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Nickname/Ring Nickname: The Northern Tiger
Age: 17(senior)
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 157lbs

Personality: Tetsu usually keeps to himself and does not go out of his way to challenge other students very often unless for what he deems an important reason. Stoic and calm, he only loses his cool in a fight when he encounters cheating or anything that could be considered dishonorable.

Fighting Style: Tetsu prefers to be on the offensive and aggressive, while not sacrificing any of his technicality. If he seems to be going nowhere with the way he is fighting, he will create space and try something else. He adapts to situations very well and does not respond well to cheating. Usually he prefers to end a fight quickly and go for the finish rather than drag it out and let it go to a decision.

Martial Arts:
Brazilian Jiu Jitsu
Muay Thai
Shotokan Karate
Wrestling

History: At the age of 4, Tetsu began training at a small Karate Dojo in his neighborhood located in Northern Tokyo. He took lessons and excelled at the dojo for 7 years. During his time there, he would watch MMA on television whenever he wasn't training or at school. Mesmerized, he vowed to be like the fighters he watched so intently on his small tube t.v. Eventually, Tetsunosuke began training at another facility to further his knowledge of other styles in order to prepare him to capture the dream he held so dear. It is here at an MMA gym that he would study the disciplines known as Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai along with Wrestling. He is considered a prodigy by many who have witnessed his exploits in the competitive circuit for the styles that he trains in. His many skills gained him sponsorship from a couple high profile martial arts brands and an invitation to Shinjuku Academy once he was of high school age.

During his first three years at Shinjuku, Tetsu Mostly kept to himself; focusing on training and his physique. While he detested the way weaker students are treated, he mostly tried to ignore it and keep himself out of as many fights as possible. However, this is not to say that he has not fought against other students. The few times that Tetsunosuke has been left without choice or chose to fight, based on his honor, he completely dismantled his opponents in the quickest and most effective way. Of course, this was only against lower tier bullies. As a result, nobody really made a big fuss about Tetsu and his abilities. Anybody who had heard of him and his competition exploits while a younger child/teen had simply just assumed that he couldn't keep up once he was at an elite school and so he was forgotten while at Shinjuku and away from competition.

He had never chosen to enter The Iron Fist Tournament, but he was now a senior and this year was different. Tetsu had begun to grow tired of the current attitude many of the schools student government members possessed and the way they treated the other students, so a decision was made on his part to put a stop to it once and for all. He plans to quietly enter the tournament to dethrone the president along with his lackeys. Nobody yet knows of this plan however, so Tetsu is still without much attention at the beginning of his senior year.

Dreams and Fears: Tetsunosuke dreams of being Champion of the world in whatever MMA organization is most popular. He wants to be known as the best and retire undefeated once he makes his pro debut. After retirement, Tetsu wishes to run his very own training facility and bring up a new generation of fighters and champions.

Tetsu fears crushing defeat and losing the sight and motivation necessary to accomplish his goals.

[User]
"What a square-ass speech." Vlad briefly considered standing up and leaving the auditorium, but the school staff always looked extra-mean on this freshmen initiation ceremonies. He considered heckling the president, Mr. Huang Miyamoto, but he always seemed like a short-tempered kind of guy, and Vlad didn't want to ruin his rad shirt. So he went with the only real option he had, sitting in silence and swallowing the same speech he had heard since he had gotten into the school. "Coño, what a bore!"

Suddenly, Vlad realized that the sit next to him wasn't empty. Now, next to him, was a weird, quiet senior that he had seen around but barely recognized. Overtaken by the soul-sucking, snooze-forcing speech, Vlad accidentaly let slip a jokey whisper.

"Man, the only way I could be more bored would be by being made out of wood."

And that's when he remembered how most students at the Shinjuku Academy had almost no sense of humor. All those fights on freshman year sparked by a bad joke or escaped pun. Fueled by dozens of memories and a self-preserving instinct, Vlad's paranoia kicked-in. Side-eyeing and preparing himself, Vlad awaited to see how his seating-neighbor reacted to his shitty pun.

[Assistant] "Man, the only way I could be more bored would be by being made out of wood." Tetsu heard probably the corniest joke of the century come from off to the side of him and raised an eyebrow while letting out a very light chuckle. Who the hell makes a joke light that? With a growing curiosity Tetsunosuke looked to the direction in which the cheesy joke came from and examined the student sitting next to him. He was definitely not Japanese, but he seemed friendly. Friendly enough to assault Tetsu's ears with a corny joke, that is. His attire was certainly strange as well. Very Strange. It looked to just barely meet the standards of the schools uniform code if someone wasn't looking too closely. The shirt he was wearing looked like something one might wear on vacation in Latin America in Tetsu's opinion. "Is...is that thing slightly see-through?" He raised his brow even higher and finally let it rest. For sure, this was a very interesting guy. "What's your name?" He asked quietly and with hardly any emotion. He definitely needed to work on his social skills. This was one of the only times Tetsunosuke asked this question of another student. He had a few acquaintances throughout his three years spent at Shinjuku, but no real friends. The closest thing he had to friends was his club mates and sparring partners, but it was never taken past the mats or the dojos. "Maybe this year will be different in this aspect as well?"

