot's body and started trying to clean up the green fluid that was all over the ground.

"I think Kyle found something interesting down the hall passed our bedrooms. He looked like he was tracking where she came from." Gordon said to Zarina, he held his cup of coffee tightly. He was glancing occasionally at the body on the ground. He did give Cal a disapproving stare when she went for the second drink. He didn't blame her for the first, but was the second really necessary? "I don't think we are in a T.V. show. Want to see what they found?" He stood up, still holding the cup of coffee, and watched the small white robot try to clean up the mess around Zarina and the body. "Maybe there are clues as to what's going on. I think most everyone missed your assessment of the, I suppose android is a more appropriate term."

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Skill: N/A

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Luke, having kept his eyes from the body very carefully made his way from the Galley after the others to the Atrium. He had seen the woman and knew that she was oozing green fluid rather than red blood, but there was something that still set him on edge about the look of it. It was too real. If this was some T.V. show they could go to hell. There was no way he signed up for this.

Walking back down the hall Luke made note that each room had the plaque with a number in front of it. There were twelve rooms, but there had only been eleven of them at the meal. He guessed that the dead girl should have been in the twelfth room, supposedly the room that no one else in the group belonged to.

His eye caught a couple of green droplets on the ground. That must have been what Kyle had followed from the Galley. Luke wondered why Kyle had even thought to do that. He wouldn't have. Maybe if he had noticed it, but certainly not as a first idea. So who what Kyle? Who were the rest of the people? Who was the dead girl even?

He stepped into the Atrium and looked at where Kyle was pointing. He let out a low whistle. Luke looked at the blanket that Sophia had picked up. "Which room was she in? Maybe there is a clue in there?" He knew he couldn't be the only one thinking that the dead robot girl might not be the only one who was a robot. Luke also knew he was only assuming that the girl had been in a room. The blanket and clothing matched his own, so it was likely.

"Wait, Sophia, you said space robot zombie. Before we saw this. How did you know?" Manny turned to ask Sophia. Luke had tensed, half expecting the man to ask everyone to cut open their hands and prove they bled red. Some of that tension released when Manny instead questioned Sophia. It was a good question.

"What do you mean space? How do you even know that is real?" Tessa asked, she was started running toward the window but paused for a moment as she passed one of the redwood trees. She reached out and touched the trunk. Luke was certain for a second that he thought she was crying, but she turned from the tree and continued forward to the window where she put her hand on it. "It is cool, uh, to the touch I mean."

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 Had she not been in a complete oh-my-god-robot-zombies-are-here-and-going-to-eat-us panic, Vinnie probably would've been able to appreciate Sophia trying to calm her down. Instead as Sophia put a comforting hand on her, all Vinnie could think about was what if Sophia was also one of these gross green zombies? Would the ginger explode and cover her in her gooey guts? Would some of it go into her mouth? Her stomach threatened to upchuck at that very thought. She couldn't imagine the goop tasted like green apple candy - probably more like dirt slug rot semen surprise.

 Vinnie swallowed thickly, before looking in the direction Kyle pointed. Her eyes widened and she completely forgot how horrified and disgusted and queasy she was feeling. "Holy shit..." she said again, this time filled more with awe and astonishment. "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." The planet they were looking at looked more like the moon than the Earth, but the coloring was all wrong. She didn't see anything that looked like the massive oceans that spanned the globe and it wasn't grey enough to be the moon. "Wait, you said space! You're probably one of them... whoever them is!" Vinnie yelped, before running away from Sophia and hiding behind Kyle.

 A flash of panic and fear crossed Raynor's face, before he managed to get his expression under control again. "There's an easy way to figure out who is one of them... They bleed green. I'm assuming we bleed red. So how about we find a utensil from the food court area and see about ruling out any further surprises?" he suggested, though his gaze was fixed firmly on the planet, rather than the others.

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Skills: N/A

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Sophia looked out of the window seeing literal space before them and what looked like a planet as well, she set the blanket down onto the ground. She couldn't recognize the planet below them either which was really unsettling to her, before looking over towards Manny who addressed her about the robot being a space robot zombie. The only thing she could think of were scifi movies usually robots were associated with space movies. "Uhm space, or scifi movies in general they tend to have robots in them?" Sophia said looking at them all, she didn't like the way that they all were looking at her.

Vinnie of course started to freak out, calling her a robot as well letting out a slight sigh she didn't even know who she was so why would she even know that she was even a robot in the first place. "Hey if I was like that robot girl in the galley i'd probably would know what I was or something then. I don't even know who the hell I am in the first place to." Sophia said as she shook her head a little bit and looked at Raynor when he made his suggestion. "I'll be the first volunteer then if it makes you all happy?" She said.

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Location: The Galley -> Atrium
Skills: N/A

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 "It seems like it. How rude, ask questions about something and then completely ignore the answer," she responded to Gordon before looking over at Cal, a bit annoyed that she had asked about her keeping the jaw from the robot with her. "You have no idea how useful robotic parts can be! I can't take the whole head with me or anything like that, seriously. Use your brain if you have one!" she retaliated towards her, before another idea crossed her mind and she switched her attention back towards the robot's head. Setting the jaw down for a split second, she took her hand and reached towards the robot's right eye, before she carefully used her fingers to pry the eyeball out of it's socket. Having also stopped caring about whether or not she got dirty or anything. Picking the jaw back up as well, she stood up from the ground and looked at the eyeball in her hand. "Come along Mr. Eyeball, let's see what trouble everyone else is getting into shall we?" she said to the eye, not expecting a response or anything as she left the room to see what everyone else was looking at.

 "What's going on out here?" she asked, walking over and glancing up at the window, her eyes growing wide as she glanced up towards the window. "Whoa... That's cool," she muttered, almost holding up the eyeball so that if it actually was a living thing that could see, it would be looking out the window too. "What do you think about it Mr. Jaws? We definitely aren't where we're supposed to be I don't think," Zarina spoke turning to look at the robotic jaw that was in her other hand.

