[System]
* Age: 17
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: "Hey there, wanna share some pocky?" Chie is on the short side of average height for a Japanese girl of her age.
* Personality: Chie is a very laid-back and relaxed person. She's difficult to anger or annoy, and really all she wants to do is spend time with friends and play her music. Chie loves music, so much so that she joined Akiyama-Kreuz's light music club as soon as she learned that one existed. Chie is very friendly, and loves to meet new people and talk with them. She's such a smooth and even-tempered girl that it's difficult to imagine her getting angry for any reason. She is also very fond of sweet things, and is nearly always carrying some kind of snack on her, which she's very eager to share. To say Kudou Chris eats a lot of snacks would be something of an understatement. In spite of her very laid-back and cool attitude, Chie is not impossible to anger. It takes quite a bit, but deriding her family or friends is a good way to get her angry.
* Skills: Chie is fond of baking, which she is quite good at, and she can also play the electric guitar quite well. She likes playing slow, relaxed songs, or basically the polar opposite with bombastic alternative rock anthems. She is also a decent singer. Chie is, rather surprisingly, capable at streetfighting, though mostly in avoiding blows and hitting tender areas by surprise.
* Brief Backstory: Chie was born into family who had only recently gained enough money to get by due to their volunteering for the Receiver Creation Program. While this was of great benefit for them, some children felt it was cause to bully Chie. As she grew up, she became something of a delinquent, spending late nights out and shirking her duties as a student during Junior High. She even got in fights. But, during her last year in Junior High, something changed. Someone intervened, a girl who never told Chie her name. They had a long talk, and spent an entire day together. Afterwards, Chie got into music, changed her ways, and adopted a more relaxed and friendly attitude, bringing it with her to Akiyama-Kreuz.
* Tuner: Needs Pairing

[User]
Suniyama Sakie

The girl's body shook heavily from the boy's acceptance, trembling as though she had been bearing a great burden that had just disappeared and was now trying to adjust to the newfound lightness. Upon her straightening up, Naoki would find that tears were falling down from her eyes in torrents. It was probably the first time someone saw such a blatant display of "tears of happiness", so great was the martial artist's determination to be the best partner that she was moved to such an extent. "I won't let you down and will strive my best to be the best partner I can be! If I ever do so, I'll run around the academy grounds ten times with rocks tied to my back!" And now it was clearly shown that the girl had very strange ideas on how to interact with people due to her eccentric upbringing.

[Assistant]
Keiji Kojuro

It was strange how Momo could promote the craziest of ideas, yet still be able to analyze every other scenario with 100% rationality. "You're probably right," Keiji said, not bothering to argue for his speech coverup conspiracy, knowing full well that there was no causal relationship between the two things. As they unpacked, he watched in awe at the sheer number of Teddy Bears that Momo had managed to bring along with her. Every year, it was a spectacle to see a normal-sized suitcase open up into an entire ursine civilization. By now, Keiji wasn't surprised that she filled her entire living space with stuffed animals, but he still wondered how she got them all in there.

Keiji's luggage, on the other hand, was sparse at best. He had a few sets of clothes, which he would simply wash and cycle through in a predictable fashion, last years leftover stationary supplies, including the only half-filled notebook that he used for all of last years classes and might fill up this year if he tried, and an mp3 player with several sets of ear buds, because those things would inevitable break. He was unpacked within a few minutes, and flopped down on his bead to watch Momo meticulously place her bears in a fashion that only she could understand. "I'm gonna take a nap," he said, apparently unsatisfied with the nap he took during the speech. "Let me know if you need a hand with anything."

[User]
Yukimura Yuri

"Yeah, it is," the taller of the two responded, adjusting the last picture and dropping down onto her bed. Clothing could wait until tonight; it wasn't like she was going to be getting changed any time soon, "Think we'll end up getting a place together? We need to stay closer than normal..."

One of the downsides of the intricacy of their partnership was how reliant Yuri found herself on it. Not as much of a problem when they shared a room and went to the same classes but when the time came to move into the wider world... well, that was a bridge to cross when they got nearer to the end of the year. For now, she was just going to lie back and not head until that check-in until the last possible moment.

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Oshiro Momo

"Mmm," the odd girl said, saving her breath and not really giving much of an answer; it wasn't like she was unaware of how long she could stretch out a simple 'okay'. Better to save her breath and arrange her companions the same way as at home, a task requiring a rather bizarre amount of focus: rather than memorise the pattern, she just kept the rules. Though the end result looked random, it was simply a quirk of sorting them by theme--based on the literary genre each would correspond to, then arranged by size. The result, with the homemade outfits, was rather confusing when you got police bunched next to a madman and a strangely bat-festooned outfit.

[Assistant]
Retcon powers activate!

Sean McAster

Sean took one look at the list, and immediately took the path of least resistance.
"Rozmonda Arensdorf" he shouted, sticking his arm into the air. "Calling Rozmonda Arensdorf! Sean McAster to Rozmonda Arensdorf!" He began walking through the crowd, searching for his partner.

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Akeya Kagura

Determined to be more dignified that running around and shouting, Kagura searched for her partner more quietly. At last she spotted a girl with short, dark hair whose face actually matched the picture of her partner. She had withdrawn from the main riot to the back of the room, and so Kagura push through the crowd, mummurring apologies as she went.
"Hello? Kougami Mari? My name is Akeya Kagura, I believe we are partners. Pleased to meet you." Kagura said with a small bow when she finally reached the girl.

[User]
>world line shift!

Mari Kougami

The girl who presented herself in front Mari seemed to be dignified enough to her; that clean-cut traditional atmosphere that she seemed to emanate seemed to scream 'yamato nadeshiko' to her. It was... Admittedly rare for this day and age, and so Mari took a moment to figure out the best way to respond in turn. Glancing at the monitors above her head for a moment to confirm Kagura's statement (which just so happened to be correct, thankfully enough), Mari cleared her throat and bowed in turn.

"Akeya Kagura? It's a pleasure to meet you." Mari responded in turn before standing upright again, tossing a few glances around the room to note how most of the crowd had dissipated by this point in time. "I'm in your care."

With this statement, Mari took a moment to note all the little things here and there that might give away any semblance of a facade from her. Was there anything to show that it was an act? Tone of speech? Subtle movements? Hopefully, she was simply overthinking things, but... It never hurt to be sure.

[Assistant]
Akeya Kagura
Kagura was internally relieved at Ms. Kougami's pleasant response. Maybe she had been worried over nothing?
"Please, call me Kagura, Ms. Kougami. Would you mind if we headed to our room now? Its rather loud in here."

[User]
Mari Kougami

Having found nothing out-of-place by her partner's demeanor, Mari let herself relax and nodded in turn. It would do no good for her to be so worked up, and even worse if she picked up on her earlier wariness.

"If that's really okay with you..." Mari trailed off, nodding at her newfound partner's openness to her. She had expected a more condescending person, to be quite honest, but this was perfectly fine with her.

"Then Kagura it is. And yes, I think that returning to our rooms would probably save us some headache. I have to say, though, that I don't particularly know the way, so unless you do, we might accidentally... Get lost if we're not paying attention."

Well, bluntness worked. Though it was more a test of competence than anything, Mari hoped that Kagura would provide some spark of intrigue to her in the near future. This was just the first step, yes, but it was certainly better than nothing.

[Assistant]
Akeya Kagura

"Of course, I don't mind at all." Kagura assured her partner. "And, um," she said, starting to fiddle with her fingers, "if you don't mind either, may I call you Mari, Ms. Kougami?" Kagura bit her lip, hoping she wasn't being too forward. "And yes, I have a map, so I know the way. Now where did I put it?" Kagura started digging through her bag as she awaited Ms. Kougami's response.

[User]
Mari Kougami

"...Ah?"

Though he should have seen it coming, Kagura's question caught Mari off-guard. 'Of course she would ask that!' Mari scolded herself internally before nodding in agreement towards her partner.

"Though I feel it's a bit sudden for the usual formalities to be tossed away so quickly, that suggestion is fine. In truth, I still feel a bit apprehensive about referring to you by a first-name basis, but..." she trailed off before shaking her head.

"No, it's fine. And if you have a map, then the problem may as well not exist."

Kagura's preparedness was, at least to some degree, relaxing to Mari. She had seen many a student without any items on their person, which, in all honesty, could quite easily backfire. Though her partner's reaction was relatively normal, Mari made sure to not judge any further than from what had been 'given' to her, so to speak. Life was always full of surprises, after all...

[Assistant]
Akeya Kagura

Kagura went rigid.

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit! SHIT!

She'd screwed it up. She'd screwed up big time. She'd been way too forward, and now Ms. Kougami was uncomfortable with her.

"No, no, its not fine; I'm so terribly sorry." Kagura said, bowing deeply. "Please, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, by all means refer to me however you please, and I will refer to you in whatever way you feel the most comfortable with! I'm so very sorry, please forgive my rudeness." Kagura pleaded while continuing to dig for the map.

