[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Female… mostly.

Appearance: 5'5", dusky brown skin, shoulder-length black hair, thin and slightly hawkish face with full lips, a solid nose, and thick, serious brows. She dresses very well, usually in more muted colors with simple designs.

Dream appearance: Decidedly androgynous. Her hair is cut short so that it barely reaches the nape of her neck, she's very thin and flat-chested, and her facial features are mildly more masculine. She's also just a shade taller and her skin is slightly darker. Finally, she looks younger, perhaps eighteen or nineteen. Her voice remains female.

Personality (reality): Reserved and somewhat distrustful of strangers. ALWAYS on time everywhere, and generally a hard worker, depending on what she is being asked to do. Enjoys logic puzzles and reading, but is very bad at memorization and an absolutely terrible artist. Takes commitments very seriously.

Dream personality: Angry. Not necessarily angry at other people, just angry. Above all, she will put herself and her own interests first. This is not to say she will not work with a team, but if something is more than mildly inconvenient for her, expect her to drag her heels, and she's not going to be taking a bullet for anyone. With this in mind, it should be known that she's not above manipulating someone else.

Background: Grew up in a small town. Grew bored in a small town. Found her own way to have fun in a small town when she was a young adult, which parents did not approve of. But then again, kids will be kids and should be allowed to make a few mistakes, except…
She had a younger brother. Her younger brother was diagnosed with leukemia. Saniya was diagnosed with hepatitis. Other bone marrow was used. She does not have a younger brother anymore. Bad things just happen, sometimes.
After quite a lot of therapy, Saniya got her life together. She is currently putting herself through college. Shockingly, this has not been enough to get her parents to talk to her. However, her dreams are a different story. Sometimes she is herself, sometimes she is her brother, sometimes she is both at once, and while she still remembers the last five years, she regresses to the mental and emotional state that she was shortly after her brother died. She started looking into lucid dreaming to see if she could change her dreams, because they are quite exhausting. She does not seem to have much of a knack for it.

Power: Probability manipulation. If she focuses, she is able to determine the odds of a situation going one way or the other. The more important the decision, the more effort it takes to figure out. Once she does this, she can shift the odds in favor of one outcome or another.

Other: If you can stand the heat, she's a very good cook.

[User]
Dewey awoke to shouting, clearly not the best way to wake up. " Hey! Shut the f#&k up back there, peasant! " Of course he had to call them peasants-- he was a trained sorcerer! And besides, maybe they were just random people he thought up of. A few seconds after, he ever so slowly stands up, still regaining his supposedly existent senses

Since, of course, his non-existent senses were still not there, he, like a drunk man in an alleyway, walks up the stairs. Greeted by a boring floor of what seems to be an office, he quickly walked stumbled towards the exit. By now, he had regained his senses, and had been greeted by an awfully empty scenery.

Hopefully nothing would attack ( and maybe incinerate, electrocute or freeze ) him.

[Assistant]
Truth be told, Saniya was afraid of many things. The dark had never been one of them, not even when she was a child. The darkness that came in dreams was even less intimidating, because even in lucid dreams she always had a vague sense of where everything was. It was the same as searching a set of drawers while dreaming; Saniya was never truly surprised by what she found because her own subconscious was the one that created it. It was precisely for this reason that when Saniya opened her eyes to the pitch black room that she fought the urge to panic in the dark for the first time - not because the dark was frightening, but because she was asleep and could not sense what was around her.

Saniya took a step forward and promptly stubbed her toe on something very hard and metallic. Swearing angrily, she backed up instead to find herself with her back pressed flat against the wall. It took Saniya a moment to recognize this as the blessing that it was, then she scuttled quickly along, hugging the wall as she traced her hands over it, searching for any method of escape. The doorknob rattled slightly as she tapped it with the side of her hand. Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned to face what must be the door in front of her.'Please,' she thought, and it occurred to her how stupid this was to think, given that this was a dream. Something told her that if this door was locked, she was in trouble. Thankfully, the door swung open, and a gust of fresh air welcomed Saniya into the complex.

The very first thing that the young woman did was examine herself. She inspected her hands carefully, rubbed one carefully over her facial features, and then patted her chest. "One of those, huh?" she remarked to herself under her breath, as was her habit in these dreams. It was only then that she took a look at her surroundings, only to find them utterly unfamiliar. "That's... new," the young woman observed, a slight frown creasing her expression as she wondered why she would have dreamed this. A slight movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She glanced over to see a.. was that a man or a boy? She would have thought a man, save for his diminutive height. He was wandering, seemingly aimless, through the dilapidated buildings. Saniya's frown deepened. He was new, too.

The young woman (though not at all as young as she looked) did not call to him, but she made no move to hide herself, either. Instead she waited, and watched.

[User]
Finn... Fiiiiiin. Finn opened his eyes slightly as a honeyed female voice cooed. Is it time for school already? It felt far too early and far too Saturday for these thoughts. Something was amiss here, dream or not.

Fiiin... Time to get up Finn. Pausing his thinking process as the voice sounded again, it crossed Finn's mind that this was not his sweet mother's voice at all. Finn thought for a moment before it hit him. His eyes shot open as he frantically looked around the car.

"Naula where are you?!" Finn exclaimed before finally seeing his stuffed companion sitting in the passenger seat next to him. "Thank goodness you're safe." After a short sigh of relief, Finn began to fully asses the situation at hand. After a quick glance around and some thinking some may consider to be on par with rocket science, he concluded he was, in fact, in a half buried car. Wasting no time on his brilliant analyses he grabbed Naula and tumbled over the front seats of the hunk of junk he occupied to test his luck with the back doors.

To his luck, the back seat's door was unlocked and unbroken, just begging to be opened. He did just that, stepping out afterward to get a better look at his new surroundings. The drab landscape (rather ally) he was greeted to came as a shock to him, Finn wasn't the best at lucid dreaming, but his gut told him something in the whole process had gone awry. "No sense in standing around here." he spoke to his companion. After gaining the confirmation he requested they set forth south down the ally then headed east at first chance. Wherever they were, objective one was to see the new land they inhabited.

[Assistant]
When he appeared out of thin air, Robins mind was as foggy as London town on a nice autumn morning. He shook his head and held on to the next best thing his hand could grap - the railing that spanned the balcony. It screeched as soon as he put his weight on it and flakes of rust and grime fluttered down. He blinked two, three times, but the fog wouldn't leave his field of view. Then he realised that it was the very air that was preventing him from seeing more than some old, forsaken buildings, a chainlink fence and the beginning of a large field.

With a little bit of surprise he gave the buildings a closer look. That wasn't his usual dream. If he wants to be alone, then it's normally on a nice and warm island, not in the middle of a russian zombie town! Behind him was some kind of office, but the door was shut and he was stuck on the balcony. One way in would be smashing the glass, he thought for himself while feeling up his left arm. But still, it was his dream and he could just float down, right ?

His thoughts where interrupted when he heard a squeaky, girlish voice. Robin looked down and, oh wonder, there was a little girl.
"At least it's not as forsaken as I thought." He said for her to hear. "I'm Robin. It's strange to say that here... you should know that, seeing that you're in my dream. But that said...
... if it would be a normal dream, you would be older, and not here." Flashing a wide grin he wrecked his mind who the girl could be, but he drew a blank. He has never seen her, nor did he recognize her voice. "We are in some kind of city. And who are you ?"

Robin was just about to ask her another question, when he heard another voice, but very quiet and muffled by several walls of concrete. He looked down to the girl and just to reassure himself he asked her: "Hey, did you hear that too ?"

[User]
Anya blinked. His dream? What. "Your dream? What do you mean your dream? This is my dream...I think..?" She told him, now thoroughly confused. "Names'Anya, can't say I've ever seen you in my dreams either bud."

Something was definetely odd here, neither of them had obviously ever seen each other before, and Robin thought this was his dream when Anya thought it was hers. "This is..odd. Um. If I didn't dream you up, how are you here? And if this is your dream, how am I here?" She told him.

Maybe somehow they were sharing a freaky dream sequence like in a movie or something. Then she heard a second voice she never re-called hearing before. "Mhm. This just keeps getting weirder." She replied. "If this IS your dream, could I reccommend thinking of somewhere...cleaner..next time?"

[Assistant]
After walking for quite a bit along the building, he stumbled upon two people. He listened for quite a bit, maybe this could give him information of what was happening in this dream.

He then spoke out: " Hey, you guys have any idea what's happening? " he said as he noticed what they were wearing; modern clothing. This rose his suspicion a bit.