 When she heard Raynor suggest cutting people or whatever to determine if they were a robot or not, she instantly waved the hand with the jaw in it around. "Oooooh you can cut me open! I want to know how the non-robotic body works anyway!" she said instantly, before lowering her hands and looking once more at the robotic parts in her hands. "Though I think I should probably see about getting Mr. Eyeball and Mr. Jaws cleaned at some point, since the green hydraulic fluid is everywhere!"


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

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Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

[User]
When she felt Kili pull away a bit, Saeril showed a face of the same: concern and worry. For him to face Thorin alone, that only brought her worry, for him, his uncle, and even Fili. She wanted keep him safe, but there was a part of her where Kili would have to figure things out himself. It was partly the reason why he never fully matured in the first place. He lived, what you could say, a very "sheltered" life in the Blue Mountains, a few years after his birth in the Lonely Mountain. Ever since the dragon attacked, as far as the she-elf learned, Dis grew protective of them in Ered Luin, becoming wary and cautious for their safety, if they ever chose to go exploring at night.

From that moment on, Dis sealed them and herself inside their home, away from the outside world. But as they grew older, they were determined to see their precious "Delva", once the gifts started to come. Through those years, Saeril was always out there, watching them grow and smile. Yet, here they were; face-to-face, hand-to-hand.

The she-elf understood him, though, remembering what she just recently thought of; that he would have full-reign. He choses, she obeys. With that afterthought, she finally, and reluctantly nodded. She'll hang back, but she will listen in. Closing her eyes, she responded softly. "Very well", Saeril's wings finally folded back into her cloak.

[Assistant]
"You're certain that you're alright?" Kili was hardly convinced. Saeril wasn't herself. There was plenty he did not know about his godmother, or her past, but none of that had mattered until now. Something felt wrong; her outburst was not quite natural, and he feared he'd done something wrong to trigger this.

Carefully, Kili rose, and he offered her a hand up even though while seated, she was practically his height.
"Perhaps I can talk him out of searching," the youngest decided, determined to set things right once again. If he could get Thorin to see sense, they could focus on rebuilding their kingdom rather than focus on what was missing from it. "It's worth a try. Fili and I are his closest of kin."

Offering a smile of reassurance, Kili found himself feeling more determined than ever before. Saeril was trusting him with this task, and he was determined to do a good job, though her current condition was troubling to say the least. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather rest, Delva?"

[User]
Honestly, at this moment, Saeril felt herself being a child again; sitting on the floor in tears, and with Kili present, it was like their roles have been switched. This time, it was him that was giving her comfort, showing affection in his caring nature for the she-elf's wellbeing. Inside, Saeril somehow felt safe with him. Again, it was like their roles were switched, but in reality, it wasn't to be, naturally.

Feeling the youngest carefully retract himself from their embrace, the she-elf willingly gave him her hand, and allowed him to help her stand. Though Saeril was really pulling herself up, even though she felt Kili's effort to help her stand, regarding their significant height difference. With him to even recall confronting Thorin alone, Saeril was about to protest, but she remembered her promise to allow him to make his own choices. With a sigh, Saeril eventually albeit reluctantly nodded. "Very well. Just...be careful, young Durin."

Speaking of rest, the she-elf didn't remember the last time she had a break. With everything prevailing, it was like "rest" couldn't be reached, not rig everything and everyone in such a dark situation. But Kili preferred it for her, and Saeril figured that perhaps now was the time to get it. "I will", she, once again, reluctantly nodded while slowly seating herself on the bed, and carefully laying herself down on the comfortable side of the bed. Not bothering to cover herself, it truly has been years since she slept/rested in a proper bed.

[Assistant]
"Good." Kili grabbed hold of the corner of the heavy blanket that covered the bed, and from there, he covered Saeril up and pat the pillows behind her so that she could be comfortable.
"You've cared so much for Fili and I, Delva...it's time we help take care of you, too." At that, he smiled at her, then leaned over to kiss her forehead. For a dwarf, Kili showed more emotion than most, and he was rather astute when it came to the feelings of others. Kili was usually upbeat and optimistic to a fault; he wanted those around him to be happy, not sad. "I'll be back soon."
Shutting the door behind him, Kili left Saeril to rest, hoping to find his uncle in better spirits than before. The chances were slim, but he needed Thorin to hear him out. There was much to be said, and much to be decided.

Each hall seemed to mirror the next, and every stairway seemed to go on forever. It didn't take long for Kili to become impossibly lost; the rooms were large and impossibly bleak.
Kili wasn't worried, however. This gave him plenty of time to think and plan what he would need to say to his uncle.
Just as Kili began to plan his next course of action, he felt a shadow overcome him. Turning, he was met with the king. "Thorin -- I didn't see you there," he was mildly alarmed, and taken aback by the suddenness of his approach, yet he recovered swiftly.

"I take it you've rested." Thorin was impossible to read.

"I did, yes." Kili watched him closely, his godmother's warning echoing in his ears. "What have I missed?"

Thorin moved a step towards a window, one that overlooked the collection of stone they'd used to block the entrance. "See for yourself."
Unsure what to expect, Kili stepped alongside of his uncle, taking a look for himself as suggested. As soon as he Kili saw the stone and heard Thorin's explanation for it, he took on a look of absolute disbelief. Slowly, he turned to Thorin, angered by what he had learned. "You've locked us in...and everyone else out."

"I've done what was necessary. No one is to be trusted." Thorin's answer was clipped, his gaze cold. "One day, you will learn to understand, and you will see what I have sacrificed for you and our people."

Kili shook his head, unwilling to accept this answer. "This isn't right, none of it," he spoke with more bravery than he'd expected to, and he kept eye contact, even with Thorin's penetrating stare. "We can't shut everyone out! Your desire for the Arkenstone has made you this way."

Thorin rounded on his nephew, the words hitting a nerve. "What has that she-elf been putting into your head?" He snarled, gripping his nephew's forearm with violent force and pulled him closer. "She's poisoned you against me, hasn't she? She's filled your head with lies, and you're foolish enough to believe them."

Eyes wide, Kili pulled away from the deranged king, angered by the accusations. "She hasn't poisoned me against you! She's only tried to help!" This time, he raised his voice, the empty chamber filled with his words. "You've lost sight of what is important! You have no right to..." The sentence was never finished, for Kili was struck across the face with so much force that he fell.