[User]
The senior chuckled (barely) and responded, "What's your name?"

Vlad was relieved, although he didn't completely left his guard down. Throughout the three years he had been at Shinjuku he hadn't had the chance to become to friendly with anyone else. From his point of view, the students took themselves too seriously and the staff acted too high-and-mighty. On the rare occasion someone started acting friendly, they ended up being sadistic bullies looking for an easy target. And that always ended in a fight. Some were won and others not, but they were all fights. "But that isn't what's happening right now, right?", Vlad thought to himself, trying to keep an optimistic outlook on life.

"I'm Vladimir. Vlad for short. Like the impaler. But the only thing I'd impale right now are my ears, just so I can stop listening to this." Keeping up using his (now rusty) sense of humor seemed like the way to go. "How 'bout you?"

[Assistant]
Christina followed the group into the Auditorium and stood off to the side and listened to Huang speak. His smile was so fake, and she was ok with that. The boy did not smile at all and he really had no reason to, plus you add on his hate for freshman in general and he was just a big old ball of sunshine. Now he was up in the front smiling and telling them about their new lives here at Shinjuku. She liked the accommodations that the seniors would be getting, their own sparing room, and not having to share with some gossiping females who don't know how to deal with their own emotions. But now she would a have balcony all to her self.

She got shivers when he started to talk about the Iron Fist Tournament. The thing was a highlight for her entire year, because she got to test the metal of the new kids and settle rivalry's. The room got a little more eerie, and Huang's smile was not a pleasant one.
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Xu left the situation with the girl alone and continued on until he found him self in a seat towards the middle. He was listening to the accommodations and was not not happy. He would still have to share a room, and his lunch would be during his training time so his whole scheduled would be ruined. He wondered who he would get stuck rooming with. But for now he looked up when the room got quiet, he saw the president get real quiet and smile weirdly. He wondered what was next on the list before that would get let lose. Xu found himself wondering about a lot, and only hopped his curiosity would not get him hurt.

[User]
Exactly what you expected of a school centered around fighting is what Remy observed in his orienting walk around the school before the speech began. People being physically bullied everywhere. A culture where power dynamics center around your fighting prowess. If you were new to the school, they would come and test you. Coming all up in your face, disrespecting you, pushing you to the edge and see how you react. If you turn the other cheek you're noted as a pussy that can get walked over. If you show you don't tolerate that and can't get disrespected like that, you won't be tested anymore because they found out your worth. Let them come test Remy, one good kick is all it would take to fucking chop their leg off and leave them bleeding to death, figuratively.

Luckily through his early exploration of the school he hasn't been bothered and was able to avoid confrontation. Maybe due to his eloquent walk, heaved up chin and slight smirk as his silver chain bounced on his neck with every step. The confidence in his movement that would confuse you and make you think this wasn't his first day. Like he already was at the top of the food-chain. Maybe it was because they didn't notice him. Sooner or later he would find out, he did come to school early to explore so not everyone was present.

He wasn't fully done exploring when it was time to go to the auditorium. So he cut the walk short and headed over there. As he was new together with countless other freshmen, not only was it around the time he would get tested. It was also the best time to make as many friends as possible. The time everyone didn't have friends yet and tight circles didn't get formed. If they try to jump him with a gang he would need social connects to make sure it wouldn't be one man versus an army. He would need to find freshmen to hangout with after the speech.

Once he arrives at the auditorium it didn't take more than five minutes for the whoever that guy was to show up. Oh, he introduced himself as the president of the student government. Interesting. So that was the man he was gonna dethrone violently in a few years, probable leave him with a cut off leg he is going to need to stitch back to his hips. Poor peasant. Sometimes even Remy wished he wasn't such a beast.

Remy followed the speech in his handbook, made sure to pay attention to the speech he was gonna be forced to give after he beat the guy.

So they were working with roommates? That's pretty cool. Suddenly he stopped and got this really creepy smile. He didn't seem this genuine amused when he was talking about the stuff before. So this must be interesting.

[Assistant]
"Now for those of you who are familiar with this school you are aware of the Iron Fist Tournament. It is a competition that is held halfway through the semester each year. It is a way to determine the effectiveness of the staff's ability to teach and a way for the students to test their strengths and weaknesses. This tournament also includes student versus student and club versus club." Huang took the mic and paced across the stage as he looked over the crowd. "Freshmen sadly are discouraged to join in however it is not prohibited but please understand that there WILL be students stronger than you in this competition that, I can guarantee. You may join with the approval of your sensei, student government and president of the school. Sophomores, you are welcome to join with permission from your club captain, sensei and student body. Juniors, you may join with the approval of your club captain and student body government which leaves the seniors. We may join with the approval of the student government and your captain. Also this competition allows you to challenge the members of the student body government to a position but must get the approval by the SBG President and fellow members as well as your sensei."