[User] Looking back towards the fence, Shin spotted someone else. Someone besides himself in his own dream, even the idea of such a thing was unheard of. He started walking south, towards the figure of a person. He didn't call out to them, he didn't run, and he kept calm. All he could think about was why this person was here with him in this dark place. Upon closer inspection, it was a girl who was not moving, instead she had been watching him all this time. Although she wasn't very tall, he had to look up at her.

[Assistant]
The young man's direction shifted, and the sense of aimlessness vanished as he walked toward her. "Aaaand you saw me," Saniya muttered under her breath, crossing her arms. "Awesome." She still did not move toward him or away, debating what she wanted to do and wondering why her subconscious had decided to file "short guy with blue bracelet" in with "decrepit industrial buildings". On the one hand, something about this dream deeply unsettled her, and some company might do her good. But ultimately, no version of Saniya had ever been what you might call a "people-person". Making up her mind, Saniya waved her hand dismissively at him to make the stranger disappear.

He did not. Saniya cursed under her breath. She had never been very good at controlling her dreams, even when she was fully aware of them. The best that she could usually do was to sway the odds in favor of what she wanted, rather than make something happen outright. Her therapist said it was something about perceived helplessness and a low self-esteem becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. While awake, Saniya felt this was a reasonable explanation. Here, she thought it was a load of crap. Well, fine, if she could not make him go away...

"What are you supposed to be, then?" she called as soon as the boy was within earshot. In the relative silence of this place, Saniya's clear and distinctly female voice seemed nearly deafening. "A projection of my secret desire to be a dwarf?" She recognized that this was not particularly fair. He was only a few inches shorter than she was. Then again, no one had ever accused Saniya of being fair.

[User]
"What am I supposed to be?" Shin scoffed, "What are you doing here. I don't believe we have met, nor did I ever plan to meet you. And I don't remember ever being a dwarf, though your definitely not one to talk." He knew this wasn't any regular dream, but was this girl, well, pretty much a girl, a figment of his imagination? Was all of this merely a dream or something else? The feeling of not being able to control any of this was unsettling and disliked.
"Whoever you are, we can talk on the way. I was headed that direction." He gestured north, "I want to find a way out of here." He started walking away, assuming she would follow him.

[Assistant]
"And what makes you think there is a way out?" Saniya pointed out. "It's a dream. Dream-logic applies. Oh, wait, you wouldn't know that, would you?" She did follow him, though, not because she was particularly convinced that north was a way out, but more because she was concerned that something large was going to sneak up on them and she might be given more time to run if it mauled him first. Monsters were not an uncommon occurrence in her dreams.

"Anyway," she added, "dreams would have to be awfully literal to only contain the people that we know. But in this case, it doesn't matter if you know me, but that I know you, as you are my dream. Since I don't, I think we can safely skip over the rest of the 'who are you' bit and move on to getting whatever this is over with." She waved an impatient hand at their surroundings.


[System]
Theme:
Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

Gender:
Female

Species:
Lessereurm

Appearance:
Green with blue mixed in.
She looked like a fantasy version of a skink lizard, her head being more bony with scaly outcrops along her snout and over the ridges on her eyes. Though she had no back legs, her front limbs had become somewhat longer and stronger. While she didn't have true thumbs, her claws had been reduced to three digits, two of which were longer and the third of which was shorter, thicker, and set at an angle to the others. It was a bit like a human's hand making a constant "Spock-hand" by holding the index-middle and pinky-ring fingers in pairs and curling the thumb. The joints of these "fingers" and the natural curl of her claws gave her a stronger grip that she could feel even as she began to pull herself along the ground--she would be able to pull, or to scoop and dig, quite fast if she felt so inclined. She was roughly twice as long as her previous form, though not so heavy-set throughout her body. As her tail instinctively lashed behind her, she would likely feel confident that she could easily contort herself in a variety of shapes.

Goals:
Rain has only a few major goals:
-Follow any instructions from the mysterious Demon King
-Make the most of this second chance, no matter the cost
-Become the King's favorite, at any cost (selfish reasons, really)

Past Life:
There were few things more important to Rain in her short life than secrecy, alertness, and speed. She was not stronger than most, she was not at healthy as most, but with those three key factors helped to keep her alive and ahead in the dirty streets of an unnamed slum deep in the heart of Detroit.

Born to teen parents who didn't want her, it was a life of hardship from the start. She looked to her parents and was left wanting, before being abandoned at the age of six. She was a street urchin with a lack of trust and a thirst for better.

She scraped by, year after year, by honing these skills and not being afraid to be ruthless with the other filth left in the gutter, the gangs and the deranged.

Her life, however, was cut short by someone just a bit smarter and faster than she was, who happened to slip a knife between her ribs at the age of 16.

Given a second chance, she's going to do it right this time.

Transformations:
Fanged Lizard -- Lesserwurm

Inventory:

[User]
Asteria

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Asteria's attack was successful! She'd landed on the fly and tore into its wing and back forcefully, ripping off a part of its wing. Mother rat's attack injured it even more, and though it attempted to escape, the fly only managed to destabilize Asteria and throw her off with its trashing. The insect managed to tumble onto Asteria, exposing its belly in the process. One of her other companions took the opportunity to deliver the killing blow, and Asteria wriggled out from underneath the dying creature. Its legs continued twitching a while after, as was common with insect. Asteria inspected herself for injuries thoroughly, just in case the tumble had caused some sort of sprain or break. It was also possible she'd got scratched while under the insect, which could be a danger if the bloodingfly was venomous.

Just then, her attention was redirected to a blinding flash which was shortly followed by two others, all originating from the forest. Asteria closely observed the lights, wondering as to its purpose and effects. It disturbed the soil and put out the fire, and this made it all the more apparent this was some sort of magic rather than the product of technology. Who could have cast such a thing? More importantly, she had to get information on the spell itself! It was perhaps a larger scale one than she'd ever witnessed before, so there was merit in trying to figure it out. Mana analysis! Mana sense! She activated her skills, but beyond that, she focused intently on the lights, observing them carefully and trying to actively feel the residual magic that was surely present.

When the spell was done, the fire put out, and the plains saved, Asteria blinked, regaining awareness of the rest of her environment. In the distance, villagers were shouting, the sight of such grand magic awing them as much as it had her, and it seemed they were now on the lookout for more magic. The sun had also set, and their night-time vision was better than the humans', so if there was any sneaking and stealing to be done, now would be the time. However, Asteria had some things to do before that.

Firstly, there were her skills to consider. She was almost tempted to not invest them into anything yet, but according to the system, she was close to another level up.  I should get something I'm not likely to level up by myself…One of those heal skills could be useful, but we do have leftover herbs and the unknown plants. For now, then…7 points into Telepathy, 3 points into Plant Analysis.  She tested one of her skills right away, still remembering how Jason had used and trained it. Not only could she and Ed communicate unobtrusively with it, perhaps even Mother Rat could be taught, just as she'd seen Mother Slime had been.

With that in mind, she approached Ed first, touching him with a paw. She closed her eyes and focused on transmitting her thoughts, getting a feel for the spell. "Got telepathy. Will train. Could help. With Mother. And stealing," she sent the five short thoughts in intervals, though doing so felt embarrassingly similar to a senior unused to technology trying to use a phone for sending messages. When she was done, she removed the paw from Ed, and opened her eyes. "I hope that worked. I'd like to get it to level 2 soon, maybe even before we get near the humans, but I don't know if I have enough mana for that. Let me just try this with Mother rat, to see how she responds," she trailed off, and approached her Mother. She nuzzled up to her, so they were touching, but this time, instead of transmitting words, she used the telepathy to send her feelings of affection, calm, soothing, and slight concern. She hoped the other dire's rat reaction would be positive rather than bewildered.

When she was done testing her new spell, she went over to the bloodingfly, examining its parts. There were two things she wanted from it currently; its stinger, the hollow needle-esque end to its proboscis, and the wings. Asteria took her time to carefully dislodge the stinger, the needle, and the remaining wing from the corpse. If her claws and teeth proved futile, she'd sharpen a small piece of rock to help with the removal. She also closely inspected the fly's antennae and claws. Examining one corpse this reminded Asteria there was still the dead ant to consider. The most obvious part she might be able to use were its antennae, and she plucked them off carefully. It had a hard, tough chitinous exoskeleton, but Asteria wasn't confident she could harvest, or more difficult yet, use it to craft anything yet. Just in case there was something she'd missed about the ant, she used Monster Analysis on it as well.