"I have EVERY right!" Thorin bellowed, fists clenched at his sides. "I am your king, and you WILL show me respect!" From there, the king took a threatening step forward, though he made no move to strike him a second time.
"You have forgotten your place -- and if you speak out of place again -- you, and she, will be banished from my kingdom."

[User]
Fili was walking about the desolated, bleak halls. For a few minutes, he's been waiting for his brother to return to the treasure room to help their search, but with his prolonged absence that lasted for an hour or two, the blonde was starting to worry. He tried to convince himself that Kili was resting, but no doubt he would be looking for Delva. The youngest was attached to their godmother by the hip, it would seem. That gave Fili an amusing feeling, but he still worried. With Thorin getting impatient, at each and every minute, Fili just realized that they were not safe. It didn't feel like wonder in this mountainous structure; it only felt like an unsettling anger thriving in the stone walls. Something was terribly wrong...he could feel it.

Just before he could take a left at an intersected hall, the blonde could hear voices; they sounded hushed, so his instincts told him to turn right, right towards the source. He kept his footsteps light, and the voices got louder, getting clearer, as it seems to sound more like an argument when he got closer. He heard his uncle's voice, then...Kili? What was he doing talking to Thorin? Now the brotherly impulses took over, already becoming worried about his little brother being in his deranged uncle's presence once again. His thoughts were cut off when he heard a slap, right before Kili could even finish a sentence! Fili actually despised the dwarves who belittled Kili when they were younger. They lead to the blonde getting involved in fights to cover his little brother, and the aftermath resulted in the eldest also getting hurt, just with minor scratches, cuts, and bruises; Kili looked no better.

But this was Thorin doing the belittling, and Fili felt conflicted for the first time whether to cover for him or not. However, he wouldn't allow his uncle to furthen the damage already done, so he advanced into the room, towards his uncle and brother. "Stop it!", he shouted, coming in between them, and running to his brother's side. Seeing the bruise on the youngest's face made the blonde feel betrayed. "Oh, Kili", he breathed in a mix of anger and sadness. "How could you?", he asked his uncle. "Striking upon Durin flesh and blood; answer me!", Fili was angry; his voice was reverberating off the walls. He couldn't imagine how Saeril would react if she were here.

[Assistant]
Banished. Being struck was nothing compared to that.
 Before Kili might muster a response or take action, Fili showed up, just as he used to when they were young. The eldest must have had a sixth sense when it came to Kili being in distress; he always seemed to arrive no matter what the situation was.
 As Fili looked to him, Kili swallowed hard, turning his head in the opposite direction in an attempt to hide any evidence of being hit. He was humiliated to have been struck by their uncle, and devastated by the threats made towards he and their godmother. As Fili came between them, the youngest regained his footing and grasped for Fili's wrist. "Fili, don't!" Kili didn't want the same to happen to his brother; he knew how loyal Fili was to their uncle, and he didn't want to be the cause of further conflict between them.

 Thorin's jaw was set in a grim like as he faced his eldest nephew. "Your brother has spoken out of turn," he snarled, enraged that both of his sister's sons were against him. Fili's tone of voice did nothing but agitate him; he now found fault in him, too.
 Every thought that entered the king's head was askew; he was constantly defensive and casting blame on the ones closest to him. As the days dragged on, Thorin became more and more unhinged, consumed by his desire to have the Arkenstone returned to him.
 "The she-elf has turned him against me, Fili..." The king observed his nephew, his eyes lacking their normal shade of blue. "Has she turned you against me as well?"


[System]
M i d o r i

"Hey! Idiots! What do you think you're doing?"
A G E

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O R I G I N

Yokohama, Japan

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R O P E S

Aggressive
Arrogant
Envious
Snarky
Tempermental

D E S C R I P T I O N

TBD

Q U I R K T Y P E

Mutation

Q U I R K D E S C R I P T I O N

Midori Kinzokuma's quirk has always direct and straight to the point, much like the person herself. Born with the innate ability to manipulate and bend metal to her every whim, Midori has what is now known as ferrokinetic bones thus allowing her to manipulate and expand metal as long as she is directly touching it – though the durability of the metal decreases with each expansion. To make the most out of this quirk Midori has become sort of a craftsman, forging metal weapons and armor to prepare for the most out of any situation and so it is properly reinforced. If her crafted armor is extremely damaged it may take her days to properly repair it.

C A P A B I L I T I E S

TBD

C H A R A C T E R G O A L S

N/A

[User]
S h i o r i

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 • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

April 7th -- School Grounds

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What the heck? Why is everyone bein' so hostile and junk?

Shiori's eyes widened as one of her classmates made what to her sounded like a declaration of war.

The student in question, Noboru Nobounaga, definitely seemed high strung and she had half of a mind to kick him off his soapbox. Not because he wasn't better than she was or that she felt annoyed by his attitude but more that if he didn't shut up he was going to get all of them in trouble with their new teacher! Given the impression she got from Ishin Academy that wasn't a situation Shiroi really wanted to be in; especially considering their instructor was the legendary heroine, Knightmare! Shiori moved to speak and tell the hot-tempered boy to calm the heck down, but before she could utter a word her newfound friend with bright blue hair spoke first and probably not in a way that was going to defuse the situation.

The black-haired girl could see the redness in Noboru's face as he was about to give them all a piece of his mind as people not only challenged him but then decided to ignore him for someone who sat at the back of the class. But before he could scream more at the class the sound of a thin and youthful voice cut everyone off at the same time. Shiori's eyes darted towards the doorway in anxiety.
"Hey! Idiots! What do you think you're doing?"

What in tarnation?

For Shiroi, she was quite surprised where the voice came from as what appeared to be the shortest girl she had ever seen (at least by secondary school standards). Her expression looked harsher and meaner than Noboru's by any means. Was she another student? Shiori thought for a quick second before realizing that all the desks had been filled. It only left one conclusion—this was Knightmare out of costume.

"And you! Moron number one! Get off that desk now unless you want to go home to daddy and say you got expelled for being a halfwit!"

