[System]
Age: 777
Gender: Androgynous (often answers to male pronouns)
Breed: Retired Celestial ('Nephilim')

Physical Description: (Because I can never get pictures to work right >.< )
Parael stands just shy of 6 feet tall, near 130lbs, with long golden hair grown down to his shoulders, often done up in a ponytail. When working at his center he's dressed in ragged jeans and a clean vest with a diaper bag over his shoulder. On the streets he often wears a button up vest, while channeling his powers can reveal ethereal wings that no longer physically exist.

Talents:
Parael lost most of his Celestial powers after he retired and became Nephilim, but he has picked up a few skills here and there since becoming half human...

- Divine Light: Normally deadly and natural to a full Celestial, Parael was taught to channel Divine power through his human hands roughly 500 years ago. Through human conjuring, this power is little more than a bright and hot flare.

- Glamour: By necessity, Parael has learned to harness human illusion powers to maintain glamours around himself and his place of business, disguising himself against mortal eyes.

History:
Parael doesn't like to discuss his history from before his retirement to the human world ("I abhor getting involved with all the human dogma over whose Creator is right. You all need to stop worrying your lovely faces about that and get to the business of living!") But certain individuals believe that he was present shortly after the moment of creation, this revelation coming from nights involving too much alcohol and pillow talk- and as with all such talk, could easily be a fabrication. Whatever precipitated Parael to hang up his wings in the Middle Ages is between Parael and whatever Celestial ordered him around at the time.

After coming down to Earth in the Far East during the Middle Ages and being tutored in human culture by a Chinese dragon, Parael hitch-hiked across the silk road with a Djinni caravan, partied in Europe among the Faerie courts through the Renaissance, sailed across the Atlantic to South America to run with were-jaguars during the Age of Exploration, chillaxed in the Caribbean with wizard cabals through to the 1800s, and finally settled in New Camden during the modern era. It wasn't until settling Camden that he actually began to buy into the tributary system and managed to cultivate a number of relationships with the ruling council of the city ("'Cultivate' is such a cleaned up word, darling! I got around. A lot.")

Celestial blood is a much desired commodity in the magical world, being used for anything from spell components in Elixers of Life to psychotropic drugs for werewolves. His identity as a Celestial would be impossible to conceal forever, so Parael worked out a deal with the city's vampire leader Caradoc de Lacy to provide a certain tithe of blood every month, allowing the vampire to store and imbibe it whenever he liked- negating the deadliness of sunlight to the city's leader for a few hours at a time. Being able to surprise his foes at high noon while they plotted against him was a boon the vampire couldn't afford to pass up. Caradoc, meanwhile, protected Parael's identity as a Celestial from the general supernatural population, eliminating anyone who got too close to the truth of how he could move about during daylight hours.

This protection became doubly handy when, in the Moral Panic of the 1980s, the human city council tried to shut down Parael's daycare center under the pretense of "protecting children from the homosexual menace." Caradoc stepped up and bullied the council into keeping away, but the Celestial soon found himself in deeper debt to Caradoc for the intercession.

Caradoc's human rival, Baroness Augusta, a wizard with an arsenal of magic at her disposal, lost three magi trying to discern how Caradoc could move about seemingly at random during the day. When she discovered the existence of Parael, the two leaders called a council to discuss his presence in Camden. Parael doesn't know what accord they came to, but the inquiries from the city's wizards did stop.

To the supernatural "public" of Camden, Parael is still an eccentric magi who is good with kids and operates out of a daycare center on the East Side. Parael pays tribute by watching over the children of other paranormals, occasionally enchanting them with glamour to pass under mortal gaze when not in full control of their powers; and most importantly, by his blood tithe to the Prince ("And judging by how Baroness Augusta's wrinkled face is looking, the covens are getting a cut too. Unless that's Botox she's taking and I'm wrong.")

With the arrival of Nemsemet and the eradication of the Count and his court, Parael is feeling the pressure whether to go underground or to step up and fight. Coming out of retirement is not in the cards, as a full Celestial entering battle with Nemsemet may emerge victorious, but the clash could level the city of New Camden and everyone in it. For now his daycare center has turned into nothing less than a fortified bunker with wizards and faeries placing wards all over the grounds to protect their next generation from the wrath of Nemsemet...

Psychological Profile:
Parael is a bubbly, flirtatious individual who is absolutely enthralled with the modern mortal world. The iPhone is a greater wonder than all the stars in the sky ("Except for Orion, that sly stud!"). His identity as an ex-Celestial is a closely guarded secret however, and he is supremely sensitive to anyone bringing up the idea that he could be one.

Possessions:
Parael travels light in his day-to-day work. He always has a slick, designer diaper bag on hand from which he pulls all manner of items including toys, food, spellbooks and extra clothes. Buried beneath the floorboards in his bedroom is a dirty, dented iron longsword which he treats with all the reverence of a Colt .45 when in hand.

He does keep an enormous collection of mementos in his apartment. He still has a silk robe which he picked up from his landing in China, which he often lays about in during his off hours, a set of jeweled earrings from India during his trek across the Silk Road, a silver Fairy Sword he got from the Queen of Spring in a tournament ("I'm not bragging, but it was actually the prize in a beauty contest."), and a collection of Obsidian daggers and war clubs during his time in the South American jungles with the were-panthers ("I've yet to find better steak knives and meat tenderizers!").

Yes, and: Parael Magnus hunkered down right after the appearance of the dread Nemsemet, warding his daycare center to try and hide the fact that he was a Celestial from the enemy and providing a place of safety for anyone else who needed a way to lay low...

[User]
Beth let out a snort at Flint's wording, but she left the teasing for later. She considered his words while brushing a hand through her tangled hair. Other "gifted" beings were the most difficult bodies to take possession of, but she had never tried a vampire before, nor had she spent very much time in their preferred businesses. No doubt an elder would be impossible to possess, so that was ruled out. Someone else within the elder's circle, though, someone less powerful, she could use them. But what for? Beth huffed; at this rate, she would be good for nothing but the attack.

It seemed the same was true for Rikive. For different reasons, of course. Leaning back in the chair, Beth began to rock on its back legs absent-mindedly. The movement created a soft creak every so often. She watched the other people in the room, propping her elbow on the back of the chair and rubbing her temples. Her mind ran a number of simulations, plotting the course of future events in as many different variations as she could think of, and each ended the same way.

It was almost amusing. Without knowing what Nemsemet's equivalent of her cursed pendant was, they were doomed to failure.

She refocussed on the task at hand and a thought occurred: any elder vampire would have an army of lessers and thralls to guard them, especially in their own territory. To take him out, they'd need an army of equivalent size or, since they were lacking in one of those, an assassin.

Beth dropped back onto all four legs with a thud and sat forward. "If we're going to do this and take on Nemsemet, which by the way is insane, then we're going to have to send someone in to confirm this big-shot vamp's involvement with the thralls before we go avenging Parry's wardrobe." Beth hopped to her feet and turned on her heel in a slow circle, eyeing each of the people in the room. "Someone who would conceivably enter such an establishment and can fend for themselves. Alternatively, with some form of back up. You're familiar with that term, right, Flint? Oh, no, you like to work alone." She spun to face Tony and Parael. "If the elder isn't behind those thralls, fucking him up's not going to send the message you're trying to send. Get information first, then act on what we learn."

Finally, she stepped aside to see everyone and folded her arms across her chest. "Volunteers?"

[Assistant]
"Casper's right, but we don't have to go in a club full of vampires and thralls. We can capture a straggler."

He'd spent time getting himself showered and scrubbed down from his little encounter with the thralls, but he seemed clean now.

"Of course, that makes it harder to pick one that's in the know, we'll be taking what we can get if we do it that way. But it's easier to grab one and stash them in a van," that they'd have to steal, "without having to take on every vamp in the place."

He didn't necessarily want to be the one sent in there. It was true that vampires and Lycans didn't necessarily get along too well, though it wasn't like those really terrible movies with whatshername the British girl or that Mormon housewife's mawkish fantasies made into lucrative novels. It was more of a thing where dangerous predators gave each other a wide berth. Vampires despised that Lycans got to enjoy the sunlight and the benefits of being alive, while Lycans were annoyed that vampires had their shit together and basically had skills that lent themselves to making a lot of money and living a plush, immortal life of leisure if they saw fit.

So it didn't take much to start a fight, but it wasn't some eternal war. Also, when Vampires decided they wanted to give a shifter trouble, they didn't go and fight them face to face, because the shifter had the edge there. They sent, for example, well-armed thralls or they used the system, which they had the means to infiltrate via the effect of their blood on humans, to fuck with them. For example, Lycanthrope family living in a building? Condemn the building, send in child services, and a whole other mountain of red tape. They tittered over it and had another champagne flute of A+.

"I'm game to help, I just can't see myself being the guy you want to walk in there," Tony concluded.

[User]
The groups quick movement made below made getting information back to Arachne a little slower. Of course once they did get to their destination the news began to make its way up to her. Sadly even if a spider managed to get into the shelter it would not be able to relay what was going on inside. That said the existence of said shelter was quite a surprise. Whoever had found it to begin with was lucky. It was certainly something that she had never seen magic tested against.

Coming out of her room Autumn was dressed in some more casual clothing. Doning the business attire would be a sure fire way to ruin it in the sewers below. Knocking on Gray's door she informed him of their destination. Most likely this would be a first for him as well. The two of them probably wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight if things turned bad, but Gray had some contingencies for that. Given what the group just went through they were likely to be skittish. Arachne would have to bank on her reputation.

Despite living mostly above ground nowadays, she still felt more at home in the depths. The sewers and old subway systems were the modern day caves. The many different paths, turns, and exits were crafted for an ambush predator like herself. Fortunately for everyone that was not her intention right now. Ignoring the graffiti on the walls she just followed the directions of her children. It was no wonder so few know of this location. It was much further than most would care to adventure and probably at one point a heavily guarded secret.