 Huang paused for a moment Before continuing as he moved back towards the podium. "Please understand that tournament is not meant for everyone. Each participant MUST sign a waver specifying that they will not file a lawsuit if major physical harm happens...They will not be responsible for the lack of smarts on your end. Now if any of the other Student Government members have anything to add?" He looked over at the to with genuine interest. He didn't usually do this but at the moment he didn't care. His mind was focusing on the prospect of picking out who was the weak freshmen and who were the strong. He would challenge them all because he did not have a preference when it came to the school. If you wanted to stay in good standings with him or better yet, just be noticed by him, you had to prove your worth and make a big enough wave within the school. He looked at Issei and Christina to see if they wished to speak to the school. Otherwise, they would begin touring around the school and showing off the school's dojos, training areas, arena and its dormitories.

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"I'm Vladimir. Vlad for short. Like the impaler. But the only thing I'd impale right now are my ears, just so I can stop listening to this." Tetsu thought this was a very strange name for a student that looked like...well, like this. "How 'bout you?" Just as Vlad had finished introducing himself, he heard something that greatly interested him off towards the podium. The Iron Fist Tournament. "YOU better be the one signing a damn waiver!" While gritting his teeth slightly, Tetsu thought only of the thrashing he would give the student government in six months time. "Calm down...spend your time preparing and they won't stand a chance..." Relaxing once more, Tetsu turned his attention once more to Vladimir.

 He had rarely given out his name before in a simple conversation, but it wouldn't hurt to be friendly with this guy, right? "My name is Tetsunosuke Shoji, but you can just call me Tetsu. What year are you?" It felt a bit weird to be interacting with another student for this long without any training gear on. The closest things to friends Tetsunosuke had were his training partners in the clubs and classes he participated in throughout the school year. "Maybe we can be friends? Who knows."


[System]
"One of the biggest sicknesses this world has is expectation. We all expect other people to be a certain way or to do a certain thing. Most people, they spend their whole lives under the wants of other people."

Age: 11
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date/Place of Birth: October 7th - Ennismore Gardens, Knightsbridge, London
Currently: Hogwarts
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Aspen, 9 ¾", Dragon heart-string
Patronus: Grey Wolf

Personal

Childhood: George grew up in a modest London home. His first years were spent in constant tension. Although he remembers very little, being only five when his criminal father was finally arrested, George remembered the arguing and the hushed voices. He could remember the masked faces in the living room before his parents would disappear for a few days, leaving them in the care of their relatives. George's relationship with his father is based merely on what he knew of what he'd done. His relationship with his mother had been close, not completely, but enough to substitute a healthy childhood. However, his relationship with his brother was closer. They stuck together and supported one another, despite the distance in location and now the distance in House.

Personality: George has a furious temper. Often people will find him stubborn and irritable, although this is rare at a young age. Whilst young, George is anxious and cautious, although friendly and outgoing once comfortable. He fears a great deal and expects much more of himself. Protective of his friends, he will prove to be more protective of himself and sometimes just plain selfish.

Hobbies: Duelling, Chess, Card-games and quidditch.

[User]
George's comment on brothers brought a grateful smile to her lips. It was nice to not be alone in dealing with obnoxious siblings. She finished collecting the cards she had thrown, arranging them as neatly as one could arrange recently exploded cardstock. Passing them to George, she returned her attention to the landscape, humming brightly. Everything would be lovely—they must be getting close, right? Sadie could only hope. She needed to be at the castle*now*!

He asked her about what she did—and she tilted her head, considering his words. As he mentioned that he had yet to go to school, she found herself gaping. No primary school? That was just*weird*.

"Everyone is homeschooled? What if both your parents work?" She frowned, finding the idea very peculiar. Her mum and dad were always busy with the farm and their business. There's no way they would have had time to homeschool her. "I started primary school when I was five. I would have been going to secondary school this year if I hadn't gotten my letter. Um… outside of school and the farm, I really like films! And video games!"

Sadie didn't really think how alien her words would sound as she began babbling, bouncing away.

[Assistant]
George laughed. Perhaps it seemed strange, most wizarding mother's stayed home to tutor their children until eleven years old, unless they were well off. George had been tutored by a witch at home, alongside Theo, who'd taught them all the basics of reading and writing, life and everything else they'd need to learn in order to survive school. Their real education had started at Hogwarts, and perhaps that was the reason so many seemed out of place in Muggle Society.
"Most mum's teach their kids, but me and my brother had a teacher, she taught us three times a week." He turned to Sadie again and furrowed an eyebrow. She'd already been to school? It was strange to think. It was probably why muggle-borns and halfbloods fit into the system better, or so his brother had said. "You've already been to school, that's so strange."

"Video games?" George asked, looking at Sadie as if she were mad. Muggle's were odd. "I don't understand." Maybe he sounded like an idiot in her eyes, completely unaware of what she was talking about. During his trips through muggle London, George had seen various video games, though unaware at the time. He'd unknowingly noticed how popular and how many they were Yet without knowing what they were, he disregarded the fact and carried on their trip to Gringotts that day. His world must seem so strange to Sadie too, a world that was so sought after by muggles, a world of magic and myth. They had broomsticks, time travel, unicorns, wands, wizards, talking pictures and goblins. His world was her stories, however it was life to him.

"What did you think of Diagon Alley?" He asked, smiling to himself. So far it would probably be the only wizarding location she'd seen. He could imagine her face at the site. It would have probably been at lot like the faces of some of the other kids he'd seen.