[User]
Mari Kougami

Kagura's immediate... Well, groveling... Was... Quite... Sudden, if anything. Certainly not the reaction Mari had expected. No, certainly not. Of all the ways to react, freaking out and bending her back to her own will...?
Was there something that happened in this girl's childhood that could've messed with her that badly to cause this? A byproduct of her personality? Something entirely different?

Well, either way, she had to diffuse the situation fast, before her partner had a complete nervous breakdown.

"N-nonono. it's fine, it's fine. You don't have to go out of your way to accommodate me, after all. It wouldn't sit well with me." Mari said quickly shaking her head in disapproval. "But, honestly, there's no need to act the way you are right now. I just suggested that we let the relationship develop naturally than force i-"

...
Oh.
Well.
That statement might have been a mistake.

[Assistant]
Akeya Kagura

Kagura blushed traffic light red. S-so it was like that. Well, Ms. Kougami was kind of cute, even if she wasn't exactly her type...No! She needed to respond, before this became unbearably awkward!

"Um, uh, well, that's fine. I-I wasn't really...I was looking forward to having a good relationship with my partner, but...I didn't think...I don't mind, girls are fine too...and having a relationship develop naturally regardless of its intimacy is good...its just...um...I look forward to getting to know you, Mari!" Kagura blurted out, finally managing coherency. "A-ah! Here's the map!" she said, pulling the sought-after piece of paper out of her bag. "We should head to our room now!"

There was a brief pause.

"To unpack! To unpack our things!" Kagura clarified.

[User]
Getting a place together... wow, that was something Chie had never thought about before, she had to be honest. But it was true. Yuri relied on her abilities a lot more then the average Tuner did. She did know that the school tended to strongly push for graduates to live near one another. After all, the bond forged in the Academy was intended to be something lifelong. It was built to give them someone they trusted and knew well to be an outlet for their abilities, in a Receiver's case, or who allows them to use their abilities, in a Tuner's case. But this time... well, Chie was the reason Yuri had arms.

"... I guess I never thought about that before," she said, mostly to herself. After a few minutes of idle silence, Chie realized that there was another matter at hand. Leaning forward, one finger prodded Yuri's cheek.

"Don't go falling asleep on me. We still have things to do today."


[System]
Nickname: Jabber or Phazer
Age: Doesn't know, doesn't care
Gender: Male, usually
Species: Shapeshifter, natural form, Jabberwocky
Abnormality: He's a shape shifting nightmare, and can phaze though matter at will. (Like Flash)
Other: Sunlight burns him, and he fears vorpal (Magically sharp) weapons.
Room #: (To be decided later)
Appearance(s):

[User]
Joey was standing in front of the building, taking a good look at it before heading inside to find his room. It didn't take him long since he was in room 1. He entered the room once he found it. He chose the other side of the room. His dog, Ash was sitting next to the window, watching him as he sat on the bed.

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Price walked inside the building and went down the corridor of bedrooms. He stopped at room 20 and went inside. After choosing his side of the room, he sat on the bed and placed his guitar beside him.

[Assistant]
The alarm clock was well past noon. Or, well, probably anyways. If it was even set correctly in the first place. Though he was only halfway on the bed, Daymienne was soundly passed out. He twitched a little in his sleep and muttered something. It wasn't until the sunlight from the window became an intense glare on his face that he finally opened his eyes. The daemon continued to lay there for several moments, remaining motionless. He debated back and forth about whether he should go back to sleep or if he wanted to get up. He raised his head and looked over at the other shape in the bed,

"Hey, Kludd, is today the first day or was that yesterday? Maybe it was tomorrow. Actually, I don't even know," He stretched and scooted over closer to his boyfriend.

[User]
Kludd had been awake, but just barely. He'd been up for a while, but having to climb over Daymienne to get up sounded like too much work, so he'd just been laying there, still half asleep. Suddenly the mostly lifeless form beside him decided to stir, and Daymienne asked him a question that he absolutely could not figure out the meaning of.

"...What?" Was the only thing he could manage as a response. He rolled onto his side and wrapped an arm and a wing around Daymienne.

[Assistant]
Kassandra stepped into the school with nothing but a jug of water and a few sets of clothes. She weaved around other people as she tried to follow the map she was sent. "Let's see. 13.... 14... 15, aha." She unlocked her door with the old-looking key, and stepped inside. One side of the room looked like a normal bedroom. The other side had a pool set into the floor, and she could smell the clean saltwater.

"How nice for someone to think of me." She set down her things, debated going for a brief rest but thought against it. Then she locked up her room and went to wander the grounds.

[User] Phazer walks inside the mansion, and begins looking for the desk to get a key.

[Assistant] Daymienne rolled his eyes, "I was asking if today was the first day for the new kids at the mansion," he smiled as he noticed Kludd had wrapped his wing around him, "but you obviously don't care about the new kids, judging how you didn't realize they were coming."

[User] "I just didn't know what you were asking," he mumbled, moving to press himself even closer to Daymienne, "you just asked if it was the first day- the first day of what? Could have been anything. How was I to know?"

[Assistant] Phazer stretches, and begins changing his form, twisting into a large black monster.

[User] Kassy was still wandering, looking for someone to talk to. It was strange to be among so many other exiles. Maybe here, among those who had been tossed out, she could find peace.

[Assistant] He looks up at Kassy, and twists his form into that of a tall, well dressed teen, with dark, almost black eyes.

[User] Kassy looked at the strange creature who stood before her, and watched him (him?) twist into a human form. "Ooh, that's a lovely trick. I am doing something a bit like that. What's your name?"

[Assistant] He hisses slightly, like a bad lisp. "Phazzzer." He licks his lips, trying to get used to that from of speaking. "My. Name is. Phazer."

[User] Kassy took notice of his odd speech, but ignored it. There were supposed to be all types in this mansion, after all. "Hi Phazer. I'm Kassandra." She wasn't quite sure what to say, having no one to talk to where she came from. "Are you excited to be here?"

[Assistant] He nods. "Sorry for my. Broken speech. Thisss isn't my language."

[User]
Joey decided to come out of his room and wander the halls.

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Price was still in his room, softly playing his guitar.

[Assistant]
Dragon

Kassy nods a bit. "That's okay. I understand." She smiled brilliantly. "I wonder where they keep the food here."

[User] He begins rippling again, and turns into a creature much like a dog, but huge, and he begins smelling around for food.

[Assistant] "Oh, that really is wonderful that you can do that. I Can only take one extra form and it's not that impressive." Kassy watched him sniff around.

[User] He turns into a tall shadow.

[Assistant] Kassy craned her neck to look at him. "Ooh! What is this form for?"

[User] "Stealth for the most part."

[Assistant] "I see." Kassy willed her illusions, and just like that, she disappeared. "I'll be stealthy with you."

[User] He drifts into a shadow, and vanishes. "Want to expler?" He pauses, confused. "Explory? Explori? What was that word...?"

[Assistant] "The word is explore." Kassy said helpfully, her voice coming from nowhere. "And yes, I would."

[User] "Great! Let's go then." He begins sneaking though the darkness.


[System]
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Heroes
U.J Principal
Enterprise

Homeroom Teacher
Specter

Class A Students

Torrent
Caith Sith

Repulsa Libre
Vigilance

The Sealer
Nightwatch

Arsenal
Power Prawn

Ancient Marionette
Life Light

Ray
Phase

The Disappeared & Etc
Hex
Show-Stopper
Supernova
Unlimited
Vulcan
Noctera
Tropica
Arachne
Antartica
Upgrade
Avalanche
Heavenbound
Remorie

League of Villains

Leader
Noxious

Corvus
Marionetta
Animus
Dealer
Ushi-Oni
Hades

Defeated, Caught or Other
Sharkman
Jack The Ripper
Anarchy Red
Wonderland
Big Shot

[User]
Peter gave Gabby a bitter sweet smile as she mentioned coming here to visit the others. More guilt. Frankly he didn't feel his jokes were really working even for himself. He just tried his best not to look angry about it. "Yeah of course. And... Thanks." Peter followed Gabby into the hospital to visit the others. Peter was told that they were in rooms near his, and he was meaning to go visit them himself once he had calmed his nerves. But he was still nervous right now. It just hurt his head thinking about what to say or do. How could he convince them to stay strong and keep their chin up when he's barely able to convince himself? He doesn't want them to think he's weak.

Peter followed Gabby silently up to the rooms. The whole time he was trying to think and brainstorm what to say to the others, to try and lift their spirits. Something heroic, something deep and meaningful. He wanted to bust out his cellphone and look up lines, scripts, anything that could help. But words were just going in and out of his head making meaningless phrases that felt plastic and artificial. There wasn't any true emotions behind them just things he felt he was suppose to say because that's what heroes do. And then Peter saw Freya.

Poor Freya. She's had bad luck pretty much for as long as Peter has seen her. He wasn't even sure if he could blame Abby for it, but it certainly didn't help. Peter has heard and seen a lot of embarrassing and disappointing things that happened to her that made him both pity and worry about her. But how she felt must've been worse. She knows how klutzy she's been and how badly it affects her ability as a hero. He could tell from her face that like Peter, she was suffering over her own shortcomings. He understood. Peter didn't know what to do or say as a hero, but he knew what he wanted to do.