Lastly, to prevent further incidents, she stored all the plants (and monster parts) she'd gathered deep into the hole they'd dug, making a small niche for them. "When we get all the parts that we could use from these two," she indicated the insect corpses with a nod, "We should either eat, store, or burry them. Just so no other monsters are drawn to us because of the smell," she noted. "Then...we can rest a bit and wait till the humans are asleep, or try do the heist right away," she added, curious for Ed's opinion on the matter.

Got out from under the fly after its killed.
Checked herself for injuries.
Observed the light flash.
Concluded it must be magic (rather than technology) based on its effects.
Used both Magic Analysis I and Mana Sense I while observing the spell.
Tried to feel the residual magic of the spell.
Heard the humans in the distance.
Got Telepathy and Plant Analysis with her points.
Practiced telepathy first on Ed, then on Mother rat.
Worked on removing the stinger, needle, and wing parts from the bloodingfly.
Plucked the ant's antennae off for later use.
Used Monster Analysis II on the ant.
Stored the plants and gathered monster parts into the hole they've dug, making a small niche to better store and obscure them.

[Assistant]
Oberon was concerned as he saw the Slime roll over Digbie, the Goblin likely unaware of the enemies approach as he was focused on meditating, but luckily it looked like the malleable nature of the Slime's body protected him from being crushed entirely. His Mana Slice and Ash's poisonous attacks struck the Slime's mass, neither having much effect but the former at least managing to draw the Slime's attention along with his shouts.

Trying to attract the monsters attention may not have been the smartest idea however, as the Slime lashed out at him with a long pseudopod; the attack was well telegraphed, the appendage being used having to grow from the Slime's body before it could be used to strike, but it moved with surprising speed aided by the Slime's rotation as it continued to rush towards him. Oberon flew to the side, barely dodging the attack due to his small size and aerial manoeuvrability, feeling the air disturbed by its passing buffet him.

A little dazed by the near miss, the Sprite shook his head before rising higher above the Slime, hoping to make it a little more difficult for those pseudopods to reach him if not impossible. Looking for the others and finding only ash and the still stunned Digbie before him he called out what he had learned from his analysis before going back on the attack. "It's weak to magic, fire especially! It's too tough to damage normally."

Putting his own advice to use, he formed a Fireball in his hand and flung it down at the Giant Slime. Other spells could have been as effective, any element other than Earth or Wind would work, but fire was the only element that he was sure almost everyone in the party had access to due to their training the previous night.

Dodged attack from Giant Slime
Cast "Fireball I" at Giant Slime

@Gardevoiran@Rune_Alchemist@Old Amsterdam

[User]
~Temporary Campsite~
Throat Pouch:
- x1 Mana Crystal
- x5 Nothing
Rawhide Backpack
- x5 Nothing

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Ineffective, though perhaps not entirely without use. The orange slime rolled right over Digbie, in a rather comical sight that would have earned a chuckle from her if it wasn't a mildly life threatening situation. Inhaling, Ash took a quick glance at others, taking note of Oberon's words and her own observations. It was easy to assume slimes were strong against physical attacks - cutting through jelly didn't typically do much damage.

Turning her attention back to Oberon as he cast 'fireball', Ash quickly activated her Mana Vision, trying to see its magical makeup. Having the baseline for magic was good, but observing someone else using an elementally aligned magic would give her a better idea of how to go about doing it. Lacking any sort of fire magic, she decided to settle herself into a more support role for now, using 'Shield I' on Oberon, hoping to lessen the impact that pseudopod would have.

Mana Vision on Fireball
Shield I on Oberon.

[Assistant]
Torrent heard Oberon speak up, glad that someone could get some useful information on the creature while she stalked ever closer from the sidelines.

Fire. Perfect.

She had an idea on what to do, based on what she had seen of the slimes back in the cave, and attacking the outside was the long way. The insides were weak. No defenses from the inside, right? Why would you have them? No one ever expected something like that, just like how no one ever looked up on the streets unless you gave them a reason to.

As Oberon's attack was sent flying, Torrent move forward from the side of the slime quickly. As the spell landed, whether it hit or missed, she would strike, diving forward as quickly as she could into the side of the slime while she released a combined Fire Breath and Poison Breath directly into the creature's side while she tried to force her way into the creature through brute force with her teeth and claws.

If she was able to get it to absorb her, or break in through brute force, she'd prepare to release another explosion like she had on the blood plant from inside the slime.


[System]
Age: 18

Appearance: Rock n Roll

Arcana: Hanged Man

Build: 6'7"/114Kg
Personality: He is a thorough survivor. No matter the odds and no matter the enemies, he finds a way to live another day. For a life steeped in self-defense at an early age, he is still quite astute a student. Always near the top with his grades, it is after-school that he involves himself in a struggle of survival. All the while the failing health of his mother and a young sister compounding his struggle manifold. He is trained to look after himself and those he loves and no matter the odds or the sacrifices he'll see this through.

Background: Being a Gaijin in a strangely xenophobic environment isn't much good for a child. And when you are naturally as close to a bear things get ugly quickly. Born to a mixed couple in the high streets of Tokyo, Alexei hadn't hoped to get a life he got. After his father got killed in a building accident, Alexei all of 7 years was left alone to look after an ailing mother suffering from added dose of depression and a young sister he had to protect. The fact that he excelled in a strict academic system being an outsider was somewhat a cause of displeasure amongst his so called friends. As he hadn't paid heed to budding envy that sowly transformed to hate about the time the family fortune slowly trickled out of the coffers to look after his family.

So young Alexei, took various oddjobs to earn what little he could and help in anyway he can. He took over his mother's trade account, a gift from his foresighted father and at an early age began to study the share-market as closely he can. He knew whatever jobs he did will only barely scrape them through, it was the money from transactions in the shares that will be the major chunk. He also took upon the cleaning duties of the house and his mother since they couldn't afford help from outside.

Then came the decision of shifting to a cheaper locale with an accessible hospital, His sister's good education and development of hobbies and other such things. All the while, the fires that stoked envy in his contemporaries grew stronger. Then an incident happened. Heavily labored as he was, he now had to fight for his skin and his family's. As his sister was the mode to get a decent hit on him. Her Karate instructor, a brother of his classmate tried to molest her and though like many victims she tried to hide it, Alexei sniffed it out.

Heartbreak was followed by a bout of insane wrath as he flew into his dojo and beat the man into a bloody pulp, making more enemies on the way. This meant that it was judicious to leave town and thus, the Dragunovs came to Warakuma. Learning from his experience, he trains himself in jiujitsu at the local dojo, juggles gym, works in a construction company as part-time, manages the account of his mother and is the nanny to his sister along with being subjected to strange dreams and a long nosed Russian.

Equipment/Skills: pack of Luckies, keys to bike, wrist wraps and a zippo.

Persona: Prometheus - Prometheus was one of the Titans to side with Zeus and his siblings in the great war against the Titans, the original occupiers of Mount Olympus. When Zeus won the war and banished Prometheus' brethren to Tartarus for eternity, Prometheus and his brother Epimethius were given the task of populating the earth with creations. Epimetheus, who created the beasts of the world, gave his creations all of the gifts that could be bestowed, leaving Prometheus with nothing to give to Humanity. To compensate, Prometheus stole fire from Mount Olympus, incurring Zeus' wrath. However, it wasn't until he taught mankind how to trick the gods that he was given his ultimate punishment. Chained to a rock for all time, his liver was eaten every day by a great eagle sent by Zeus. Immortal, he could never die and his liver would regrow. And so he suffered, until the Greek hero Herakles freed him from his torment during the course of his famous Twelve Labors.

Appearance:

Abilities: Agi, Makatranda

Non-Persona Users

Name: Sagat Shrichapan
Age: 17
Build: 6'1"/ 89kgs
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Backstory: The tall dark guy who was mostly avoided of the aura he gave off. Sagat didn't have many friends in Yokohama where his family had lived for three generations. So when the offer of a possible opportunity of taking over a Thai restaurant came to his father, Sagat had hardly anything to lose from the shift. Warakuma was a silent pocket in the interior of Japan and though the people didn't give a oppressive xenophobic feeling like in his birthplace, many people still avoided him. With no underground scene to keep himself busy he took up the charge of server in the restaurant his father was planning of overtaking.

Trained in Muay Boran from a young age, he is a dangerous and belligerent fighter in the ring, his personality changing a lot within the four ropes. He was famous as the 'Daitengu of Yokohama' in the underground circuit back at his birthplace. He has come to Warakuma to change the pace somewhat.

