[System]
Posting just to reserve the concept and give people an idea of what I am going for. Right now I am thinking a female, always smiling and positive, basically your good natured counterpart to the other two. Also focuses on high speed attacks. Like a barrage of punches or a bunch of energy attacks fired off machine gun style as opposed to the more conventional slow charge and fire like what Goku does.

Will edit the details in in a moment.

Also I just realized I posted this in the wrong subsection. Should have been in OOC. Sorry. New to this forum. How do I delete/move it?

Ok, here goes nothing.
Species: Oni
A humanoid species known primarily for their oddly colored hair and horns which give them a demonic appearance. In terms of power they are a somewhat generic species aside from the fact that for those trained to fight and sense the fighting power of others the horn will act as an amplifier tingling and even glowing in the case of an extremely powerful presence.

On their homeworld, the Oni were a peaceful but armed warrior culture preferring to practice armed neutrality (like Switzerland) and stay out of galactic affairs while keeping a core of strong fighters to protect them self from outside threats. At the heart of this was a series of martial arts tournaments culminating with the Great World Tournament held every 10 years. The winners of this tournament earned great honor and the right to join the elite protectors of their planet. A force that was, at least theoretically meant to protect their world from any would be destroyers.

Unfortunately it was during the finals of the last tournament that their world was mysteriously destroyed somewhat definitively proving their approach wrong.Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:Young, reasonably good looking and with soft smooth skin and eyes ever so slightly larger than is comfortable for human observation she represents a well groomed female specimen of her species. A bar that, to be fair, given her current status as its only living representative isn't something she needs to try much to clear. Still, she does her best to keep her silky pink hair in order and polish her two short and mildly curved horns pointing upward to match her smile.

In terms of clothing she dresses simply, preferring full length pants and short slaves for their practicality in a fight and for the same reason cutting her hair just above her shoulders. Although she absolutely refuses to tie it.Personality:She has always been the sort to smile, be cheerful and not take life too seriously. The destruction of her home and everything she knew and cared for seems not to have changed this. Although the astute might tell that these days at times the smile is only skin deep. One thing that definitively did change is that her already strong sense of justice has developed into a mean streak meaning that she is completely willing and arguably eager to kill without hesitation anyone she considers to be a "bad guy". A be it that she will do so cheerfully.Bio:Mia grew up as a normal kid with a normal, loving family. She awoke early on to her love of fighting, her earliest memories being of her self as a small child wrestling other children to the ground with the intent of subduing them. By the time her friends were in high school she was spending every free moment of her time training with her great uncle, a renowned martial arts master known widely as the Hedgehog Hermit. His techniques focusing not on strength but speed meshed well with her natural abilities she quickly mastered his mantra of striking before her foe could react and being where his strikes would not be.

By her late teens she was already participating in tournaments working her way up toward the big prize and her all time dream a place in the Great World Tournament, a process that would last her over a decade. Sadly her moment of triumph would also be that of her greatest tragedy. For it was during the finals of this tournament that everything was destroyed.

What happened on that day is a haze. She fought in the tournament and lost. But that was to be expected of a new contender. Just being in the event was a great honor. Beyond that however she remembers little. Unusually for the contest, she recalls, an alien fighter was participating. This was not unheard of or forbidden but it was very rare. The alien, whom she remembers poorly managed to fight his way to the final round and earn the right to face last years champion. Everything after that is a blur. Unsurprisingly perhaps for it is at some point after or maybe during that fight that the world ended.

Just what happened or for that matter why and how she survived is a mystery for she has no recollection of the events. The memories lost or perhaps repressed by her own mind. But she does remember some things vividly. Images, sounds, the ground disappearing before her eyes. Just the sort of fun thing that make little girls wake up at night screaming and clawing at their eyes. Not that she does mind you, but that's a testament to her strength more than anything. Beyond those however there is nothing. Nothing but the cold, unrelenting certainty of her loneliness and a strong if undefined feeling that the mysterious stranger had something to do with the destruction of her world and her survival, both, leaving her somewhat unsure if she should feel infatuated or vengeful.Techniques:Pulse bomb: She strikes the air with an open hand punch to fire off a fist sized ki projectile. Although not as powerful as some ki attacks (example Kamehameha) it requires no charging time or preparation and can be delivered safely at any range, even in a melee.

Pulse barrage: Same as above only delivered at a very high rate of speed through rapid relentless punching with the intent of drowning an enemy in a machinegun like barrage of projectiles. This is her primary high power destruction attack.

Ki-Speed: She is train to funnel her ki into moving and fighting faster than mere physical ability would allow. She can deliver strikes really fast or fire off a barrage of punches that puts other fighters to shame. She can also run fast enough to walk on water should the need arise.

Mirror attack:
Using the full power of her ki speed she moves so quickly as to appear to be at multiple places at once. This technique is typically used in the form of surrounding an enemy by illusory duplicates (by running around in a circle) and attacking from a seemingly random direction or all at once with only one being real. But other uses exist as well.

Flight: She can fly using ki. Although I imagine this might be a default thing for us.

Super:
Kaio-ken: This technique is the last and most powerful one she learned from her master who told her about it being something past down from master to student for many generations ever since their ancestor one of the original planetary defenders, traveled to an unknown world to train with an alien master. He also told her not to use it unless her life was on the line.Transformations:Her species has at least two known and possibly more levels of transformation. However she is yet to achieve any of them. And she really does not know the details, aside from the fact they have something to do with their horns, as these are closely guarded secrets of martial arts masters just above her pay grade. And asking them is going to be a problem seeing as they are all dead.

But they are a possibility for a dramatic level up at some point should the plot demand it.Other Info:

[User]
Although it didn't show on the outside Mia was feeling pretty useless at this point. She didn't like feeling useless. She wasn't used to feeling useless. And yet here she was. The whole thing would have been aggravating if it hadn't been so funny.

Seriously, just a short while ago she was awake, hyped and feeling pretty good about her self. And now the blue guy was here with enough supplies for an army and pinkie literally rebuilt the entire city while they were asleep. Again... she rebuilt the city. Compared to those two all Mia had to bring to the table was tetanus.

A short muffled giggle left her mouth at the thought. Seriously, now all it took was for someone to show up with a barbecue and a keg and the day would be complete.

And thus her smile was genuine.

[Assistant]
@IceHeart @Chev @KillamriX88 @PPQ Purple @Double @NacNak @King Kindred

Yaksha's first night in the Time nest... had been bittersweet. Sleeping in a ruining place was quite a challenge on his own, but nothing he could not fix by focusing a little and setting up a tent worth of a Prince with what was left of his magical power. Confident it was snug and and warm enough, he set out to find supplies. He pondered...

What kind of supply would be needed the most considering half of the team was battle freaks? Healing items. The supreme Kai, Chronoa, had set quite a lot of stores, but something among them caught his attention.

"No way, they could grow this many Senzu Beans?" He said, as he weighed the storage dispositive. A capsule. From Capsule Corp. He recognized the craft. Probably Dr Briefs and Bulma of many timelines had made a killing with these kinds of devices, being exclusive sellers to the Time Patrol? Yes, that was the name of Chronoa's taskforce, according to Supreme Kai Shin. He scratched his head. He was not going to look a gifted horse in the mouth, and they would provide a good backup should they run out of magical healing.

So he set to hoard all of these seeds he could find. He was thankful none of the invaders ever realized the importance of these seeds, or else his fights would have dragged a lot longer.

Now, if someone could fix the cackling pink maniac remodelling the city rubble in modern art, he could sleep at peace. He resigned himself to the evident. This was such a makeshift team, as he entered the tent. They would need to do some team bonding, perhaps even before they set out from the first mission. The Supreme Kai had warned him about the volatileness and liability of Saiyans, and something needed to be done.

Yaksha smiled. He was sure he knew one major weakness a lot of these fighters had, and stood all night meditating to gather energy and concocting his plan.

---

The wafting smell of coffee, freshly brewed invaded his nostrils as he set towards the place they were gathering, and eyed those gathered. "Hm. Freeza-kin, you really do outdo yourself. These will be handy on the future. Also good job, Majin... I guess" he said, taking one set of capsules for himself. "I also stocked up on Senzu beans. If you haven't heard of them, it's an Earth speciality and one of the best healing items of the universe." He added, producing a small hoard of these capsules. "It will be a boon."

He then grinned, unleashing the plan. He had woken up earlier for this. "By the way, I am going to get some breakfast, if you do not mind." He said, while pointing at the buffet that had appeared not further away from their position. Saiyans could be easily tamed with enough food. And none of these species seemed namekians, who thrived on water.

It would also prevent accidental poisoning from the Supreme of Kai's Universe destroying cooking. He had heard that much.

"I made a buffet. We should fast, for we are undertaking missions of great importance." The earthling said, as he gazed upon his handiwork of magic, gathering materials and ingredients, and cooking. There were all sorts of breakfast foods in there, but Yaksha was partial to fresh pancakes.

It reminded him of his princely meals, once upon a time.

[User]
Well that just happened. Seriously, Mia was impressed. Seriously, fully impressed. In the past 24 hours she had witnessed omnicide, interdimensional travel, explosive planetary disassembly, hell, proof of intelligent alien life not descended from cows, proof of existence of the legendary kai and a strange pink girl literally reassembling a giant city in an evening... But you couldn't exactly eat any of those. And after last nights "sleep" and her adventure this morning with a can of cold, scorched baked beans she would have given her horns for a cup of hot coffee. And boy did that kid deliver.

Now this didn't mean she had to like him. The brutal way he stepped on poor monkey girls feelings back yesterday was just inexcusable no matter his mental state. And she was sure he was in one just as they all were. It just didn't excuse things. But right now was not the time for such thoughts.

Rather it was time for coffee...


[System]
Rank: Swords of Sanghelios Commando

Species: Sangheili

Appearance:
Tar (right) practices CQC tactics with an energy lance

Skills:
Experience of piloting Banshees (Type-27 & Type-54) and Type-57 Phantoms
Covert infiltration
Sabotage
Close quarters combat
Military administration & combat training
Application of non-standard weaponry

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
Type-1 Energy Sword for hand to hand combat
Type-52 Mauler for closing with targets
Type-57 Carbine for medium/long range engagements
Commando Harness (halopedia.org/Commando_harness) with propulsion unit
Type-2 Spike Grenades and Type-3 Firebombs, if available

Background:
Tar 'Mdalak was born on Brissekh, a pristine frontier world, in the 2520s. Her father was Tarkr 'Mdalakai, old swordsman and kaidon of the planet's largest settlement.