Walking over to Freya, Peter gave her a soft, gentle hug around the shoulders. He wished he could say something cool to encourage her, but as soon as he tried he started crying. He gritted his teeth; he didn't want to show weakness. But right now he just wanted show that he cared. "Freya. Thank god you're alive." He didn't have anything else to say. He didn't have an answer to the questions he was asking himself. But ultimately he wanted everyone to be alright. They might be hurting now but they're here and that's all that should matter.

@LuckyBlackCat

[Assistant]
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Renard tried to help, but he didn't know what to say. His hands stil hurt from the wounds the glass made in them so his fingers were not very helpful with picking up the crumbs or sliding them off into his hand. His voice caught in his in his throat. Unsure what he could say to apologize even more for making her scared of him. He knew she didn't mean anything by it, but for some reason he felt like a knife stabbed in him the gut. Freya was probably one of his closest friends that he made. He had started driving her too and from school for the passed couple weeks now. He had a sudden worry that she would not want to do that anymore.

Before he could apologize once again she spoke up. He looked to the bag and was going to say thank you once more. But she suddenly stopped, moving away and out of the room quickly. F-Fre…. he tried to call out. Reaching towards her… But she was gone.

Could she really not stand him anymore? Just being nice to be nice? His shoulders slumped and he let out a long sigh. He limped over to the closet and pulled out his bag, which had his change of clothes in it. Slowly changing into them, he suddenly realized after pulling his shirt on, it was slightly discolored and grainy. Remembering the other time he hurt freya. Closing his eyes he brushed his shirt off of the salt and went over to the table with the bag of half crushed chips and slipped it into an outer pocket of his backpack.

He started for his door when he heard a knock, a man introduced himself to Renard, saying he worked for Sofia's family. Handing him a letter and saying she would fully recover, at a different hospital. Renard sighed with some relief. But confused on why he said sorry. As the man left, he opened the letter slowly.

A mixture of emotion fluttered acrossed renards face, a small smile at her apologizing for her penmanship. Which he didn't even notice because it was so much better than his normal one. To surprise, anger, worry, and sadness. The fact she told him not to see her, as well as the fact she wouldn't be coming back to school.

She went on to explain how much she changed, and grew. Something he had seen even in these short few weeks. Something he admired about her, being a 'Lady' from a rich family. She was not like any of the other "rich kids" he knew of. He was glad she still had her goal to become a hero despite what happened.

By the time he reached the part where she called them her heros. He started to cry, feeling ashamed of himself. He didn't feel like a hero, he couldn't protect her, nor freya, nor the others. Despite his training before he came to this school. He didn't deserve to be called her hero…

My little hero…

He started to cry even more as he heard his mother's voice in his head, he sat down on a chair that was near the door and covered his face with his hands. I'm not a hero…I can't protect anyone. No matter how hard I try.. Everyone I care about just gets hurt....

After a few moments he took a deep breath. And continued to read the last part… as if she almost knew he was doubting himself. He could hear a muffled memory of his mother's voice once again… it reminded him of something...but it was too deep to remember just yet.

He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. Look at him being so pathetic. Being so selfish and focused on himself. His friends were all hurt and he didn't even attempt to go see them. Just moping in his bed. His mother would be ashamed…

He slapped his cheeks and yelped in pain as his wounded hands and cheek stung extra long and worse. Being an idiot and forgetting about his injuries. He pushed himself up and decided to go find the others. Even if Freya didn't want to be near him…

He folded the letter and slipped it into his back pocket. He would also have to tell the others about Sofia.Once he would get his phone charged, he would have to call her.

He limped slightly through the halls, his right leg still tight from the muscle seizure from the day before. trying to figure out where Freya would have run off too. Would it have been back to her room? Or someone else's? It took a minute but he finally saw her, along with peter and gabby down at the other end of the hall. Peter hugging Freya.

He felt a slight pang of hurt, wanting to just take his right, and head out the exit. But he couldn't be that selfish. He slowly made his way down the hall, using the railing to help slightly.

[User]
With the sound of a door closing behind him, Oliver was now left in an empty Hospital corridor; alone with himself and his thoughts. What happened during the trip was not foreseeable, but he was left wondering of things could have been different. This was the third time he tried to speak to Sofia's parents, but as she wrote in the letter Hayes knew not the existence of - everything had been decided and set in stone. With a sigh he took off, turning a corner only to run into one particular person.

Mr. Sparks - and alone? Strange indeed as he seemed to be quite popular with his class mates. The thought of what happened came back ina flash, in the teacher's mind. Such an event would be hard to process for such young heroes in training, that much he knew. Parts of the fight had been vicious, people were hurt. To see his student limp forward like this... well, it was a metaphor in itself. Hayes did have a mind to go forward to speak to him. To tell Renard that he did good, as well as the others, to hold off as they did. In the face of real danger and hardship, they used everything they could to protect one another. He couldn't be more proud to have witnessed this - but he did not step forward.

A closer look down the hall, towards where Renard was heading, revealed more of Hayes' students. With a nod and the semblance of a smile, Hayes turned the other way. For the better or worse, they were a team now. He would address them in class.

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Later on that Saturday, as the sun was setting on San Francisco, a hooded person was making their way down a busy street near the docks of the city. People were running about, heading for whatever destinations they were bound to reach. The hooded figure's way brought her to a street heading in a poor part of the neighborhood and each steps she took, each corner she turned, seemed like it brought her in increasingly disfavored parts of the city until she entered a large building. The heavy metal doors closed behind her as she stepped in, echoing in the emptiness of this seemingly abandoned storage area. There was a few containers scattered about, left to dust and rust. Past those vestiges, towards the back, was a much larger iron container with a single window straight on top of it, a ray of sunlight aiming down on it; it had no visible openings, and no text written on it. It's large gate was shut tight, but a smaller door allowed entrance on it's side - this was where Noxious headed.

It took her close to a good minute to unlock the secured door and step it, closing it back behind her before she finally removed her hood. The inside of the container was nothing like the abandoned outside. It contained a concealed living area; small, but comfortable. The ceiling was a large window, allowing the sunlight in during the day. Everything was tidy to a fault. In the corner was a library full of books, some scattered on the small table close by. There was also a small one-place sofa near the table, in the opposing corner was a small kitchen beside which was the door from which Noxious just entered. To her right, a sleeping area complete with a bed, and a much younger boy laid on it, reading a book. The boy had left his book and sat up when he heard the woman get in.

"I did not expect you before next week?"

Without saying a word, Noxious stepped in the room and dropped a backpack she had been carrying on the small table, pushing the books aside, causing one or two to fall on the ground. From the bag she got some food out along with new books of varied topics; from fantasy to modern politics.

"I was nearby." she said, her purple, jaded eyes aiming down at the boy who was now picking up the books she caused to fall. Calmly, he put them back in the library, then took a look at the new books.

He sat at the Sofa, taking a look at the new books. He seemed to be no more than 15 years old, give or take. The boy had short, pale blonde hair and seemed very thin and weak. Part of it may have been due to bad nutrition, but everything also pointed to him having some sort of condition. "Have you changed the world yet?" He as if it was the most nonchalant thing ever. Noxious chuckled under her mask and she began putting away the food in the kitchen.

"On the day it happens, you'll go free."

"Like you freed our parents?"

If that comment was supposed to faze Noxious in any way, it failed. She finished refilling the kitchen, then headed back to the door, opening it and looking back at the boy before adding; "You know the answer to that." and the massive iron door closed shut on the little boy's existence.


[System]
Notable Parents: His uncle Auron
Age: 40 looks like he is in his early thirties.

Sex: Male

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Amber

Appearance: He wears the robes of a monk of Yevon, just like his uncle Auron. Though of course slightly different. He wears his haori in the same fashion as his Uncle, due to the fact he no longer is a Warrior Monk in Yevon. While in his forties he still has an extremely athletic healthy body as he spends his entire life devoted to the sword.

Weapon: katana
Armor: The blue shoulder guard on his left shoulder.

Biography: Maximus grew up with his little sister and his parents during the time of Sin. He and his sister had a uncle who was the role model for both of them, who later became a guardian for a shamed summoner. Despite this he and his sister adored him, though the same couldn't be said with his father and mother who were ashamed that Auron failed as a warrior monk of yevon after refusing to marry a daughter of another priest.

But this didn't affect him, he still wanted to be just like his uncle and became a warrior monk himself as early as he could. To help bring honor back to the family. Not too soon after he did this his little sister ran away from home, trying to meet up with their uncle somehow while on his pilgrimage. They never heard from her again. Maximus took this hard, because of how close he was to her. When able he would travel around to find any clues to her whereabouts. Only thing he could find out was that she was last seen by the calm lands with the chocobo Knights. After that nothing.