Name: Inoue Matsuhita
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Build: 5'8"/ 59Kg

Backstory: Growing up Inoue was the fat girl that most her classmates made fun off, it gave her a serious complex of her appearance. When in Junior school she tried joining the martial arts club to improve herself she was mocked and mistreated for her bulging girth. Her pride wounded and self confidence down the drain, she came home crying and swore to not go school again. After a few days of constant convincing her mother finally changed the little girl's heart and as an added bonus found her a coach.

Seiji Mitsuhara, was a man of few words and even fewer things to lose. He was a martial artist who had fallen on bad days as he had gone bankrupt by his agent's swindling and was in dumps. When Inoue's mother approached with a earnest request, he thought he could make enough buck to live a average life. He moved to Warakuma and began his mission to transform Inoue.

Little by little as a mallet forges a fine blade Seiji remade Inoue, a prodigy hidden under all that lard. Four years of home schooling and a regimen that made her cough sweat out of her lungs he unleashed her in the Middle school tournament. Her final fight lasted a record one minute and with it her confidence and pride was restored. With a knowledge that those who mocked her could never be where she is and they'd always find a way to show her down she stopped giving a fuck.

She kept on training and slowly her ambition grew, the gruesome world of MMA being on her list next. Her intense home training continued but now she had company at school, two guys who were as far from the norm as oil to water.

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015

For a moment, Kotori looked almost surprised when the girl gave a quick nod to confirm the question before then introducing herself - Otonashi, Shizuka. Kotori gave a bow in response before speaking to answer in turn: "I'm Kotori Shirohane, daughter of Tsubame Shirohane, the owner of this shop. Pleased to meet you too, Otonashi-san," Kotori thought on the name for a moment - had she heard it somewhere before, at school or elsewhere perhaps? If she did, it didn't immediately come to mind so that she instead put that aside for the moment and instead focused on the request by the other girl. Holding one hand out in the direction to go, together with a "this way, please," Kotori then lead Shizuka over to a set of shelves atop which a variety of carnations were found; passing by other displays full of tulips, roses and bouquets of multiple flowers while they did.

Barely getting two steps, though, a small chime was heard as the door was opened for the second time in as many minutes. Looking toward the entering person, Kotori recognised the rather tall figure quite quickly given his stature - Alexei Dragunov, a Third Year from Warakuma High who had placed an order for regular deliveries of Ikebana bouquets. As he greeted her, Kotori quickly glanced between him and the girl behind herself; unsure as to whom to attend to first - but before she had to come to a decision, Alexei seemed to notice the predicament and excused himself. At that, Kotori gave a bow, both grateful and in greeting, before speaking. "Welcome, Dragunov-senpai. Mother is currently in the backroom, through that door," she said, pointing in the direction mentioned before getting back to the girl at hand.

"My apologies, Otonashi-san," she said with an apologetic bow before answering the question that was asked as they reached the carnations - some potted, some placed in small display vases, some single flowers and others in bunches and in various colours, ranging from the reds and pinks she'd mentioned before to whites, yellows, greens and some in between. "Uhm, a bit of both," she said, placing a single finger of one hand to her lips as she thought for a moment. "Some of the more common flowers are grown in our garden, but others have to be delivered," Kotori said, a little vaguely - mostly because she wasn't sure how many details the girl really wanted to know. Either way though, she let Shizuka look over the variously coloured carnations for a few moments before asking: "Do you see any that you'd like?"

Tsubame Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015

With a smile that was hard to distinguish from a grin, Tsubame was humming to herself as she busied herself with getting the latest delivery presentable - the source of her mirth still being her daughter. It was both amusing to watch the way she tried her hardest not to appear nervous around customers and a point of pride - especially compared to how she'd been the first few times at the counter; stammering in whispers and looking anywhere but the customer's faces; even if they were some of the regulars that came by every now and then and were already well acquainted. Shaking her head at the silliness of it all, Tsubame's thoughts were interrupted by a knock and a voice from the door. Brushing the worst of the dirt off her gardening gloves before removing them, Tsubame placed them on one of the working tables where a number of various flowers lay - some still wrapped in cellophane, others bound together to mark them as bouquets-to-be and others yet just laying by themselves; their purpose yet undecided.

As she reached the door, the speaker turned out to be the young man who went to her daughter's school - he had a rather distinct voice and appearance, making such a conclusion quite an easy one. Either way though, a smile came to Tsubme's face at his sight as she remembered the nature of his request: a bouquet each for both his mother and sister. "Ah, welcome, Dragunov-kun," she greeted the young and tall man with a small bow. "I hope the flowers have been to your and your family's liking?" she continued with a cheerful smile that matched her tone - and standing in quite the contrast to her far more timid daughter.

[Assistant]
Mako Moritomi//Game Over Arcade
Wednesday, April 29th, 2015

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Mako always did like a good fight, whether with his real fists or his virtual ones, which was, of course, what brought him to the arcade today. He was disheartened slightly by the game on the agenda today- he would have preferred BlazBlue, honestly, he had more practice with that one- but he wasn't unskilled at this game, either. Probably not god enough to win, but it would be fun figuring that out, regardless. A fight's just a fight, after all. May as well have fun with it.

He quickly found the sign-up sheet and jotted his name down, as he pondered what character he'd end up using.

Yu's decent- good wakeup game, good zoning through Zio... Aigis has some good defenses and mix-ups... Hm. Probably a moot point for discussion since I'll probably just pick Akihiko again. He's fun to play.

[User]
Alexei Dragunov | Shinza Shopping Center

The door opened to reveal the patron of the shop, dressed appropriately and with a warm welcoming smile she greeted him. Alexei would have to admit that there were some people that brought a smile to his face and Tsubame-san was one of them. The dirt on her dress evident as to her previous predicament. So without delaying any time, Alexei got down to business.

"That's without question, Shirohane-dono" he said with a little bow.

"The expertise and finesse you put into those further elevates their beauty. Never had I imagined even inside my head, that the bouquets would come out this beautiful. You have my sincere and heartfelt thanks." he said with a little moisture catching his eyes.

"I have come to settle the bill for this month as I just got my salary. You never gave me a number to save for so I apologize if I may come short. I shall pay you the balance tomorrow. I promise." he said with his head bowed.

"Also, I couldn't help but notice. Do you need help with something?"


[System]
Nickname(s): Lucy / Luci
Age: 27
Gender: Female design
Sexuality: Bi
DOB: October 21, 2090
Nationality: French

On their own, Luci stands at 5'10 and is typically clad in gloved turtlenecks and short pleated skirts, rocking classic converse (on red, one blue) with mid-thigh socks. Occasionally wears faux-fur lined hoodies when not on the job, the sleeves sectioned off half way to their elbows.
Luci enjoys the sometimes arguably inappropriate fashion considering the captain's seriousness about the job, though they are self conscious of their joints, knuckles and seams. Doll-like hinges and splits down their arms, legs and back as well up from their jaw and past cheekbones before disappearing around their hairline. Such slight but distinct features betray their artificial body.

Lucy's exosuit stands at 6'2. The single eye's readings combine with the visor's HUD to offer a display as if it wasn't there, offering scanner feedback. Compensators accentuate the strength of its wearer, custom fitted for Lucy's current frame which sports nearly inhuman capabilities on its own. Four external shielded battery units power the suit's thrusters and gyroscopic balancing units as well as other standard functions save for life support.

Personality: Though Luci's previous military deployment is a wash of black lines, it's become clear in a number of instances that they are likely not an android, strictly speaking. Materialistic and even mildly spiritual, Luci can be highly illogical at times when little is at stake. They behave with teasing affection and self-awareness to the point of playing dumb as a method of disengaging from conversations or intentionally irritating individuals for reasons implied by the former trait. However, Luci is still first and foremost professional regarding their work and role, though impulsive at times, they mean well...an admirable rarity of a behavior coming from a 'robot'. Such qualities like loyalty and tasking carry over, though not without their personal take.
Enjoys hard copies of books and logic puzzles, especially riddles or bad jokes. Though they have an interest in cooking, their design is more tuned to pilot surgery subroutines than kneed dough, measure ingredients and other small but simple things that frustrate Luci to no end...as if they're not used to living in their own body. Their demeanor uncommonly dips in ways simulating depression, though they enjoy the idea of exploring the galaxy and its worlds, so it becomes difficult for Luci to stay negative for very long.