Her homeworld was heavily tapped by the Covenant for fighters, with nearly all Tar's numerous siblings conscripted into the military.

Tar was desperate to earn glory along with her brothers, but the Sangheili ranks wouldn't have her. The place of females was to guard their home keep, and a lot of the Covenant traditionalists preferred it that way. So instead she served as the captain of the guard for her father's keep.

Frustrated with the relatively small scope of her responsibilities, Tar put all her effort into modernising her troops. She expanded their training far beyond basic guard duties, incorporating asymmetric warfare tactics and mechanised detachments.

She also supplemented the traditional energy lances favoured by traditional guard units with the latest Covenant weaponry, like Carbines and Beam Rifles.

There were lots of opponents to her reformist vision, especially seeing as she was a female wielding significant influence over the old kaidon. This often resulted in skirmishes between would-be dissidents and Tar's well equipped militia. It was in danger of boiling over into all out civil war until the Brutes attacked.

The Sangheili-Jiralhanae war hit Brissekh completely by surprise. None of the Keeps received warning of the raid until Brute RCS class cruiser was in low orbit. Before any of the Keeps could react, they'd destroyed the space port and bastion compounds before deploying two companies of heavy infantry to kill as many citizens as they could find.

With the distress signal sent, Tar deployed her troops to the large city outside the Keep. With everyone behind the fortifications, maybe they could hold out until friendly ships arrived.

However, her father wasn't content to cower behind walls while Sangheili across Brissekh were slaughtered. Despite Tar's protest, he struck out for the landing zone with his retinue, seeking a duel with the War Chieftain. They found each other, but survivors say Tarkr 'Mdalakai was separated from his bodyguards during the fight and captured by the enemy.

When Tar found out her father had been imprisoned, a much worse fate than death for Sangheili, she went mad with rage. Abandoning her position near the gates of the Keep, she plowed into the marauding Brute hordes. Her vigorous training and agility let her use the Brute numbers against them, with the weight of bodies allowing her to get in close and butcher them.

When her Energy Sword expired from overuse, she took Maulers and Spike Grenades from eviscerated Brutes and pushed forward. Whipped into a frenzy by their commander's raw fury, her troops set upon the Brutes with a cruel precision. The narrow streets of Brissekh's main city ran with Jiralhanae blood.

Such was the ferocity of the Sangheili counter attack that the landing party never even reached the gates. And when a nearby Swords of Sanghelios battle cruiser arrived to help, the Brutes fled the system, taking Kaidon 'Mdalakai with them.

Upon meeting the rescue ship's commanders, Tar immediately invoked the right of release, an intention to rescue her father from a shameful life of capture. In the spirit of Thel 'Vadam's liberalisation of the Swords military, the cruiser's captain granted her passage and enlistment aboard.

The cruiser gave chase to the Brute ship, but it got away. They searched for the aggressors, but the trail went cold. Tar vowed never to give up, but accepted that she needed to contribute.

She quickly fell in with a squad of Brute hunters that were formerly part of the Silent Shadow division of Covenant crack troops. They were operating from the battle cruiser and had learned of Tar's plight. When they realised her ability in combat, they offered her a place on missions slaughtering any Jiralhanae they could find. Tar gained a reputation for exceptional cruelty when it came to Brutes, often appearing to exact personal revenge on each combatant.

It took three long years of searching before Tar got a solid lead. Some of the Brutes they'd interrogated had heard a rumor Sangheili kaidons were being held on Brute ships near a Forerunner construct known as Sarcophagus. Her squad tried to convince her the intel was shaky at best, but Tar didn't care.

She parted ways with Silent Shadow and set out on her own. Finding passage aboard a military vessel, she gained access to the Sangheili-Human facilities on Sarcophagus by joining the colony's defensive contingent.

However, despite searching for months, Tar could find no trace of the Brute cruiser. To make matters worse, she couldn't stray far from her unit for fear of being tried as a deserter. Many of the assignments on Sarcophagus were for life, but Tar certainly wasn't planning on staying that long if she could help it.

[User]
Yalu 'Suumko

Yalu's actions right out of the drop ship was a tacit blend with the ONI human operatives suppressing the emerging enemy. "We're flanked!" He announced by habit, not that anyone failed to realise the situation. Chaos ensued with explosions, gunfire and plasma bolts. The phantom was hit overhead. He was a second away from believing themselves overwhelmed before the infiltrators and Grikgar's improvised explosive gave half a second of respite.

They needed to relocate. Yalu sent a few rounds into the brutes tangled up with Lucas, took a few hits to the shield from the gauntleted humans to the other side, and then he knew he needed to punch a hole for the team.

"I'll have them scattered!" He said, taking out the bulky concussion rifle from his back. "Those pilots can be recovered!"

Green bolts of plasma jolted out and blasted the base of the humans' shield gauntlets with superheated explosions while Yalu advanced on them, step by step. He had to rout them before the crash site was cleared out.

[Assistant]
Spartan Lucas Ryker

Lucas dances back again as the Jiralhanae takes a swing at him, barely avoiding a blow that would have sent the SPARTAN IV careening off of the rendezvous point and sailing to the ground. That was close. Gotta get this one down faster. The two monkey-men had recovered quickly enough from getting bowled over, though his positioning with the second of the two to get knocked over had allowed him to ram an energy dagger into his throat and jugular vein and he had been loosing blood quickly, though that had ceased to matter when carbine rounds impacted his back and down him. The first one...well, he was angry and swinging like a wildman who's only volition was to kill the enemy in front of him, which was the over all goal for the team right now, so fair was fair.

However, as he dodges another heavy uppercut from the Brute, he realizes the crashing sound he'd heard was not from the Banshees shooting down another Brute phantom, but from the one the rest of the team had arrived on crashing. Hearing the major call out that the pilots could be recovered from the crash, there was no hesitation from Ryker. Avoiding another attack and letting his shields absorb a small burst of assault rifle fire from a rebel before another member of the team gunned them down, one of his SMG's came free of its holster and he opened fire on the Brute in front of him. The large alien didn't expect the hail of bullets, but due to their caliber, it still took most of the clip to down it. Moving and reloading at the same time, Lucas opens the channel to the Major again.

"I'm heading down to retrieve our pilot friends, keep my covered when possible but focus on helping the rest of the team." Taking advantage of the opening provided by the Major's concussion rifle, he sprinted down the ramp towards the wreckage, the SPARTAN IV peppers an approaching group of six rebels with fire from his dual SMGs, downing three and wounding one while forcing the other three into cover a nearby the door way. Holstering one SMG, he expertly pulled a frag grenade free of his belt, the pin falling to the ground as his thumb pulled it free, counted to two and then tossed it, the explosive going off midair just inside the doorway and killing the other three. Reaching the wreckage relatively unharmed, though his shield was dangerously close to breaking, he began trying to pry open the troop bay door. "Anyone alive in there?! If you are, you need to help me get this open! Rebel forces will eventually get here if you don't hurry! Hello?!" The din of the battle around him hopefully helped hide his voice, but all the same, he needed the pilots, if they were alive, to hear him and hurry.

[User]
While the firefight edged on the two continued to fight viciously as ex-marines do, lot of shooting lots of death the bad part was there was no fucking cover. Quickly, the elite team seemed to dispatch useless URF thugs and the Spartans - well they did their song and dance with the brutes. Though the battle was waning and bullets were not so friendly, shields were almost at the point of popping at this rate. Roy grabbed one of the gauntlets that had rolled her way, he turned it on making a small shield for the two. Roy kneeled in front of Elna as she shot over him, Roy shooting back with his M7 simply in hand as they dealt with the onslaught of enemies. What a fucked up plan.

Yael started to run away, probably in the direction of the bird that went down citing "We can save them!" Though it appeared most of the group went for that kind of heroics at Lucas started bounding towards the bird corpsing everyone and everything in his sight at that moment. "Pull back with the splitjaw." Roy ordered Elna as they began to inch back towards Yael though not abandoning the fight entirely as they continued to put down firepower as the elites and Spartans did their rescue mission. Besides none wanted to get yelled at again by Spartan Mom Aviza, Elna ejected a BR mag dropping it hastily as it bounced off Roy's helmet with a satisfying clink.

[Assistant]
Tar woke suddenly to the sound of rending metal. At first she didn't recognise where she was. The carefully ordered interfaces of the Phantom's control dashboard were gone, replaced by a twisted forest of metal shards, jutting out as if trying to touch her. Blue energy sparked between the shards, feeding fires in all corners of the nose cone. "Vol!" Tar choked as acrid smoke wafted into her face. "Vol!" Carefully negotiating a long spike pressed against her exposed neck, she turned to look at her co-pilot.

Even through the smoke, Tar could see Vol had been impaled through the abdomen by another metal blade. His upper body was slumped over it, arms pointing to the floor. Tar let out an anguished roar and quickly slid out of her seat toward him. Her right arm caught on something jagged, but the sharp stab of pain barely registered. Tar carefully hoisted Vol's body into an upright position and tilted his face toward her. "Prax Vol, can you hear me?" She tried one more time. No response. She growled and let his face go. Vol's body slumped forward again.

Tar got up and rushed from the nose cone, choking from the toxic fumes as she grabbed her Storm Rifle from where it now lay on the gangway. Moving through to the troop bay, she heard someone shouting to her from outside. They must have been pulling on the side doors, because the mechanism was making a sharp screeching noise to try and keep them closed. Smoke hovered just above eye level and fingers of blue lightning played across the inside of the Phantom's hull.

Tar hit the emergency manual door release and the screeching stopped. The door was still stuck though, so she rushed over and kicked the side door with the bottom of her foot. The entire section crashed to the floor; Tar raised her Storm Rifle to deal with whoever was on the other side. She was a little relieved to see a Spartan in reddish armour, but she didn't show it. She walked down the ramp the side doors had created, smoke billowing out of the Phantom all around her, weapon raised.