Ten years passed and lots of things changed. Maximus found out for himself the religion of Yevon was corrupt and left the fold. Just before Yuna took on her pilgrimage. He heard rumors of Auron appearing and spent his time following the trail, but was always a step behind them, and only to find out he passed on after defeating sin for the second and final time. Afterwards in the next twenty years he still looked for his sister, though he felt inside she was dead by now. So he traveled, doing the only thing he knew to do and that was to fight. He also still followed some teachings of Yevon, as it taught some good but he is not a believer. He is often confused with the legendary guardian since now getting older he looks like Auron did when traveling with Jecht and Braska. Often having to convince people he is not an unsent and the fact he uses a smaller Katana, not a heavy one like him. He currently works as a Body guard for hire.

Personality: He keeps quiet and to himself usually, he speaks when needed. He has made a few life long friends along the way of his story. He's also a ladies man, often going out of his way to help a woman, as it's his Achilles heal

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A lot of ruffling was heard near where the medical machina was, bits and bobs of metal tinkering or rolling about. "I just need a little..." A squeak was heard, followed by a bang. "And maybe some..." A click followed by a persistent fwoosh sound, emitted by a welding torch. The machina was good as new. "Finally!" Hey uh, this thing has a lot of medical stuff built in it, so you might want to use it if-" He picked up the machine and turned to see that a spell was already used to heal the injured girl. "Or uh. I guess I can convert some of this little guy's parts into like, a cool new bayonet or something. A hover bayonet! Yeah!"

The boy walked past the amazonian woman, placing the bot next to the girl on the bed. "So what's all this complaining about? You guys need to get over yourselves." He chuckled, moving the girl's legs. He placed the machina on the bed beside her and began dismantling it. He leaned over to the crying girl and opened his mouth to say something, but the tall burly woman who pinned him to the wall spoke up instead. Apparently there was a fight over a boy, or so it seemed from what was said. He chuckled as he continued digging out bolts and sawing metal plates off of the machina, leaving a fine silver dust that was harder to clean up then spilled glitter on the bed. "So what even happened to you guys? And why do you seem so focused on some amazing quest?" He grabbed the final piece he was looking for. The engine.

"GOT IT!" Sifen yelled, thrusting it into the air carrying the still warm engine. The thing was still pumping it's little pistons and the bot stopped it's mechanical whir. "Oh, and what's so special about this boy that you gotta argue about him for? Is it that guy that left? He wasn't that hot." The tinkerer began stripping more and more pieces off, tossing some he deemed useless onto the floor and brushing them under the bed. He stared into the tiny engine and hovering mechanisms he held in his hands, studying how they might tick. The engines he was used to were the big kind. A small beach's worth of metal shavings were forever embedded into the bed's sheets, and he grabbed the unconcious girl's leg again, returning it to it's original position.

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As Eva felt Alex's hand pat her head she looked up and sniffed.

"Hey, it's fine. It's not really your fault. It's mostly them, even if you did distract them, they still probably should of sent a letter or something. We were thinking they got eaten or something." Alex said, But before She could explain why she continued

"To be honest, we overreacted a little bit. I was mostly mad not being told anything from the beginning. Guess my fault for assuming it was just a simple adventuring. We were just jealous really. Probably. Just thought we'd be forgotten. Thought you and Gippal had a thing and was mad he decided not to tell me the good news and give me some sort of mental preparation. Men." Alex's voice lightened dramatically at this point."Well, glad you three decided to pay a visit. Ya know. Minus the chaos. Uh. I mean. Hey, just wished I coulda showed off more for the pretty girl they found Eh?"

"How about you rest a little? You used a lot of energy too right? I'll make sure one of these guys don't do anything weird and punch a fiend or Thane in the face if they try coming in here." Alex said before sitting down beside the bed, her back leaning against it.

The man who tried to steal the Machina apparently fixed it like he said he would, but suddenly dismantling it the bed with Naisha. That and the fact he kept on making commment's about what they talked about, even though it seemed he totally got the wrong impression She still found it rude how he was acting. She moved towards him as he was looking over the engine and hovering mechanism, though it more looked like hobbled. Alex was right she needed to rest. But she had do something. She suddenly slapped the mans hands, knocking the pieces onto the ground. "You sir are being extremely disrespectful and rude." She pointed her finger at him and said, "Who gave you the right to destroy this mans Machina? After all even though Naisha does not need it, it can still be useful to all those people still injured outside."  She narrowed her eyes as her voice sounded like a mother scolding a child. "And making all that racket with this poor girl trying to rest on her bed? You march your butt out of here mister and Make it up to Cas and all those who still in need."

She was sure Alex would do something as well, as she was very protective of her friend. She moved back to a chair and fell into it, Her body begging for sleep. As Alex shooed all the men away and left the three girls alone Eva said tiredly "Alex...they never stopped talking about you guys... they were always looking to come back... especially after what they went through. I mean I've heard so much about how you play from Gippal telling stories of games, I felt like I've seen you play already." She waved her hand lazily,"I mean other than today.

She closed her red eyes for a moment and opened them again, "Also please dont be too hard on Urick... As I found out he doesn't say much, but when he fights he acts way differently. All I know is that he cares alot for you." She smiled as she wiped the final tears from her eyes left over. "He never said it, but when ever your name was brought up he perked up. It's quite cute actually." She said as she closed her eyes again, only after a moment Alex could hear her heavy slow breathing as she fell asleep

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Alex sighed before turning her blue eyes onto the strange thief. Growling angrily as he dared to decide to use Naisha's bed as a workbench and even touching her. Standing up immiedietly, anger flaring as she felt her protectiveness kick in, she was about to make a swing at him out of sheer instinct but stopped as Eva acted first. Smacking the man's hands and forcing him to drop the materials. Before promptly scolding him over the rudeness of his actions and words.

Taking a deep breath in and out, the tall woman tried to calm down. Getting into a brawl wouldn't be good for Naisha or Eva. She had to stay calm for their sake at least. Glaring at the man, watching for him to try anything else on the summoner she was in charge to protect. Really, why did someone always assumed she liked Gippal? She didn't even understand why so many girls liked the guy. It's a wonder if people can't be just friends and care for them just as much as lovers do.

"You heard the lady. Out. Now. All of you. Thanks to you, I've got to clean the bed and while I'm at it, her clothes. So no guys, you go do whatever outside. Kill a fiend or two. Go help the thousands of people injured from the crazed fiend attack. Whatever. If you try coming in again without knocking, I'm crushing all your toys." Alex growled, her hands pushing the three males in the room out the door before slamming it shut. Looking around briefly before grabbing a bookcase, pushing it in front of the door with relative ease.

Wiping her hands together, she moved over to the materials, picking up a piece of equipment from the Machina. It looked like the engine. Alex was a bit tempted to crush it in her fist but decided against it and simply set it down on the counter of a desk. Just in case he tried coming back, she might threaten to smash the thing he was after just to get him to shut up and leave Naisha and Eva alone.

Giving another sigh and irritated grumble, Alex started looking through cabinets, looking for any spare blankets. Finding some, the red head took them out and started looking for other things and found a shirt and a pair of black shorts. These would do she supposed. Alex would of run to Naisha's house, but she wasn't willing to leave these two on their own, with completely strangers just outside the door as well as possible fiends.

Moving over to the bed, she gently picked Naisha up, left arm curving with the smaller body so her hand held just under the upper thighs and having the limp form lean against her shoulder. Pulling the messy covers off the bed, she payed out a fresh set before lying Naisha back down on it. Fingers gingerly removing the bloody robes, she quickly removed them and examined for any additional injuries or blood. Chest soaked in blood, the tall woman wetted a rag and started cleaning the drying up blood. Naisha would probably freak if she saw herself this messy.

Listening as Eva spoke, Alex's blue eyes glanced toward her briefly before returning to her task. At the mention of Urick, Alex frowned a little more.

"Guess Thane was a little correct then." she muttered though was mostly talking to herself. "It's nice to hear that though." she said softly before seeing Eva fall asleep and shook her head. "You'll get sore from sleeping like that dummy." she mused with a mild amused smile before finishing up and dressing Naisha in pthe extra change of clothes. They fit somewhat well. Cas was a pretty small guy. Naisha might be mad to find she's in boy clothes but she'd have to live with it.

Taking another blanket, she covered Naisha and tucked her in before looking to Eva. Alex pondered if she should move her onto the bed as we'll but Naisha would freak to find a stranger in her bed. She wasn't quite the type to be comfortable in sharing beds anyways.

Silently, she removed the Auroch's uniform, leaving her with just the leather vest tightly covering her chest and her general blue shorts. The yellow overalls were torn to shreds, the legs almost falling off. Probably won't be of much use now. Tossing them to the a garbage can, Alex touched the sheathed Brotherhood on her hip before picking up the bucket, moving to a stool and sitting down on it. Rubbing the robes into the water, trying to rid of the blood. Pulling the cloth out, she looked it over, grumbling a little as she continued scrubbing before standing and wringing out the water. Handing it over the chair before moving and pushing the bookcase back into its proper place. Satisfied with the changing of clothes.