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"Why's it the mums job?" Sadie asked, a little annoyed at the idea. It hardly seemed right to her. She knew several of her friends mum's stayed at home, but Sadie had never liked the idea. As much as working on the farm didn't appeal to her, she'd been raised to work hard. She detested the idea of being stuck at home all day. She 'hmph'ed a little, before moving onwards. It was hardly George's fault that the wizarding system was so seemingly unfair.

"School is brilliant," she enthused brightly, folding her legs up onto her seat. "There weren't a lot of other kids in the village, but I got to make lots of friends in class."

He looked confused—oh, right, Brennan had mentioned that wizards didn't really have video games or television. How strange. She lit up, clapping her hands.

"Oh! They're brilliant! People make stories and you get to play them. Um! I don't know how else to describe them? I'm bad at this," she laughed there, scratching her nose. "You get to be someone else and fight bad guys or solve puzzles or save the galaxy. It's magical!"

He asked about Diagon Alley and Sadie lit up like it was Christmas. She couldn't help but gush.

"Oh my goodness! The*hats*! And the owls! And and the broomsticks were great and it's just,*wow*. I saw someone transform someone else into a teapot! Then blokes in funny robes came by and dragged them off and wow, it was just*crazy!*Ollivander's was brilliant, too. I guess it just, I don't know, made everything seem*real*. It's amazing. I never would have imagined something so wonderful, you know? I'm just Sadie," she softened there, shrugging her shoulders awkwardly. "One minute I'm gathering chicken eggs and cleaning up after cows, the next I'm buying a wand and going to learn*magic*. It's just… I guess I thought it was going to be a joke for a long time, like 'fooled you, Sadie, we got you good' but I'm on the train and it's*happening*. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and I'll be back on the farm."

[Assistant]
George tried to imagine what it would be like to have not grown up in the world he'd already been surrounded in. How he'd feel when he first recieved his letter, what it would feel like to enter a world that seemed so unlike what he'd alreay experienced. Seeing Sadie react was hilarious. Having grown up with wands, Wizards and witches, goblins, elves, ghosts, talking paintings, flying and apiration, it would seem unwordly to someone who'd never expirenced it all before. Despite all this, he felt Hogwarts would be the same for them both. His brother had described it to be the most amazing place he'd ever experienced, something of which George was already aprehensious about. He was nervous, for no reason he repeated to himself often.

"This would be an awful dream if it were one." He commented, adding a smile as he spoke. "Considering you're not the only one here." He reached into the bag for another Bean and glanced over the flavour. It shone a strange, misty blue, dancing almost. After Norway's win at the Quidditch World Cup that summer, there had been an influx of themed sweets. "Here." George offered, handing it to Sadie. "It's not a sweet, so don't eat it. It's a miniturised Dragon Egg, frozen as simply a shell. You can collect them, I think there's thirty, or just use them as decoration." They weren't rare as such, but a collection of petrified dragon eggs had certainly become a collectors item over the few months they'd been sold.

He turned his eyes over to the window, wondering just how long it would be until they were reaching the school. The last time George had known, they'd been in parallel with Norfolk, perhaps less than half way. He knew they usually arrived after sundown, but without watches, he hadn't a clue of the time.
"How long do you reckon is left?" He asked, turning his head back to his.. Friend? Was Sadie a friend now? His train of thought had been pushed aside when the door pushed open, two girls laughing and giggling themselves at the door.

"Here, a present." One laughed, throwing a small black package onto Sadie's lap. The girls laughed for a second, both pushing the door shut before the compartment burst into complete darkness. They could hear the girls on the opposite side of the door, but as George fumbled for the train window, he noticed one voice disappeared. He fumbled, coughing up the dust, or whatever it was. A hand found the latch and soon the window was open, black powder filing out the window as if it were forced. He rushed to the door and pulled it back open, aiming to shout at the girls who'd pranked them. Down the carriage, he saw the two girls running, hand in hand, hurrying away from them. One had been a slightly plump female, brunette and loud, the other had been a taller female, slimmer, and with a similar blonde to his own. It wasn't a rare quality, but striking to him all the same. The girls glanced back, laughing once more. George let out a sigh and groaned. He waved at the last bits of the Instant Darkness and sat back down.

[User]
Sadie laughed brashly at George's comment, tipping her head back with her mirth. He was being really rather nice. She didn't doubt the lengths that jerk's like her brother would go to in pulling a prank. She supposed the train was a bit out of his reach, but as a professional younger sister she'd learned that there was*always*a chance she was being messed with. Especially considering she tended to give as good as she got.

"Maybe it's just a massive prank and there's loads of hidden cameras everywhere," she grinned, although she had visibly relaxed in her seat. "And instead of Hogwarts we're just going in a big loop and we'll end up back at King's Cross. My dreams can be right terrible sometimes."

George offered her a small blue bean, which she accepted. She blinked as he told her not to eat it—and her mouth dropped when he explained what it was. Sadie was aware she looked daft, but this was too wild to be stupid like Brennan and feign apathy.

"A*dragon egg*?" She repeated, her little mind blown by the implications. "Like, there are enough dragons in the world that eggs can just be like, shrunk and passed out in sweets?"