"Warriors!" Tar bellowed, pointing. A gaggle of Brutes, mixed rank and armour, were charging through the mess of boxes toward them. She supposed they'd seen the Spartan isolated, making a lot of noise, and wanted to catch him unawares. Behind them, she spotted a whole load of URF spilling out of a nearby entrance to the Forerunner structure. They looked to be trying to cut them off.

Tar rushed past the Spartan, firing a whole battery into the closest charging Brute until her rifle overheated. Turning it sideways, she savagely broke the rifle over his head, crumpling him to the floor. The next Brute was on her instantly, the shot from his Mauler raking her shields almost to breaking point. Tar forward rolled under the Brute's outswung arm, got up behind him, activated her energy sword, turned and plunged it into his abdomen as he turned around.

Pistol rounds hit her shield from behind, breaking it. Tar smartly stepped back behind the impaled Brute, using her sword to keep him upright while turning him between her and the hail of bullets coming from the direction of the installation. "Shield recharging!" Tar shouted, kicking the dead Brute's Mauler behind cover about ten metres in front of her. She grunted from the pain and effort of holding the Brute up as a bullet skimmed her exposed leg.

Moving them both forward a couple of metres, Tar peeked out and saw humans taking cover behind the same boxes she was aiming for. The remaining Brutes hadn't committed yet, content to stay back and spray them with spikes and plasma. With her shields recharging now, she shouted "Transitioning! Cover me!" before sliding her sword out of the Brute and running for the boxes and the Mauler she'd kicked over. Humans and Brutes fired at her from the other side.


[System]
Sex: M

Age: 18

House: Neos House

Appearance:

Duel Disk: Overall layout of the more traditional model, but the design is a brown and its borders are detailed like rocks, the longer end has a dragon's head.

Personality:Just your typical Edgelord. Drake is an too-serious and brooding figure who's motivations are to get stronger and to beat anyone in his way. Rarely does he ever smile, and comradeship is valued little in his eyes. Sure he won't mind being in the presence of others but he is quick to get annoyed and prefers to do things by himself. Even when angry, his emotions are much more controlled and rather then simply yelling he simply gets a more abrasive tone.

History: While its true no one is born to be such a brooding figure, Drake's persona gradually shifted from a typical young toddler to an edgelord over the course of his early life. By the time he entered the preteen phase of 13 he was already your typical angsty kid filled with edge. That doesn't mean he dressed like a scene kid or was over the top in anyway, but rather his pessimism and rude behavior simply fostered from his own growing emotion. He doesn't have a tragic backstory, he grew up in a somewhat wealthy family in the U.S. without any family or school issues. No bullies, no abuse, just a typical kid that never grew out of that one phase. His passion for dueling came when in middle school when other kids introduced the game to him. While he grew satisfaction from quickly learning how to beat his acquaintances, abusing his families wealth to get better cards then the rest and enjoyed the bullying behavior of belittling the other kids that couldn't beat him, there was a more hidden interest to the game's lore. Every card has a story, a story that remains hidden. The more he dueled, the more he became fond of the dragon monster type and one card in particular, Tyrant Dragon, the strongest monster in his deck at that time.

Wish: To be the strongest duelist and learn of the origins of Tyrant Dragon.

Deck:

Tail Spear of the Tyrant Dragon
Equip Spell Card
Equip only to a "Tyrant Dragon" monster. The equipped monster Gains 1000 ATK. If the equipped monster battles a defense position monster: inflict piercing damage to your opponent. If you control no monsters, you can reveal this card in your hand and send two cards from your hand to the graveyard: Special Summon 1 "Tyrant Dragon" from your graveyard.

Supreme Tyrant Dragon
Level 12 FIRE Dragon-type Fusion monster
3900 / 3000
"Tyrant Dragon" + "Tyrant Dragon" + "Tyrant Dragon"
If this card was fusion summoned using the effect of "Dragon's Mirror", shuffle the fusion materials used for this card back into the deck.
This fusion summoned monster is unaffected by your opponents trap and monster effects. This card can attack all monsters your opponent controls once each.

Tyrant Dragon Overlord
Level 8 FIRE Dragon-type Effect monster
2900 / 2500
When you tribute summon this card, you can banish dragon-type monsters from your graveyard as monsters required for the tribute summon. Your opponent cannot activate cards or effects in response to this card's summon. This card cannot be targeted by spell cards your opponent controls.

Main Deck: 41

 x3 Tyrant Dragon
 x3 Tyrant Dragon Overlord**
 x3 Tail Spear of the Tyrant Dragon**
 x2 Dragon's mirror
 x1 Wingbeat of the Giant Dragon
 x3 Overwhelm
 x2 Keeper of the Shrine
 x2 Totem Dragon
 x3 Hardened Armor Dragon
 x2 Exploder Dragon
 x2 Double Summon
 x2 Pot of Greed
 x2 Graceful Charity
 x2 Stamping destruction
 x2 Dragon's Gunfire
 x2 Blizzard Dragon
 x2 Dragonic Tactics
 x1 Light and Darkness Dragon
 x1 White Night Dragon
 x2 Dragon Ravine

Extra Deck 2
x1 Supreme Dragon Tyrant**
x1 Five-Headed Dragon

[User]
Matt Ronwell

@Blight Bug

Matt didn't mind the wake-up call at all, eagerly dressing himself, unfortunately in the uniform, though he kept his hat: and going about his morning. The introduction was nothing special but the food was fantastic. Matt loaded up on food, got some orange juice as a classic morning drink and chowed down, neatly of course. They then the announcement came about the battle royale, it seemed quite exciting. 8000 LP, battle interruption, LPs carrying over, it was sure to be a good time. As soon as the doors opened students flooded out and battles began everywhere. Matt looked around for a bit and spotted Ayami getting ready to duel the motorcyle guy from earlier. Matt walked over and took a seat next to the battle. "Hey Ayami, hey brickdude, don't mind me I'll just be watching. At least for now." He added the last part with a conspiratorial wink at Ayami and waited for the duel to start.

[Assistant]
Wordlessly did The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell draw his cards. Still squatting he took a moment to glance at his cards.

"Curtains rise." spoke Konstantinovich as he placed the Field Spell Zombie World down. The Solid Vision created a great purple smog, withered trees and most importantly tons of bones of various shapes and sizes.

Utilizing a dramatic pause Fyodor looked at his newly set stage with macabre scenery behind his helmet.

"Under freshly darkened skies
 The stage is set to no surprise.
 As a damned soldier receives a Summoning Decree."

From his hand The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell summoned forth the morbid manhorse Mezuki onto the field in attack mode. The monster heaved its axe over its shoulder and simply stared.

"With axe in hand
 The damned awaits for a further command.
 But little it can do in this act.
 And so I end his scene."

With that The Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell ended his turn.

[User] "Draw!" Gabriel declared. "Was giving me a powerful monster a part of your plan? I'll activate one of my set cards! Forbidden Chalice, activate!" A goblet appeared before Lava Golem, apparently putting out its flames but soon bolstering them. "Thanks to forbidden chalice, I do not take the damage!" he snickered. "Next, I'll summon Petit Moth in attack mode! He may be small now, but just you wait. He too is part of my plan! Battle phase! Petit Moth attacks you directly!"

[Assistant]
"Not bad," Carnel remarked. The little larvae creeped him out as it attacked him, and he was quick to swat it aside after it was done chipping away at his Life Points.

Carnel: LP 8000 -> LP 7700

"I now activate a face-down card of mine as well: Scapegoat!" Carnel said, and four more tiny lambs of varying color appeared in front of Carnel. "This summons four 'Sheep Tokens' in Defense Position, so that Lava Golem isn't going to touch me."

Sheep Token
Level 1
ATK 0 DEF 0

"Okay. Your Lava Golem will attack your little token. I hope you don't plan on defeating me with those weaklings. Go ahead. I end my turn," Gabriel responded.

The little blue sheep was shot down by a fireball, which Carmel shielded himself from the impact with his arm once more. Carmel had plenty of shields, but that meant little if he could not draw the cards he needed, and he would need them soon.

"Draw!" Carmel declared, drawing a card. Taking a look at it, Carnel smiled. It was the first step to his comeback.

"I activate a Trap card: Royal Decree!" Carmel said, revealing the other face-down on his field. "This card negates all other Traps on the field for as long as it is face-up on the field."

Now that the field was set, it was time to go on the offensive. "I Summon Elemental HERO Stratos i Attack position," Carnel declared, and a warrior an armored blue flight suit, complete with a pair of wings and rotors, appeared on the field.

Elemental HERO Stratos
Level 4
ATK 1800 DEF 300

"With Stratos' effect, I can add one 'HERO' monster from my deck to my hand," Carnel explained as he pulled out a card that had been ejected from his deck, revealing it to Gabriel. "This monster can only be Special Summoned by Tributing 3 monsters, and I so conveniently have 3 Sheep Tokens for that purpose." Then, the Sheep Tokens disappeared with a pop of yellow sparkles, and Carnel chanted, "Master of blood, strike fear into our foes. Take their strength as your own and render them helpless. Level 8! Destiny HERO - Plasma!" In the Sheep Tokens' place appeared a humanoid figure with dark purple armor and large tattered wings appeared next to Stratos, generating a menacing aura.

Destiny HERO - Plasma
Level 8
ATK 1900 DEF 600

"I activate the effect of my Destiny HERO - Plasma! Once per turn, I can target one monster my opponent controls and equip it to him!" Carnel explained. "I'll take back my Lava Golem for this." Plasma then spread his wings, and a strong wind was suddenly generated, slowly sucking in the Lava Golem.

"Hm. You're forgetting that I have TWO facedowns!" Gabriel snorted. "Once again, I have my favorite Forbidden Chalice! And I'll use its effect on your Destiny HERO!" he declared victoriously.