Position on The Condor: Field Medic (Explorer/Doctor cross equipped for severely hazardous environments)

Skills
* Thoroughly versed in human and registered alien anatomy to the extent of treating even severe trauma.
* Lightly knowledgeable in regards to human and registered alien pathogen susceptibility and treatment.
* Physically formidable - machine reflexes and decades of technological sophistication combined make Luci a small jack of trades in the physical department.
* Military training - small arms training, close-combat takedowns, squad tactics. Their appearance betrays this well oiled but retired machine of warfare.
* Artificial anatomy - No air required. Internal maceration breaks down consumed carbon material for fuel when UV light or a jack into a sophisticated power source is unavailable.

Years on The Condor: 2 (since the 'incident' resulting in redeployment)

Other:

[User]
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Christian De Leon
Location: Halls of Condor --> Meeting room
Interacting with: @Erklings25 @Sigurd @KahleenCuthald @Dr Catfish

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"Masha it is then." Christian quickly proclaimed. He wasn't the kind of person who would use full names and always found a nickname for everyone. He just never did it to the Captain, the Vice-Captain and their head of security. The latter two were mostly because they acted all professional and stuff and they didn't appreciate such informality... or something like that. It would seem that Masha would fit in quite well. Then again, it would be a wonder if you didn't fit in with a group that was so different from the very beginning. They each had something odd about them and you could find someone similar easily in the group.

He then grinned at the captain, seemingly unaffected by his scolding. "I don't know Captain. Maybe you should sleep earlier instead of busying yourself with other things you know?" Everyone knew that Christian always woke up on an ungodly hour of the morning, usually to jog around the halls instead of using their gym equipment. This was especially true when they were docked. He wasn't exactly sure what the captain had been doing but he did see him doing something at the morning. He thought that the captain had a good night's rest and was using rising up early to start the day. Apparently, that wasn't the case. This informality and teasing with the captain wasn't anything new. Back when they were still new, he didn't have the position of the captain and even after that, he usually didn't stop him from doing what he wanted. It's why he liked him as the captain.

The door opened and he twisted his body to look at the newcomer. "Pfft..." He tried to contain his laughing, looking away from her but he was noticeably shaking. Of all the things that Jessa had to look like in meetings, she decided to look like that. He was aware that the captain had approached her to tell her something before returning to his seat - something about talking to her after the meeting? Christian took more than a moment to compose himself but he was mentally preparing himself to look at her again. He was pretty sure that his partner wouldn't appreciate him laughing in front of her face. Taking a deep breath, he finally looked at her. Yep, still wet, still wearing revealing clothing and still embarrassed - he could tell that much. "What a way to start the day for you huh Jessa? Don't have any clean clothes? Wanna borrow mine?" He offered to the girl. He at least had the decency to do that. Much unlike most males, he held no special interest to Jessa's appearance.

Then, Nexus the robot had walked towards Jessa and began to fix her up. He watched in unrestrained awe as he managed to fix her up. She still didn't look professional enough for the meeting but she at least looked better. She was dry too. A bigger smile came onto his face as he turned to the four armed robot who bumped into one of the chairs and seemed to have been surprised by that. He hadn't really met a sentient robot like him - one that actually showed emotion, even for a little while. The robots onboard the Condor before him were programmed to do a single thing and were supervised by engineers - he heard Nexus was different. "Thanks for that Nex!" He beamed. However, Gar seemed to be irritated with the robot. Christian turned to him with a curious look before shrugging. Probably something the engineer knew more about than him and that's why he couldn't understand the irritation. He looked back at Jessa, "Well, at least you look better." He said, giving her a light punch to the shoulder before looking back at the captain, fighting the urge to rest his feet at the table or even raise it to his chair, now opting to simply repeatedly tap his foot on the ground which was actually quiet enough so no one would hear.

[Assistant]
The machine suddenly shot the Cyborg Dog a glare of contempt, optic turning online again and beaming uncomfortably into the back of that steel can it called a head. The rear ends of the movable plates on Nexus' head shot outwards, flaring like it was quite upset with the comment. However, it reckoned the Cyborg Dog would soon regret his comment. The machine doubted he, Garthar, would even match up physically or mentally, but a verbally scalding retort would serve him well.

 "Currently, we are in the midst of computation of theoretical designs and ship modifications to increase efficiency and power distribution. This requires a majority of our cores to operate seamless simulations in tandem. The core in operation of the legs has been re-purposed for its mistake. We are still at work while waiting for the meeting to commence, what do you provide?" It certified, obviously grated from the comment. It decided to hold its voice from further interaction. It did however have quite a quip about those metal limbs of Garthar's, that is for sure.

 The machine unclasped its hands, rotating all four wrist joints and splaying its fingers. Its hands clenched to fists, then relaxed and re-clasped. Rather than dim the light on its optic, it simply enhanced it upon Garthar's head as if it were trying to bore a hole through the steel. It would actually be noticeably warm to human flesh but unlikely to affect steel. The Cyborg Dog seemed to hold a grudge against AI. Whether that was from past experiences or general distaste, it would have to be complacent. If it weren't, Nexus could always hold him aloft with two arms and continue work with the remaining set. If he were to prove even mildly troublesome — or meddle with Qubit — the parts would fly.

Open dossier folder, create sub-folder; "Garthar->Responses", create log. Extract audio snippet... Complete. Flag folder under watch-list for constant monitoring of change. Assign Core 64 continuous information sorting.

 The machine turned its attention suddenly to Christian after he had finished speaking, optic dimming so it wouldn't blind him. It had something to say about being called 'Nex', but it had already said more than enough for the time being. Rather than chew straws, it decided to accept the gratification, front plates lifting outwards slightly while the back remained flat. This was the assumed man on drugs. However it was unlikely to be the case. His heart rate was average if not slightly above. Synapses were firing perfectly fine, pupils not dilated. Where did this spring of endless joy derive? It was an incredibly rare sight to see someone more than barely living anymore, further interaction with this man was absolutely necessary. Was it simply pure happiness, or was it a flimsy cover veiled across the darkest secret of depression? Only experimentation would reveal results.

[User]
There were small upsides, though even the victories came with unfortunate consequences such as this alien concept of sleep. Luci stood at the window of her room, looking out over the dry dock with hands professionally laced behind their back. Four wires ran from their shoulder blades and upper arms, linked to the ship's coils and subsequently the dock. By Nexus' method of monitoring the crew, it would be eerily apparent that they hadn't left their quarters for a few days...let alone move much more than a few feet every couple hours.
Legs that never felt fatigue holding up a light frame constantly feeding from the power plants of the world, unblinking eyes patiently observing their reflection. Clothes laid scattered across the neatly made bed, left waiting for their opportunity to properly address their owner who tilted their head in response to the call coming in from their captain to assemble in the meeting room. Softly, the voice of the reference character 'Picard' played behind Marty's in Luci's head. It was sadly wanting of the passive charisma that the rehearsed lines from the old show's protagonist, though the sentiment was still there.

'Smile more...they like that kind of thing.' Lucile thought to themselves before their blank expression contorted into a manic grin. Their hollow eyes lowered, 'Okay...uhh...dial it back sixty-percent. Fucking freak' their thoughts continued, hating how much effort went into such a simple thing as expression. The change still felt canned and disingenuous, which it very much was, but it was still better than walking around looking like a piece of furniture or doll, right?
Luci obviously didn't think so, letting their face rest back to cold neutrality save for a brief frown.
The practice had hardly been worth it, since it mostly felt like swapping between masks. All the standing and staring had been worth was keeping tabs on the dock as well as the mysterious attractive young woman's comings and goings, so to speak. Suspecting they were likely a representative of some crewmen scouting agency there to speak with Marty about drone parts or other such equipment, Luci thought little of it.

For the time being, they waited long enough for it not to seem creepy that they were already up and ready to go to the meeting. Well, more or less. Simply showing up in black and white lacy undergarments would hardly be appropriate and was quickly remedied with the usual cleavage-cutout black turtleneck, small red skirt and black thighhighs.
A quick addition of garters and mismatched converse and Luci was on their way, curious of the trail of water drops leading in the same direction.
With a blink, they powered up auxiliary functions like their HUD in the interest of the clock, having lost track of time while doing essentially nothing for days. The message and replay sat adorably in the corner as if there was a way someone could have missed it. Certain they knew its contents, on that note, Luci deleted it and gave themselves one last look over to make sure everything was in order before letting themselves in. This carried over as the door slid open, Luci pulling up the cutout to properly cover a bit of snow white lace as they quickly scanned the room. The detail of the shell's artificial anatomy left her with a few questions regarding the necessity of certain...features, but it was just more to get used to.