She stared at the little blue bean—*egg*—in her palm, pale fingers reaching out to better examine it. It was so wee; and a little sad. She'd much rather it be a proper egg, with a proper dragon. Still, it was wonderful.

"Thank you," she breathed, rather enthralled, her brain working a mile a minute. She didn't process his question about the time, still puzzling over the egg, and then, rather alarmingly, something dropped in her lap and the compartment when black.

"Ack!" Sadie coughed, reflexively covering the egg with her hands to keep it safe. The light had been extinguished. It was oppressively dark, pressing in all around her, and Sadie let out a desperately uncool*squeak*. Her lungs burned and her heart raced in terror. She had to get out, it was too dark, she didn't have her phone to use as a light and—

The window opened, the air clearing almost instantly. Sadie breathed deep, grateful for the fresh air and all the precious*light*. Black powder streamed out in large swirls, but her heartbeat was taking longer to slow down. She relaxed against her seat as George went to the compartment door. An empty sachet sat in her lap, which she carefully turned over.

"'Weasley Wizard Wheezes Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder'," she read aloud, a painful knot in her throat. A humiliated flush had crossed her cheeks, freckled ears burning bright red. Sadie knew it was silly and childish, her fear of the dark, and wished desperately that she could be less pathetic. "That's, um… s-something else."

[Assistant]
George dropped into his seat with a light thud. He gave a short sigh once again and looked back up at Sadie.
"It's just prank stuff. There's a huge shop filled with it in Diagon Alley, I'm not sure if you saw it. It's supposed to 'get you out of any trouble spot'." Wouldn't work for something outside the safety of Hogwarts. "Just ignore it anyway, pranks never mean to hurt anyone." Despite the ease of their conversation before, the sudden interruption had done nothing but twist the eleven year old stomach into knots. He sat quietly for a short while, pulling a small handful of beans from the box.

They were two separate sides of the spectrum. Sadie was filled to the brim with excitement. George couldn't help but feel nervous. It didn't matter though, it hardly would. His dad had been in prison for a long time and wouldn't be facing the Dementors for a long while. He'd serve his time before they'd 'put him to sleep'. It was pretty much how his mother described it, how she'd always described what would happen to their dad. He gave another sigh and tossed back the last few sweets he'd taken from the packet.

George finally glanced up, taking in the colour of Sadie's cheeks and face. He gave a short laugh and smiled. He didn't mean it in offence, children never did.
"It's only a prank, no need to get embaressed." He smiled, offering her the box once more. Outside their compartment, he could hear the sound of others laughing and cheering, playing games and talking. He wondered how many of them would share the same family history as him. There had been potential for a fair few, especially if he truly believe the stories they had from before the Ministry burst into their home. George turned back to his friend once more.

"If you keep the egg warm for long enough, they're supposed to hatch. I don't know how true it is, they're only eggs. But there's loads of dragons, tons in the north and east. I've heard of them being found in the deserts in Africa. You'll learn about all that though." He added with a smile. He was sure they'd learn everything there was to know about the Wizarding World in time, they just needed to get there first.


[System]
* Gender: Female
* Race: Dark Elf
* Photo ID: "..." I know she looks young, but looks can be deceiving. Especially since she's an elf. Believe me, you'll be able to rely on her.
* Relevant Abilities: "I can clean. I can cook too. And I can kill things." Don't believe her when she says she can cook. Trust nothing she makes, unless you want to experience suffering words cannot describe. She is excellent at cleaning though, and you can trust her ability to aim and shoot well enough to compensate for her weapon's unique properties. She's quite agile as well.
* Tell us about yourself: "..." I know she rarely shows it, but Senya is a much more compassionate and sensitive girl then she lets on. That stoic-looking pokerface is hiding a lot of feelings. If you ever hear her raise her voice, something's wrong, but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel anything otherwise. Admittedly one of her bad points is that she enjoys seeing people stumble and get in trouble a lot more then she should, I'd keep an eye out for her playing pranks on people she disagrees with. But she won't let people get hurt. Not intentionally. She might even go a little too far to protect someone, so keep an eye on her. When things are bad she stops taking care of herself properly, so watch out for that too. If you ever need to get her to do something for you, try something sweet. She'll try and hold out but the temptation will be too much.
* Work history: "..." This is going to be her first real work. But I've kept my eye on her and watched her progress, she's an excellent maid. As long as you don't let her cook. She won't show it. She might even act like it's a bother. But she wants to be here. Badly. She'll be loyal. She won't give up, even to her own detriment. So don't let her get herself killed, okay? There's someone she's looking for, after all.
* Tools you are skilled with: "She gave it to me. It can really tear things apart. Heh." You might recognize this weapon. Or at least, some might. A portable gatling gun with a bayonet that big isn't common after all. Everything's still in place, so she doesn't have any trouble wielding it even if it's as big as she is.
* Occult Knowledge: "... They won't stand a chance." She's better at it then I was. Her favorite trick is magically charging her bullets, so that they explode on contact, but she can apply it to the bayonet too so that she can cut through things even more effectively. You won't have any issues here.