Keeping to her human form and ability made the venture much slower. But she didn't want to highlight what she had hidden from Gray so long anymore that night than she had to. The sun would be rising soon, not that one could this far underground. It meant that most of the creatures that roamed during the night would begin to congregate out of sight. It often made them easier to follow to their hiding places on the occasions they were not leveling a building. She awaited word as the two began to approach the shelter. Depending on how well kept it was they may have a way to tell they were there. But it was also possible that the door sealed them off from everything.

[Assistant]
"The Rusty Steak Knife club? The place run by the Rikkers Clan?"

Billy Rikkers was de Lacy's number two Vampire enforcer in the city right before Nemsemet woke up. He used to be number one, but de Lacy caught hint of a coup brewing in the clan and had used a bottle of Parry's blood, walked halfway across the city with a dozen lycans, and bust in on the noontime negotiations of who would run what when Billy unseated the asshole-in-chief. Billy Rikkers had too many friends to allow de Lacy to knock him off directly. But his biological son and newly made vampire Sebastian Rikkers, had 0 friends of note outside the clan. So Billy had to watch while de Lacy dragged his boy kicking and screaming out the back door, burning up like beef brisket in the sun while de Lacy just stood there, fangs bared in a smile at his treacherous rival.

Parry hadn't been pleased with how his blood had facilitated the act, but he wasn't in a position to tell de Lacy what to do. It was part blackmail, part safety arrangement for himself. de Lacy got to keep going out during the day to smoke his rivals as they plotted against him, and Parry didn't have to put up with a literal and figurative witch-hunt of paranormals after his blood to make Elixers of Life, werewolf hallucinogens, or just enjoy a walk in the park during the daytime. Parael might have been a Celestial, but retiring to Earth made him just as mortal as Flint. One bullet to the head and he was out for the count.

So Parry surprised himself when he stood up in the middle of the group, dusted the soot off of his shirt and said "I suppose I'll jump on the grenade if none of you will. And unlike the rest of you, I have something that Billy Rikkers wants." His hand fished inside the Prada diaper bag until, within its infinite confines, he found the silver flasks that Tony had grabbed from the basement. "And I can play 'Let's Make a Deal' when my life is on the line as good as any wizard."


[System]
Age:
15
Gender:
Female
Apperance

the only difference between her and the picture is bother her eyes are blue.

Nationality:
American

Favourite Gundam Series:
She doesn't really have one. Cassandra has little interest in the Anime or related Manga, but likes the mecha almost exclusively. That said, She is prone to spending hours online just looking up different Mobile Suits and just reading about them. So while she couldn't tell you who piloted what, because, she doesn't care, she could rattle off what is a equiped with what, what the alturnate equipment is, and it's varyiants with out much thought.
How ever if asked about what MS she likes, she'd answer with. "The ones with personality in their design on the whole."

Personality:
Cassandra is very much her mothers daughter, carrying much of her mothers temperment, and mannerisms. She does tend to be a less out spoken and 'proud' then Alexis, but she also has done anything she'd be 'proud of'.

History:
Cassandra is the duaghter of the now retired Gunpla Champion, Alexis Voll. Cassandra grew up in the same town as Alexis, who, by that time had bought a local hobby shop and was running it to keep busy and thanks to her fame and earnings, also had a small battle system she used to teach those interested in building and battling.
Cassandra doesn't really take part in these classes, cause she doesn't really need to due to the teacher being her mom. As a result she's a pretty good build and slightly above average fighter. She could be better if she applied her self, as her mom likes to tell her, but she never felt a need to, not due to arrogance, but due to not feeling like she needed to prove anything to anyone.
Alexis, was pretty much content to let her do as she pleased, after all. No one forced her to fight in touraments. She did it because she wanted to and she enjoyed it. Where as Cassandra just liked building and battling mostly due to it being something she and her mother did together.
Untill she met her father. Alexis and Simon, Cassandra's biological father, haven't been on freindly terms since he dumped her after she told him she was pregnant, and since then she has been given no reason to change her mind about him. Cassandra met her father two years, and while till then she'd been taking her mothers opinion of him with a grain of salt, actually meeting him, made her despise him. Not to the degree Alexis does, but between bad mouthing Alexis and her success in the Gunpla battle scene, the hobby shop she now runs, and Cassandra for even taking an interest in Gunpla, calling it several times, 'a complete waste of life fit for people with no future.' Alexis knocked out a couple of his teeth when he turned on Cassandra.
Cassandra, on the other hand foused her rage into her building at battling skills, though, much like her mother, Cassandra has issues with 'imagination' in her builds, and just like Alexis, Cassandra has decided to try and get into the Nielson Labs to learn from the best.

Gunpla Info
Crossbone X-1 Full Cloth

Weapons:

Fixed;
2 x Beam Saber
2 x Beam Shield/Brand Marker
2 x Heat Dagger
2 x Mega Machine Cannon
2 x Scissor Anchor
2 x Skull Head Unit
2 x Vulcan Gun
-2 x I-field Generator

Handheld;
Murasame Blaster
Peacock Smasher

Optional Armaments;
Handheld
Beam Zanber
Buster Gun
-Zanbuster

[User]
Cassandra

Cassandra didn't bat an eye at how the fight unfolded. She knew how Barbatos could get around a Mobile Armor having experienced it first hand what she found odd was every one elses reaction to it. Had they not seen a Gundam Frame in 'high gear' before? Did they not know how close the Gundam Frames really are to their anime counter parts, which in turn can make them a bit unruly.

Cassandra waited till Jess was back before speaking up. "You'll get used to it, the first few times are always rough, but just like the show, you'll get used to it." She said, continuing the repairs of her own Barbatos.

Alexis

"There's no real mystery Sakuya. It's a Gundam Frame, they tend react like that around Mobile Armors." Alexis said as she followed Sakuya, having heard her mutterings. "And if what Cassandra said is true, and I think it is given my own experience with Bael. They did 'to good a job' translating them from the show to the system. Cassandra has said a few times how she feels like there's 'something there' when piloting Rex. I have felt something similar with Bael, but not to the degree Cassandra has with Rex. So if I had to guess based on that. Barbatos didn't like being restrained, and ignored what you want in favor of what it wanted." Alexis added as she followed.

"Though if you want to fight." Alexis started, smirking "I guess we can show these kids what real battle looks like."

[Assistant]
Dani smiled as she began to hit some buttons and send some commands for the system. "come on girls, leaving me out of this? got some kind of fear of god or something?" asked the woman now, smirking as she definitely had some kind of god complex, given the kind of controls she had developed, the woman was in a position to brag. Walking up to the stage, she set a base. "No limits?" suggested the woman.

Jess was thankful for the assistance. "Yeah... that felt good. Most intense feeling i've ever had... if this is professional gunpla battling, i think i'm an addict!" responded the girl, a smile on her face as she held a tissue up to it. "But god, barbatos... you're perfect." said the girl, looking at the remains and already started to snap apart the grazy, mind crazy with the idea of running custom parts for him. However, this was short lived as she noticed the battle system booting. "oh... the staff are gonna fight." she pointed.

[User]
Kanoko looked at Jess and Barbatos worriedly before her attention snapped to Cassandra, frowning a bit. "Oh, you cannot be serious. THIS shouldn't be normal for anyone! Even if the Battle System is as close to realizing the shows as possible and the abilities, that's just absurd actually sacrificing your health for a single battle! Geez, what kind of damage do you think it could do, permanent brain damage? Even I know not to push myself too much..."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, she looked to where Jess was pointing, watching as three staff members strode up to the battle arena. Something was familiar about them as their faces came to light, Kanoko narrowing her eyes a little to get a good glimpse before they jolted open. "No, it can't be!"

Standing up, the weightlifter stared at the three staff, who were looking very familiar now. "Hey! You three were the top runners in that Gunpla Battle Race I participated in! I came in fourth behind you! Don't tell me that you're running this place, you absurd battle monsters!"

[Assistant]
It was a few days and despite all the hectic things that was going on and a students outburst not once but multiple times caused a few moments of delaying the actual classes for a bit. In the meantime to clear up any sorts of misunderstandings that might happen a pamphlet and book was prepared for the accepted students explaining things in depth. Doubly since Kanoko was making a large fuss on what was generally accepted now as a risk that can occur with the sport. With that said everyone was gathered at empty classroom in which they were told to go to.

Yumi ignored people as they were seated in the classroom with some dealing around she was able to exchange her blitz gundam for something new along purchasing a full city. Which was standing in front of her right now completed and ready for battle later when she had time she had a few ideas on how to beef up the IBO suit. Still looking at it she couldn't wait to try it out once more she tried a IBO kit once but was unable to really work with it as a whole due to her limited time with it. Still this case was different she would be able to do what she wanted with it and finally get a full use of what to do with the suit itself.

[User]
The delay in class start was to Cassandra's benefit. It gave her time to finish repairing her Barbatos, and give her Crossbone a better look over and give it a bit of a touch up. She also saw her mother off as Alexis needed to get back state side to get back to her shop. Alexis bid her daughter, Sakuya and Dani good bye for now, telling them to keep in touch via video chat or Email, there was some talk of having Alexis stay on, but it was short lived, Alexis really felt her place was in her own shop, teaching others what she knows and not be limited to those that had already proven them selves in some way or another, sighting the look on some of her students faces when they got their first win, or even seeing a kit they built come to life for the first time as a big part of the reason why she felt the way she does.

Cassandra sat in class, waiting for it start. She did watch as others came in and sat down, but really she was trying to think of away to upgrade her kit, Alexis having given her some advice before she left, but she still wasn't sure what to do past that she needed to do something.