"You're not the only one with those 'Forbidden' cards, you know," Carnel retorted as he took a card from his hand and played it. "I activate a Quick-Play Spell card from my hand: Forbidden Lance! Plasma loses 800 ATK, but he won't be affected by other Spells or Traps." The chalice attempted to pour its contents onto Plasma, but a lance came flying out of Carnel's card and smashed it into pieces, the chalice's payload scattering everywhere with not a single drop landing on Carnel's monsters. Meanwhile, Lava Golem could no longer resist the pull of Destiny HERO - Plasma's wings and was sucked in, simultaneously freeing Gabriel from his cage. "When a monster is equipped to Destiny HERO - Plasma, he gains half the ATK of the equipped monster," Carnel explained.

Destiny HERO - Plasma: 1900 ATK -> 1100 ATK -> 2600 ATK

"Now then, let us proceed to the battle phase. Elemental HERO Stratos, attack Petit Moth!" Carnel commanded, and Stratos shot himself upward, soon reaching an elevated position before firing a twin cyclone from his rotors, blowing away Petit Moth. "Destiny HERO - Plasma, attack Gabriel directly! Bloody Fears!" Plasma spread his wings once more and fired small pellets of what appeared to be blood from them.

Gabriel: 8000 LP -> 6500 LP -> 3900 LP

"At the End Phase, Destiny HERO - Plasma's ATK is no longer affect by Forbidden Lance. With that, I end my turn," Carnel said.

Destiny HERO - Plasma: 2600 ATK -> 3400 ATK

[User]
Ayami glanced over as Matt seemed to walk over and gave a slight nod of acknowledgment towards his presence as she drew her cards. If his comment of 'brickdude' was any indication, then the person in front of her was, in fact, the culprit behind yesterday's incident.

All the more reason to handle this quickly, then. Buying cards could come afterwards.

"I wouldn't think that someone who was dense enough to attempt injury and vandalism would be a fan of theatrics, but I guess you need some outlet for your desire for attention," she said, drawing her cards and staring at them for a moment before acting. Her words were vitriolic today--understandably so, given the information she had just learned--but

"My turn. I activate the effect of Nekroz of Clausolas from my hand to add Nekroz Kaleidoscope in it's stead," she said, sending the Monster to the Graveyard and adding the respective card to her hand. "Next, I shall activate Preparation of Rites to add Nekroz of Unicore to my hand."

After a few moments of silence, Ayami followed the move by quietly activating Kaleidoscope from her hand.

"I tribute Herald of the Arc Light from my Extra Deck to summon Nekroz of Unicore from my hand. By Arc Light's effect, I can add one Ritual Spell or Monster to my hand; I'll retrieve Nekroz of Trishula," she continued, watching as the spellcaster materialized in front of her. "Battle Phase. Unicore, attack Mezuki."

Assuming the attack went through, Ayami would end her turn there. Now, it was a matter of seeing if Matt would jump in or not...

[Assistant]
Matt Ronwell

"Zombies versus Ritual monsters. Interesting. That was a neat little combo with Arc Light, I wonder what other tricks you got up your sleeve. " Matt said. From what he knew ritual monsters were generally harder to use than other monsters because they required the appropriate spell to summon. But Ayami had been able to use her cards to search for the appropriate ones as well as prepare for next turn, either pressing the advantage or recovering from a setback. Matt drew five cards simply for fun and imagined what he would do in either players situation, still sitting on the ground casually.

[User]
The one who broods menacingly

~~Rise and Shine, Edgelord~~

An alarm buzzed through Drake's dorm as he got up in a slow and exhausted manner. Today was orientation day, a day likely filled with annoying interactions no doubt. Sighing at the thought, Drake got dressed into his school uniform after finishing the rest of his mourning routine, got his deck and gear ready, and set off. At the Utopian house, an uninteresting opening with their housemaster led into him grabbing a small substantial breakfast, before making his way into orientation

~~Oh no, weak opponents!~~

Drake's cold expression made it clear he wasn't fond of this type of battle. Though life points were doubled, players were expected to go through a gauntlet of battles with no recovery of life. Instead of wasting time and energy finding others to battle, Drake stayed in the corner with his arms crossed, waiting for the opponents to drop and instead having his challengers come to him. By his calculation, this meant that his odds of being the last one standing were high as it seemed most if not all of the other students engaged each other immediately. While they would waste valuable life points, he would reserve his for the survivors and pick them off easily.


[System]
UserName: Konan375
Age: 25

Mageblood type: Aqua

Favoured Magic Class: Hydromancy

Previous Magic training: None

Race: Naerse Human

Appearance: Leith was born with albinism, so his skin is about as white as it can get. His eyes are a very light blue, and he has no hair. There is a scar that runs horizontally across his right cheek to almost his ear. He stands at 6 feet tall and is very skinny. He usually wears dark green pants and a hooded cloak of the same colour. The cloak has a clasp on it, and it was given to him as a gift. There is a silver ring on his left index finger and he currently has a gauntlet fused to his right hand that goes up to his elbow. It is roughly five times the size of his left hand.

Short Bio: Leith did not have a nice childhood. the other children were afraid of him. They had heard stories of vampires and what they looked like, and in their minds, Leith was a vampire. He had learned quickly that fear could turn to violence, and had gone home with bruises, and one time, a black eye.

As he got older, the fear disappeared, and he made some friends. He discovered his ability to control water, and started to try and figure out what he could do with it.

When he was twenty, Leith Heard about Twilight College and decided to go there and get a better grasp on his hydromancy. He figured it wouldn't take that long. A few weeks at most.

He got there five years later.

After a few days of travelling, he encountered two men who immediately apprehended him and tried to kill him because they'd "be doing Eania a favour. The only good vampire is a dead one, right?"

Leith tried to explain that he wasn't a vampire, and that the men were making a mistake, but they wouldn't listen. The men took him into a small clearing off the road. He stumbled and fell into puddle of purple liquid, which disappeared almost as quickly as he landed in it. His head was buzzing when the men picked him up, tied him to a stake and one of the men went to set him on fire. In his panic, the buzzing increased, and Leith felt water nearby and pulled at it. He was splashed by something warm and lost consciousness.

He was found by a herbalist who was restocking his inventory. When Leith woke up, he felt like he needed to repay the old man, and decided to become his apprentice. The buzzing in his head didn't go away, and his hair started falling out days later.

Near the end of Leith's fourth year of being an apprentice, the old man got sick, and quickly died. After burying him, Leith stayed at the little hut in the forest that they lived for a few more weeks, and then started out for the Twilight College for a second time. Fortunately, the second time was uneventful, and he arrived the day they were accepting a bunch of new mages. And who knows, maybe somebody there might know what's making his head buzz.

Good Attributes: Very knowledgable. He has a love of learning and can learn more quickly than other people would. He is a very kind person, and will try to help people when he can. After working with the herbalist for four years, Leith knows quite a bit about Earnia plant-life and can usually tell which ones are harmful, and which ones are helpful. He has a good sense of humour, and he doesn't let what other people say to him bother him.

Bad Attributes: He never was a strong person, but after his encounter with the men, he was weakened physically, and when he feels that his weakness stopped him from helping someone, he can get very depressed. There is a constant buzzing noise in his head that started when he was almost killed, and it can get to the point where it is distracting. Sometimes the buzzing gives him insomnia. He also trusts people too easily. He doesn't like to let other people know if he has a problem because he doesn't like to bother people with his issues.

Secret Word: Fade... wait a second. Rebirth

Yellow Ring
Name: Illuminating Ring
Description:
Type: Non-Combative/Combative
Range: Individual to up to five meters
Duration: Depends on the mode
Other information:
This ring, unlike the other two, has three different uses depending on how many taps you give the gem. One tap actives the first mode called Search, two taps active the second called Illumination and three taps actives the final mode called Flash.

Search mode is just as it sounds where the ring casts a soft, nightlight like glow to locate hidden items. The ring will flicker off and on when something is close by that the user is focusing on finding. When hot, the flickers increase rapidly to give a general and foot by foot area it is located within. However, when cold the blinking will cease into a steady, faint light much like a firefly would cast making it useless for a light source.

Illumination creates a light strength much like a campfire, lighting up several meters from the source. It is useful to see in most dark caves not affected by magic or unnatural reasons. Though unlike Electromancers who can increase and alter their light source, the ring is set at one level only at all times making it possible to be seen by others easily.

Flash is a sudden, blinding light that can affect both ally and foe alike if the user isn't careful. When tapped, it makes a small hum for a warning to the user to protect their eyes then pops, shrouding everything within the scene in bright, white light. This will stun enemies, or allies, for a brief time unless they are knocked out of it prematurely by outside influences.

[User]
Colette

She nodded slowly when he introduced himself and bowed. "Nice to meet you I am Colette." she said politely and when he mentioned the stuff that the older vampire had given her she nodded. "Yes she did give me that stuff so I can control my blood lust" she said softly, almost quietly. She grew cautious when he mentioned her to follow him and she nodded slowly and began to follow him. "What is it you wanted to show me Mr. Marchosias" she asked curiously siding glancing the male she was following with a curious but guarded expression on her youthful face.

[Assistant]
Khan

Khan had been eyeing the pair since they finally noticed each other. He had a unsettle feeling and when things started to escalate, his mind for a split second debated on sending Uicle's little mental birds to aid should the worse happen. The only problem with his idea was that it looked as if he wouldn't have much time. The two looked on the verge of attacking one another, rather it would be something which would drag the remaining student body among their clash and likely injure several students in the careless action. Not to mention the pair of them.

Of all days, why it have to be today when two Naga had to show up on their door step? The Esyire sighed, his gesture mixed in both annoyance and defeat. He should've realized today was bound to be interesting. He forced his body to relax yet one foot stepped in front of another, brought him slightly closer and inwardly made a note to talk to Tyrael. He aimed to request Tyrael to keep his guest from attacking others unless Lucilia or Uicle would have a better method to complete such a task. Still retaining a safe distant, he remained on high gaurd to interfere and separate the pair. His eyes lingered upon the pair, inwardly debated on best method that would both minimize the damage and restrain the two Naga. His mind set to call Zaad to his aid. Thankfully he didn't need to. Val, the blunt and gruff Rune Master, had leapt feet first into the heated discussion before the two vipers like creatures could tangle. Immediately she scolded both then warned them she would put them both in their place if they continued.

It seemed to do the trick as the female, Mar if he remembered correctly, had slithered away.