[User]
"No questions, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am!" Eleanor replied, relieved. So relieved that she realized only shortly after the fact that her words came out sounding more enthusiastic than she meant them to be, a little too obsequious even. Never mind. She was only grateful that Katherine's transgression didn't get them all screamed at, or worse.

Eleanor accepted Polina's packet with a soft "thanks" and quickly slipped the treats into her pinafore. Foremost on her mind was finding better weapons to arm herself with than just her feather duster; sampling the macarons will have to wait.

[Assistant]
Aboard the Clematis

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Surprised that Kat hadn't been thrown out of the airlock or filled full of lead, Lucrecia pondered for a moment at the information there were given. Or rather, she wondered why it was all so vague, couldn't even be bothered to call this a briefing.

"Ah. Un momento, Signora. I'd personally like to know a bit more about the situation. Do we know anything about the enemy? How many there are, what works best againast these ones, can we still expect aid from the local Polizia? I think that's at least worth considering."

The freelancer was a stickler for the finer details and always made sure to be well prepared for everything and anything. Of course, it's not as if she couldn't improvise. She just didn't feel it was ideal, more often than not.

"Considering our compatriots likely have been met with an unfortunate fate, perhaps a little preparedness would benefit our fight against these spiritos malignos

[User]
Katherine's doll that Polina handily handed a pouch of fresh baked goods gratefully accepted the gift and returned a salute towards the woman. Katherine herself seemed quite intent with not stepping down as the harsh drill instructor of a maid stood and stared her down, obviously in part to the earlier slight. "Now, now, Miss Chef. It's never good to leave without asking questions of your superiors. You can't be the only one constantly on your toes after all." The doll commanding maid held her right hand on her hip whilst her left hung at her side whilst still staring back into Myrilla's eyes. "And Miss... Lu? Lulu? Yes, Lulu. I agree with your spirit in the line of questioning, but I think it's safe to hazard a guess at what our opposition is. Blood demons, the only creatures in the family uncouth enough to destroy so much."

The Doll-Maker smirked a small bit. "But yes, you are right on those other questions Lulu, though I would add one of my own. Where were our coworkers last located? Or where they were suppose to be. I feel right as rain going to find them but I rather have a location to look out for as we volley fire down the streets." Katherine then put her hands down to her sides, but slightly away with her digits outstretched as to show off the eight magical catalysts that bejeweled each finger but her thumbs. An eerie light began to glow from the ring as the glow traveled from her rings to each of the dolls through the magic thread that connected them. The dolls then seemed to poof into nothing as the glow returned to the rings. "After those are answered, I don't think I have many questions."

[Assistant]
Location:
The Clematis
12.000 hours
@AzureKnight@Waylon@Click This@Sniblet@VitaVitaAR

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"You, unless you pay more attention, little rat." Myrilla scoffed towards Astreya's question, not even bothering to glance in her direction as she'd instead take a long inhalation on her pipe, regarding Katherine with a scowl.

"The cat's probably correct." Myrilla responded to Lucrecia, a thick waft of smoke meeking Katherine's face as she exhaled. The woman stuck her still burning pipe in her headdress as she'd slowly walk around the line of maids. "Scale demons usually would hardly care to destroy. Eye demons are far too slothful. A tear demon would only do so if it caused whoever they're haunting distress. Tongue demons corruption would be far more ethereal in nature…which leaves our likely culprit as Blood Demons." As the instructor moved down the line from behind, she'd stop momentarily behind Senya, adjusting her headdress slightly and tightening the uniform just a bit.

"As you should have learned, Blood demons are particularly violent and vicious. A slave to their fell emotions and impulses. They lust for carnage, obscenity and all the vile pleasures a human would reject." Myrilla continued moving down the line once more as she spoke, the sound of her heels on the deck the only sound aside from the dull hum of the engines. "Their magics are the same, and they are tied to Tear demons for raw physical strength. You get into a fight of raw strength with one above Greater Beast, you're gonna end up worse than dead. They don't care for decency or human morals." Kathereine would feel Myrilla's hands on her waist as she'd stop behind them.

"Ah, and one more thing. The local police have quarantined the town and have made it very clear - no one in or out the usual routes for fear of a demon in disguise slipping through." Katherine would find herself being lifted, off the ground and hoisted up in a princess carry in Myrilla's arms. "So you will be air dropping on sight. Like so-"

Myrilla spun on her heels, doing two full rotations with Katherine in her arms, before quite literally tossing the maid right over the railing, sending her sailing to the ground below.

"Ser'yezno!? She has no parachute!" Leoniya ran over to the railing.

"I hear cats land on their feet." Myrilla shrugged, nonchalantly. "Consider this a lesson in both teamwork, recruits, and not to smack a married womans ass or she might toss you overboard." Leoniya worked quickly, gathering parachutes and a pack of supplies for the recruits. Ammo, a copy of the usual 'Maids Guide to Demon Hunting' for reference, a MAT-4 pistol, flares, and a spare uniform.

"Oh, and one more thing," Myrilla pulled the pipe from her headband. "...my daughter was part of that group of six. I expect word of how she is soon as you find her. Now get going! Don't sit there and gawk at my ass like that one or you all better grow wings!" That was odd. You should all knew she was married from how she would gush about her husband when drunk, but she had never mentioned a kid before.