[Assistant]
The Hi-Nu Gundam she brought in with her had been cleaned, buffed, and then repainted with her own custom colors, maroon with bone white as the majority of the suit's complement and a light shade of gray for highlights. She hadn't done much else; there hadn't been any time, and even with the tools she had brought, there was nothing more that could be done other than some extra etching and some parts refining.

A pamphlet explaining the finer points of gunpla battling was on her desk, and although she was loathe to admit it, such incidents that Jessica had gone through were commonplace, though not particularly dangerous. Kanoko knew that her own sport of weightlifting had its share of injuries and several dangerous accidents that were near lethal, so in comparison gunpla battles were relatively safe.

Placing the Hi-Nu on the desk, she sighed a little, leaning back and folding her arms across her chest. "Well, I guess it's just something I'm gonna have to push through..."

[User] Jess entered the classroom (more like some Victorian surgery observation room, but it was useful for everyone to look at the arena) and looked around now. Spotting Kanoko, the girl walked up to join her friend. The care she had shown jess had gotten through to her and earned her trust and loyalty. "Nice hi-nu." said Jess to her friend, setting her pale rider on the desk infront of her. It had its own custom paint as well, but while leaving the suit there. Now she worked on Barbato's custom form. This suit was speaking to her, she had a story to tell with it and the start was with these graze repairs to a suit that wasn't barbatos.

[Assistant]
Justin entered the classroom shortly after Jess did. He spotted Kanoko and Jess and went to sit nearby, but not too close by. He had finished cleaning up the Xamel after its first fight and had just recently been finishing up the Cherudim SAGA and GP02A MLRS/Beam Bazooka type kits. He didn't say much because his mind was focusing in on customizations for his Gunpla.

"Alright, so I'm thinking a close combat weapon or two, a beam machine gun, missile packs for the legs and other shoulder, and some kinda heavy beam weapon for the shoulder that doesn't carry the cannon on the Xamel." he thought, "For the GP02, maybe some kinda high-powered melee weapon, a weapon rack to hold one of the front pieces for the bazooka, some kinda ranged weapon to handle if I'm unable to use the beam bazooka or MLRS tubes, and the standard GP02's bazooka front piece. Finally, a set of bayonets and backup ballistic weapon should be good for the Cherudim SAGA's main weapons, though I need to figure out more possible customizations for it, alongside potentially getting myself some more Gunpla."

[User] Sakuya sighed as she walked in looking at the class it seems they were already on the start of customizing one starting to replace the barbatos with graze parts, one had painted their hi-nu, Finally one had made a lot of minor changes to a full city she could see clearly the minor modifications while keeping its appearance relatively the same. She could applaud their eagerness they clear saw that the rules didnt outright deny customization after the testing round and went with it. As she walked to the center area due to the design of the classroom everyone's view was centered on her. She went to the podium and placed her black clipboard done. "So class I see you taken no breaks to start customization. Such eagerness is always good to see you saw what you had and went to adding your own touches or in some cases saw what was wrong and went with something different. In the end this is about freedom of choice and of doing what you will. A ball can be more than a sad grunt suit it can also be a transformer if you show wish. This is what I learned from these very halls so long ago that gunpla is about freedom of choice and of will. Beyond that let us start our first class shall we? Behind you is a select amount of known mp suits and limited amount of customization parts you as a builder need to learn to adapt no matter what you face. This is meant to test on how well you adapt with these situations." As she said that a large cart revealed showing limited amount of suits as she said. A z'gok,zaku 1,graze, Waff, Cgue, BuCue, flag, tieren, Serpent, leo. Beyond that laying besides was extra kits and weapons laying in a large box.

[Assistant]
Cassandra looked to the pile of Gunpla as Sakuya spoke, and the extra parts. Mostly trying to see if any of the MP types 'called to her', which she figured the Graze would, but seeing the Serpent next to it. That ended up being her choice, if for no other reason then how 'slept on' Serpents are.

So after walking over and grabbing the Serpent box, she looked at the box of random parts, for a good minute. Occasionally sifting through the parts, looking for something to get that spark going. It wasn't till she found a pair of Gatling Shields from the Full Armor Unicorn that the lightbulb went off. She grabbed those and a pair of 3 tube missile pods she'd seen in an extra parts kit, and a few stray Beam Saber handles and headed back to her seat and started seeing about trying to build the rather vague idea she'd just had.


[System]
"Witch, at your service!~"
Or Selma Baumn. Only those she trusts will get her name though.

Age:
20

Birthday:
Fall 13th

"Well, if it wasn't obvious you funny little human, I am a witch~"
Occupation:
Witch (in training. Shhhhhh. No one knows)

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Background:
Until recently, Selma had been a fairly normal girl. Well, by recently I mean since she was about sixteen. Until then, she grew up in the countryside, a country town a bit of a distance from Bellview. She grew up there, and since her parents were wealthy store owners from the city...well, she turned out somewhat spoiled. Most of her early childhood was spent slacking off, being spoiled, and generally being a brat. Life continued like this for most of her childhood, until one day an odd visitor came to the town.

Being the somewhat curious child she was, she took an interest in this cloaked stranger. It didn't take her long to figure out that this stranger, wasn't exactly your average traveler. She was a witch. You know, like, the magic ones who turned people into toads. Selma was instantly fascinated. It took some coercion to be able to convince the witch to teach her and that she wasn't going to be a nuisance, but eventually she managed it.

Eventually, time passed and she turned eighteen. That was as long as the Witch was going to teach her. She left that day, and told Selma that one day she'd return to see just how far she progressed, and that in the meantime she should go out and explore the world herself to refine her craft. A year passed with no sign of her teacher returning, so when she was nineteen, she moved out and traveled for a bit. Eventually, the young witch ended up in Bellveiw and moved in.

Currently, she runs a small shop where someone can request her magical services if they're desperate lucky enough to pay her a hefty sum catch her in a good mood.

Personality:
Confident, curious, arrogant, somewhat childishly stubborn, impish, and a bit condescending in her demeanor. She's got a mouth on her that is most often put to use for insulting people or otherwise making a nuisance of herself. That said, she's not a completely terrible person. She just doesn't like people getting in the way of her...whatever it is she usually gets up to. She does in fact, wish to help people with her magic, but the fact that she is still in training and often messes up quite a number of spells tends to overshadow that.

To the people who manage to befriend her, they'll have a friend for life, and she'll support them to the best of her ability.

Likes:
Grapes, Sweets, Ice Cream, Cake, strawberries, cats, milk products, tea products, rainy days, snow, wine. (She's not 21 yet, but shhhh)

Dislikes
Eggs, vegetables, other fruits not listed above, summer time, hot weather.

Appearance:
Pale skin with red colored eyes, framed by thick locks of black hair with similarly colored clothing. Indeed, most of her wardrobe consists of darker colored clothes. Often times she wears a fine looking sleeveless dress, along with modern looking boots on her feet. The most striking thing about her wardrobe, however, would be the somewhat ragged black cloak she wears. She's hardly the most physically intimidated of people, though she stands at 5'7" and while she's not all that physically impressive, she's not unfit, either. Overall, she has fairly feminine features and is about average in all the assets department.

(As for the life of me, I can't figure out how to link the actual image from that Dream Selfy site for whatever reason, here ya go)

[User]
The sun rose high behind the mountains of the small island Bellview resided on, shining it's morning light on the streets of the village. Beep beep beep beep beep- Guinevere gripped the top of the table and pulled herself off the floor, turning off the alarm. "7:30 a.m. already, huh?" With a deep sigh, she looked over at the pile of fabric and tools which had surrounded her on the floor. "Not even half way to being finished... Who would request a wedding dress when they weren't even engaged!?" Ruffling her hair, Guinevere made her way to the windows, opening the curtains a bit too theatrically. The Tailor set herself into a rush, shrugging on her periwinkle cardigan and running her fingers through her messy waves, I'll wash it tonight... she thought. Taking a moment to peek in at her mother, who was resting peacefully in bed. Shutting the door quietly, she walked out of the house. Locking the front door, she took off towards the Tailor's shop a few yards away.

The morning air was crisp and the dew covered the newly bloomed flowers and the growing leaves on the trees. Spring is so colorful, I should start on some spring clothing. Guinevere unlocked the front door to the shop and let the keys slide into the pocket of her cardigan. Opening the curtains to the large front windows of the store, and flipping the "Come in! We're open!" sign around, she sat at the front desk and pulled out a granola bar from the drawer. The automatic coffee pot started brewing right at eight a.m., as expected. "Mmmm..." she let out, the coffee's scent filling the small shop, "Good Morning."

[Assistant]
It was a lovely spring morning in Bellview as Ralph got out of bed; by the looks of where the sun was, the day had started not too long ago. He would need to get to work at some point, but he lived in the second floor above his own store, so Ralph could take his time. The apartment itself was basic, but comfortable; two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a combination kitchen/dining room. "7:30? Eh, I've got time." He took a shower, threw on his t-shirt and jeans, and glanced out the window to see if anyone was waiting on him. Nope. "Oh, that's good, I can eat." With that said, Ralph grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster. Once it came out, he grabbed some grape jelly, a glass of water, and today's newspaper from the apartment entrance and ate some breakfast.

"Hmm…8:30, guess I should get to work!" And now the day would begin; Ralph went downstairs to his family's store and started his work. At a glance, the shelves were pretty full, so he wouldn't need to order anything. And upon examination, the cash register and deposit box for purchases were full too; everything seemed to be in good order. It's not like crime really was an issue here, but it never hurt to check. The store also was pretty clean, so that took care of everything that really needed to be done.

"8:35 and all of my work is done. I'm getting more efficient every day!" he joked to himself. And with that, Ralph finished the last tasks he needed to complete; he hung up the store's sign, unlocked the door, and went out for a walk to enjoy the day.

Open - Pay on Honor System, the sign said.