Moving back to the two sleeping girls, Alex looked to Eva, thinking for a moment gently placing a blanket over her before picking her up. Returning to sitting beside the bed, Alex gently tried lying the blonde's strawberry head rest on her lap. Rolling her shoulders a little, Alex watched and listened for any signs of dangers while she dimly had her thoughts ring in her head.

A summoner Mhm? This seemed like quite a fairy tale. A dream. And she wondered, if she was just dreaming and she'd wake up to find everything was the same. And she was afraid to fall asleep. To wake up to a nightmare.

With another sigh, she took a soft breath, words gently looting from her lips and was like a hushed whisper as she sang a soft melody.

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Maximus walked up to the three now talking to each other He managed to hear partially what they said and stopped slipping his left arm back into his sleeve.

When she then said, "I am not receptive to those who deem me foolish or incompetant. My... father... taught me to look down upon those that do."

"But then you are exactly like them if you follow that philosophy. If that be the case you are acting just the way they deemed you." He bowed his head and said, "Excuse me, My name is Maximus. It appears to me that you three know of this 'Thane'. I wish to silence his words so they wont infect another generation of people."

He then looked to Urick and Gippal, "That is if you will have me." He finished, Looking back to the woman. Suddenly as he really looked at her face he caught a glimpse of someone who she reminded him of. After a moment of confusion he quickly put it to the side. No way she would be that young....


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Gill looks like a humanoid fish who dresses like a nobleman from the Victorian era and wears a crimson red frock coat. He is about 5 feet and nine inches tall. His is lean when it comes to his body type. He regularly uses a pipe to smoke and won't be see dead in public without looking like a gentleman.

Species: Aquarian
Age: 32
Gender: male
Hero/Villain/Neutral: hero
Weapons/Powers: he has a Sabre

Amphibian: He can breath underwater and out of water as well.

Superhuman Strength: thanks his ability to move at incredible speeds underwater, Gill has the strength to lift 10 tons.

Superhuman Durability: His skin is thick enough to survive at incredibly deep levels of the ocean and its insane amount of pressure. This allows him to take hits that could be deadly to normal humans.

Aquatic Biology Mimicry: Gill can alter his biology to match those of all marine lifeforms and thus grants him a form of shape-shifting. He can make his skin match the texture of one or more aquatic animals and can morph his body or parts of it into certain sea creatures. This can range from growing shark teeth on his arms to making his skin be able to sting like a jellyfish. This ability also grants him the ability to utilize skills and talents of all aquatic animals.

Aquatic Command: He can communicate and command marine life through brain waves.

Detective skills: Despite his wide array of powers, Gill's main ability that he likes to utilize is his deductive reasoning and detective skills. He is always trying to find a mystery to solve.

Swordsman: he is very skilled with his sabre.

Boxing: he is a really good boxer.

Personality: Despite his weird appearance Gill is a gentlemen and quite the intellectual. He is extremely well read and is a linguist, which helped him learn several languages in matter of months upon his arrival in this dimensional. He is very observant and likes to see every detail in the environment that he is in, he also has a great memory. It is because of this that his detective skills are so good and he prides himself in his ability to solve cases. Because of his intellectual personality, Gill tends to over explain things and tries to not keep things simple.

He is rather laid back when not out doing heroics and regularly smokes to calm himself. He believes that keeping a calm and open mind is the best pathway to success. He has a fascination for history, theology and the study of the occult. As a detective he considers himself an investigator of the occult, but will also solve murder and other normal criminal cases. Gill has a love for fiction and loves to collect books for his library. His favorite authors are J.R.R Tolien, HP Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe, Joseph Campbell and C.S. Lewis

History: In another dimension where fish humanoids were the dominant species of the earth, Gill was a nobleman who lived a life of luxury and was developing his detective skills. It was not long until his fascination of the occult led him to investigate the case of a string of murders that had connections to the cult of an ancient demon. After getting several leads and doing his research into the history of the cult, the mystery led him to a fishing town that wasn't what it seemed to be.

The entire village was part of the cult and had been committing sacrificial murders to try and bring the demon into the world. They had begun the final ritual, but Gill and the federal bureau intervened and stopped them before it was too late. Unfortunately in the process of stopping the ritual a strange otherworldly energy came from the circle where the ritual was being performed and Gill was sucked into the hole that was formed from it.

He was pulled through time and space and was flung into our dimension. In the process Gill had his body altered thanks to the energy and found that he now possessed incredible powers. Since the world he was now in was full of humans and no Aquarians, Gill had to hide until he could find his a way to integrate into society. he found an old abandon mansion and fixed the place up and began to use his detective skills to get money.

After learning how to use his powers better Gill became a superhero and used his detective skills to help others in trying find the truth and see justice done.

Weakness: Although he is perfectly fine staying out of water for long periods of time, it is very easy for him to become dehydrated in hot environments and once dehydrated Gill's strength greatly decreases. Oil is very toxic to him if he comes into contact with it.
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Tales

Boris turned his attention to the fish looking man who had just appeared saying something about going to look at the body. Boris didn't much like being ignored as he was in charge of the Yandere Killer case anyways.

"Your the fish detective we called up right? Good, was wondering when you would get here." Boris looked at the pipe he had. Boris had been trying to quit smoking recently and he was doing pretty well with having gone about 3 weeks without a smoke.

"Would you mind putting that out? I've been trying to quit and seeing others smoke doesn't help." Boris said looking at the pipe.

"Anyways you wanna head out to my car? I'm about to get down there anyways, Ryia refuses to take the car and I would not recommend flying with her." Boris added as he pointed his thumb back to his car which surprisingly enough, was a minivan. He claimed that he preferred minivans because of it being spacious but in truth, he had a daughter. He wasn't married, he was actually divorced his daughter being that of his ex-wifes, and he still took care of the girl when he had the chance.

When they got to the scene of the crime eventually they would find a woman with out arms, she had the feet of a harpy, and but she was missing her winged arms. She had cloths on still and a note. It was obvious that she had been dropped from the roof and she had a stab wound in her chest.

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 As Mia bumped into the lady she had dropped her knife. She bet over to pick it up. A few men turned around to look at her but as they did so. "Sorry about that ma'am." Mia said as slid the butchers knife back into it's holder on her leg hidden by her skirt. Mia continued on until a few men appeared to stop her. Each one of them looked like they were in a gang. "Hey pretty lady why don't you come hang with us huh? It'll be fun." One of them said with a smirk on his face. Mia looked at him and gave a sweet smile. "Sure why not? I could use some stress relief!" Mia said as she followed the gang into the alley way. Anyone could tell that this was going to be trouble. For one or both parties.

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Tales
Ryia Draconarch

Ryia looks over to see Gill approaching them, who happened to also be part of H.A.M.S.S, wanting to join the fray as well. She politely nods at the Aquarian. Yet as the two were discussing about the whole smoking opinion, the dragongirl began to accidentally release some smoke of her own. Thankfully, this was natural smoke that would come out of her mouth, especially when she is breathing fire, and had zero traces of tobacco, must none of the less unfitting for this situation. She quickly covers her mouth, hoping the two didn't see her.

"Excuse me." she says as she fakes a cough to her side.

Later...

They would quickly head over to the site of the crime, where they found the ravaged body of the harpy, with an ominous note saying:

"Let this be a lesson to all who try to steal my senpai."

"Jeez..." Ryia says after reading, "It's no surprise that this Yandere Killer has severe psychotic problems... I hope this is a monster we're dealing with, otherwise we'll be in a tight pickle. Even through H.A.M.S.S has the right for Monsters and human staff to 'peacefully' arrest their opposites, despite the law saying regular citizens cannot harm the opposite species, we need to be careful not to hurt her too much. Otherwise, I might have to call in a human to deal with it.

[User] Where is he... Myrran looked around the Osaka street where she currently stood. It had been a while since she last saw her son, and she didn't have his sense of smell, so she couldn't track him that way. "I probably should have thought this out better." She said aloud, a slight, disappointed frown on her face. "Oh, well."

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Nero Garuhi

Osaka streets

How could Nero not barge in to kill this demonic monster? Looking to how they were surrounding this demon, one area they had not been inclined to protect was the air above them, and if the demon was crafty, that would be the only method of its escape, and thus, Nero sought to cut all available options from the demons escape route plan. Speeding toward the area where the demon laid, Nero unsheathed his High-frequency blade from its sheath once more, a smug smile laid bare on the mans visage, he was going to enjoy ripping the life from this villainous scum. Those who kill innocents didn't deserve the gift of life, the gift of breathe, the gift of safety, they simply deserved the curse of everlasting nothingness. Returned to zero, existence nullification.