Yet not without cause for Khan to become concern. He would've over looked the matter if all there had been mere hissing and displays. His ears caught Mar's threat, a clear warning that she fully intended to carry it out regardless of the courtesy extended from the College, disregarded the Twilight college rules. Despite the accusations and verbal claims, he didn't completely condone such behavior. At least Alaira had the common sense to vent on potted plants or other such inanimate objects, even if it had made a few gargoyles grumble in grudging protest and earned Rathel's disapproval.

His eyes still watched the Naga leave but another voice, feminine and gentle, had spoken. This caused Khan to break his line of sight upon Mar's retreating back to the owner, his head tilted down when he realized it came from below him. His wing stretched out and up, no longer obscured his sight as they fell on what seemed to be a she wolf. Made from a combination of ivory, stone and bright gems, his eyebrow rose in question to whom the golem belonged to. His first assumption was an intermediate student's first attempt to create a higher level golem or maybe another of Uicle's.

Not aimed to be rude any farther, the Head master replied. "I believe they are called Naga. Though currently it seems they are in a bit of argument and one that is not advised. If you'll give me a moment to settle a matter, I'll introduce myself and we'll seek out you master. I'm sure he can't be far."

Though the event died down he couldn't allow the Naga to wander off unwatched. Khan rose his hand up. In moments, a small metal bird fluttered to his hand and perched there lightly. One of Uicle's many spies and sentries. The small creature bobbed its head, surprisingly gentle in its grip upon Esyire's large fingers while the Head Master pulled it close and whispered instructions to report back to Uicle. It was a simple request, one he would entrust the man to fulfill: send a few spies to keep an eye on the female Naga and some Golems on standby should she become aggressive again. Inwardly Khan only hoped he was being over cautious.

Next, he focused upon his knowledge of the Inferno, noted it was highly likely a small swarm ofbone impswould've been nested in the precise area at this current time of day within the Inferno, and quickly summoned a portal big enough for his hand. He it held there for a moment until something, toothy and hungry, bit down. Instantly his hand fisted about the unwise creature and jerked it into the physical realm, the small portal sealed once through. The bone imp squeaked in surprise to find its prey had trapped it. It was just over 2' tall, with red orange skin and bony tips at its bat like wing end. Twin horn curved up from the top of its narrow head, sided by pointed ears and slightly elongated neck. It was far too thin to be considered well fed, its long tail held a scorpion like stinger that had started to stab into the Esyire's fisted hand repeatedly until it drew a bit of blood. In a few hours the venom would've affected him, unless he attended to it soon, but first this creature had a message to deliver. One to the demonomancer Tyrael in regards to Mar. Once he bind the bone imp, Khan made his massage clear that if Tyrael's guest attacked a student, she would be forcibly removed and it was his responsible to ensure she didn't. With careless and rough discarded, he released the demon to flutter off to deliver the message. The Esyire wasn't sure if the creature would return alive once it managed its task.

He returned his focus back to the stone wolf, no farther distractions to deal with. This time he stepped about to face her, his figure fell to one knee and rested his injured hand against his leg. Still assuming the statue had been created by one of the College's current students, he continued to look in the golem wolf's diamond eyes. His mind ignored the slight throbbing started in his hand to address her. "Well, what might your name be and to which student do you belong to? I'm Khan Jevarath, the current Head Master if you're still a young soul. Though you're a little more elegant then most intermediate students have tried to create but I admit a fine job with the craftsmanship, possibly one of our craftsmen within the school or from your master's homeland?"

[User]
Leith listened to Ssarak and laid back on his bed. He raised an eyebrow when the Esyire said that he was a mercenary for a time. [i[Well, he would definitely make an intimidating mercenary.[/i] He nodded when Ssarak finished his story.

"Yeah, it's pretty much the same for me, except I wasn't a mercenary or anything like that." Leith sat up and gestured to himself with a smile. "I don't exactly have the build for it. I came here to learn about hydromancy."*And to see if I can find out what's making my head buzz,*he added in his mind. "Anyway, I'm going to try and get some sleep before the Opening Ceremony." He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes.

As much as he wanted to, Leith was unable to fall asleep, and he knew that he wasn't going to get to sleep for a while, unfortunately. The buzzing in his head and the excitement of finally getting to the college was making his mind far too active for him to sleep. With a sigh, Leith got out of bed and went to the door. He looked back at Ssarak.

"So, trying to sleep didn't work that well. I'm going to go take a look around the college, maybe find something that could help me sleep." With that, he opened the door and left the room.

He walked around the college for a while and eventually ended up in the courtyard. When he got there, he saw Khan. Khan opened what looked like a hole in the air and pull a creature from it. After a few moments, Khan let the creature go, and turned to face a wolf. Interested, Leith made his way over to the Esyire and the wolf. When he got closer, he realized that the wolf was made of stone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone in a grey cloak running up to the wolf and the headmaster.

Leith noticed another person standing a bit out of the way of everyone, just watching, and for some reason, when Leith stared at the man, the buzzing in his head got a bit louder.


[System]
OOC Note: The picture actually is Vanessa Lee Chester,
the actress who played Kelly Malcolm in The Lost World, as she appeared last year.

Damn, Ian's little kid grew up hot. :3
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Homoflexible
Occupation: Computer mainframe infrastructure technician
Personality:
A friendly and loveable woman at heart, Kelly can be quick tempered and headstrong at times. The unstable relationship between her mother and her famous father has led Kelly to be highly free-spirited and unconventional, taking nothing for granted and flying in the face of social stereotypes and typical gender roles. An avid gamer and computer aficionado, Kelly enjoys both playing in fictional worlds as well as creating her own. Her relationship with her father is the main focus of her life, both with the man himself and with people who see her as nothing more than Ian Malcolm's daughter.Skills/Abilities:* Computer Programmer: Highly skilled in multiple computer languages, as well as the lead developer on a number of proprietary forms of coding unique to her own systems and software.
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* Electrical Engineer: Skilled electrical engineer, capable of building, repairing and maintaining basic electronics with limited support.
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* Mathematician: Highly knowledgeable mathematician and expert in the field of debunking 'chaos theory' and its related schools of study.
* Athlete: Amateur gymnast, Kelly frequently jogs and has participated in fun runs and marathons for charity.

Frailties:* Failed Paleontologist: After her experiences on Isla Sorna Kelly spent some time trying to study dinosaurs, but when it became apparent she couldn't tell the difference between a Dilophosaurus and a Velociraptor she abandoned her studies and concentrated on mathematics and computing instead. Mainly to learn how to out argue her father on his own theories.
* Free-thinker: Kelly has a tendency to do things her won way, making choices and decisions based on her own gut instincts rather than taking advice from others. She often balks in the face of authority, and is more likely to do something she should if told not to do it than follow the orders of others over her own opinions.

Backstory:While she hates to be known as such Kelly's biggest claim to fame is that her father is the renowned mathematician and author Dr. Ian Malcolm, and that she managed to survive an expedition to Isla Sorna, the location of InGen's Jurassic Park Site B, when only 12 years old. After several years attempting to study dinosaurs professionally Kelly abandoned the research in favour of mathematics and computing despite the urging of her father for her not to live in his shadow, or perhaps because of that self same urging.

Combining chaos theory with computer programming Kelly specialises in creating adaptive operating systems which are capable of rewriting their own code in order to compensate for changing environmental variables, within the strict initial guidelines set by the programmers. Hired by InGen, again against the insistences of her father, Kelly has joined the development team trying to rebuild Jurassic World, concentrating on identifying faults with the information technology infrastructure which led to the disasters both the first and second time the park was built.Former experience with Jurassic Park/World:Kelly Malcolm survived an expedition to Isla Sorna when she was twelve. For further details see The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997 film)
Gallery:

1 - Kelly could crack anything upto military-grade software encryption by decompiling and rewriting the machine's base code in a matter of hours. She can design, develop and code basic programs in minutes and complex systems in a matter of days. All these skills require access to an actual working computer system however, as well as power to run them.
2 - She could repair a radio if provided with the required parts and tools, but couldn't build one from scratch or adapt electronics to do something other than their intended function. Kelly could easily build a computer from matching components and pre-prepared circuit boards, but wouldn't be able to build a circuit board herself.

[User]
Whilst Owen was indeed actually very little caring about the wheather itself -- even though he would definitely hate being soaked wet --, the following comment of one of the soldiers did kind of catch his attention. His gaze wavering from the woman in front of him over to said soldier, who was just helping the others to unload their stuff. He didn't seem to be the most enthusiastic type of guy regarding the expedition, especially when considering his words, and the blond indeed couldn't help but snicker a little. Perhaps he was right. Maybe this all was just a trap set up for anyone potentially harmful for InGen to get them out of the way. And whilst that theory seemed somewhat conspiratorial and paranoid, Owen simply couldn't deny the probably hidden truth behind it; else InGen would have certainly paid more soldiers than this poor bunch of retired Marines...
"A man with true trust in InGen's work, wow," he replied, and suddenly his mood seemed a little lightened. If he was correct with his assumptions -- although he didn't even know half of the names of these people, let alone any background information at all --, then this guy was at least as happy about InGen's plans as Owen was. Perhaps he wasn't the only one planning on not letting the company rebuild the park.
He didn't really pay any attention to the obvious scientist crossing their path, though. As already said, neither did Owen know any information about these guys, nor did he actually care.

Kelly's question about the tramline, though, immediately returned the man's attention to her, as he momentarily followed her pointing and with his eyes. And upon seeing said tramline not far away from the docks, he shrugged his shoulders at her words once more. He was a skilled biker, and could probably mount a whole motorcycle within thirty minutes if he was provided the correct parts. But he was no real engineer, and therefore couldn't exactly tell if he would be capable of repairing a whole tramline. He could give it a try, though, he supposed, seeing as he did not exactly trust anyone else with it. Especially not the security guys. They seemed rather... hot-headed, anyways.
"I suppose I could take a look at it, but I'm not promising anything. You should set your mind to walking, really." He wasn't exactly keen on walking through the whole jungle himself, but there was hardly any other option. He knew about some scientists and security division's people already being on the island, though only in the area around the docks up towards the beginning tramline. To make sure that the expidition's people wouldn't immediately get chopped off the boat the second the ferry arrived. And he doubted that anyone of these guys knew how to repair a bloody electric train, else they would have already done it.