[User]
~The Ever so Great Witch in training, Selma~
La la lala la~
An average start, to an average day

It was a warm, pleasant spring day all things considered. Flowers were likely blooming outside, children laughing and playing, birds singing. Really, as the sun rose over the mountains on the Island Bellview was located on, it created a rather picturesque display. Anyone who had a daily schedule of work to keep would likely already be waking up, or at least attempting to wake up.

Well.

"ZzzzZZZzz...."

Most people.

"Nooo~....don't take...giant ice cream muffin cake...Ehehee...~"

The Witch in training known as Selma Baumn was still busy snoozing away the morning. She was sound asleep in her bed, soft purple covers pulled over her head, talking quietly in her sleep in an uncharacteristically cute fashion. Soon though, a loud, echoing chime ran echoed through her room. The source, a antique looking grandfather clock. Likely an alarm to wake the one still sleeping despite being morning.

The girl pulled the covers over her tighter, as if making an attempt to make a shield against the loud ringing of the clock, reveling in whatever sweet-filled dream she was likely having. Unfortunately, the chime of the clock wouldn't be ignored. It continued, for a full minute. Every chime, the girl pulled the covers closer around her. Eventually, the young witch couldn't take any more and she shot straight up in her bed, appearing somewhat disgruntled.

"Alright I'm up, jeez!" She yawned, stretching her arms in an attempt to help herself wake. "Urrrgh...stupid...mornings. Why can't they...just not come?" She questioned to no one in particular as the chiming in the clock finally stopped after tormenting her for the past minute. She sat on her bed for a few minutes, still groggy and somewhat half asleep. It was spring. Her second most disliked season next to the scorching heat of summer, and she was hesitant to even start working or even wake up.

...she sort of wished she could just hibernate through spring and summer. The childish thought amused her slightly before she decided she better go and make herself look presentable to the populace. So, she stood, and started making her way out of her room. Or would have, if her foot didn't get caught on a loose blanket and she promptly fell flat on her face. Another uncharacteristically cute 'squee' noise escaped her mouth as she face planted.

"Owie...ow...ow." She held a hand to her forehead, likely where a bruise would be forming. Well, nothing a small tonic couldn't heal, but ugh that was embarrassing. She was glad no one saw that. So, without thinking too much about it, she stood up and got herself presentable. Got rid of her bedhead, bathed, had breakfast (which consisted solely of strawberries, tea, and a sandwich), dressed herself in her usual black dress, boots, and donned her trademarked witches cloak.

She had decided she wouldn't open her shop today. As she had no reason too, after all. If someone wanted to request her services, it wasn't like she had to be there anyways. She could discuss details anywhere. Not that she was probably going to be getting much business, though...the villagers of Bellveiw didn't seem keen on her help.

Which was fine. Magic was a rare talent and shouldn't be abused by funny little humans in just any manner~

By the time she was finished cleaning up, it was around eight in the morning. She took a deep breath of the spring air. Well, it wasn't too warm yet, so maybe today wouldn't be entirely frustrating. She'd go out to the woods, maybe. See if she could find anything useful. So, humming a quiet up beat tune to herself, she left her home.


[System]
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Nick's skin is tinted more blue than green. He's also a bit on the weak side.

Personality: Over all, Nick is as decent as you'd expect from a goblin. He eats with his mouth open and burps loudly to complement the cook and will only bite you if you try to steal his stuff. Socially he's pretty well balanced and can often read the room to figure out what's going on, even though he might be too stupid to act on it.
Indeed, Nick's gifts, plentiful as they are, did not include a brain that could rival the household cockroach. As such Nick has many friends that sort of takes care of him, makes sure he doesn't fall in the well. Again.
Past Life History: Once, in a different world, there lived a young street urchin named Tom, or Tim, or Kim... No one cared really. He... Or she, froze to death quite unspectacularly during a winter night.

Level: 1
Talent: Scavenging - While completely devoid of Einsteinian intelligence Nick's eyes are almost always on the move. He has a knack for finding things. Both stuff, lost things and things you didn't know you'd lost until you found it in Nick's bag.

Skills:
* Night Vision - Allows one to see more effectively at night and in the darkness.
* Absorption - A monster specific skill. This skill allows monsters to gain the skill(s) of the creatures they devour. The amount of skills gained in this process is limited to a 6 time usage. Choose your stolen abilities wisely. Uses will reset to 6 upon Ranking Up regardless of the amount you have used. (Remaining Uses: 6)

Inventory:  A loincloth.

[User]
A beetle husk fell from the corner of Scar's mouth as he met the gaze of a stranger. The Armored Tanuki looked smart to him. Were those plates on it's back? How clever... I want to be clever, he thought. Maybe there was a way he could be more like the creature that lay watching him. He reasoned that the creature was wondering how it could be more like him as well, judging by how it was examining him. Maybe it would be in both of their best interest if Scar examined the tanuki more closely.

Scar wasn't fast, but he was sudden, and spontaneous. The tanuki thought it was nestled in foliage such as branches and leaves. But with a crash there was nothing between it and Scar. He closed the distance simply, snapping through the weak undergrowth to arrive directly in front of the tanuki and get his hands on it. The tanuki knew of no animal with such a lack of grace and yet stunning efficiency. It was like the goblin now grappling it was a tiny bull in a tiny china shop. The foliage hadn't seen it coming and now it was flattened and broken. The tanuki could be next for all it knew. For now it was being stared at, held and groped by a monster with the shining eyes of a child that has been presented a toy. For some reason there was a weird expression of camaraderie on Scar's face as he aggressively invaded the critter's space.

[Assistant]
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Stinkbomb

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The little green goblin was sprawled across a bed of dead leaves in the cave, arms and legs stretched out and mouth hanging open with a stream of hot drool trailing down his cheek to his pointy ear. His chest rose and fell with his audible open-mouthed snores. Flies danced and partied over his smelly form. He had slept in a secluded area of the cave due to other goblins complaining about his stench. Stinkbomb was his name, and he had become so desensitized to his own musk that he had actually believed it to be a natural odor that all goblins should have.

The goblin had large hands with rough fingers and large feet. His torso was smaller than his limbs and his ears were the size of mini traffic cones. A sharp and abrupt fart escaped from between the goblin's legs, causing him to snort loudly and wake in a start. The sounds of machinegun fire and exploding bombs strangely echoed through his head as he groggily looked about the cave, eyes squinting through heavy lids. He sat upwards, motioning to his simian stance, resting all his weight upon his knuckles. He noticed that a few goblins had left already. What? They could go outside now?

Stinkbomb's eyes opened a little wider with excitement as he scampered over to the cave entrance. He sat down on his bottom like a dog and raised his big foot to the side of his head as he began using his dark, cracked and plate-like nails to claw at the back of his head. After a good scratch, he dropped his leg and a large grin expanded on his face as he took off like a dart into the foliage (and he might have left a green odor-like trail with how bad he smelled—let's just say the flies were upset that he left).

The ground was wet and cool beneath his hands and feet. The bushes wiggled and the dead leaves leapt to his scampering. The goblin leapt onto an old mossy fallen tree and ran across it up to a broken limb that made a good perch for surveying the forest.

A bird started singing, uttering a musical tune. Stinkbomb's ears twitched to the sound and he peered up at the bird that was puffing its feathers and singing away. Dragging his tongue across his dry lips, Stinkbomb happily attempted to sing back to the beautiful bird:

"Rah-rah-rah-rah-raaaaah!" the goblin sang.

His breath gradually travelled on the air, drifting over to slam the poor bird in its face. The bird's beady eyes bulged in shock, its feathers ruffling as though a shudder had shot up its spine. It couldn't sing! It couldn't breathe! To Stinkbomb's surprise, the bird suddenly collapsed from the tree, legs in the air and curled.

The goblin blinked as he stopped singing before his eyes narrowed mischievously. He looked left and then right before he climbed down from the broken branch and hopped down from the log. He walked over to bird and nudged it with his fingers. The bird gave no response and it was still soft and warm. Score! Snatching the bird within his grubby hand, he tossed it into his mouth. He chewed its corpse, spitting feathers as he happily pranced back into the bushes.

"Rah-ree-rah-raaah~!" he continued to sing. The bird's song was now stuck in his head.

[User] Atlack gazed at the two rabbits hungrily, not even noticing the tidbits of drool, the only thing stopping her from jumping on them right then and there were those fearsome looking horns. Perhaps one of them and she wouldn't have given it a second thought, but two of them was a different beast altogether. They were small, but they only meant they were a little bit smaller than her, those horns were more than large enough to skewer her. Now Atlack was not a tactician by any means but her small brain knew something else was in order. At least they hadn't noticed her. Hm... Atlack stared at them dully for a few moments, then looked around for ideas, spotting her tail unless he was careful. But more importantly she'd found a fairly large rock. Atlack picked up it, hefted it experimentally and peered at the rabbits some more. She could throw it at one... but then the other would be fine. Oh a stick! It was a fairly hefty short stick, it would allow her to clash with one of the rabbits if it came down to. Atlack hurled the rock as hard as she could at the head of one of the rabbits. Given she hadn't been detected, an entirely possible development, it should land squarely on the poor thing's skull and crush it. Atlack immediately picked up the stick and held it up warily, unsure of what would happen next. Bunnies just ate plants so the other one should run now, right?

[Assistant]
When Jeas finally woke up, the first thing he noticed was that most of the other Goblins were missing. While he a bit concerned for them the cave had been safe for his entire life and he doubted that would ever change, so he was sure they weren't in danger. Using the cavewall for support he got up and went to check for food. For some reason there wasn't a single bite to eat in the entire cave. Confused he asked Gobbie for a snack but she told him he would have to hunt for it himself outside.