Captain looking half dead and grouchily yelling at Christian for being his usually jolly goofball self, in all likelihood was only the start of 'the usual'. In all honesty, it took Luci a moment for the HUD to highlight and name the crew off since they were still awful with names even after two years. The only ones that stood out were Nexus which was impossible to mistake as anyone else, the same going for 'Garbo' since it was hard not forget a mug like that.
Making their way around the table, Luci caught on just how 'morning people' the crew was not by how Nexus was putting Aya back together in a way that hinted to where the water in the hall had come from. Exhaustion stained the organics' eyes, though Luci was envious in a small way since it'd felt like forever since enjoying a snuggly wrap of blankets.

Lucile offered the captain a salute, stopping by the door to do so in introduction before wandering around the table to find a seat. "Captain Di Liberto...ehn goooood morning, ehverybody~" she chirped in spite of their cold neutral expression which bent ever so slightly with the 1% of a smile, hoping it was an acceptable degree. "Stellar, as always" Luci joked, taking a seat next to Jessa and crossing a leg around the other. They sat stiffly for a moment before leaning forward to rest their elbows on the table and chin on folded fingers.


[System]
The Cheshire Cat
Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy.

Age: 15ish.

Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland

Family: not that she knows of.

Crush/Partner: None

Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer.

Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail.

History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland).

Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral.
The Cheshire Cat Song
Konrad Tinker

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson

Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker.

Age: 16

Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen)

Family: Mother.

Crush/Partner: None.

Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things.

Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared.

History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like.

Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.

[User]
"Kitty. Kiy. Chester, come on" Alice's voice penetrated under the bed where Kyrin was hiding, wide eyes glowing in the weak light. "Won't." Kyrin whispered, tail lashing madly, "Won't, won't, won't"
"Kyrin Chester! You will come out from under that bed this instant!" A Tomcat, ginger and white in colour, with strange blue eyes, crawled out from under the bed, whimpering in protest as Alice, a girl with long golden locks and pale skin, swept him off the floor and into her arms. "Alright, I've set some clothes out on the bed, so change and I'll send you on your way." Alice plopped Kyrin on the bed and wandered out the room. Shifting back to human form, Kyrin pulled on the cargo pants, stripy top and plain grey hoodie, tucking her dog tag down the front, and readjusting her red collar, before slipping out the door.
Trotting silently down the corridor, Kyrin had nearly made it to the front door when she was intercepted by Alice, swept into a hug and kissed multiple times on the head. Tugging herself free, Kyrin grinned at Alice, "I'll be fine." Having ditched all her nerves from earlier with her cat skin. Flicking up her hood and pushing open the door, Kyrin stepped out onto the gravel path and looked up and down the quiet road. "Ummm…… where exactly is this school?" Alice grinned, much like Kyrin normally did, "You didn't think I was going to let go of you that easily, did you? Come on." Alice disappeared into the garage, and came back with a shiny red motorbike. "Mother said I had to take you, so hop on yeah?" She swung herself onto the motorbike and Kyrin followed suit, Grinning even more profoundly than before.

The ride was long but not bad, and Kyrin love every second of it. They came to a screeching stop, the back wheel spinning out and round, flashy and dangerous, just as Alice liked it. Kyrin leapt off the motorbike, waving goodbye to Alice before heading up towards the rather grand looking school. Noticing a group forming Kiy headed that way, carefully wrapping her tail round her waist so it looked less like a tail and more like a fancy belt. I felt weird and wrong, but she wasn't yet willing to let others see her ears or tail, force of habit mostly. At least, she thought, she wasn't the only one who seemed to feel weird, if the long haired boy she was following was any indication. Slinking up next to him she grinned, "Hi. Weird place this, hey?"

[Assistant]
"WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Suddenly next to the beast fell a backpack, a blue hat with a red feather in it, and then suddenly WHAM! Graham, A large buff 18 year senior dropped right next to him on the patch of grass! His attire was a usual red t-shirt that was stretched across him chest, brown pants and large boots. He was incredibly dazed by the large fall he just experienced. He eventually came to his senses and picked up his hat. He gathered his belongings and stood up. Cedric, his trusty owl, slowly floated down till he was level with Graham's Head.

Oh sorry Graham! Cedric started. But I thought there would be magic dust to get to the academy safely!
Nevermind Cedric, Graham calmly and kindly said to Cedric. We are here, and alive and that's all that matters. Look! We've already come in contact with some the locals! Graham extends a hand to the beast. Good day to you kind sir! My name is Graham of Daventry. Sorry about the fall there, me and my friend Cedric.....Cedric?

Cedric was hidden in a tree. Oooh! Sorry Graham! But that beast looks hideous, and I think I look like a great snack to him!
Come on Cedric! Would you excuse me a moment? Graham stomped toward the tree and began shaking it to get Cedric out.

[User]
Kovu walked along side the road carrying a backpack on his shoulders and another bag in his hand. He sighed as he continued to trudge along, his left hand beginning to ache from carrying his bag for so long. Kovu left his house earlier than he had told his family, they had known he had been accepted to this academy but had been attempting to stop him from going. The early start today was to make sure he did not have to hear his mother telling him that he was abandoning his family and turning his back on them when they truly needed him.

Kovu felt guilty and had wanted to decline his plce many times since he was accepted, even now that we was almost there he wanted to turn back. Through the trees Kovu could see the top of the building, the red roof that began to entice him and made him forget all about his mother's words. "There it is," He whispered to himself as he began to walk faster, soon the windows were in his view and finally the whole building was right there, including his soon to be fellow students standing infront of the main stairs.

Kovu walked to where all the other students were standing, a tall beast was in front of him so he found a spot where he could see the elderly lady that everyone was facing. He dropped his bag beside his legs and casually looked around at the crowd beginning to form.

[Assistant]
The Mad Hatter

As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.

"Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride.

The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would.

As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.

[User]
Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile.

I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem!
"What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet...

Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway.

Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.

[Assistant]
Kyrin flinched. The boy didn't have to be so harsh. But he didn't seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, "I don't really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?"

More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn't right in his personal space. "Stay away!" He growled and Kiy nodded, "Just for now? Or forever? 'Cause I expect you'd be lonely if we all went away forever." She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. "I'll be your friend if you want," She muttered quietly, "Being lonely isn't fun."


[System]
AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi

Age: 28

Race: Watamaji

Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.

From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.

Faction: Council?

Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.

Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.

Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.

The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.

Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.

Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a "fishing knife" that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.

Star-fighter?: None

Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.

Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone.

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Achieng let out a mild sigh, wishing she'd spoken up sooner. She'd been so puzzled by the 'doctor' and his overeager display that she could not find the words to interrupt. That poor boy must be mortified. Anyone would, with that kind of strange treatment. She would have to find him later and apologize. With the child run off and the doctor left alone, Achi politely maneuvered her tank around the crowd. "Pardon me, I have to get inside before I start drying out in this air."

When she passed the strange doctor, she muttered to him in a low voice. "That was very rude, you know." Not the best, but it would do. Once she was on the ship properly, she held back her urge to explore it, and went right to her own designated room. There was a large tank already full with water, and she checked the acidity and temperature balance before lining her tank up with the entrance. Once she was in position, a valve opened and pulled her through into the blissfully cool water. "Ahhhh, finally." She swam around her new room, checking every corner of the large tank. Someone on the council had a passing familiarity with her species, it seemed; she'd been left a few decorations, small statues and cloths that made her feel rather homey. "Very nice."

Once she was done settling in, she decided to test the communications system. The Captain would be the first call. "Hello Captain Raymond. Whenever we are fully aloft and traveling, I would like to schedule primary visits for each of the crewmembers. You're included. I'm sure they will be reluctant, so I would hope that perhaps you would like to go first? Show the crew I'm no one to fear, hm?" She'd had poor reactions to her sessions before. People with weapons and power were never truly used to having to speak for what they had done.

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"Fools..."

Kellian walked ahead of Raymond, taking time to look around the ship and coo at some of the things he saw. Not to say he wasn't actually impressed. Dyanel ships were almost always cannibalized from other race's fleets, mostly the stuff that was lured into the system and destroyed. Still, it wasn't the most efficient way of doing things, especially since recently, just about any captain with half a ounce of sense avoided the home system like the plague. He had never been on something this advanced before, and was almost beginning to enjoy it. This was far more advanced than the outdated crap back on the homeworld.

He didnt take any notice when introduced to the other crew members, preferring to take a look around to see if there was anything to drink. Kellian did smile upon noticing...something hold the mouth of someone else open, commenting on the face and accent of the person they had a hold of, much to the obvious discomfort of the victim. Maybe this was going to be fun after all.