Well, regardless, it was show time it seemed like. The maids had been given their instruction, and that seemed all the information Myrilla was likely willing to divulge. Perhaps she didn't know much more herself, but there was certainly a lot of unknowns left in there.

Whenever the maids collected themselves, they'd find themselves jumping overboard, parachute secured tightly along with supplies as they'd get their first glimpse of what remained of Cogsfell below…

Location:
Cogsfell
12.000 hours

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Myrilla hadn't been wrong.

The north section of the town looked exactly as described. A smoldering, blasted crater littered with buildings that were still actively burning as thick smoke billowed up from it. Many buildings looked like they had gotten blasted by an explosion. Along the ground fissures and volcanic fire erupted from below, a clear sign of a portal to the first circle fo Naraheim likely having been opened here. The police seemed to have formed a defensive line around its perimeter as best they could, using the untouched southern section of the city as a safehaven and refuge.

They could hear an occasional scream, too. Not to mention a number of demons running around as they got closer to the ground. Nothing too concerning from the looks of things. Some low level Demon beasts and Greater Beasts, thankfully no high demons from the looks of things, but who knew what would be found once they hit the ground?

Soon enough, unless one would have somehow gotten wildly off course, the maids would find themselves all touching down near and around what was once a fountain in what was some sort of square. It was now split in half, a deep fissure having opened beneath the ground. Ruined and burning buildings surrounded them in most directions. To the north they could hear the occasional sound of gunfire, and a bit to the east they could hear what could only be described as indescribable demonic roaring. The smell of sulfur, fire, and thick smoke permeated the air.

Myrilla didn't give them any direction, only intending to find out what happened. Well, they were here now…time to figure out what happened.

[User]
Senya quietly glanced back over her shoulder when her uniform was tightened, her headband adjusted slightly. She didn't utter a single word, simply holding her case in both hands as she expressionlessly glanced back at the strict drill sergeant. She didn't have much to say, but she thought she'd put her headband on straight... had she not?

She listened quietly to the summary of the expected threats. She'd kill them. She'd kill all the demons. That was that, really. She'd shoot them and they'd blow up. She'd cut them up and they'd bleed. None of them were that one, so there was no need to do anything else.

When Katherine was shoved out, there were two immediate thoughts in the tiny dark elf's mind.

One being that she would most assuredly be fine, so there was no reason to be worried.

The other was that it was hilarious.

Her lips curled into a smile, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Heh."

Her amusement at the other maid's terrifying predicament, however, was swiftly cut short when Myrilia announced that her daughter was among the maids that had been deployed.

When she heard that, the smile swiftly faded from Senya's lips, and the small maid merely gave a firm nod and waited to be equipped with the parachute. If that was the case, then she'd made sure to bring her back. And kill every single demon in her way, too.

Wordlessly, expression still neutral, she stepped to the edge.

And then into the air.

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One wind-whipped parachuting trip later, and Senya had landed in the designated square, near the fountain that had marked their landing site. It took some time for her to disentangle herself from the parachute, briefly appearing like some sort of comical sheet-covered phantom as she floundered with it until she freed herself, removing the straps entirely and briefly checking to make sure she still had her pack.

Cogsfell was in flames... smoke and destruction were everywhere. And she could hear all sorts of terrible noises, too.

It brought forth unpleasant memories, though the sensation didn't show on the small girl's face.

Instead, she quietly opened her case.

From it emerged an artifice of steel and steam, a smooth, gleaming shape that ended in multiple barrels. From beneath it, a long, sharp, swordlike blade extended, turning once and snapping into place beneath each of the barrels.

Senya adjusted her grip on the weapon slightly. It was almost comical, the sight of the handheld gatling gun being held by such a small girl. It was even bigger then she was.

"... I'm ready to kill."


[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

[User]
The smell in the air were rather dull, sterile in fact. Nothing smelled musty or old, as if the interior was perfectly maintained. There was no coating of dust covering any of the treasure. As for the routes, the same metallic smell of gold and silver seemed to flow from all of the paths except for the stairwell down. Smells of fresh water seemed to draft up from the depths. It's possible the other routes only led to more of a livable fortune laden castle.

Upon closer inspection of the spiral staircase, it seemed that there were crumbles of stone all around it, as well as coating the steps themselves. It was the same stone as the floor was made out of. It looked as if the entire staircase had been hidden under the floor before, but was freshly uprooted by something. The dust of the rock being smashed was still lingering in the air.

[Assistant]
"Have a little faith, Travis, my sense of smell is as good as a snake's thanks to my runic enhancements." Raiya replied as she continued sniffing the air while walking about. However, what Raiya smelled only left her confused and a bit wary. It was as if the entire area was sterilized completely. No ancient place like this would have a lack of a distinct scent, she expected to at least smell dust, but she smelt nothing but the metallic scent of treasure.