No matter what, though, the all of sudden nudge of Kelly herself did kind of disturb his train of thoughts. And whilst he absolutely despised being touched by anyone of these unfamiliar people, he bit back a snarky comment about it the second she heard her speaking. Gaze once more travelling towards the next direction of her saying, he spotted a blong woman, not too old, apparently struggling a little with her own equipment. For god's sake, why did InGen hire women on this mission again? Not to get him wrong, he definitely respected independent women in charge -- look at Claire, really --, but he was rather opposed to little blondies stumbling along in her high-heels, doing her best to catch up with rough, impolite military men. Even though she did appear somewhat familiar to him. But he simply couldn't get a grasp at her name...
"Is this a dating mission?" he simply asked, brows furrowing a little irritated, as he once more glanced down at Kelly herself. He had of course noticed her checking him out. And now this. Then, he arched a brow at her. He just couldn't deny himself a small smirk.

Kindred
The smirk died the second another scientist joined their conversation, thought, and the first response to meeting one of the guys that had already been here prior to their arrival was a tense with a very high-held chin posture; which faltered the moment he spotted the little raptor in the man's arms, though, which just then hopped off his grasp. His eyes widened in both, shock and pleasant surprise. The name of the man didn't seem important anymore, nor what he actually did on this godforsaken island. Instead Owen immediately crouched down in front of the little dinosaur, carefully reaching out a hand, as he place down his sniper rifle. Just then he realised just what species it was -- a Velociraptor. And he instantly swallowed down the up-coming guilty feeling, glancing back up said scientist.
"Where did you get her from...?"

[Assistant]
The wind had intensified in the last couple of moments. The young blonde headed back to cargo hold and grabbed the rest of her medical equipment. Her eyes gazed around the deck of the ferry. There were men of every size, shape and culture. Admittedly she hadn't been the friendliest person on board. She had studied through her old text books, making sure she remembered everything. Dinosaur anatomy was vastly different from anything scientist had discovered. It was the reason Julia had gone into it. It was interesting to her, and challenging. She grabbed her other bag, and headed down to the docks.

Julia let a small nod the surrounding crew that had already gathered there. Owen, some chick, Dr. White, and a man around her age. They all had a dismal state about them. A dark cloud that screamed there was no hope. That this mission would kill some of them. It was more than likely. People had died on the first trip to Jurassic world and people had died at Jurassic World.

The sky reflected their moods, dark and stormy. She could smell the rain coming. She assumed they would head inland to the park, and camp in one of the run down hotels. That is if nothing were in them all ready.She heard a course comment from Owen as she walked up and her eyes narrowed. She wasn't some bonde bimbo.

[User]
The storm was making Dr. White more anxious. After a quick glance back at shore, he begins to head into the mainland and down the path to a nearby hotel. He can feel all the emotions of the others, all nervous, angry, disgusted, it really varied from person to person. Yet they all agreed to something... the emotion of worry. Now White really needed to see Dr. Wu, by all means. He then continues to walk down the path towards the hotel. He passes by Raymond Wilson Jr, who he recognized, and gave him a quick wave and "Hi" in response.

"Dr. White!" called a stern female voice from a few meters away.

White was startled after someone called his name as he jumped slightly and quickly turned around. The voice belonged to an imposing figure, a woman, with a black outfit, red, seemingly old-stylized hair, and blue eyes. Yet White realizes who she was...

"T-Tanya?" he said slightly nervously as he slowly approaches her, "My god, its been a very long time since we met. For a second I thought you were someone else."

"I get that alot." replied the woman as she looks at the island, "I guess your coming back to the island huh?"

A pause and a shrug was the only response White could give.

"And what about you?" then asked White, "I thought you were still leading squads of police officers back in New York?"

"Oh, I'm now Jurassic World's Chief of Security," she then said confidently, "I heard Hoskins was a real bitch back then... so InGen came to me and offered if I can come to take his place."

White seemed almost in disbelief. A woman in charge as Chief Of Security? That was something new.

"And don't worry." Tanya continued, "I'm nothing like that fat bastard."

Suddenly, she glares at someone by the shore. A worker was slacking off under a palm tree. Tanya made an angry scowl.

"HEY!" she yells at the worker, was he quickly looks at the Chief, "Get unloading the cargo you lazy ass! We don't have all day!"

"Y-yes mam'!" he salutes nervously as he runs to the ships to unload.

"Ugh," she says in disgust, "Sometimes I can't stand these people."

"How long have you been here?" the geneticist asked curiously to change subject.

"Already for several months," Tanya answered, "Just overlooking construction and the dinosaurs. It was pretty calm and organized."

"I see." answers White as he wipes his forehead, "Also... is Dr. Wu on this island as well?"

"He was supposed to be here yesterday," answered the chief, "However the plane ride to Costa Rica was canceled so he should be here in a few days."

"Thank you." nods White as he shifts the bag on his left arm, "Anyways, I'll be going to unpack my stuff at the hotel. Am I needed anywhere?"

"Not for the meantime," Tanya answers slightly unsure, "Once Wu gets here I'm sure he'll want all the geneticists to the lab. You should get an email from him once he arrives with all the information."

"Thank you Tanya. I'll see you around."

And with that Dr. White walks down the path to his hotel to unpack, while Tanya continues to overlook the unloading.

[Assistant]
"I never heard anyone say it couldn't be," Kelly replied with a wink as she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue and turned towards the blonde with a smile.

"Hi there, I don't think we've met yet. I'm Kelly Ma... Kelly. Part of the tech support team for this little party," As she spoke Kelly let her eyes quickly wander down the woman's body, checking out the heavy pack and the field gear strapped to her. "I take you your part of the science team?" She asked, waving her hand vaguely at the equipment, some of which she recognised from her own aborted attempt to study the 'low sciences'.

"Are you okay with all that? it looks heavy," She continued, stepping a little closer and gently stroking her hand up Julia's arm. The pack really did look heavy to Kelly, but then again she was far more used to dealing with laptops and tablets, the kind of heavy equipment you could slip inside a small bag and swing from your shoulder without needing to strap yourself in to a weight distribution harness of any kind.


[System]
Appearance
Nathan stands at around 6'3" and weighs close to 210 lbs. He wears white, yellow, and black armor. Without his armor, he has strong, brown eyes. He has the face of a strong man, not smiling too much but not angry either. He has a broad nose, a feature loved by most but hated by himself. His hair is jet black and has facial scruff, sometimes stubble and sometimes full.

Age
26

Gender
Male

Background
Nathaniel was born in the Market District of the Babel Space Station. He grew up watching his father work on Project Apollo spacecraft. He was smarter than most in his schooling, but slacked on work to be with friends. This angered his father, resulting in his start in the Babel Institute of Space Exploration when he was 16. Nathaniel was pushed hard, having to perform at high intelligence or risk getting kicked out. He pushed through it and eventually graduated. His father was given the honor to begin the Project Apollo flights, rewarding his son with Chief Executive. He continued rigorous training with his father and BISE to eventually become Commanding Officer after his father. After a mission gone wrong, Nathan's father was killed in action after being boarded by an extraterrestrial squad. Before his father died, he sent Nathan back to the Babel Space Station in an escape pod to survive. Once back in Babel Space Station, Nathan completed his required training and some extra courses, becoming the commander at a relatively young age. He commands the Apollo III, or the Pathfinder.

Personality
Don't let Nathan's young age fool you. He's definitely mature enough to be dubbed Commander Cook. Nathan is serious when at work, always doing what's necessary to complete a task given to him. He won't stop until he's finished his mission. However, Nathan is fun and friendly with his squad on board the Pathfinder. He has no problem with relaxing, as long as work is getting done or will be done later. In combat, Nathan is a strategist. He knows what maneuvers to do and when to do them. He doesn't necessarily have the best accuracy when in heated battles, but he can perform quite well under stress and pressure.

Equipment
Nathan wears white, yellow, and black armor. The armor was custom made by his father when he was second in command and he's worn it ever since.
Nathan uses an assault rifle in combat, upgraded to pierce kinetic barriers and light-medium armors. While it shoots laser bursts, it's susceptible to overheating when fired continuously, non-stop.

Strengths:
+ Nathan has connections throughout his father's name. This means high-tech weapons, armor, and supplies. The ship is a bit more fancy due to his father, as well. He gets some discounts from stores with certain alien races, too.

+ Nathan excels at strategic moves, both in combat and flight. Although he can't pilot the Pathfinder, he can order his pilot to do what he feels would be successful. On the battlefield, he can find weaknesses in his enemies' formations and patterns.

+ Nathan's charisma helps him in both combat and in conversation. He's been able to talk himself out of things, both with truth and lies.

Weaknesses
- Nathan can perform risky tasks and is rather stubborn at times. He's gotten himself injured when he decided to stay on board with his father. This wasn't a serious injury, but it left a mark both physically and mentally.

- Nathan has a lot of pride, unable to let his name be defaced. Along with this, his minor fame makes him hated by those that are jealous or where impacted negatively by his father's work.

- Nathan goes by his gut feeling, sometimes leading himself and his crew into danger and trouble. There have been times where they landed on a hostile planet and had to leave. Fast.

Speech Color
Commander Cook

Other
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[User]
"Warning!"
"Warning!"
"Critical Engine Failure!"

Commander Nathaniel Cook ran to the front on the Pathfinder, watching as an enemy ship engaged theirs. They were fired upon first as they pushed to get to a planet to refuel. The Pathfinder was low on fuel and getting shot at wasn't helping much either. Nathaniel stood next to the pilot, Sera Kennithson, and looked at the warning messages. Shot after shot, the Pathfinder was getting hit. Hard. And Nathan heard the constant beeping of the A.I. that gave the warnings.

"Do you think you can pull her together?" Nathan asked, trying to remain calm. He gave the orders to fire back and some crew members manned the guns to do so. The ship was racked with another direct hit, tearing metal armor plates off the side of the cockpit. Nathan's balance was interrupted and he stumbled around.