"What an amusing band of strange creatures. Im certainly going to enjoy it here." he exclaimed out loud, continuing his way around.

He couldn't help smiling again, the gleam in his eyes only just visible for a split second.
They were still idiots. Putting all these criminals on the ship. Putting trust in them? How was that going to work? They were criminals for a reason. Tricking that captain to let him on board had been a masterstroke, but he was still a little unsure what to do. Did he want to stick along and fight? Try and use this chance to further his own goals? Hell, just try and make money here?

He would decide what he wanted later.

Maybe he wouldn't even have to kill any of them.

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Raymond made it to his quarters and finally got to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. His eye was swollen, his lip cut, bruises and cuts and dried blood covered his body and face. A dark red ring circled his neck. To be honest he was a bit embarrassed at the sight. No wonder Rae wanted to get him examined. He did his best to freshen up, he took a cold shower, slowly tending to the bruises as he scrubbed around them. Moments later and he entered his main quarters.

The Captain's Quarters of the Monroe was a little bit larger than most quarters on the ship. Raymond's large desk was in the center of the room, with all sorts of papers and maps and files all over the tabletop. A bookshelf lined with trophies from planets, awards from the Committee, and a collection of human artifacts from his planet were on almost every part of the walls. A baseball cap, pictures, antiques from the old age. Maps, and posters, and notes were lined around the wall as well. A large globe of Terra was in the corner, and in the opposite one was a very old antique jukebox. One door led to the bathroom, while another led to the bedroom.

He wore a standard issue, dark blue slim and fit shirt, with black cargo pants and boots. His hair was still a bit wet, but it looked messily perfect as usual. His wounds stopped bleeding and he did his best to try and ice and tend the bruises, but he still looked bad. He was lost in thought when his communicator went off. Doctor Achieng. He knew why a psychologist would want to board the Monroe. A bunch of crazy, homicidal maniacs somehow working together to become famous within the galaxy... It was bound to turn some heads. He listened to the doctor's words, and hesitated to answer.

The last time he was interviewed was in a prison cell right before he got the offer to join the Expedition Force. "Already eager to start? I...Uh. Sure, Doctor. I'll let you introduce yourself to the crew after our meeting." He wasn't going to say no to the interview, but his voice clearly wasn't certain.

Raymond gave a sigh, and went over to his holographic terminal on his desk. He opened up the files of their newest mission. An S.O.S. retrieval call. On the outer rim of the galaxy, and the Committee has no idea who or what it is. He listened to the audio again, and chills went down his spine. The Captain uploaded a file to Tango, and one to Doctor Driani. As a Committee Officer she was to get all intel first.

With the push of the button, he stood up, and walked out of the quarters, and to the meeting room. This was going to be one hell of a starter mission.

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Just outside of the busy throng still gathered outside the Monroe, a Committee grunt walked up, his hand firmly grasping the arm of a handcuffed and scowling teenager. There was no Captain Raymond to be found, so he tapped into the ship's communications.

"Captain? We've got a last-minute addition to your... crew." He let the teenager go with a rough little shove and a glare. "Come and accept her and her remote, please? Or send someone?"

The teenager craned her head up, looking at the ship that was going to be her home for the next several years. "...3rd-Gen Assault class? Shit, this may be better than I thought." Her comment to herself was punctuated by her blowing and popping a bright green bubble of chewing gum. Jinayah wasn't exactly convinced about this entire endeavor, but seeing the stars and setting foot on new planets that no one else had touched sounded a lot better than prison. Busting out of lockup was getting old.

"Hey, Charlie! What if I do somethin' heroic or rescue somebody? Does that shorten my sentence?" Jin spoke to the Committee member with an easy tone.

The man whirled, barely restrained anger in his eyes. "It's Lt. Perrault to you, brat. Not Charlie, not even Charles."

"Okay, sure thing, Perry." Jin grinned wide, flashing her teeth at him and watching him snort in annoyance. It was too easy to get on this man's nerves, and his red face gave her no end of glee. She really hoped this Captain Raymond was less prone to getting bothered, otherwise this trip would be boring. "So let's get this disaster in the air, I want a workbench, come on! OW!" Her joy was cut short as the Lt. cuffed her upside the head with little delicateness.

"Shut up, brat, and wait until you're collected."

"Collected? Tch, what am I, an old wrench?"

"Shut it!" He smacked her once more, and stared at the other assembled criminals as if daring one of them to speak up.

Jin finally quieted, glaring daggers at the man before popping her gum several times, aggressively. "You think you're real strong, don't you Charlie? I bet you wouldn't be so touchy if I could get these cuffs and that stupid fuckin' anklet off... I've killed people bigger and smarter than you before. You'd better watch it. I still have friends outside that could catch you in a... quiet spot, you know?" She stared him dead in the face, her dark eyes wide and a rictus grin on her face. "I'd loooove to really see you without that precious Committee to back you. Just you and me and whoever stops breathin' first loses. Sounds fun, right Charlie?"

The lieutenant looked at the girl, and took a careful, measured step back. This half-starved brat had broken out of more jails than he had promotions, and he was pretty sure she was a murderer like the rest of the Monroe's crew, from the Captain down to that weird rabbit mascot.

"Any day now, while I'm still young, Captain?"


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Student CS:
Age: 18
Element: Water
Appearance: For someone who is supposedly 18, Rinna is tiny. Barely reaching five feet tall, it is only her other features confirm that she is not secretly a middle schooler. A curvy girl, with black hair long enough to reach her waistline, she also boasts lightly tanned olive skin. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green, so bright that people have checked to see if she wears colored contacts on multiple occasions. A button shaped nose and square jawline makes her eyes the most striking feature of an otherwise average girl. She prefers to wear tank tops, cargo pants and sneakers, usually in dark colors. She has been known to dress to the nines for special occasions though. And those who look closely can see the beginning of a large scar peeking out from the straps of her tanktop, right next to the left side of her spine.
Personality: Rinna is a very independent, headstrong girl. She hates having to rely on others for anything. She's not overly chatty, but neither is she a brick wall when it comes to conversation. She does consider her words before she speaks them, but some serious snark can slip out of her unbidden on occasion. Being an only child, she is quite comfortable with being on her own, but has no problem being in the thick of the group either. Like most of the Kasai family, she has a magnetic sort of charm to her, that lends itself well to leadership. She also shows a familiar streak of mischief as well.
That's not to say she doesn't have her flaws. Rinna has a knack for getting herself into trouble, specifically of the "I told you not to do that" variety. She's also reckless, trying things that others would describe as dangerous without so much as a second thought. Most of this behavior though, stems from the fear that she will not live up to her family name, that holds so much history in this valley.
History: Long ago, the Kasai family was very prolific inside the valley, but over time, their power died out, and every living member of the clan moved away, wishing to give their space to those who would actually need it. Rinna is the first Kasai to set foot on these grounds in generations, and it as if every inch of the valley calls out to her.
She is also the last of her line. A year ago, Rinna was in a car accident that killed both of her parents, and left her with a very large scar running down her back, along the entire length of her spine. Modern doctors are still baffled on how she managed to survive, and the police report of the incident mentions briefly that the entire back of the car was soaking wet, though only a single empty water bottle was found in the vehicle. She spent the remainder of the year in rehab, to ensure that an injury so close to her spine had not impaired her motor skills in any way.
On her last day in rehab, a letter appeared for her at the front desk, a message claiming to be penned by an old family friend. It claimed her survival was no accident, or miracle, but a resurgence of the latent power of her family. He also mentioned a school where she could learn to control that power, just as her ancestors had. Before then, she had considered the stories of her ancestors to be nothing more than fairy tales, but it was clear that something outside of her normal experience had saved her. So she headed home, packed up her backpack, gave the keys of her home to her neighbor, (asking nicely if they would water the plants for her) and took off on her motorcycle.
Equipment: Rinna doesn't keep much on her person aside from her wallet, motorcycle keys and a tube of dark red lipstick. But one very important item has been added to her person just recently. A very old, well cared for leather belt harness and dual sheaths for two equally old blade tonfa, that will no doubt be familiar to some members of the staff. There is a third sheath along the back, that remains empty, the blade that once belonged there lost to her family in ages past.

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"Oh.... umm actually I don't control Ice" Eria said and collected the ice shards which immedietly broke back down into the Aetheric particles which she kept a tight hold on this time. "...It's Aether actually" She said but didn't go any deeper than that but did give another quick "sorry" for what had happened.