Jeas stared at the large world just beyond and nervously made hi first step into the forest. When he wasn't immediately attacked by who knows what he relaxed a bit. Five minutes later he had gathered enough courage to move his other foot out of the cave. He decided that he would look for food here so he coulf run back to safety and let Gobbie deal with any monsters that attacked him and that he would only move on if he didn't find anything.

[User]
Eventually, gradually, with excruciating slowness, a large form unfolded in the middle of the now empty goblin nest. The form, which may have been three or four goblin babies, was in fact a single specimen. He scratched his chest idly, his wide tongue wetting his lips, while his gaze lazily searched for the other children, most of which huddled around him for warmth the night before. A not entirely unpleasant pain shot through his eyes when he looked at the daylight creeping in from outside - it was time to move, to live, and every muscle and nerve in his body ached to be used.

He looked at his feet, and found between them and his gut a small piece of cloth tied with a loose string around his waist. He was strangely proud of this thing, his first invention, solving some strange unspoken need he had to have something over his privates. But the day, ah yes, it had so much more opportunity -

ROOOARRRRRRRRRRGHHH

The sudden loud noise sent the goblin named Klump scampering to a corner of the cave. Trying to push as much of himself as he could into the shadow, his eyes darted all over the cave, searching for the hidden assailant. But other than Gobbie, who didn't seem worried at all, and a few sleeping children, he was alone.

The roar came back, as loud as before, with a strange deep pain in Klump's gut. He slapped his forehead - he was hungry is all! And it was high time to do something about it.

With a careful waddle, Klump emerged from the cave mouth. It was his first time, and he met a plethora of new visual experiences. Which he had the intention of turning into culinary ones. He pulled a large, teardrop shaped leaf from a nearby brush and carefully tasted it. It had a strong, bitter taste, with a slight grassy tang. Filing it away under his loincloth, he proceeded to taste all the plants in his vicinity in search for one nutritious and tasty.

[Assistant]
Mi who was watching this was surprised by her attempt but knew that she would be someone that he would have to look over,Moving to the next rock that was a bit closer to the female goblin. "Interesting...i wonder if she is going to eat it?And what of that rabbit will it attack her?If so should i help her or watch her die?" He thought to himself snickering softly.

Watching Atlack chuckling the rock at the rabbit.

[User]
Nick woke up.
He was rather good at it, he reckoned. His eyes opened and the dream, which it must've been, was gone. Instantly he sat up and looked around in the darkness. Some light passed in from a hole in the wall and lit the cave up to a point where no kind of torch was needed to see. An elderly, ancient goblin stood there. Watching the fresh batch of goblins. Nick pulled himself into an upright position and with another incredible ability managed to alternate his weight between the lower stumps that shot out of his torso and thus move the entirety of his entity forward, toward this ancient being.
He locked eyes with her and felt en incredible warmth and wisdom coming from inside. He smelled the air around her and somehow remembered that smell together with safety and tenderness... And a good thrashing for something.
He opened his mouth and spoke to her, with a worried expression on his face and the kind of deliberate articulation that made very clear that even the act of speaking took up a considerable amount of brain capacity.
"Hello"

Not waiting for a reply, Nick's eyes were on the move. He turned away and bent over so far that, in order to keep his balance, he had to put some weight on his arms. Scurrying around in there on all four like a dog or a rat or a cat or a mouse or a tortoise...
What was he doing again?
He sat down to figure it out, he had been doing something, otherwise he couldn't forget what it was. You don't forget nothing. His eyes wandered around the cave and fell to the floor where a smooth pebble was stuck with a ray of sunshine. Happy about this new discovery he dragged himself over to it, completely forgetting about the revolutionary locomotive system that he'd used the lower stumps for earlier. He picked up the pebble and held it between two fingers. As he held it, it became warmer. Thinking that the pebble might get uncomfortably warm he put it back down on the ground again.

The mighty roar of a battling dragon of the demon realm was heard and instantly drew Nick's attention to it in short bursts. A big, fat goblin tried to make himself into a pancake to escape the sound. He looked terrified and sweaty. Then the sound came again, this time from the fat goblin's middle part, the big one. Fatty left the cave, using an ingenious mode of transportation where he moved his lower stumps to go forward. Nick tried his hardest to imitate the fat one, but he hadn't eaten enough, not even if he held his breath and puffed up his cheeks did he look anywhere near the big one.

Not wanting to leave this new comrade, Nick picked up Pebble and walked out into the forest and the sunshine.
The big fat one tasted a leaf. So did Nick. He didn't care for it much, but kept eating it because in the second that it had taken Nick to pick up the leaf that had fallen from the fat one's unmentionables he'd already wandered away and was putting something else in his mouth. It was going to be a long day.


[System]
Age: Appears to be somewhere between 17 and 22

Appearance:

Bio: Loki - or this Loki at least - should not exist, not like this. Not here and not in this form, or forms. He/She was accidentally - and unknowingly - created by another Loki, the God/Goddess of Mischief and Stories while more or less restarting a universe. Though this Loki is not the same as the Loki who created Him/Her there are some minor similarities - personality wise at least. However the Loki of this world has nearly no memories of any other Loki. He/she just wants to learn how to be a real hero and doesn't care about being a God or a Goddess.
Ability:

Shapeshifting - The only ability Loki has more or less mastered by now - though he/she can't quite control the ability the shifts themselves are well executed, but for instance being startled can cause him/her to change shape by random.

Super strength and durability - Strong enough to stop a train and durable enough to shrug off for instance being stabbed in the gut.

Ability to create minor illusions - Loki can create very lifelike illusions, but his/her short attention span makes keeping them up very difficult.

Flight - Loki can fly, not very fast though. It's more slow levitating than real flight at this point and losing his/her concentration brings him/her plummeting to the ground.

Energy projection - Loki can hurl around bolts of energy, admittedly he can't collect enough energy to do any proper damage yet. The ability however is very good for making toast and looks kinda cool.

Teleportation - Loki has NOT gotten the hang of this ability yet. He/she might accidentally appear in a completely different place than where he/she intended to so for now the teleportation is more random blinking.

Child of a villan or a hero: Technically the child of Loki, The God/Goddess of Mischief and Stories.

[User]
"Well you never answered me when I asked who you are!" he shouted after her. Normally he'd be quiet but this girl was pissing him off. Guess that's a good thing?
Jake then looked back at Hanz. "Yeah. I mean with all those bags and that uniform. You kinda look like you're meant to be at a boarding school."

[Assistant] "As it happens, I am not from around here." Hanz states in his cold manner."Ein should never go far away from their home unprepared. Zis will not be a trip over ze wochenende." He continues calmly, as if explaining something to a simpleton."Nor is zis all I brought vith me, but as eine could easily expect, zings go missing und nothing is ever simple."

[User] Sybil smiled wide and nodded vigorously, "I'm Sybil Strange! Nice to meet you Whisper, right? I'd really love to learn if you're willing to teach me."

[Assistant]
a huge mess
Screaming at the top of her lungs "ITS WHIIIISSSSPPPEEERRR!!!"
"yup whispers my name!"

[User] "Well you're accent is a dead giveaway that you're not from here." Jake raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "I'm Jake. You are?"

[Assistant] "Tired of repeating myself for ein." Hanz sighs. Apparently his voice had not been loud enough for everyone i nthe hallway to hear him the first time. Or then they were not paying attention,w hich was more likely answer."I am Leopold Hanzel v-...You knov vhat, just call me Hanz, zat is good enough for me." He states while looking at Jake dead in the eyes.

[User]
The first teleportation hadn't quite gone as planned, no sir! Not at all like planned. The second teleportation had actually sent him to the school grounds this time. The fellow clad mostly in green was dripping with water - like he had decided to go for a spontaneous swim or something like that. Loki came to the conclusion that he had teleported outside the correct classroom even! As he calmly removed the headpiece/tiara/crown of his and ran his fingers through the dripping wet hair he took a moment to look at the people around himself - he was a he, right? A quick glance of self examination verified that he indeed was.

There were a lot of people present - one of the fellows had a cool coat - not as cool as his own though, but still passable. Loki glanced around and did his best to be as inconspicuous as possible while leaning against a wall and doing his very best to seem like he had been there all along - instead of just appearing out of nowhere and in doing so breaking school rules. So he just remained there, dripping water.

[Assistant] "Alright Hanz, nice to meet you I suppose?" Jake held out a gloved hand towards Hanz. He attmpted a slight smile then dropped it immediately. Nope. Can't smile.

[User]
As she pulled up in front of the school, her nerves got the better of her. Iona stayed sat in the back of the car, clutching on tight to her bag.
"I can't possibly do this."
It all seemed so big, so many new people, so may things to go wrong. She thought back to home, where everything was relatively simple, easy as it could be. Now here, this is as if the difficulty had increased time ten.
"You alright there Miss?"
Iona turned away from the window, looking at her taxi driver. Her parents offered to drive her, she could have even flown but yet, Iona decided a taxi was the most normal approach - even though this isn't the most normal of schools…
She nodded in reply to the driver, and slowly exited the vehicle. As soon as Iona had collected herself on the side of the road with all her belongings, the taxi whizzed away.
Iona exhaled deeply before setting off in the direction of the entrance to the school. She proceeded to enter the hallway where she was greeted by many, many other students. The knot of anxiety grew even tighter and felt like it was suffocating her. She backed away to the side of the hallway.
Have classes even started yet? She thought to herself, I don't even know where I'm going…

[Assistant] Avary still sat on the floor, when he saw his cousin walk in the front door. He sped over and wrapped in a speed hug. "Hey Iona, I though you weren't coning here?"

[User]
Before she knew it, Iona was enveloped into a hug from Avary. She was kind of awkwardly positioned in the hug, but appreciated it nonetheless.
She laughed politely, "Hey, um, yeah. Parents thought it'd be for the best. I didn't think I'd see much of you, since I'm guessing we're in different classes? But I guess I was wrong."
She chuckled again, releasing herself from the hug.
"It's good to see you though." She smiled.