The enemy firing at the Pathfinder crew was a notoriously hostile group of extraterrestrials known as the Esper. They were a violent race, wanting nothing but to dominate their area. Nathan knew what they were attempting to do; they wanted to board the ship.

[Assistant]
Sera had been holed up in the cockpit for too long, she was about to go on a break when the damned Espers attacked. The Pathfinder was taking heavy damage, and systems were failing one by one. A prompt came up on the systems analysis terminal to her right, she didn't even get a chance to read it before the AI blared out the issue.

"WARNING"
"CRITICAL ENGINE FAILURE"

Sera swore under her breath, as the captain asked if she could pull the old girl together. She really didn't need him staring over her right now. "Uh. one second sir," she said pulling up a full analysis of the damage, "Main thrusters are down, we're running on Retro's and the RCS until engineering gets them back... oh fuck these guys" she cut her sentence as she swung the ship around to give the guns a better view of the attackers - all she could do now was slight course adjustments and pivot her around if she didn't want to be a sitting duck, she hammered a few buttons under the dashboard. A terminal or two lit up, but flickered. "RADAR and LADAR systems are on the fritz but they stay up long enough for what we're using 'em. If you want my opinion, we're all kinds of fucked until we get mobility again. Maybe we should prepare to be boarded, give these guys a run for their money".

Another thud hit the hull of the ship - if Sera wasn't strapped in she would have been thrown from her seat. Even the commander seemed to be struggling with his balance. Another terminal died.

[User]
For the most part, Sukaina was caught in a different state, a working state, if you will. Sitting in the armory, one filled with (what else), weapons and armor along shelves, lockers and benches. Sitting at a bench by herself, she was using a small welding tool to fuse a few circuits together on a gun's targeting HUD, wearing her tank top, dog tags, combat boots and military issue fatigue trousers. She was listening to some smooth electronica as she focused and concentrated on welding the two circuits together.

 And then an alarm sounded, snapping her out of her trance. She looked up, watching as the alarms made the lighting in the room fade in and out of red. She looked confused as all hell.

 "You can't be fucking serious!" She shouted, starting to get angry. "This better be importa-" She was cut off by an explosion that shook the ship, causing her to nearly lose her balance. "Oh shit!" She then looked to see what the warning was on her armband computer, now knowing that they were under attack from a hostile alien vessel. "Dammit!" She shouted as she saw crew members running around in the other rooms, some carrying wounded to the medical bay while others ran into her armory and grabbed some weapons. It seemed obvious that they were preparing to repell boarders.

 Immediately, Sukaina snapped on a set of her standard issue armor, putting it on as fast as she could, putting on her helmet and pressurizing her suit for space combat. After a few more explosions, she immediately grabbed her assault rifle and handgun, putting them on herself before handing out rifles to some of the crew members who are part of the fireteam onboard the Pathfinder. Once all the weapons in the locker were handed out, she got her own rifle ready and ran out into the main hall. "Commander! Status report!" Sukaina called out into the comms.

[Assistant]
Jack felt the ship lurch forward and immediately began to curse under his breath. Ships didn't lurch naturally and it always meant a headache for him. Soon after, the A.I. began to go off announcing engine failure. Jack had already been running to the engine rooms, and with the A.I. going off he picked up the pace a little more.

He was yelling at some of the other engineers that had been on duty asking for a status of the engines and what they could do for power. As soon as he knew a bit of the situation, he began barking orders to divert power to the working systems. It seemed the main thrusters were beyond a quick repair, but there was still power, for now.

They had diverted power to shields, but the onslaught was still continuing. "Stop getting shot!" He shouted into a commlink to the bridge. Not a moment after he finished a different kind of impact hit the ship. "I wonder if that pilot knows to dodge the projectiles," He grumbled to himself. He figured that may have been a boarding crew since it seemed the main fire stopped. With the ship in barely stable conditions and the shields holding fine, he moved on to help the crew repair the far left thruster. It seemed to take the least amount of damage and may be able to work in the next several minutes. He kept a few other crews keeping the other systems like RADAR and LADAR functioning as well. If they were being borded Sukaina would have to take care of it primarily with her crew.

[User]
Nathan ran to get his own weapon from the armory, only to get knocked off his feet from a boarding pod hitting the side of the ship. "Fuck!" Nathan yelled, getting up from the floor. He ran to the main intercom to alert the whole ship. He looked at the pod, knowing for a fact they were about to be boarded soon. "Everyone! We are being boarded! Proceed to the main deck for a counter attack! Sukaina! Keep them out of the armory!" The Commander ordered before the door to the pod opened. Nathan was only a few yards away and he scrambled to the cockpit. He locked the door for Sera, knowing that the Esper would try and hijack them. After this, he sprinted to the armory.

As he approached the armory, he could hear some of his lower-class crew engaging the enemy. They were in good shape, at least for now. Nathan banged on the door to be let in, the ship still being fired upon as he awaited entry. He then heard another boarding pod hit the ship, luckily only grazing the side from the erratic movements from being fired upon.

[Assistant]
"Stop getting shot!" a voice yelled over the ships com-link - Sera recognised the voice as being Reagen, the ships chief engineer. Smarmy Bastard. The ship shook as a pod hit it, boarders were here. The commander had already ran to get a gun and locked the bridge so Sera wasn't instantly jumped.

She shook her head, putting her hand under the console again, making sure her pistol was in it's place - one of the only weapons on the ship that didn't get locked up in the armoury just for situations like this. Can't have an unarmed pilot if the bridge gets breached. She hit a button on her comm system straight to the engine room, "If you want me to stop getting shot then get me some damned thrust, I can't do anything without shooting her into reverse and leaving us a sitting duck!" she yelled, hoping Reagen caught on that it was for him, the thought came to mind, Wait that might work she thought.

Her radar registered two more blips, those engineering lads knew how to keep things running at least. Two more landing pods on a direct course for them. She clicked another button, the whole ship was going to get this one. She put on her best calm and collected voice, "Ladies, gentlemen and boarders this is your pilot speaking. Please find something to hold onto, we'll be running into a small amount of disturbance in our acceleration pattern,". She waited until the blips on the radar we're fairly close. And then she whacked the ship into reverse - or well, retrograde if you wanted to get technical. The ship responded perfectly, coming to a stop fast enough that the boarding pods sailed straight past them. Hopefully the retro thrusters kept themselves up and running for any other evasive maneuvers.

[User]
Sukaina, who was already ready for battle at this point, was just about to leave the armory. However, hearing her commander bark orders through the comms, she nodded, speaking back to him. "Aye aye!" She replied, activating crew-only locks on the doors so they can have access to the weapons, but would keep the boarders from getting access to all of their weapons, armor and ordnance. As of now, she was the only one in the armory, until she heard knocks on the door. Checking the lock interface on the door, she saw it was a human on the other side, and immediately opened the door, revealing Commander Nathaniel Cook.

"Commander!" Sukaina exclaimed, a little surprised to see him here, of all places. Almost immediately, she gestured him to come inside, drawing out her custom handgun and covering his entrance. Once he entered, she would shut the door behind him and activate the crew-only lock protocol. "Your weapons are still in your locker, some of the heavy ordnance is still in their respective units if you're looking to blow the bastards back out into space!" Sukaina said, checking each of the entrances to the armory, to make sure that the boarders aren't close. "Who the hell are we dealing with? What the fuck do they want?" She asked.

[Assistant]
The commander quickly went to his locker, wasting no time to get armed properly. He grabbed his helmet, strapping it on. It was a well known fact that when he put his helmet on, he was ready to get serious. He slid his helmet on, the airlocks snapping into place to provide a tight seal to protect him as well as keep oxygen from leaking out.

"Espers. They've boarded already and they're trying to hijack." Nathan said, his voice altered and almost robotic from the inside of the helmet. He reloaded his rifle and then turned his head to Sukaina, his back facing her. "If they get anywhere near here, do not hesitate to engage. Nathan added. He knew that he didn't need to say it, but he was in combat mode.

Nathan then ran off, firing with his crew of grunts. The Espers seemed to be overwhelmed by the Pathfinder's forces. They were droppong like flies left and right, Nathan and the crew handling themselves quite well. However, another blast rocked the ship. The preexisting boarding pods were rigged to explode. Nathan realized this and darted to the intercom. The Pathfinder was going to blow soon.

"Everyone launch escape pods! I repeat! Board launch pods!" Nathan yelled on the intercom. The Espers didn't understand English, thankfully, so they didn't know what was going on. And this order had never been ordered by Nathan. He had a plan. "All crew! Stay aboard. We're kicking them out." Nathan added. Launching empty escape pods would fool the Espers and divert their focus.


[System]
* Age: 17
* Gender: Male
* Appearance: "Let's get this show on the road, I guess."
* Personality: Keita's a bit eccentric as far as people go; he's always sharply dressed regardless of the situation, which occasionally makes him stand out in the middle of a crowd of normal high school students. This stands in contrast with his own organization, though, as whenever computers aren't involved, things tends to become cluttered rather easily. Regardless of that, though, he is confident in his abilities to handle whatever comes up... Preferably as a manager or strategist, though. So long as someone else can handle everything on the front-end, Keita's content handling everything from behind the scenes of from afar, even if his own desires inevitably end up with him sticking his head into that, too. It works out well enough most of the time, though, but it can get a bit aggravating to those working with him. He is not egotistical, though; while his pride may interfere with his actions on occasion, Keita will ultimately place finishing an assignment over anyone's spotlight (including his own). He is dead serious when it comes to work ethic, though; he'll pick up the slack if someone falls behind, but after a certain point he'll start ranting nonstop about a peson not doing their part.
* Skills: Keita's a programmer at heart, so as long as he understands the language and whatever code he's looking at, he should be able to understand how it functions to some degree... Then possibly copy, change, or otherwise manipulate it as he wishes. He also has some experience working with figures and models (which stems from an older sister who loves working with them), but is usually better off working from reference rather than pure imagination.
In other words, don't make him draw anything. Even his sketches suck.
He can cook multiple styles of food quite well, though. Cool dad is cool.
* Equipment: A watch, wallet, smartphone, and keys to his home. If the stuff in his backpack (as well as the backpack itself) counts, then that too.
* Soul Arts: Con Anima: Keita gives form to an object within his imagination, which he is then able to control with a combination of magical puppet strings or pre-programmed commands. When he is in direct control, the resultant object is much more mobile and powerful than it would be otherwise. The object is limited in scale by his own abilities, though, and at most can only be about 1.5 cubic feet in size at the moment. If enough energy is funneled into an object, it can maintain form indefinitely; the problem is, though, that the consumption rate for that is rather inefficient at best. Once a certain threshold has been reached, though, the object no longer requires energy to exist in the physical sense.
His slots are hidden on the back of his left wrist, right under his watch.
* Brief Backstory: Keita was born into a family that was lucky enough to have a windfall of money; his mother was a high-ranking employee in a technology firm, while his father was a world-class chef based within Takezuma City. Even so, while they had no want for money, Keita's parents made sure to keep their children from being too complacent about life just because they had more than others. He and his sister still had to work towards their funds to keep their hobbies afloat, and they had to return results in order to keep that coming, whether that meant good marks in school, creating something in their spare time, doing well at events, or even the usual handling chores in and out of the home. That, in turn, instilled a strong work ethic within him, which led to a consistent desire by other people to work on projects...
Which tends to backfire when he ends up making the slackers do more work than they would have otherwise.
Because of said work ethic, though, Keita's life has been fairly active, which means he often goes around to talk and socialize more than one would expect. Some might say that his lifestyle is more befitting an upcoming actor, but Keita himself often denies those claims anyhow.