The small 'girl' groaned in annoyance as she walked into the classroom.

Shiori quietly mused her thoughts to herself. Knightmare was obviously as loud and boisterous as what Shiori remembered seeing on the newsreel, but her voice without the sense of her armor was so much thinner and mousy. Sure they were yelling at her classmates, but she never imagined Knightmare was actually so… small in reality. Her armor definitely did not give that impression. She imagined some of her classmates were equally as dumbfounded.

"What? What're all of you looking at? Never seen a teacher before or some crap? Did you think you were going to be instructor free?"

[Assistant]
K a z u o

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April 7th ~~ School Grounds

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Things seemed like they were moving towards an escalation in the severity of the situation. The blue haired girl, Ume as Kazuo would come to know, was quick to reply to Nobu. He liked that. Hopefully others were as strong willed and ready to butt heads as her. He wasn't one for unnecessary conflict, but as with any other field, competition was the name of the game. This was no different than being a pro hero, even if the school took things to the extreme.

"Looks like..." Before Kazuo could continue another voice rose about the room.

"Hey! Idiots! What do you think you're doing?"

He flinched somewhat started by the sudden appearance of another person. He turned to find to source of the voice and his eyes widened. Knightmare. Holy shit. He was shocked. His sister had told him god knows how many stories about the diminutive hero before and throughout her stay in America to work as a hero out there.

"And you! Moron number one! Get off that desk now unless you want to go home to daddy and say you got expelled for being a halfwit!"

When she began to speak to Noboru he couldn't help himself. He tried to hold it back, but a small chuckle escapes. He tried to hide it by transitioning into a soft cough, turning his face just out of the line of sight of the legendary hero. Idiot... He thought to himself with a silent groan. This likely wouldn't bode well for them. Still, his ears perked up as she continued.

"What? What're all of you looking at? Never seen a teacher before or some crap? Did you think you were going to be instructor free?"

He wanted to respond. Comment on the fact that they probably weren't expecting to look older than their instructor. Comment on how it wasn't their fault she didn't give that commanding feeling by walking in the room out of her hero gear. But doing that would likely be akin to suicide for his future career as a hero. Boy, wouldn't his dad love that? He scoffed at the thought. Although, in retrospect it would have probably sounding like he was scoffing at the words of their apparent instructor. Still, this was gonna be an interesting experience for sure, given the colorful cast of would be heroes.

[User]
Noboru's eyes narrowed into slits of crimson, sweeping over the classroom like a hunting hawk. It seemed that his declaration was to be met with only silence. But only a fool would concern themselves only with the "what" of a situation; the "why" was equally important. Were these students shy? Cowed by the harsh truth that they are about to face? Astonished by his doctrine? Or, unthinkably, were they really stupid enough to ig–

At that moment, some bumpkin with a fruit walked in and said something dumb about a tropical fruit.

Noboru thought, narrowed eyes now tinged with disbelief and suspicion as they locked onto the big lad that had so rudely shattered the atmosphere he had meticulously crafted. Moving his focus to the fruit, the arrogant youth rolled his eyes and decided that this kid and his fruit wasn't worth the effort. He didn't even like pineapple In the first place, and sharing tribute was laughable. Noboru would have made a comment about that, had a certain someone not lacked the wisdom to prevent inane drivel from spewing out of her mouth like shitty water from a backed up toilet.

'How dare this… this…' Noboru quickly counted up the seats in his head, 'seventh-rate loser have the audacity to spout such stupidity about me!'

Thinking about it brought red to his ears and rage to his mind. He gritted his teeth like he wanted to crush his molars into a fine dust and glared daggers into the sickly haired girl. It wasn't simply that she had challenged him; a hero welcomes all challenges, after all. No, it was the precedent, the principle, and the fact that people were ignoring him now! Even that Kazuma poser, who was just earlier making a pitiable attempt at suppressing his indignation, was now focused on that pineapple bumpkin, Shinji. 'Figures. Fickle bastards.'

Of course, he couldn't let this transgression stand either way. Those were some fighting words, and Noboru was prepared to give a hands-on demonstration of the vast gap that existed between himself and these non-believers. His hand reached to roll back the hem of his sleeve, and his mouth formed into the first syllables of a venomous retort… but it was all for naught.

Noboru, mid-sleeve roll, slowly turned his head to the high-pitched, ill-natured voice that had cut through the room like a knife through butter. 'A child?' he thought immediately, eyebrow raised. Quickly, he connected the dots. 'Wait, the great Knightmare is just some short little girl? Pfft. Overcompensating with that quirk of yours, are we?'

The irony was lost on him.

Fortunately for Noboru, before he could break out into laughter, Knightmare directed a command his way: get off the desk or get out of the school. And fortunately for the classroom, Knightmare's sudden arrival had been sufficient to diffuse Noboru's volatility – for now.

"Hmph. Fool. Even the teacher acknowledges me as number one*," Noboru huffed. Slowly, the redness faded from his expression, replaced by that insufferable smugness. "Better be happy that she'll be the first to teach you a lesson at this school." He hopped off the desk in acquiescence of his instructor's wishes. It wouldn't do to sink to his inferiors' level in front of a pro-hero, and he could always teach these fools the unfairness of world at a later point; this was a hero school after all.

The imperious imp forced his chair out from under his desk and promptly sank into it. Resting his feet on the desk and leaning back like the platonic conception of a middle school-aged cool guy, he gave a 'go on' hand gesture to the diminutive teacher, as if he believed she was waiting for his permission to continue (he did).

*it should be noted that Knightmare's actual inflection was "moron number one" not "[you] moron, number one." NobuNobu is, of course, both of these.

[Assistant]
H i r o h i k o • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

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It was at this point that Hirohiko finally unfroze from where he'd been facing the wall. Who was it who'd shouted down the flashy boy who was practically the only one his height?

It...seemed to be a little girl? But...did that mean Knightmare was actually a robot or a suit that she piloted with her quirk? That'd be awesome! If someone like that could use her quirk to become a powerful hero in spite of NEVER getting taller, maybe he could do the same thing! Clearly, she was actually the best choice to teach someone like him and...well, wasn't she actually really, really mean and scary though?