[Assistant] Jake watched as the boy wizzed past him. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Excuse me." He then walked over to the two, slowly and silently. His steps were actually quite light, it was almost like he was gliding and not walking but he was for sure walking.

[User]
More people. One that arrived to the scene while wet behind his ears, literally, and one that apparently was related to the kid he still thought did not belong in this building. How delighthful, he snorts to himself and shakes his head. How long was he going to be standing around in this damn hallway to begin with? He had thought that he was going to be late the first place, but apparently he had arrived quite early. He had a few questions about his living conditions, but there had been no one to ask from so far. He glances down at his luggage again and reaches down to open it slightly to take a peek inside. He sighs and closes it, shaking his head slightly.

Sausages.

[Assistant] Loki - still dripping some water - approached the fellow in the fancy white coat while fixing a little smirk to this lips. "I'm gonna guess you got the wrong case? That happens awfully often." He ran his fingers through his hair again and placed the headpiece - maybe he should just call it a crown after all - back on his head while pointing a thumb at himself. "Laufeyson, Loki Laufeyson - or Laufeydottir when feeling like it. So I gathered you were lord something something... Hanz was it?" Loki had an accent that could be called 'very vaguely scandinavian'. "Could really go for a good bratwurst right about now. Completely missed breakfast."

[User] Finding the crowned kid more interesting then jakes apparent cousin, Whisper watched the words being exchanged between the crowned kid and Hanz.   hmmmmm  as she watched their mouth movement. Whisper made them say something entirely silly and different, as she thought out loud in a barely audible voice.

[Assistant] Avary looked at his older cousin. "I'm glad your here, the only other person that's likeable, is the daughter of Deadpool. So, how's Aunt Wanda doing?" Avary asked Iona.

[User]
Avary looked at her. I guess he's the closest I have to a brother. This was true, with no other siblings, and no other cousins, Avary was the closest she probably would ever have to a brother.
"She good. Business as usual. Still managing to be both confident and caring, also still trying to get Dad's cooking skills up to scratch…" Iona laughed awkwardly. "How's my favourite Uncle?" She smiled.

[Assistant] "Dad's fine, still speeding along life. Good thing Aunt Wanda's fine. And helping Uncle Vision with cooking, it leaves a bit to be desired. So, how're you?" Avary asked, Iona was always like a big sister to him.

[User] Hanz looks at Loki for the longest of short whiles. Then he reaches into his luggage and picks up a vacuum packaged sausages. Four of them in the clear plastic pack. "Ze first zing you do vith ze nev people is to bum food, ja?" He asks and slaps the pack on his hand.

[Assistant] Loki lifted his eyebrow in a manner that for a moment made him resemble a famous sport's entertainer and smirked while pocketing the sausages at least seemingly to the inside pocket of his coat. "Well... I wouldn't call it bumming, more... Appealing to people's sense of sharing? Yes. Sharing." He examined Hanz curiously, walking around the fellow like he was a mannequin or some sort of a strange piece of expressive art. "Now, I'll pay you back in some way. Probably, most likely. So... uh... thanks." The green clad fellow lifted his right hand, offering a fist bump.

[User]
"That's good!" Iona chuckled, "I'm… Alright, I suppose. Everything's a bit new and I don't really know what I am doing… What about you?"
She looked again at everything around her, all the new students, new corridors… Iona knew that this is what her parents wanted, but is it where she wanted to be? Was she going to be okay?

[Assistant] "Nope! I'm doing what I normally do, just winging it. I wonder if we're in any of the same classes."Avary asked Iona. "Now, do you want me to introduce you to te daughter of Deadpool?"

[User]
"Sure, she's not as bad as her father... Right?" Iona smiled at her cousin.
She looked around at the other students, wondering which one she was.

[Assistant]
@PaintLynn
"Define 'bad'." Avary said with a smirk and ran over to Whisper. "Hey Whisper! Meet my cousin Iona."

[User]
@Sovay
Whisper turned to look at Avary with a smile, seeing this as a chance to make another friend she gets up and joins Avary and his cousin Iona. She grins at the girl as Whisper holds out her hand. "Nice tah meetcha! I'm Whisper Waverly Wilson! I'll try not to be offended by you calling my father bad" she snickers Teaseing the girl.

[Assistant]
@Sovay
Avary watched them talk, and tried to discretely pull out a cup of coffee, which he was not supposed to drink, because of the caffine.

[User]
Iona shook Whisper's hand, "Well… I… Er… Didn't mean, like, bad bad… Just…" She trailed off, she could feel her face flushing. "Sorry…"
She took her hand back and brushed her hair behind her ear. Iona noticed in the corner of her eye that Avary was taking out a cup of coffee.
Iona rolled her eyes, "You know, you're not supposed to have that."
She was very much like her mother in many ways, including her accent. Although it wasn't as strong as her mothers, you could hear Sokovian in her voice.

[Assistant] Luke listened to their conversation. Eavesdropping. He felt proud of himself. Buuuut soon he felt guilty and decided to speak up. "Uhm hey?"

[User] He looks down at his fist and then back up into his eyes. For a moment it seemed that he would leave him hanging, but chose otherwise and finished the fistbump. "Ve'll see in some vay." Hanz states while closing up his luggage, standing back up straight and adjusting his coat."So. Loki huh?" He more so repeats instead of asking."You vould not happen to have anything to do vith ze Loki that is infamous of telling tales zat might not alvays be..accurate to say ze least." He then asks as warm breeze surrounds the dripping man and dries him up swiftly before fading away into the winds.

[Assistant] "Well as it turns out yes." Loki adjusted his now dry coat, coughed a little and spread his arms in a very much overtly dramatic manner. "I am indeed the same Loki! I am the God of Mischief and Stories!" After the rather dramatic little performance he lowered his arms and scratched the back of his head while adding a bit sheepishly. "Or the Goddess of the same sometimes." Then he shrugged his shoulders and continued. "Now, I might tell you about how I once shot a dragon with a bazooka. It may not be true, but it would one heck of a story!" Calmly the green clad fellow tilted his head to the left and managed a picture perfect so called 'shit eating grin' "Also I'll have you know my lies are very accurate."


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9" tall, Tiral has a fairly average build for his age, which is kind of strange considering how he's perpetually surrounded by the other Iron Rose Knights who seem to be much sturdier than he. His light brown hair is cut short, but has found a way of remaining a shaggy mess that barely avoids his eyes, even while he is wearing armor. More often than not, though, Tiral opts to avoid the usage of any large plate armor or metal armor, instead only wearing stronger equipment over his vitals and leaving the rest under regular leather garb. His sword will often times be sheathed at his side, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Personality: Tiral is... Actually fairly deliberate for a knight, if not somewhat bored by the peace of everyday life. His journeys at a young age meant he was already able to experience life in the real world, and since then the dusty old libraries that the mages hold in such high regard have been... Well, fairly dull. This doesn't mean that he isn't devoted to his work, but rather that he does not wish to learn anything unless he finds it interesting. Even so, his patience when it comes to such things is unparalleled. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can slap some ice onto people's mouths when he's trying to focus. That too.

Brief Backstory: Having been orphaned a young age due to an illness that wiped out the rest of his village, Tiral was taken in by a priestess of Mayon who was moving with a group of travelers to bring aid to those in need. Though he was never explicitly religious, he greatly appreciated the efforts put forth to save his life, even then. As he grew up alongside these people, the priestess soon found that Tiral had an aptitude for magic. With a recommendation from her (and the goading of those around her), Tiral went off to the capital to further his studies of magic. Sadly, the monotonous life of a studying magician was not quite what the then-young boy had expected of magic.

It was then that he heard of the Iron Rose Knights, whose feats were oft recorded in the books he was forced to pore over. Deciding that the life of a knight was much more entertaining than the life of a magical scholar, Tiral packed up his things once more and went to join the order. Learning the sword came about as easily as magic did to him, but the combination of the two (and his somewhat strange insistence on learning both at once) made him particularly noteworthy among that year's recruits. Since then, Tiral has been honing his abilities, both magical and physical.

Equipment: Other than his rather 'unique' set of armor, Tiral wields a shortsword and a small ceremonial dagger. While the sword is standard-issue, the dagger is mainly used as a catalyst for some of Tiral's larger spells. It may be used as a glorified kitchen knife, but he'd probably never stand for that. More often than not, this dagger is tucked away in his shirt or under his breastplate, but it never leaves his person.

Skills: Contrary to many of his peers, Tiral has chosen not to solely specialize in the way of the blade; rather than just being proficient with his shortsword, Tiral is also proficient in the usage of magic in combat. This magic, focusing mainly on the manipulation on water and ice, has become particularly noteworthy for those who are particularly religious. He, quite frankly, just sees it as sort of a coincidence; his specialty being water does not mean that anything was pre-ordained by the gods.
Probably.

[User]
Tarrya rode sullenly alongside Garrett. She had never been comfortable in the saddle - despite being taught the basics of riding growing up she had never taken a liking to horses, or saddle sores for that matter. Even as a lieutenant of the company, when nobody would've looked twice had she taken a captured warhorse or two for her own use, she had preferred to fight and command on foot, sacrificing the mobility and height advantage for the security provided by her own two legs. Not that she would be commanding anyone anytime soon - this order had ridiculous notions about eligibility or command, just as bad to choose a young girl for her time of birth as to choose a young man for his family connections. As it was, the horse she currently rode was a far cry from the impressive steeds she had sold after the occasional capture of a knight, she was hardly a massive weight, even with her armor, but the beast seemed to lag behind the other horses all the same, struggling with her weight. He didn't have much longer, she reckoned.