[User]
— Hollow Space —

She took in what she could from the exchange, although whatever visual aides that were present wen unappreciated. The she recognized Keita's voice rom nearby.

"I don't really think that we were kidnapped. I'm sure that we can go any thime. And that aside, I doubt that Tsukuyomi ha anything to do with creating Strange Gospel. She's all but asked us to put a stop to it at this point."

Haruko reoriented herself towards where the voice of Tsukuyomi had been coming from.

"So just what do you expect of us and why us?"

[Assistant]
CHIYU SHOUKEI

... We're on the moon?

"Wait okay so ... we're on the Moon, and there's uh ... stuff with our dreams?" asked the pink-haired girl awkwardly, the words flowing out of her without thinking. Everything was just too confusing for her head to wrap around; they were on ... the Moon? Along with some girl who claimed to be a god(dess?). And it was connected to all the Strange Gospel things and dreams going around and ... Apocrypha? It was the origin of that app? What did the Bible have to do with anything? "Okay um, can we get like, a more straightforward explanation?"

Throwing in the terms "collective unconsciousness", "hollow space", "Apocrypha" and others out of nowhere just sounded just way too fantastical for her brain to handle. She'd long given up on it being a dream, but if this was supposed to be reality (at some point she'd probably start panicking), then she wanted something that could be given to her straight without needing to think too hard. It had been a long day, and her brain was already tired. Even something like "there are bad guys here that are doing bad things that you need to beat up for being bad" would be better than nothing. Otherwise things were just getting weird.

An idle thought came to mind. Could she give money to this girl and get a blessing? Or were those shrine visits (ack, right she'd forgotten to go to the New Years one) a lie and that didn't work? It was a pretty off-topic train of thought so she immediately shelved it. Shoukei just wanted to get something that made sense.

Except her slow-moving brain wasn't letting her.

Aaargh.

[User]
Manami was silent as she listened to Tsukuyomi's explanations. Her expression was stiff, revealing nothing, but the studious girl's mind was reeling from the revelations. How? How could they be on the moon?! There was too much that was impossible about this... but the little girl before her was so serious in her words, and the current situation was already ludicrous enough... this was just utterly insane.

Mana couldn't help but tense slightly when Keita raised the possibility of this girl being the originator of that stupid app. She wanted to dismiss it immediately, but with everything that had happened in the last few minutes, she wasn't sure what to think. Although Haruko did point out a logical counter-argument. Manami straightened, eyes fixed to the screen with a tight-lipped frown.

"...We're to stop it?" Manami muttered, "...Forgive me, Tsukuyomi-chan... er... Kami-sama? But all of us here are, well," she gave the group another quick glance, "...No more than mere young adults, some of us still receiving education. I cannot see why we would be of any more use to you than trained professionals in this situation."

[Assistant]
HOSHITANI YUUGA

Collective unconscious? Did that mean they were unconscious…together?

Yuuga rubbed his chin. Maybe that's how they all got to the moon. Man, of all places to get kidnapped and taken to...

At the mention of Strange Gospel, the long-haired boy frowned. He quit that app ages ago, back when all the creepy stuff started happening. He could understand a tech whiz like Motoyama being called to solve whatever this goddess' problem was, but a guy like him? Kids like him? No offense, but what was this girl thinking?

Yuuga was unable to deny the mystical aspects of these revelations. Even if this was some elaborate scam or advertising campaign for the app, they wouldn't have been able to hack his dreams, right? All this stuff about 'Apocrypha' and 'hollow space'… He'd just have to learn about these things in his own time. Hopefully Tsukuyomi would explain it.

Still, the whole thing about them putting a stop to whatever these Strange Gospel problems were still troubled Yuuga.

"Er… yeah, Yamada-san has a point. Shouldn't you be getting the police or…" Yuuga remembered that they were on the moon, "I dunno, some astronauts to help you out? We haven't even graduated high school yet!"

[User]
Meanwhile, Shuusuke was busy trying to piece things together. The odds of this being a prank were remote. Not... impossible, but remote. Shuusuke didn't ask any of the questions. They were all being asked, by the other students, as this girl... Tsukuyomi? Yeah... gave her explanation.

Manami and Yuuga were quick to ask why she had chosen them, of all people. And... well, Shuusuke agreed. Why them? Not in the same sense as the other two, but... why Japan? Why Yamamura, of all places?

He thought back. They definitely weren't the only ones to have used the app. So... why them?

And then there was something else that bothered Shuusuke. It wasn't in what Tsukuyomi said, but rather in what she didn't say.

"What, exactly, are we stopping?" he spoke, for the first time in a while. His voice was dry, hoarse, and so he swallowed and spoke again. "And what happens if we don't?"

[Assistant]
Tsukuyomi narrowed her eyes.

"If I had created Strange Gospel, why would I be telling you where to go to stop it?" the miko girl asked, cocking her head to one side and making the bells jingle again. "I'm not responsible for the kidnappings, either. Anyone who disappeared is likely within Apocrypha, if they're still alive."

She gestured towards the screen again.

Before she could respond to the other questions, Hikaru was quick to interject with her own.

"Then what is Apocypha? What's been taking people there?"

For a few moments, Tsukuyomi was silent.

"... the Apocrypha is an echo, a reflection of your world within the physical space of the collective unconscious," she explained, deciding it was best to start with that. "It exists within the space created by humanity's existence, but is rejected by their reality. It's an apocryphal retelling of your world that can't coexist in the same space as it, but nevertheless exists. As for what's been taking people there..."

The goddess's eyes became somewhat downcast.

"I don't know yet. It's difficult for me to tell."

Hikaru frowned, slightly. She had hoped that someone like this would be able to provide more information on... whatever the culprits were. But perhaps trying to approach the situation from this angle was not the best idea. This was an unconventional situation, after all. It was still hard to believe it was even real, but... Hikaru had to stay calm. She needed to know why they had been selected just as much as everyone else did, after all.

"Strange Gospel originated from inside the enormous tower-" Tsukuyomi gestured to the tower visible in the dark cityscape, "-Which appeared several years ago and began to release dark creatures. I introduced the Apocrypha update in order to stall it, but it's beginning to recover."

"You still haven't explained what Strange Gospel is doing," Hikaru pointed out.

"Strange Gospel is creating fate from possibility," the small brunette girl quickly replied, "It's reaching into the infinite library of possibility that is the Akashic Record and drawing out possible futures. Once these futures are seen, it becomes crystallized. While there's no such thing as fate, when someone perceives a possible future it becomes their only future. By doing this on a large scale, Strange Gospel is being used to create a single future that cannot be deviated from."

Hikaru stared for a moment. Certainly, there were some things there that she didn't understand, but what did all of that mean? A single future? "What kind of future?"

Tsukuyomi shook her head. "I don't know. But I don't trust it. All of you have been exposed to Strange Gospel, and all of you were able to receive my contact. That's why I picked you."

The small girl raised her suitcase, which fell open. Inside was... a set of variously-colored USB drives?

"I'm sorry if this doesn't explain everything clearly, but I need people capable of receiving my contact through their dreams so easily. You can use Soul Arts," she continued, "These tools will grant you some sort of power that can let you combat the tower's spawn and enter it, in order to stop Strange Gospel."

[User]
At the goddess' initial response, Keita held himself back from making the logical comeback—that the program had some inherent flaws in the design or some sort of internal oversight that had resulted in a massive security failure or something of the sort. A lot of shoddily-made programs had that sort of backdoor or accidental problem, and even some larger programs had similar issues in the past (though they were usually patched out soon after they were discovered), so saying as much wasn't particularly wrong by any means. But if letting this girl speak meant drawing out more information (if the apparent detective's questioning was anything to go by), then he was fine with staying quiet for a while longer.

The fact that she had sent the patch out, though, at least answered one of the questions on his mind. The young man still wasn't entirely sure how far he could trust the girl in front of them, but the surreal nature of all these events made it difficult to refute anything at the moment. It sucked, but all he could do for now was...

Wait, if she made the patch, then he could totally get her to explain the dynamics of that godforsaken code! Somehow. Probably. Hopefully?

"...So. USBs, huh? I'm not really sold on the whole 'contact through dreams' thing right now, but I have to ask... Why USBs? Do we just, like... Plug them into our PCs or something? I have a laptop on hand to run whatever's on the—actually, wait, given how crazy this has all been so far, maybe I'd be better off assuming that they aren't just normal USBs, now are they?" he quipped before remembering the groceries on hand. Right.
That was still kind of a problem.

"Hey, uh... Back to my earlier problem. You know we get arrested and fined for shoplifting these days, right? We can't exactly... Uh... 'Help' you if we're stuck in a jail cell, now can we?"

Frankly, that excuse felt like Keita's only way of rectifying the situation at hand... And from having to deal with more problems once this weird mess ended. Ugh.