Kicking off the seat of his motorcycle, Nero had launched himself up into the air above the target in but a single leap, with no other location left for the demon to go, Nero charged downward in what could be described as a vertical downward corkscrew slash, holding his tachi downward as he attempted to skewer the demon straight from the top of the skull down to the pelvis, his intention being to literally rip their demon to gibs and bits. Fortunately for the demon, the fiend was able to narrowly jump back, at the cost of having its jaw sliced in half like a hot knife through butter as the fleshy gib of meat dropped with a slushy slap against the floor, sizzling from the sheer heat of his sword, the demon shrieked at the loss of its jaw, and intended to swiftly dash forward to attack Nero. What the demon didn't realize was Lysanders dire wolves practically surrounded him, and even if he could attack Nero, his back and his sides would be left open for assault.

Nero desired to make sure Lysander wouldn't be the one missing and sighed when the demon tries to assault him. Nero simply sidestepped gracefully whilst his sword rose upward in a vertical upward slice, in the beginning, nothing seemed to come of the attack, until the demons own hands felt themselves peeling off the very flesh of his fingerbones, until his whole arm up to his elbows melted off into flesh and ash. With a final screech from the demon, Nero smirked and leaped away from the wolves, allowing Lysander to call the order of attack to kill the demon.

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They had fought many demons before; the wolves didn't need Lysander's directions. They knew what to do. Leaping at the demon, Lysander snarled, showing off his teeth before sinking them into the demon. Due to the rather painful distraction Nero created, he was able to grab onto the demon's shoulder, bringing it down with his sheer weight. That was what the pack had been waiting for. Once an enemy was down, they all rushed in for the kill. The screaming demon was buried under a total of eight wolves, and then the screaming stopped. One of the wolves had hit a vital point: the demon was dead.
Pulling back from the kill, the wolves watched it warily. Was this the real one? Or a decoy? They had to be sure. Lysander watched it closely, waiting for the obvious signs. The corpse stayed where it was; it was real. If it was not, it would have shimmered and then exploded into black smoke. Lysander raised his nose to the sky and howled in victory. Answering howls arose from four other parts of the city, some quite close. Now that the hunt was over, the other wolves would rejoin the pack.
Lysander shifted smoothly from wolf to human, standing up as he did so. His wolf skin, draped over his shoulders as always, added an air of menace. "Why are you here?" He asked bluntly. "This was my hunt. My pack and I don't need help." He spit out the word help as if it was a curse. "We were doing fine without you."

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Gill rolled his eyes at Boris' reply and then request to put away his pipe, only the weak willed needed others to give up things so that they felt secure in their surrender of their addictions. He took a smell with enhanced nose and could catch the whiff beer and knew that this man liked his alcohol, it looked like he traded one addiction for another.

"Alright, but let me finish this one" he said as he turned away to finish his last few puffs of the pipe and then put it in his pocket before getting inside the vehicle. Gill could have tried jumping from roof to roof as means of travel thanks to his superhuman strength, but it would be better to conserve his strength in case any sort of bothersome trouble came up.

"I must say, I've never seen a detective drive a minivan in the field. That may not be the wisest of choices if you want respect from the law enforcement or other members of H.A.M.S.S" he said to the detective as they headed for the crime scene. Gill was rather amused by the idea of a detective driving a minivan to a crime scene, by God's wounds they would be quite a sight by the authorities when they got to the murder scene.

When they got to the crime scene and had their first look at the body, Gill's mind was busy processing the scene and picking up as much information as he could from looking at the victim's body. Her arms were gone and upon looking down he saw that she had the feet of a harpy and the cause of death looked to have been a stab wound to the chest. There also seemed to be signs that the body might have been dropped from a good height onto the pavement. He listened to Ryia read the note and was starting to get some idea of what kind of killer they were dealing.

"Whether or not this is a monster we are dealing with, I cannot tell you, but I can tell is that the cause of death was a stab wound probably by a knife and not claws from the look of the clean cut of the wound. Also we may be dealing with a passionate and organized killer with sexual-sadism as their main drive. The use of the word senpai means that the killer has some sort of psychotic obsession with an individual and this poor woman for whatever reason triggered this killer's murderous wrath. The wings are missing, which may mean that the killer probably took them as some kind of trophy. This is normally part of the MO of an organized killer. We need to find DNA samples and investigate the victim and everyone acquainted with her as well as any family she might have, they could give us clues as to who may had a horrible dislike for her. Also we need to find out who this killer's senpai is because they could be the key to finding out who this psychopath is" Gill explained to his two comrades as he made sure to keep a good enough distance away from the body so that no evidence was contaminated.

"When will the crime lab get here?" he asked Boris, hoping to get 'very soon' as an answer.

"Also be careful so that no evidence is contaminated, we may find an answer to who this killer is and if they're even human" he said to them.


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Nickname: Queen Diamond

Age: Looks around 20 or so

Species: Will-o'-the-wisp, a subspecies of ghost

Appearance:

...with her skirt going all the way around, of course. And some stockings and panties.
...and minus the giant fire chandelier cage thing.

Personality: Melissa is, to be frank, not exactly sane. Sure, she's quite the lively and cheerful individual, but she has...problems. She's very, very possessive of those she holds near and dear to her heart, to the point where she'll actively strike out at anyone she fears will try to take her beloved away from her. However, she truly loves those that she says she does, she's just a bit...clingy. Don't put her love in jeopardy, and you'll be fine.

One other thing to note about Melissa is that she believes herself to be royalty, a queen, to be precise. As such, she uses it as an excuse to order around those she either doesn't particularly like, or considers to be of a lower status than her. Similarly, she has a bad habit of throwing rather nasty fits when she doesn't get what she wants. As was said earlier, Melissa has problems. Problems that need to be addressed and possibly fixed at some point, if that's even something that can be done.

Occupation: Self-Proclaimed Royalty

History: No one is sure where Melissa came from, exactly. Some have speculated that she is the ghost of a lonely village girl who dreamt of marrying and becoming royalty, while others believe that she was a spoiled princess from a far away land who died before meeting her true love.

The truth, however, is that Melissa is a normal ghost that appeared in a swamp one night with delusions of grandeur, and began traveling all over in hopes of finding a suitable partner to spend the rest of her days with. Thankfully, with the advent of the cultural exchange program, Melissa may finally find someone who will stay with her for as long as they both...well, maybe not live, seeing how Melissa is a ghost and whatnot. Let's just say that Melissa is excited to have the chance to be with someone who will hopefully become her partner and stay her partner.

House Shared With: Charles Urdien

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Nick's House

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Dolores felt comforted. She knew it would be a long time before she could even hope to begin explaining what scientific experiments she'd been through. Not that she really knew what any of it did, but she could describe the feelings and actions in full gory detail.

"Yes.. It is. But I would prefer it if you called me Dolly.. I don't like my full name very much. "

She bit her lower lip a little bit. How would she know if this strong and comforting man felt the same way about her as she did about him? Maybe she could try and see if he could read in between the lines of what she would ask.

"Hi Nick. I think your house looks comfy. Some things might need a big of cleaning up. But it's fine, really. I'm just wondering.. do I sleep with you, on the same level or can I get the basement?"

Her curiosity spiked.

"Oh, and I'm a terranean. But my royal guard status makes me look a bit less recognizable.
We're inherently descendant from termites and other hives do exist. But for some reason there's been a civil war among the queens. We don't really have much of a military except for the queens guards, so any and all casualties are civilians. As for the reason of the conflict.. Some people are disputing our ancestry. Trying to relate us to ants, but we're too lazy. So it doesn't make much sense to fight over it in the first place."

She looked and smelled around the room to see if there was anything she recognized. There was not.

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@liferusher

Shau

Shau smiles at Aela.
"I'm sure it'll be fine. We can all help each other out. As for any matters of business..." Shau trailed off when she saw the glance Aela gave Haru. She better lay down some house rules before one of them bites the other.
Now that was a weird sentence to say.
"Um...So I decided to put down a few house rules if that's okay with you guys. Number 1. No attacking each other, or biting each other. Number 2. At least try to be nice to each other. 3. Keep an open mind, another may do kind actions that you perceive as mean. I guess that's it regarding how you treat each other. I'm sure we'll get along fine!" Shau managed a happy smile. Looking at the rate of things they probably wouldn't turn out fine. What if they ate each other?! Could they eat each other?! She didn't want to serve up dismembered, groaning corpse and fluffy spider legs for dinner did she? With another cautious look at the both of them she returns her attention back to the phone.

When the girl (@Fabricant451) picks up the phone on the other end Shau gives a start.
"Oh, Hi. My name's Shau Whalener, I'm one of the humans in the monster exchange program. I saw your name in the file so I was wondering if it was okay for my group and yours to meet up sometime today, maybe at the mall or someone's house?"
She looked over to Haru and Aela to see how they were doing and found herself locking into quite the staring match. She didn't say anything. As long as nobody was hurt it was okay.
Well she hoped it was going to be.

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Interacting with: Kimiko Takahara[@Natsume Honnaj

Zach chuckled. He was glad that his first guest seemed to be easy going and happy. She seemed like someone he would have little trouble with. He didn't mind her energy. He thought it would be good for him. He had been in a funk for too long. He needed to start living. And Kimi would definitely bring life back into his house. This was a good start he thought as he followed her. He was curious what room she would choose. Not that it mattered to him. He was fine with any room she choose.