Branches seemed to mock her as they poked her in the face, just how they would do so she was unsure - but she had never been fond of thick forests. Too many friends had met their end in an ambush from thick woods before. Of course, the commanders of this little detachment would probably not even factor that in - and so far she hadn't seen the faintest hint of a scouting party sent out to reconnoiter the area. It was almost as if there was an untrained sixteen year old in command, or something preposterous like that.

She kicked the spurs of her horse, urging the animal on again to catch up with Garrett. He seemed to be joining a few of the other knights in a small little circle, probably discussing tactics. She smirked to herself, overhearing a small fragment of conversation - at least the girl seemed to realize charging in bellowing was a poor course of action. Maybe with some experience she would turn out competent after all; only time would tell however, and no amount of heavy armor would save them from any poor decisions she made now.

And still no sign of any attempt at recon- she perked up, one of the knights had actually suggested sending out scouts! Incredible! Perhaps more than a handful nobles knew basic tactics? Most of them didn't, in her experience, but this woman made her hopeful. She knew the woman would likely not notice her - after all, she was simply a commoner to them, beneath their notice. Unlanded nobility were not exactly the most prestigious members of society, and she had been adventuring with a mercenary company for the better part of a decade. In all likelihood, this woman would likely consider her simple common dirt to be ignored. Nonetheless her scowl softened, almost approaching a faint smile, and she nodded towards the woman, clearly wanting to offer her own input but remaining silent.

[Assistant]
Fanilly couldn't help but wince slightly at the lack of address of her as captain. While she knew that the undead Knight of the Iron Roses did not mean it in the same way as others who may have had the same sentiment, that didn't stop her from finding doubt welling up in her mind once more. She tried instead to focus on the advice given: That the shield-wielding knights among their forces advance first. It was sound and a strategy she should have discussed earlier. The young captain couldn't help but feel her foolishness for not mentioning such a thing before. What if someone had gotten killed?

Her grip tightened. No. She couldn't let such things get to her. Not now. Fanilly had to prove herself. She had to ensure things went successfully. If her mind was flooded with doubt, that would be just as dangerous as charging in blindly. The blonde took a deep breath, but before she could respond, one of the other knights, Marianne, spoke to the Tyaethe, attempting to jump to her defense only to be swiftly met with a rebuttal. And then... the sharp, short tone of Lady Silvern's reference to her as captain made it all too clear what her opinion of the matter was, even if she said little more then to post lookouts. That, too, was a wise choice.

"... I understand," the pale young girl began, "It had been my intent to send our forces in groups to surround the camp once we have located. Shields first is only reasonable. I believe that the bandits may not be expecting our order to attack them first, however, and may be caught unprepared."

After she had finished speaking, one knight, Sult, spoke up... and... and called her cute?! Fanilly's cheeks were suddenly burning with embarrassment, and she quickly looked away, eyes fixed firmly downward at her mare's back. She shifted atop it, trying not to make her awkwardness noticeable.

It likely did not work whatsoever.

"Ah... ah... I... well..." she trailed off. However, her downcast gaze made her quickly realize that they had reached the point where the forest grew too thick to maneuver on horseback any longer.

"... We..." Fanilly took another deep breath, trying to compose herself, "We must dismount before going any fur-"

She stopped dead as she looked up. Ahead, wheels smashed, caught up against a tree, was a cart. A horse lay dead in front of it, arrows sticking from its side and neck. A man lay on the ground. He wasn't moving.

The Order's duty came to the forefront of Fanilly's mind immediately as she lept from her horse. There was the sound of metal on leather as she drew her longsword in one hand, the blade flashing in the light of the setting sun. Even if this was foolish... if that man was alive...!

The Captain of the Iron Rose Knights sprinted forward without a second thought. Soon she was upon the cart, coming to a halt and kneeling beside the downed man. He was an older man, in his forties perhaps, with black, short hair and simple clothing. His side was soaked in blood, and there was a gash in his flesh. And yet, he was still breathing, even if he was pale an unconscious.

"... He's still alive!" Fanilly called to the others, looking back over her shoulder, "But he needs aid immediately!"

The man's eyes fluttered open, and fell upon Fanilly's face, then the symbol on her breastplate.

"... You... an... Iron Rose Knight..." he said, weakly, reaching up towards the girl. Her attention returned to him quickly and she took his hand in her own.

"Hold on," she began. His wound was bloody, but if he got medical attention swiftly then he could perhaps survive, "As captain of the Iron Rose Knights, we will get you to safety!"

He weakly shook his head. "L... leave, this is... a trap..."

... A trap...?

Fanilly heard the sound before she saw anything. She released the man's hand, and did the first thing that came to mind, throwing herself to the side, catching herself with her free hand as she stopped and looked up. Three black arrows had buried themselves deep in the wooden cart where she had been moments later. Almost immediately, a hooded man in ragged leather armor sprang out of the downed cart and threw himself at her.

Fanilly threw herself to the side as he swung a shortsword down towards the short girl. His sword hit dirt, but he swung back up just as she drew her dagger and immediately locked his strike up in her guard, a followup strike forcing him back immediately.

"Heh," he spat, "Skilled for a little girl, but no use when the other guys get here. What are you doin'-"

His eyes found the symbol on her chestplate, and then his gaze found the other knights. His eyes widened in horror.

"... Th... the Iron Roses?! Oh gods above!"

[User]
Though Julianna wouldn't see it, it was entirely possible that she might feel the weight of the glare directed her way by Tyaethe. Not because of the scouting suggestion, though she thought it was a foolhardy risk to split off knights one or two at a time in a bandit infested forest and hope they made it back, but because of the tone. It was hypocrisy to disapprove of others showing disrespect to the order's captain but that was never going to stop the undead; veterans got to be casual in her opinion but nobody looked down on the captain.

The glare lifted when Fanilly sprinted ahead to tend to a wounded man and instinct kicked in, with the heavily armoured knight following a moment later and--nearly--a moment too slow. Their captain's good reflexes averted needing to find another girl born on the full moon and the attempted backstabber saw how screwed he was.

He might even, for a second, have noted how particularly doomed he was as the massive sword held in Tyaethe's left hand swung round and she let out a wordless roar, taking advantage of his stunned state to make sure that he was very particularly dead. The number of people in the world that could survive bisection was limited, after all, and Tyaethe didn't pause to make sure it stuck. She pivoted with the sword itself until facing the direction the arrows came from, striding forwards despite the simple fact this was an ambush.

They could attack her all they liked. If they could even hit her armour from the right, it would be a small miracle.

[Assistant]
Tiral rolled his eyes as he watched a good chunk of the REST of the company bickering around the captain. Most of them were nobles, right? A miracle that he had gotten selected for the subjugation force, all things considered. Though... From what he had heard from eavesdropping just a little, it seemed like the whole ordeal was a little mess about the politics of the whole situation, thinly veiled with some degree of half-respect. The division seemed fairly interesting overall, but getting involved might turn their attacks towards him instead. That... That was something he would rather avoid.

The young knight reined his steed in when the captain, altruistic as she was, decided to attempt to help a man lying on the road. Tiral stared at the destroyed carriage and the dead horse before sighing. The attack was recent, given the fact that the blood on the man's clothing had yet to dry. That could only mean--!

Leaping off his mount and drawing his sword from the side, Tiral gritted his teeth in silence as a bandit attempted to assault the captain. He was promptly cut down, of course, but bandits... Well, where there was one, there were always more.

"Alright, enough chatter. Be ready for more any moment now..." he began to say before noticing the rustling of leaves abovehead. One of the bandits seemed smart enough to try and run back to warn their leader instead of trying to assault them head-on.

Not like he was going to allow it, though.

"Seek mine enemy," Tiral began to chant, a sphere of the crystal-clear liquid beginning to form in his hand. "And chain him unto this land in thine own name."

Without any further flourish or extravagance, the water shot out towards the trees, and a cry of pain (along with the sound of a few branches being broken) could be heard as another bandit tumbled to the ground in front of him. The water he had sent up earlier was now circling his arms and legs, which meant that, at the very least, the spell had been successful.

"Freeze."

And with that, the water turned to ice, weighing down the bandit from escaping even further.

"Good luck escaping from that, you scum," Tiral stated, a frown on his face as a few more bandits popped out from the woods to take them on. Oh, oh course there were more. It was a miracle that they weren't in full retreat by now. Though, to be fair, with his distinct lack of armor, he DID seem like the easiest target right about now...

"Sorry to be a bit of a nuisance, but could I request some assistance here?" the young knight asked his colleagues, attempting to parry and evade the broad, untrained slashes of the bandits. "Honestly hoping these blades aren't coated in poison, or else I might be in a biiiit of trouble."


[System]
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: The Shining Star! STAR NINGER!
World of Origin: Super Sentai
Personality: Kinji's family, being monster hunters, hunt monsters to become stronger. He even takes pictures and footprints of any monsters he comes across. Ever since Kinji learned of Yoshitaka was a Ninja, Kinji has become a fanboy of all things related to ninjas and Youkai. He's definitely an odd duck- orders to assassinate people won't stop him from being friends with them, making them huge breakfasts, and then trying to ambush them by jumping out of a cookie tin later. He's extremely friendly, if a bit hyperactive.

History:
Kinji's family, since the days of the old west, has hunted monsters. So it should come as no surprise that, when Kinji was only a child, his father and brother met their demise at the hands of a werewolf when they forgot to pack silver bullets. Kinji sought out a legendary warrior who was in the states at the time- Yoshitaka Igasaki, the Last Ninja who sealed the feudal lord Kibaoni Gengetsu after his resurrection as a yokai. Kinji begged the ninja to train him so he could avenge his family, but the Last Ninja said he lacked "Nintality"- the true mindset of a ninja. Kinji was relentless, however, and the Last Ninja eventually agreed to train the boy- if Kinji could defeat him in battle. Yoshitaka thought this would deter the boy, who would consider it an impossible task...