Hirohiko got to his seat, still pleasantly surprised that he was nearly half-way away from being at the bottom like he'd expected he'd be in the end. Still, he wanted to know why Knightmare had chosen not to hide her now-obvious smol-ness, given that he struggled to be taken seriously himself at times for that very reason.

"Um, excuse me sensei! Why did you choose to walk into the classroom out of your armor? I mean, people are more used to your armored appearance, so why did you want to make this kind of first impression instead?"

The fact that asking such a thing might be suicide didn't occur to Hirohiko at all, a testament to the mental density that came with his physical density.

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K n i g h t m a r e

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 • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

April 7th -- School Grounds

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The "pint-sized" heroine pressed her teeth down, as she walked forward, stopping just before the second row of seats as one of the students behind her asked her a question; a question that sounded like one she had heard a thousand times or more. It was a question that the other teachers of Ishin Academy had already joked about. Even after over a decade of proving herself as a pro-hero, it still came up, and it still happened to bother her. After all, it was something she had no control over and would never have control over. It was why she had made her hero identity like it was; strong and unflinching, tall and broad-shouldered. Some people didn't even know the metallic knight hero was a girl at all. Was it a mistake to sign on as a teacher to shed that in front of a bunch of petulant brats? Despite being starkly annoyed she looked at the boy who asked the question and memorized his seating in reference to the chart given.

Hirohiko Yamabuki. Seat six. Sapporo native. Emitter. Mass manipulation. 152 centimeters.

Hirokhiko was short—though even now at his age he was taller than Knightmare as an adult. The brown-haired pro-hero wasn't sure to make of him but at the very least appreciated his sense of manners and tone. She didn't want her height to be a spectacle, but she did wonder if her height meant something to him. Why else mention it like he had? She decided to not yell at him and instead bring up the answer that Snowman had told her to make if a student asked about their appearance in the classroom being starkly different than their guises as heroes. It's a "humanizing experiment of trust and professionalism". She remembered her rolling her eyes at the statement in Snowman's office. So she would say it her way instead. Her way was better.

"No instructor at this academy will be in uniform with the rare exception of training exercises and the opening ceremony. We are not fighting villains, but are presenting ourselves as teachers. It's pretty simple if you think about it."

As she answered she sent a foot backward into the leg of Noboru Nobunaga's chair, causing the student to violently crash to the ground.

"Also. Sit upright. You're a student of Ishin Academy, not a burger flipper at MgRonalds. Act like it." She commented, generally telling the class as a whole as she made her way to her desk.


[System]
Face claim: Logan Browning
Note: Paint is always in gold or white.
 (Note: Facial paint is customary for the royal family in tribute to their Gods. It's akin to wearing a crown.)

Age: 20
Sex: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140 lbs
Scars: Linear scar from right shoulder to upper-mid back; small line on left side of chin

Brief overview of....
Personality: Restless, excitable, reckless, stubborn, motherly, spoiled, naive, impatient
Skills: Horse riding, hand-to-hand combat, small knives combat, minor healing, lying, harp playing (has a horrific dislike of it)
Miscellaneous: Mother was killed when her ship was overtaken in an ocean storm; Namyna herself can't swim; Namyna is the "younger" twin by 21 minutes

Reputation: Namyna is relatively sheltered, giving the false reputation that she is the King's delicate Afaedian flower. The only reputation that has been widely known is her temper and her stubborn nature. She has little interaction with her people, and is regarded as little more than the jewel that adorn's her brother's future throne until he is wed to a wife.

Prince Brelan Terralence

Face claim: Nate Gill
Note: Paint is always in white or gold.

Age: 20
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 210 lbs
Scars: Large scar from left wrist to elbow

Brief overview of....
Personality: Diplomatic, patient, protective, quiet, decisive, steely
Skills: Sword fighting, leadership, war planning, diplomacy, persuasion
Miscellaneous: Brelan and Namyna have always been very close, especially after the death of their mother when they were 10. He takes it upon himself to become the leader his people and his sister needs.

King Sevaun Terralence

Reputation: Brelan is a fair prince, and many look forward to the day of his rule. He has a silver tongue and a steady hand when in battle, but lacks the strong will of his father. Some fear that his rule will lead to a fall in the kingdom's strength.

Face claim: Dennis Haysbert

Age: 52
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 230 lbs
Scars: Various - too many to count

Reputation: The King in recent years has progressively earned the fear and loathing of many of his citizens. While he leads with a strong hand, his methods have become increasingly harsh, especially on his lower class citizens. Some speculate that he may be turning mad, especially as he continues to relinquish his throne despite the fact that Brelan should have inherited the throne at 19.

[User]
She wasn't sure she had seen the first blade correctly until the second embedded itself mere inches from her, into one of the stone pillars. Whether he was missing on purpose or just an incredibly horrible shot, he was throwing his weapons with purpose. She flinched instinctively as she ran, hoping he wouldn't have many of the blades left. He didn't seem to want her dead, or she would have been long before she would have had the chance to fight back. No, he was here for something else. She pushed the thought away as she ran.

Suddenly the dress she loathed so deeply caught behind her. Though the light fabric tore with the weight of her forward movement, the hiccup in her momentum still left her stumbling to the ground. She gasped painfully as her side hit the smooth stone with a resounding thud, pain spreading through her side. Giving herself the smallest moment of hesitation, she rolled onto her back, heart dropping with how close her pursuer still was. Scrambling forward, she made to grab for the blade he'd thrown, before a familiar voice rang through the hall.

"Myna!" Brelan's voice called out, still dishearteningly far from her. She could hear the panic in his voice.

Namyna opened her mouth to call out to him before the sudden flash of steel entered her vision. Her assailant was even more armed than she had realized, the large blade held threateningly in his grip. The princess faltered. Not for the threat of her own safety, for she would have gladly continued to struggle with a blade now within reach. But she had made a terrible mistake. Brelan would be upon them in a matter of minutes even if she remained silent, and she would bet more than her fair share of her father's wealth that he had not grabbed his own weapons in the short time he'd been gone. Her attacker didn't seem to want her dead just yet, but how concerned would he be with others?