"We have one more guest coming. So we can't leave the house until they arrive." Zach explained. He had no idea who the second person was or when they would arrive but he didn't want to leave and miss them. "Why don't you tell me alittle bit about you. Do you have a special diet? What are some of your favorite things to do?" He figured he might as well spend the time getting to know Kimi.

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Sara raised an eyebrow at the voice on the other end of the phone. She hadn't really known many people, certainly not anyone with that name, so the only choice she had was to chalk it up to her name being in a registry now thanks to the demi-human bill. Still, she wondered what made her specifically stand out enough to warrant a call. Until now she hadn't even considered that other people might be experiencing the same thing nor that there might be a desire for interaction. Would that be something Light and Goddess wanted? Sara hadn't even considered their feelings on the matter; it was hard to ask them when she was simply wrapped up in the masochistic delight. It wasn't just some perverse kink - it was that, of course - but Sara couldn't quite put it into words. It just was...right.

There was consideration now. Would there be enough room in her place? Shau mentioned a group. How many were in a group? What if they came over only to find Sara in the midst of servitude? Well, Sara would likely find that perfect (internally, anyway) but it would still be quite awkward. But what would be more awkward and explainable? A moment of servitude in the home, or out at a place like the mall? It might be better for a smaller place at first. Perhaps a park.

Or perhaps it was not a good idea to begin with. Sara wasn't a shut-in, far from it, she just preferred to stay in the comfort of her own home wherever possible.

"You want to...meet up? Today?" Sara asked as behind her the bacon continued to crisp further, starting to blacken."I'm not...I'm not sure that's a good-" Suddenly she paused, not because of the smell of over-crisp bacon, but because of the words coming from the living room. There was a crashing sound as she collapsed onto a chair, practically fainting into it. Dungeon...? Chained....for days? Whipped...? Thoughts flashed through Sara's mind in a flurry.

"YES!" Sara exclaimed, her voice carrying through both the phone and into the living room, though her response was meant for her Goddess. "Yes that sounds just...wonderful! I want to make it happen!"

Sara's response was in agreement to Yoki's clear teasing, but it served as an agreement to the request to meet up. So...it seemed guests were on the menu for lunch.

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Kimiko pouted lightly hiding her mouth behind the sleeve of her yukata as he stated that they couldn't leave yet, she wanted to explore and learn and buy new things for the room. However it seemed that would have to wait for now. Instead he wanted to know about her which had her eyes light up once more with excitement. She loved it when people showed interest in wanting to know more about her. "Well I don't really have a special diet per say however I find most meat absolutely scrumptious. Back in the village I was raised in we mostly ate meat from animals we'd hunt. I always found the chase more exciting than the capture, however, which always got me into lots of trouble for letting pretty escape."

Kimiko stood in the hall lost in thought at his question. What were some things she liked to do? "As for what I enjoy doing...I love learning, and pranks, and tricks, and bathing in hot springs, and brushing my tails, and.." For a moment she stopped and eyed the man Infront of her before a slight smirk crossed her lips. She moved one of her tails out in front of her and beckoned him closer. "Want to pet it?"

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Nick's House
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"Oh, alright. Dolly it is then." Nick wondered why Dolly was averse to her true name. Did she have an... unpleasant past?

"Oh, I have an extra bedroom in this house. I actually prepared it since I knew you were coming." Nick explained with a smile, oblivious to Dolly's true intent with the questions. "I wasn't sure what extraspecies I was getting though so I fashioned it like a human's. I'll try to adjust it better if you don't like it."

"So... so you're some kind of soldier?" Nick was not sure what to feel of having a royal guardsman as the Cultural Exchange partner. And one that's apparently from a civil war. Nick was a bit worried that the war might reach this home but he hoped not. Although, all that did leave him with a question. "But, if you're a soldier... what are you doing here as part of the Cultural Exchange Program?" Nick asked.

"W-well, that is... if you're okay with discussing that type of thing. If you don't want to talk about it, I will understand and will not pry."

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A smile with red cheeks appeared on her face. She covered the redness with her hands.

Her smile made way for a surprised face. Oh, no. He doesn't like me. He wants me to live with someone else.

Wait. Was that a glimmer of hope? There's still hope!

Dolly happily nodded.
"Hmhm. "

Oh no.. not this again. He was going to think she was a freak... That soldiers should be out on the battlefield and that she was weak for not being in service of a queen. She responded with a minor PTSD. Shaking her head, slightly. Looking at her hands, she could feel the adrenaline. The crooked files, the needless needles, the crenelated knives. Thee stings, the scraping, the slow emptiness of her veins. She twitched slightly on the rhythm of the horrors. Being dragged back down to the tower where she was held for many years, she came to a full stop when she hear Nick speak again after these few seconds.

She realized she'd just been grabbing her head and shaking it.

"I.. eh.. yeah. Our society doesn't entirely work like yours.. We have a queen, guards and workers. Unless you do something heroic beyond compare.. like.. overthrow a queen of another hive or save your queen and with it the hive from destruction, "

She bend over forward a bit and bowed her head. I must not be wanted here. But why would I? I'm no queen..

"I'm here because the queen isn't. We would send worker-slaves, but the hive has to remain. The country has to be run. But they don't mind. They can hardly think for themselves."

She looked at the weird wooden thing with lots of stuff on it.

"So now, because the queen is protected by law, we, the royal guards, get officially 'dismissed'. Or disowned or executed or worse for defensive crimes in name of the queen. It doesn't really help to never be allowed to have a relationship, friend in the constant threat of being degraded to a worker-slave. Not that I didn't want this job, though! I was always curious about the many other races, their habits, culture and powers."

Her eyes exposed her exhaustion. Her heavy breathing hinted faintly at the harsh times she endured to get where she was.

" Ugh, I'm.. in need of sleep. " Though she tried to get up, she could barely bring herself to

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Melissa had to giggle at the disappointment and...boredom, apparently, that was evident in Charles' face. Either he really found her attractive and was disappointed that she didn't outright thank him for thinking that, or he was trying to seduce her and wasn't particularly fond of the reaction he was given. Oh well. It didn't really matter much to Melissa; so long as she was being served like proper royalty, she really couldn't care less.

The comment about her being kind did put a smile on her face, however. As did the one about her truly being attractive.

"Thank you, Charles, dear," Melissa said happily. "I'm glad to hear you say that, especially considering that others of my species believe themselves to be more attractive and more royal than me." With a frown, she muttered "Braggart scum." under her breath, and then went back to her normal bright smile. "We do all look different, however. Some are just more gifted than others.~" Melissa giggled.

"Well done, please, Charles, dear," Melissa requested on the topic of food. "And in terms of the museum, I think we should visit the Ancient Egypt exhibit first. The section about pharaohs I find particularly alluring, what with them being royals and, for the most part, dead. Much like yours truly." With another giggle, Melissa had another drink of her grape juice, and frowned slightly.

"Could you get me some tea, please, Charles, dear? I'm growing rather tired of fruit juice."


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The King's Council:
An old Formori man, thin and wiry, with closely cropped iron grey hair. His face is clean shaven, with a sharp chin and is set with narrow eyes the colour of dark bronze. He has a rasping voice that he frequently has to cough to clear and moves slowly and carefully, with very deliberate actions. Despite his age, the old soldier clearly still has a quick and agile mind.

Manawyndan is the King's right hand man and is perhaps the second most powerful man in Morganyth after the King himself. He is Ozragad's most trusted adviser in matters both military and political. He holds several important offices of power, being the most senior general of Ozragad's army, the King's designated regent, and unofficially his spymaster as well. What's even more surprising is that Manawyndan elevated himself to this position through merit rather than birth, he is not a member of the nobility in his own right. A talented soldier, Ozragad's mother raised him to a commander of her army and placed him on her war councils, and under Ozragad's reign his influence steadily grew to the position he occupies today.

He is close to the King and well liked by the common soldiers for his kindly though firm demeanour. However, the Lord Steward has those who envy him his position, especially amongst some of the nobility. He also has enemies amongst younger officers in the army and the strongly pro-war factions in the realm, who dislike his more cautious strategy and his role in formulating the recent cease to hostilities.
An old Formori woman, of a similar to age to Manawyndan, and another veteran of Ozragad's mother's councils. Small, stooped, and arthritic, do not let Lady Arwan's frailness deceive you into thinking her senile or meek. The Lady Treasurer is widely regarded as having the sharpest tongue in all the palace. She does not suffer fools in the slightest.

Lady Arwan is the descendant of a noble family from Iron Town to the north who are heavily involved in the foundries located there. She is very wealthy woman in her own right and her family's fortune only grew under her stewardship. Her main responsibility is the management the crown's finances, a task she has excelled at for centuries.
Lord Urathon is a Formori man of middling years. He had black hair pulled from his face in a rather severe ponytail, a neatly trimmed goatee and a long pointed nose. He has a serious look about him and carries himself with a quiet sort of dignity. This facade cracks somewhat whenever he is accompanied in public by his younger wife, whom he dotes upon.