...Instead, however, Kinji chased him around the world for a decade, eventually tracking him to Japan, where he came into conflict with Igasaki's grandchildren, the Shuriken Sentai: Ninninger. At first, he was more than happy to join their crusade against Kibaoni's army of yokai... but Yoshitaka had other plans. He charged Kinji with the assassination of his grandchildren within a month, hoping that they would clash and grow as ninjas and people. This fell through, however, as Kinji's repeated assassination attempts (and friendly breakfasts) were stymied by the international date line. Kinji, having failed, decided to take a vacation in Hawaii.

After returning to aid in a monster battle, he joined the Igasaki school officially, trained alongside them, and helped them defeat the Kibaoni forces. The Ninningers clashed, grew, changed, and became better than they were... and decided to go their separate ways and train for a few years before reconvening to choose the next to carry the title of Last Ninja. Kinji's continued monster hunting as he travels the world, selling oden using ninja techniques to spice up the presentation to support himself.

Abilities:
-Shuriken Ninpo: the fine art of merchandise-based ninjutsu. Though Kinji is capable of highly advanced techniques, he's self-taught, so many of the basics- such as the five-element techniques- give him trouble. He's capable of pulling the cloning, hurricane, and lightning techniques with ease, however.

Equipment:
-Ninja StarBurger: A cell phone, shuriken holder, camera, and detector of mythical creatures. It's also his morpher.
-Star Sword-Gun: A combination electric guitar, rifle, and sword, this is Kinji's signature weapon. Allows him to use his offensive Nin Shuriken.
- Nin Shuriken: there are some techniques that just need merchandise a little help.
--Furai Nin Shuriken: Kinji's dual-element shuriken allows him to use wind and lightning techniques- ranging from simple attacks to combinations like his finishing moves, Hurricane Fury Slashes and Rock N' Roll Thunder.
--Otomo Nin Shuriken: These shuriken allow Kinji to summon one of three Ninja Allies, giant robots which are capable of combination: the humanoid Rodeomaru, the Bison Buggy, and the transforming submarine, Surfermaru. Combining Bison Buggy with Rodeomaru or Surfermaru allows it to turn into his Megazord, Bison King.

[User]
In the Windy City That Never Sleeps - Philip and Shotaro
"That would be correct," Philip answered the youkai, "New York is a city in America, a large country made up of several different states. Until today, neither I nor Shotaro have ever visited it. It costs a lot to travel to America from Japan, let alone as a vacation." he remarked.

Shotaro, on the other hand, was too busy taking in the sights, the smell, the… hard-boiled air… to respond to Satori immediately. He probably knew better than to fantasize about his dream New York on the job, but he he had a feeling he wasn't going to be getting the chance to do this again any time soon. To everyone else, though, he looked… odd. He was just facing away from everyone and stared off into the distance, watching the rising sun with his hands in his pockets. You could practically see a tumbleweed make its way through until he finally spoke up. "Alright," he said cooly, "The first thing we should do to learn about what's going on," he turned his head back to the others and snapped with his left hand, "Is get a newspaper. Let's see if the public's noticed anything weird going on and had it reported."

The idea seemed smart enough for Shotaro, but Philip immediately countered it with the obvious. "Surely you don't expect us to buy a newspaper, right? Who knows if the yen of our world can exchange cleanly into the dollar of this?" Shotaro had not considered that, actually.

"…W-Well, I didn't say buy, I said get," he retorted, "C'mon, let's just ask someone who's already reading one what's up." And with that, Shotaro scanned the area for anybody that had a newspaper on them, intending to make a beeline straight for them if he could spot anyone.

[Assistant]
Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in Her Fist

Even though they'd fallen over, that didn't stop Hibiki. She wrapped her arms tightly around Miku, as the other girl did the same to her. She'd already been worrying about how long it would take for her to get back, but now Miku was by her side and she didn't have to worry about that any longer! Hibiki only stopped hugging Miku when the other girl reminded her about the fighting nearby. That's right! She had to go see, she had to help out...!

Hibiki got to her feet, taking Miku's hand to pull her up to her feet as well.

"That's right..." she said, a look of determination growing on her face as she turned, eyes following the boy who had rushed off. He'd probably be going right for the fighting as well... The girl nodded firmly.

"Stay safe, Miku! I'll be right back!" she said, leaning in and hugging the other girl one last time before turning to sprint off.

[User]
Shirabe Tsukuyomi - Red Blade of War

The street Shirabe found herself deposited in was a mess. Flames covered a large amount of the area she could see, and gunfire echoed in the distance.

What was clearly a problem was the large number of shambling monsters that infested the area. And the people attacking them with large swords who she'd seen before stepping into the portal. Evidently there was only one option.

She started to sing.

Two joined round dances start your punishment

Dropping her skates out, she shot forwards, unfolding a pair of sawblades from their holders hanging from the side of her head.

I'll even turn you into pieces

Spinning around, the blades swung out on their arms in a wide dismembering circle.

By initializing my justice

[Assistant]
Goldibanne, Face of Innocence(?)

"Oh~? An excessively large knight in shining armor and his wolf have joined the fray~?" Goldibanne giggled, even as she forced a ribbon of molten gold up between one Animate Dead's legs, slicing upwards with a sizzling sound to divide it completely in half up the middle. The corpse collapsed to both sides, smoking, as Goldibanne realized further zombies approached her from behind, more still coming from the front as well. Grinning, she piroutted and leaned back on one leg, projecting one hand forward and one hand back, and sending each of her whips of gold slicing through flesh, causing Animate Dead to collapse in dismembered heaps of body parts.

"Fufufu~ Such a collection of unique people~ Goldibanne is impressed~"

She danced back as another corpse grabbed for her, shifting from one foot to another as a flash of gold took the upper half of its head cleanly off. Ah, they were just like garbage, weren't the?

... Oh, and that new girl... such a unique fighting style! Using saws in such a way, and singing? How elegant and wonderful, certainly, Goldibanne would have to speak to her.

[User]
13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi- The City Above the Clouds

As the sounds of fighting grow closer to those who approach, a pair of characters-- a man with what seems to be a human-sized puppet and something more akin to a mass of coagulated oil with a masked tacked onto it(albeit with some weird appendages sticking out of it)--appear, blocking off the pathway to the fighting. Glancing at those arriving, the man shakes his head in disapproval.

"This is no place for children right now; something is amiss, and I can't have anyone interfering with my observations. Truly, this phenomenon is a strange one, and I refuse to lose even a moment's time with my research."

With a flick of his wrist, the puppet springs to life, seemingly ready for combat if necessary.

"Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll ask you politely: turn back now and head indoors; if you refuse, then I am fully prepared to force you to do so myself."

The blob, on the other hand, turns its masked face towards the same people the man is addressing, just as ready to fight as the puppet seems to be.

Unknown City, Somewhere in the U.S.: Where Chaos and Paranoia Reign Supreme

The combined efforts of the group make quick work of the horde of zombies, leaving a giant pile of infected bodies lying in the middle of the road. The sounds of gunfire draw closer from the north, but before long, the source made itself clear: a large, camo-painted truck plowing through the streets, a large machine gun mounted on the top. The one manning it, a Caucasian man about six feet tall in what seemed to be a military outfit, seemed to be thoroughly focused on the enemies on their tail.

Namely, a group of mutated beasts, numbering about thirty or so, making a beeline for them.

"Shit!" the driver, an African American man wearing a similar outfit, shouted, attempting to swerve out of the way from the group that had just entered the location. "Who the--?! Chris! How's the rear coming along?"

"Not good, not good at all! They're too mobile and moving too erratically for me to get a lock on them!"

"Well, you'd better start trying, or else these people in front of us aren't gonna be alive for much longer!"

"People? Alive? What are you--"

"I don't know either, but we don't have TIME to ask right now! Just SHOOT!"

[Assistant]
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13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi
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Alex followed closely as the group of teenagers headed to where the fighting was at. The sounds of combat grew closer but suddenly, two figures stood in their way, stopping the group dead in their tracks.

One was a fair-skinned male sporting blonde hair and wearing an equally-colored mask (the masquerade kind). His clothes resembled those found in the Renaissance, its primary colors being purple and white. With him was a tall, female of milky white skin and short, blonde hair wearing a pink dress, a large pink... hat that appeared to have two metal protrusions, also pink in color, that was as long as her. Alex spotted that her hands were larger than her head and her robotic activation told him that this woman was more metal than man.

The other figure was something Alex was more familiar with. It was a shapeless mass, pitch black in color. It had a circular, white mask with only three holes for a 'face'. Strange appendages stuck out of it. Alex thought was a pile of biomass if he ever saw one. It was something he had seen before but never actually fought against one. Still, a fight was coming on.

Alex cracked his knuckles as spoke to his comrades. "Looks like we're not talking our way out of this." He remarked before continuing. "Mind if I take on the robot?"

[User]
Kinji Takigawa, in Kagutsuchi

STAR NINGER SHURIKEN!

THE CHANGE!

Standing on a roof, having done the stereotypical ninja run to arrive, Kinji placed a golden shuriken on his phone. With the steely gaze of a veteran monster hunter, he glared at the masked puddle and puppeteer.

"Usually, when ya got some spook and some varmint with a puppet tryin' to keep you away, that's exactly where you need to go, so... Shuriken Change!"

Guitar music straight out of a hoedown played as Kinji spun the shuriken. The spinning image of a sheriff's badge appeared around Kinji's feet, rising up and encasing him in golden light as he held his guitar-sword-gun once again. The mask of a cowboy hat, star-shaped faceplate, and golden armor encased his head as he leapt into the air, playing a riff on the guitar as he landed, golden spandex appearing around his body.

"HIDING DOESN'T STOP PARTY NIGHT! THE SHINING STAR- STARNINGER!"

The sound effects were quick to punctuate this statement: STARNINGER- WOW!