Brelan's voice seemed to get closer, a fact that would not have escaped the man standing above her. Acting quickly, Namyna pushed herself away from her attacker's blade, her eyes piercing into him with as much deadly hate as she could muster. "Leave him be," she snarled beneath her breath.

[Assistant]
Nothing was ever easy, was it?

The prince's voice echoed down the hallway as Gareth's target stumbled to the ground. If he were an assassin, it would be time to flee already. These were the first pair of unwanted eyes to catch sight of him tonight, and already it was one pair too many. He could escape now before the other man got too close, but keeping his identity a secret was not the priority here. What was a priority was the girl, and fortunately for him, it seemed like she might have unwittingly revealed an achilles heel. As she bared her teeth to him, she may as well have been baring her neck at the same time. What was important was not that he get in and out unseen. The only important thing was that he was to leave with the girl. And if she cared what happened to her brother, she wouldn't leave the two men alone.

After he finished his quick analysis, Gareth placed his second hand on his sword in a fighting stance. He waited for the prince to draw closer before speaking again.

"Welcome, Prince Brelan, to our little quarrel. I'm not a man for words, so I'll keep this short. Unless you've brought your whole army with you, there's only two people walking out of this room tonight. I'll let the two of you decide who's leaving with me. Whoever's left behind gets gagged and tied to a post. Or killed, for all I care." Gareth shrugged casually. "It's up to you. But now that you're here, if you try to run... well, just don't try to run, alright? Make good life choices."

Gareth's expression might as well have been carved from marble, his gaze remained measured and fixed on the two siblings. Saying he would kill either of them... well, it was a bluff, but one that should be impossible to discern from their position. It was true, however, that he was ready to spring back into chase if either of the two attempted to flee and call for backup. This wasn't like before, he wouldn't be caught off guard again.

[User]
Brelan looked like he had been punched in the stomach when he rounded the corner, faced with the large stone-faced man looming over his sister, the man's large sword pointed in his direction. A scowl just as deadly as his sister's darkened his eyes. Glancing at Namyna to check for signs of blood, he was relieved to find none, before turning his attention back to the man. The prince inwardly cursed at himself for not finding help first, or for having his sword on hand. Stupid, stupid move.

Putting his hands outward in a disarmed stance, Brelan spoke evenly. "If you're here for us, I'll go with you," he offered. "Just leave her be."

Namyna's eyes widened with shock. Was he that dumb? He was the future king, for the Gods' sakes! She moved to stand. "Brelan--"

"Don't," her brother's voice came out icily, eyes staying locked on their assailant. "Stay. Put."

Namyna stilled, her jaw clenching. She had yet to see Brelan this way, had yet to see him face dangers as strongly as the king he was meant to be. Even so, surrender should not have been an option. She mentally noted to punch him in the jaw when given the opportunity. Still, she had little power in their current situation - if she attacked the man above her, there was a decent chance that Brelan would be placed in harm's reach. Her jaw worked again, waiting for the man's response. If he so much as touched Brelan...

[Assistant]
Gareth took one hand off of his sword, stroking his chin in contemplation. He was glad to see that the prince did not want to engage in any pointless fights. He had no idea how competant the noble was at fighting, but unarmed and unarmored, such a thing would be a death sentence even if he was a grandmaster.

The man's fortitude and decision-making was commendable as well, Gareth had to give him that. It's true that I would probably get a fat purse for his ransom... Weighing that against what he was promised, he came to a firm conclusion. That wasn't good enough. He came for the girl, he would leave with the girl. But he couldn't just come out and say that, either. The chips were still on the table and he still held the advantage. If things were to go as cleanly as possible, he should be able to press his advantage a little further.

"I appreciate your offer, young Prince, but you should know that my initial target was the lady here. I could settle for you but..." He trailed off, leaving the end of his sentence hanging in the air.

"It's a rough world out there. I can't guarantee your safety if you come with me. And if we get mobbed by wolves, and I can't protect you, what will Afaede do without their future king? Perhaps you should consider the grand scheme a little more carefully.

"If, however, I leave with Princess Namyna, as was initially planned, my own head rests on her safety. She won't come to any serious harm, 'least before I do. I'm no politician, but if you ask me, it would be best for your kingdom if my plan goes off without a hitch, and you let me tie you up to that pillar there for the night."

As he finished speaking to Brelan, Gareth turned his head to face the Princess for what was, hopefully, the last nail in his plans. "Maybe you see reason, Princess? I don't have reason to hurt your brother if you come with me."

[User]
"And if I refuse your offer?" Brelan snarled. His fists clenched, clearly torn. He wasn't about to let this man just waltz out with his sister, no matter the threats he managed to give. Part of him hoped that the longer they kept him occupied, the better their chances of being found by any of the guards. "Who sent you for her?"

Namyna on the other hand, felt her worry and impatience growing in equal amounts. Did it matter who sent him? Fear settled in her gut, but it did little help to think of the intentions of who had sent for her if it meant sending someone heavily armed to the castle. They were without help, and running out of options. If nothing else, getting the man alone would give her additional chances for escape without fear of her brother being harmed.

"I'll go with you," Namyna suddenly blurted out, making her brother go wide-eyed.

"No, you aren't," Brelan growled, taking a sudden step forward, prepared to attack.

[Assistant]
Damn. I was so close to getting out of this clean. Nothing is ever that easy.

Wiping his free hand wearily down his face, Gareth sighed. "Alright, kids. I'm short on time and short on patience. If you can't come to an agreement nicely, then I have to make the decision for you. Young Prince, if you think that you can keep me busy long enough for your sister to escape, you're making a mistake. But... if you insist on trying to fight me, well," he turned to Namyna before continuing, "it might do the lady well to stick around and make sure I don't do any lasting harm. Broken bones and a cracked skull is no joke, I hope you know. You probably don't believe me, but I really don't want to hurt you any more than I have to."