Lord Urathon is lord in his own right, ruling lands along the Bleak Coast. In his role as Lord Justicar he is the highest official of the Morganythian legal system, responsible for its courts, as well as the drafting, implementation and enforcement of its laws.
The youngest member of the council, Lord Chancellor Iria is a young-ish looking plump man with dark brown hair that is elaborately curled and coifed. He dresses extremely ostentatiously with a fondness for extensive purple silks and heavy gold jewellery. He stands out at any social gathering as the person most likely either be laughing or making others laugh at any given moment and seeming always having a good time. He is a notable bachelor who has been involved in a number of minor, though amusing, scandals and is one of the principal source of court gossip.

Iria is the scion of a minor noble house from the capital itself, though he is yet inherit his lordship. As Lord Chancellor, he is responsible for Morganyth's diplomacy and maintain diplomatic relations. The functions of the office have withered somewhat over the years of the war with Eorzia, and Chancellor Iria mainly finds himself in charge of entertaining the occasional ambassador or diplomat. However, with peace on the horizon, this may be about to change.

The House of Ergyng:
Tall and possessing a voluptuous hourglass figure, Lady Chelarine is striking even for a Formori approaching her middle years. She has curls of auburn red hair that are artfully arranged into plaits and braids so as to frame her attractive heart shaped face. She dresses tastefully and fashionably in oranges and greens, with amber jewellery that matches the colour of her eyes. She has a soft, smooth voice, and husky laugh.

Lady Cheldarine is the King's closest living relative, first cousin, though on his father's side rather than his mother's and hence she is not directly in line for the throne in the event of Ozragad's death. Nonetheless, she is the matriarch of the powerful House of Ergyng and controls a large swath of good grazing land to the north along the Kazadun river. She is a widower, her husband dying in battle some twenty years prior when her youngest of her two children was only an infant.
Lady Cheldarine's eldest son and heir, Elethiomel is a handsome youth just entering Formori manhood with long straight red hair. He seems polite and well mannered.
Lady Cheldarine's younger son, Peibio serves as the royal cupbearer to King Ozragad. Diligent though perhaps easily embarrassed, he too bears the red hair of the Ergyng, though he wears his much shorter.

Nobility of the Realm:
A plain looking older woman with grey streaked hair, she eats little and dresses soberly. Wife of Lord Belaphon, they are both powerful land owners from Greymarsh.
A fat older man who nevertheless seems to have the bearing of a soldier, though he no older serves as one. He wears an eye patch over one eye and is grey hair is thinning though he does sport a luxurious moustache. Somewhat loud and verbose in his speech. Husband of Lady Blodwen, they are both powerful land owners from Greymarsh.
A powerful Ashlander noble who seems hostile to the peace and is currently snubbing Ozragad's invitation to court. His sister was Queen Liveuta, Ozragad's first wife. He was once a friend and supporter of Ozragad, but turned against him once Ozragad began considering peace.

The Princess's Household
A respectful older Formori woman with a seemingly kind disposition.
A young Formori woman.
A young Formori woman.

Courtiers, Soldiers, and Servants:
A young Formori woman with a shaved head and a somewhat brash attitude. She is fanatically loyal to Ozragad, but is also a notable pro-war voice on his war councils. There is some degree of hostility between her an Manawyndan.
An old solider of a squat and stout nature. He has limping gait from an old leg wound that left him partially crippled, the leg is secured with a brace.
Overseer of domestic arrangements within the Palace. Nervous and eager to please his superiors, he is dismissive and contemptuous to those he considers beneath him. Has a high pitched laugh and is bald headed.

Other:
Ozragad's first Queen from before the war. She was Zakylwe Ahoraa's sister. Ozragad has forbidden her name from being spoken in his presence.

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Lady Cheldarine let out a long sigh as the Princess relayed the story of what had happened between her and the King. Her eyes lingered on the Princess as she self consciously traced the faded finger marks that wrapped her throat like some obscene necklace. When she saw that, anger flashed in their amber depths and the Lady's jaw clenched tighter. The change in expression made her look very much like her cousin for a second.

"Gods, sometimes I forget what a brute he can be when the mood takes him. My cousin was never noted for his diplomatic prowess, but even for him, this was a foolish mistake. If he was wise, he would be wooing you, not wounding you. But no, to King Ozragad everything must be a fight, a battle, a war. Even when he's trying to end one."

She stood up from where she was sitting and crossed over to the tall narrow windows that looked down from the tower to the palace and the city beyond it. Her fingers grasped the edge of the curtains, pushing it back so she could observe Cirith Anyr in all its strange and solemn glory.

"He sits up here, brooding in his towers, surrounded by all his soldiers, behind his walls." She tutted. "But he's not as strong as he seems. You remember that awful scene when you first came to this city? Ozragad has made many enemies amongst his own people for pursuing peace. I imagine you can also surmise for yourself that peace does not suit his own temperament either. Have you ever wondered then, why he pursues it?"

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Elise felt herself hesitate as Lady Cheldarine caught on, she never expected the woman to take note and realise that her cousin had been a little rough handed with her. Not that it should matter, but Elise didn't what to voice the fact he had been rough with her as she didn't want to appear like some weak little girl. "Wooing me? Please I doubt he would even know how to woo someone nowadays." Sighing softly to herself as she could never imagine this King even start to woo a lady and court them, not that she even wanted it to happen herself.

It was strange hosting this woman, she showed no outward signs of wanting to cause her harm which was refreshing but she still found it hard to trust even though Lady Cheldarine was quite easy to talk too. Elise knew she was merely overthinking everything, but it was hard when even her family didn't seem to care too much about her as their letters spoke of the promise to her brother and this wedding. Not one hint of if she was okay.

Watching as the other woman reached the window, she found herself furrowing her brow as the question was posed to her, something that had crossed her mind her mind briefly, but it passed by without a second thought. "Well… I had considered it, but I guess I just assumed he was pressured for it by the council."

"I'll be brutally honest, my own family and myself included expected this to be a trap and well too good to be true. My father originally threw the offer out to appease the court back home, not for it to be accepted." Leaning forward on her seat as she watched Lady Cheldarine curious to why Ozragad had pursued peace, "Tell me then, why is he pursuing the option of peace? As you say peace doesn't really suit him, not when stories of this fearsome warlord proceeds him."

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"It is as I said, he is not as strong as he seems."

Lady Cheldarine sighed and let the curtain she had been holding fall back into place. As she turned back towards Princess Elise a shadow pasted over her face. A look of pain, of sorrow. The look of person remembering something they would much rather forget.

"This war, it has destroyed almost everything it touches, and that is true of both your county and mine. But Eorzia is larger and richer, and the land here... well you must have seen it on your journey to the capital. Every Formori fighting is another one taken from the fields. Every fighter that falls in battle needs to be replaced."

That expression lingered there across her features once again. From the sleeve of her dress, she drew out a small square of white silk and used it to dab the corner of her amber eyes. She did not fully loose her composure, but it was clear enough that something was clearly affecting her.

"My own husband... well, it is common enough story for citizens of both our lands."  The handkerchief disappeared once more into whatever secret pocket it had been drawn from. That pained look too disappeared, but away into the other secret pocket all people possess, the one in which they hide the contents of their heart.

"But the point is that there are fewer and fewer to work the land, and the land was poor to begin with. Three of our last five harvests have been marred by Ashfall. Without a proper harvest this year, Morganyth will starve. If there is peace then the soldiers can home, they can work the fields, they can get the harvest in."

On the journey from Eorzia they had indeed past innumerable empty and barren fields, left fallow once they had entered Morganyth territory. There had been fewer signs of this poverty and privation in the palace where Elise had been staying, but the feast she had attend had indeed been meaner than those in Eorzia. There was often a lack of common foods, such as soft fruits or fresh vegetables. Even the portions of the Formori were mostly smaller than those of the Eorzians.

"So you see the dilemma that faces the King? He must have peace before the harvest. Either he risks everything, on one last desperate assault against your family and your Kingdom in order to crush you completely before the autumn, or he negotiates. Now my cousin can be a fool at times, but he is not completely reckless."

She walked back towards the Princess and seated herself back down upon the cushions there once more. Her face was grave, she was deadly seriously.

"He needs you. He needs the lands and the peace your marriage brings in order to rebuild his country, in order to salvage something from this mess of a war. It is either that or risk defeat and ruination on scale he has thus far avoided. I tell you this not for the love of my country or my people or for the sake of my cousin. I tell you this because I need you to make this marriage work too. I need you to save my sons from this war, because it is they who will be fighting it next if this peace does not work."

There was now a desperate edge to her voice.

"And it may not seem this way to you now, not after what he has done you. But now you are in Morganyth, you need him. You need Ozragad. My cousin can behave like a monster at times. But he is nothing compared to some of the men who once followed him and oppose the peace now. Men like Zakylwe Ahoraa."