 "Anyways, That sounds like he was more of a teacher when he was raising you" she said as she caused the cloud of Aether particles dissipate from her hand, slightly surprised that it was so easy to do that now. When she heard the bell ring and saw a lot of the students getting up and milling about, "Well... it was nice meeting you Chen, maybe we can work together to make this year much better for the two of us, yes?" she asked before collecting her stuff but stopped wondering where to go "Umm by the way, do you know where to go right now?"

[Assistant]
Room 105

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Kain appeared to have been the first to arrive at his shared dorm, his roommate no where in site. While it did mean the anxiety remained for a little longer it did allow him to choose his own bed! Kain thoroughly explored and compared both rooms while pondering and fantasising about who he would be sharing living space with for the next year.
It was both nerve wracking and exciting.

'Perhaps a voluptuous young woman with many pretty friends, a lightning user like himself or maybe an exotic mystical ether user.'

 Kain wondered around curiously inspecting the luscious apartment with a wide grin as he imagined the girly slumber parties and pillow fights.
He was pleasantly surprised by the quality and standard of the rooms. It was far fancier than what he had expected despite all the tales. Although being on the small side, the space was expertly used.

After testing both beds, Kain decided to take the room on the left, he threw down his few belongings, flicked on the TV and went straight for the shower.
The high pressure warm water was heavenly against his tired skin and aching muscles. It stung slightly as it run down into his small cuts and scratches from when he fell over, but that soon passed as it cleansed and soothed.
Kain lost himself in that shower and all track of time...

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"Yosh, time for a nap!"

Vlad was proud of his power, it was destructive and powerful. If he was able to smash boulders with his fists, he could kill anyone with them. He put his hand on his chin, slowly caressing it. "Hmmm but the problem is my speed, I'm way too slow..." and he was right with that thought since it took him too much time to focus so much power into his fist. He needed some way to pin down his target before smashing them for a certain victory...

Before he could turn, he froze in motion. A immensely powerful presence suddenly appeared, giving off an incredibly powerful pressure. Vlad's arms were shaking, but it wasn't fear alone. It was also excitement, as he always had with vastly powerful opponents. But before he could do anything, he heard a voice, a deep serene voice echoing through his mind.

"So senseless"

Vlad quickly turned to where the voice possibly could come from but nothing was there, and before he could do anything else, something made him lose balance and start spinning, he saw two eyes, nothing else, drilled deep into his mind and a certain sentence kept being repeated over and over through his head.

"Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge" "Strength comes from a challenge"

It felt as it took an eternity, Vlad's mind was spinning, lost into a vast vortex with the glaring eyes high up the sky. But it all actually happened in a blink of an eye and everything was gone. Vlad stared blankly into the depth of the trees, still lost deeply in thoughts and could hear feint steps from somewhere, but the sounds didn't reach him.

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Brunhilde

Brunhilde was, at the time, too caught up in her annoyance to really pay attention to how she said what she said. It obviously didn't go over as well as it could have, what with the indignant mini-rant and all. Emi seemed a little bit upset at what she had to say, and immediately, guilt hammered her hard. Could've been worse, though. She didn't know exactly how she would've handled it if she'd managed to make Emi cry or something - that'd be really awful.

A sudden hug parked Brunhilde's train of thought right there. Shit. This was almost worse than just upsetting Emi, because now she was off-guard, no longer fired up, and beginning to feel bad about having all but shouted at the girl. She hugged Emi as tightly as she could (which, admittedly, wasn't much at Brunhilde's size).

"...sorry. I just really, really hate bei--feeling like a cripple."

Brunhilde released Emi from the hug after apologizing and returned to the ground, where she walked alongside Emi towards wherever they were going. Some short time later, the two entered a building rivaling the cafeteria's already impressive stature - except with a wealth of information and study sources rather than food. The sheer volume of info here was staggering, and she felt the immense weight of centuries of knowledge standing upon her. Emi spoke up.

"Why did you want to go into the library out of curiosity?"

Brunhilde couldn't remember, since she wasn't holding onto the journal herself. She quietly spoke to herself as she desperately tried to remember what it was she needed to do there, rather than answering Emi immediately.

"...Library... Right. Libraries have... Information? Studying... Study equipment... Books... books? Books. Oh. Right."

Why hadn't she checked the diary right off the bat? She took the book from Emi and flipped through the most recent pages, where the changelog written in shorthand on the left hand margin indicated that she had added a few things recently to the dossier pages. More page flipping, and the color yellow stood out amongst the white and black on the most recent entry to the diary's growing list of people. Emi's page was labeled 'Vitally Important - Do Not Misplace'. A reminder to prevent losing important information.

"...How to not misplace information..."

The gears turned over one by one. Clicking, sliding, grinding - and a little bit of smoking - as Brunhilde tried to dig for what had been lost. She didn't remember what she had gone there for in the first place, so she came up with a solution that seemed like something she would have wanted to do, and quickly wrote a reminder to write her damned task list down in great detail rather than leaving herself extremely poor quality hints. She spoke a little bit more audibly when she was convinced that she had figured it out.

"Backups. Right. It had to be for backing stuff up. I must've wanted to come here to back this stuff up. Now, which way is the media center..."

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ghost in black

"Oh. My mistake." Chen blinked as he tried to recall what Aether was. He would probably get taught that later, now it wa time to get his room. Eria asked where they were going and Chen looked over at her with a smile. "Lobby of Dormitory 1. Mr. Hargor told me that over and over because he knew I would forget and wander around aimlessly forever if he didn't. Just follow me if you don't know the way." With that Chen got up and headed over to Dormitory 1 to grab his key.

[Assistant] "Lead the way Chen" Eria said with a smile as she followed behind him with her stuff in tow. Suddenly a thought popped into Eria's head, "Who am I going to be roomed with?" that thought set her mind racing with all the possibilities of her roommate "What if their a psycopath? or worst a neat-freak" she thought as they moved towards Dorm Building 1. As she navigated between other students she had to actually take a wider birth around some than others thanks to their larger masses of particles surrounding them because it actually distorted the air a lot for her when there was a large enough concentration, Especially if they were showing off.

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Augustus Colonel

Gus took a step closer and arched his eyebrow, staring at Vlad who was likewise just staring into the distance like a zombie. Poor guy must have friend his brain good with all the fire he was tossing. Or maybe he'd been hit too hard in the head. The big lad wasn't keen on crossing the small river and getting his shoes wet, a fact that did not slip his attention with Vlad was he was dirty and not wet. Instead of traversing the river and ruining his socks it seemed easier to go to the edge of the steam and pluck out a small smooth stone. The water was warmer than expected, a lot warmer, but ultimately of no importance. With a flick of his wrist the pebble flew straight and true to hit the boy lightly in the thigh, not hard but with enough force to maybe elicit a reaction.

"You feelin' alright man? Knew you needed to blow off some steam but you're challengin' the concept of relax out here.."

[Assistant] Headmaster looked over the tonfa Kano had given him, it very clearly radiating with the essence of it's former master. "Yes, it's definitely no duplicate." He said with certainty. "As for a letter, neither of us sent you a letter. Quite frankly, the both of us were startled that a new Kasai has come to Elemental Academy." He absentmindedly ran a hand over the tome strapped to his belt. "Now, we do have some things to discuss. So you may either come along with me now or later, it's really up to you." He turned started to walk towards his office regardless, he had much paperwork to complete so he didn't have time to wait on an answer and he could do paperwork while talking in his office. Of course, he could use a glass of fine scotch to settle his nerves on having a new Kasai back on the grounds. He was looking forward to seeing how she would turn out under Kano's tutelage.

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Rinna glanced over at the second man calmly, and took a moment to observe his demeanor. Then she smiled sweetly.

"Why, I don't believe I ever uttered the word incompetent. I'm sure the staff her is highly skilled." She paused again, flinching visibly as one of her tonfa was removed without her permission.

"Really, the word I would be most likely to choose would be apathetic. That, or personality types that would engage in similar behavior, such as yourself."

Rinna had begun shaking now, and the gem set in the pommel of the removed tonfa, once clear and flawless, was flashing in clouded, turbulent shades of blue. Simply holding the weapon would make Kano aware of the energy being stored within. Rinna had manifested her powers as an adult, and as such, her body had no idea how to adapt or control it. Her ancestor's tonfa, once used to store similar amounts of power, were once again acting as a heat sink, greedily drinking up every shred of power her tiny frame put out.

As the headmaster called her along, she took off behind him like a shot, snatching up the tonfa and cradling it to her chest for a moment before slamming back into the empty sheath at her hip. She had no idea what they did, of course, but they had become a security blanket to the girl since the accident, as well as a constant connection to her past.