As his second hand returned to its place on his sword, Gareth bent his knees, ready to pursue Namyna if she tried to flee, while simultaneously preparing to deal with Brelan if he charged forward. Of course, the former was his priority, and he was confident in his size, enough to bowl the prince over if it turned out that he had to chase the princess. In this low stance, Gareth began slowly advancing forward. His goal was to separate the two siblings if possible, or at least to get within arm's reach of Namyna. If he had to incapacitate the both of them, he could, but either way, it was clear that he needed to get out sooner rather than later. If they wouldn't act, he would force their hand. And if they did act, he would react. It hardly mattered which came first.

[User]
Namyna had to think fast. She had gotten Brelan into this horrific mess, and she would be damned if she didn't get him out too. She mentally cursed her brother's innate need to protect her, instead of acting logically for the kingdom. Granted, she wasn't particularly different in that aspect, but damnit, he was supposed to be the future king! She sighed, frustrated, and stood slowly and unsteadily to her feet. Her hands gripped her gown as she glared at the assailant.

"You're not taking her," the prince snarled, and before Namyna could stop him, he lunged toward the armed man.


[System]
Alias: Supergirl
Age: 24
Personality: Quirky on the outside. Emotional and concerned on the inside. Wise, yet still having a lot to learn. Self-sacrificing.
Archetype: Half-alien, half-human
Powers:
- Flight
- Superhuman strength, endurance and speed.
- Super hearing is still only a fracture of its full potential.
- Heat vision
- Tactile telekinesis. The ability to enhance the powers of her Kryptonian heritage. Whether it's her strength or speed, she can boost her own philology and abilities. Besides that, she is also able to create force fields around people and objects, as well as lift things with her mind. However, her telekinesis has fail in certain instances, as it is powered by her feelings.

Weaknesses:
(X-ray simply never blossomed ☹ )

- Kryptonite. It will leave her much more vulnerable. And yet: Since Lara is only half Kryptonian, it does not have the same crippling effect on her, as it did her farther.

- Since much of Lara's strength comes from her emotional state, messing with her mind can result in her only having her core strength.

Appearance:

Wearing a smooth, white, sleeveless shirt that visually resembles the surface of a drysuit. However, in actuality it's Inertron, molded into a rubber-like substance. On her chest she now sports a golden S . The same molded material is used for her form fit pants. Having embraced more of her alien heritage, she now wears neither socks nor shoes, as cold does not affect her much anyway.

Character Evolution: Lara has accepted her role as Supergirl, and the fact that normality is not a luxury she can ask for. However, that urge for normality will still show itself from time to time, and Lara still has room to grow in that department, before she is complete. A fear of hurting those she care about (or the entire world) is a fear she has had to juggle, since the first time she experienced her telekinesis failing her. Because if her powers can fail her, they can also backfire. Trusting her powers completely and rising up to take her father's place will be part of her journey. Since his death she has been hesitant to let people get close, as she feels she needs to focus on being a strong leader. Lowering her guard in that department is yet another chance to evolve, but she would need someone very special.

Altered History: In this version Lara has only called herself Supergirl after her father died. And has only worn the S on her chest since then also. This version has also carried a wig her entire life, just in case she would need to get into the crime fighting business some day. Also made her a bit older.

Recommended Background Leaguer:  J'onn J'onzz

BRIEF Bio:
Lara's birth was long and difficult. In fact, doctors weren't even sure Lois Lane was going to make it. For the first time ever, the Man of Steel was helpless to save the woman he loved. Yet in the end she pulled through and gave them both a beautiful, little girl.
There was no disagreement on how they should raise her: First they taught Lara to be human. Then they taught her to be super. This initiative carried over to her teen years, as she would go to great lengths just to feel like everyone else. Though her parents did their best to teach her to respect, but not fear her powers, they ultimately failed.
Her telekinesis, and how she was able to develop it, was a mystery to everyone. In time, they came to accept that there was no other explanation than the conditions were right, and it happened. It stands as proof that even after aliens have visited Earth there's still some mystery left. Lara Kent is simply a force that just is.
Like her farther, she can wear nice outfits and still not be afraid to get her hands dirty. And like her mother, she can enjoy the simple things in life.
Though really smart, she never had many friends. It was as if everyone knew she was a little different. Her occasional awkward behavior reflects her lack of social skills, but then again: Sometimes her one-liners are spot on.

When Lara learned her father wished for her to join the Justice League, she threw aside all dreams and desires to live a normal life. A choice that caused her great dread. However, in time – when she saw the tears of happiness on people, she'd saved – she came to appreciate the difference she was making.

One day the seas were a stir, and the earth shook. Then the world ended. At least for a moment it did. The man, Lara had loved and admired her whole life, was killed right in front of her. She hadn't even been there and only managed to show up to see him die. Her own father, the Superman.
The entire planet mourned, but none more than Lara. Each day the world would cry out that it needed another Superman, and each day Lara stayed indoors. Until she didn't. Until she mounted the stage before she was ready. Rebelled against all the caring people that asked her to grieve. And she told the world that Superman's symbol would yet again be shown and bring hope. And only the daughter could rise to take her father's place. With the weight of the symbol placed on her shoulders, she might never experience the normality she ones strode to achieve, and the world is all the better for it.

A few weeks ago, Lara experienced one instance where her telekinesis completely failed her. Yet having the occurrence repeat itself is not what she fears most. No, if her powers can fail because of a lack of confidence, they might also be able to backfire, maybe tenfold. How many people would be hurt if that ever happened? How many cities? How many countries? These concerns only feed her doubts and the growing nightmares she had experienced since the Superman fell.

 Sample Post:
A musty smell of wet concrete spread across Lara's room. Even after 15 minutes of digging, she was still finding new gravel to remove from her hair after her fight with Solomon Grundy.
Sitting there, with her muscles aching and her heartbeat drumming in her ear, she almost didn't register J'onn entering. Even after having been trapped in a burning building, he still carried himself with a certain smoothness and dignity. A true member of the Justice League.

"Here to check up on me? Doctor already cleared me. Peek condition, I believe he called it." Lara put on a smile that she already knew wouldn't be convincing.

"I know. But I thought you might need a friend to have a look too," J'onn explained, his cape flying gracefully even without wind.

"Pretty sure everybody, including Grundy's nose, would say I won the fight."

"Indeed you did. Yet victory is not what I see when …" He stopped, cleared his throat and gave a look of embarrassment. "I am sorry, Lara, I shouldn't pry. Forgive an old-"

 "No, no, I value your council," she interrupted.
Though flying was faster, she always preferred to use her body to stand up in these situations. The human way to move, like her mother did.
"Please, go on," she asked J'onn, now standing up and showing a more honest exterior.

"Every day I see you hurting, and I wonder: Is that truly what your father would have wanted?"

"What do you mean?"

"You carrying a reminder of your loss around. His mark, the S. You already carry so much. Would Clark have wanted you to force such a heavy burden onto your shoulders also?"

Looking down on the symbol on her chest brought all the memories back of that frightful day, yet Lara did look as she spoke: "Dad would have wanted to live. To experience me growing up."

"And you have. Maybe too soon."

"Doesn't exist. There is no too soon. Not in this case."

"Why not?"

"Because someone needs to wear this. To do what he did. Inspire like he did," Lara argued. Not with hostility, but passion. She pointed to the symbol, that had been past on to her. "This… This makes a mugger think twice before he acts. This keeps the robbers away from wherever the sun touches. This makes the scared stand up and be brave. It keeps the doomed holding on to hope when all seems lost, and it keeps the corrupt looking over their backs."

[User]
Warden takes a break from his computer, wheeling his chair so that he can look out the window. It was endless, the cascade of tragedies - human and environmental. He could only do so much. He was proud of his most recent ventures - he was truly coming into his own as an agent of the Justice League. After solving a string of murder cases in Washington State (some guy merged with an alien symbiote - fortunately, it was sound sensitive, otherwise he would have had no real way to stop it), he traveled to the amazon, and worked on taking down some of the illegal logging operations. He felt kinda bad doing it - these men didn't have a lot of other choices for their lives - but the life of the planet was worth even more than theirs were. Besides, it's not like they'd be in jail for long. Or at all. He grunted in annoyance. He really needed to start going after the corporations; they were the ones encouraging these violations most of the time. Problem is they had protections. Protections that might involve ...extralegal methods... to ensure that they didn't just get right back off stock free.

Sometimes he understood the villains...

His alarm went off, shaking him from his thoughts. Pulling out his phone, he enjoyed David Bowie's "Fame" for a few more seconds before shutting it off. He had gone over Negative Man's list, but it was, as usual, marginally useful at best. The sugar supply was far from the most important issue they had going on. He was far more concerned with the fact that the bots they use for training were dangerously vulnerable targets in the event of a breach of Tower security. It was a weird thought for him to have - usually not that tech minded - but he woke up the other day fully convinced of it. He sighed, grunting as he got up. It was nice to take the morning off after being back for the first time in a few weeks, but it'd be good to get back to business.

He wandered down to the meetingroom, glad to see that near everyone was already there. He leaned against a wall and took up his usual place; on the edge of conversation, listening. He was especially interested in how the new members integrated themselves into the group.

[Assistant]
Aurora belonged to the city. She acknowledged and understood the benefits of living with other heroes, but she refused them. The benefits existed, that much was sure, but she believed that her time would be better fit living among civilians. Within the city she could go on patrol whenever she could, planting fear in people who dared to even think that she wasn't there. Not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth Aurora still accepted the free room.

This particular day, the same day that the heroes are to have their weekly luncheon and meeting Aurora was already in her room. The day before, she and her husband had an argument. Beloved and awe-inspiring as they were as a couple they still needed their independence and days away from each other. Some nights are better than others, yesterday was bad. Healthy is what she thought about last night, couples fight.

Aurora's night post-feud was filled with booze. Requesting a boom tube right after buying a bottle of wine, which disappeared soon after she entered her room in the Metro Tower, her night turned into day without much effort. One moment she was in her room with one glass, next she was puking up and hungry for something greasy, a hangover she figured.

Hunger was well on its own way to ravishing her body by the time she was presentable enough for public viewing. Her destination was the meeting room, but on the way she'd stop by and get some food, something greasy and filling. Something she hoped would not feel too bad in the event that she had to puke. Hope was also something attached to feelings and thoughts related to shame over the fact that she had a hangover in the first week of work.

Aurora was still new, she didn't want to be "That Girl"
TM
, but the heroes inclined towards detection would know. The young hero's self-esteem wouldn't be affected by what's happening, but at the same time she believed that first impressions are important and a hangover version of herself wasn't as appeasing as her normal mode. Nonetheless she'd have to deal with it, and so did everyone else. She was here to stay and prove herself, and that means working with someone who has a hangover.

[User]
Being an alien with super hearing, Lara sure let a lot of people sneak up on her. Her eyes moved off the crushing image of a Humvee, parked upside down inside a diner, as she addressed the white mask of Kitsune.
"Oh hey, Kitsune. Well, just pondering what we could have done better. Trying to learn from it, I guess. I kinda believe the moment we stop improving, we all cease to be great. And we need to. We are the reason some people even get up in the morning. So … I ponder."

Kitsune glanced at the paper Supergirl was reading and sighed. She may not know Supergirl that much, but she kind of understood her personality even in their short time together as co-Leaguers. She also understood why the girl felt this way: being the only daughter of the Superman himself, it's only natural for her to step up and take the stand as Earth's next most powerful superhero.

She turned her whole attention to Supergirl. "You know, it's not bad to always think of ways on how you can improve as a hero to save everyone. I'm sure all of our predecessors did that too, including Superman", Kistune paused, thinking how she can properly say it to the heroine without trying to offend her. "Shikashinagara, the hard part about that is even if we are the most powerful being in the world, we can never save anyone all the time nor can we prevent any deaths that'll happen in the future. All I'm saying is, don't beat yourself up on thinking about being the perfect hero all the time. Think about your sake every once in a while.

"Besides, that is why you're in the Justice League", Naomi added as she waved at the others around her. "Even if you can't be anywhere at once to save lives then it just means one of us is already there doing the job. Don't stress yourself, Supergal, watashitachi wa anata no senaka o eta. We got your back", Naomi said while shouldering Supergirl teasingly.

"Maybe." Lara did a slow 360 of the room, loosened up just a tiny bit, then added: "Thanks."