 Raiya lifted her right eyebrow and pursed her lips, "Well, so much for that idea. This place is more sterile than a Vatican hospital. That is to say, whoever owns this place either has a wicked cleaning crew or the world's best sterilization enchantment. The only things I smell are the pieces of treasure lying about." She finished as she kicked a pile of gold in frustration. A royal looking gold crown rolled off of the pile she displaced and and came to a stop by the series of stairs leading downwards. Raiya's eyes followed the crown until it came to a complete stop, and that's when she saw it. The cobblestone surrounding the stairs was a bit broken and crumbled, as if it was recently displaced. "Well, my nose may have not helped us at all, but by dumb luck I think I know which way to go." Raiya pointed at the center stairs leading down, "The way the cobblestone is displaced, it looks as though those stairs were part of a secret passage that was freshly opened." Raiya bent down and pinched a bit of the the dusty gravel surrounding the stairs, "If nothing else, someone recently went through this way. It's the only lead we have." Raiya finished.

[User]
It didn't take Raiya long to confirm that aroma of the room they idled in was essentially vacant of any foreign scents. Travis knew the idea would likely fail but he couldn't blame his teammate entirely for the idea falling apart; the entire place thus far was impossibly devoid of any impurities or indications of age. The mere pondering of the fact bothered him, making the Untalent question the exact reason in to going through so much trouble in maintaining such a clean image, even when the owners were more then likely deceased.

Travis sighed just as Raiya unleashed her displeasure upon one of the golden trinkets which pinged across the room's smooth surfacing floor before finally scraping against something rough and unkempt. He turned around after registering the difference of the sound - Raiya also picked up on the anomaly though only visually and determined that the stairway was actually not apart of the room's décor and instead served as a hidden passage. The assumption was sound as the cobblestone surrounding the descending stairway lay uplifted and broken; a conflict to the room's otherwise perfectly intact state. He agreed too this seemed to have been the handiwork of someone that had only just recently been through here.

He approached the stairway and took the moment to analyze it before signaling his candlelight spell to position over the stairway to better illuminate its sinking steps, "no objections from me. We should get a move on."

[Assistant]
The spiral stone staircase went down for ages, to the point where someone might begin to question if they've been caught it some sort of elaborate illusory trap, looping them around endlessly. But eventually something would change in their surroundings. After going down far enough the trickles of running water could be heard. Maybe it was connected to the running moat around the temple's area?

After reaching the end of the spiral staircase, it opened up to a long and wide hallway, this one less inviting and perilous than the treasure filled rooms from before. After a few yards the floor of the hallway dropped off entirely. Far below, roughly fifty feet, was a running pool of water that would lead a ominous place unknown. The drop spanned roughly forty five feet across, and the only way across was multiple pillars that jutted out from the water into small stepping stones only a little bit bigger than the average foot. They were spaced out randomly at a distance one would have to hop slightly to get to the next foothold.

[User]
Raiya looked out over the abyss, certainly it would seem that the only path forward for the group were the pillars interspersed in front of them. Raiya was perfectly confident in her own ability to make it across, I could hop across this in my sleep, however, the rest of the team is not quite as agile as me and I can't just leave them behind... What to do... Raiya pondered as she looked out at the pillars and back towards her motley crew.

 "Well, I must admit I am a bit stumped here," Raiya spoke out, breaking the silence, "I know I can easily make it across by myself, but I am quite doubtful that the rest of you can make it safely across," She expressed her concern. "If I had specialized in creation magic instead of destruction magic, I could easily cast a spell to form a bridge for everyone, but there is no use dwelling on that now I suppose." Raiya thought out loud. "Yeah, I got nothing. Any of you have any ideas?" Raiya asked Travis and Zuri.


[System]
Mage

Appearance:
Nickname/Alias: N
Magic Name: Visum836 One who's eyes see only the truth.

Nationality: Japanese

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Blood Type: O

Likes:
Loyalty
Pineapple
Sour drinks
His students
Dislikes:
Disregard for personal safety
Manipulative people
Sunflowers (He's allergic)

Skills:
Jujitsu, Psychology, Calligraphy

Magic:
 Nakami uses magic based on the Bagua, or Eight Trigrams. To use these spells, he combines spell papers with each symbol, hand gestures, and short incantations. He can also use each trigram separately to create a faster, but weaker effect based on what it stands for.
Spells
Southern Wind - (Wind and Fire)
"Blow in from the desert and set my foes aflame."

This spell summons a gout of fire from any direction, centered on the placement of the papers and chosen by the direction of the hand gesture. It can be used three times per incantation.

Blessing of the Guardian - (Mountain and Sky)
"Come now, descend from your mountain and guide me to safety"

Creates a barrier centered around the papers, which remains as long as the hand gesture is held.

Binding Spirit - (Earth and Thunder)
"Lie here in wait and snare those who would cause me harm"

Once it is set, this spell is self sustaining, and will stay in place until someone other than the caster walks between the two papers. That person will be bound in place until the hand gesture is given.
Mirage Field - (Lake, Sky and Wind)
"In this plain, No sound shall be heard save the whisper of the wind, all shall be hidden from view."

This spell covers a large area, centered on the spell papers. Anybody outside the spell area before the spell was cast is oblivious to anything happening within it, even if they touch someone who was caught. This spell stays in place until the hand gesture is given.
Four Beasts - (Thunder, Fire, Mountain and Sky)
"Come, you who are beholden to the land, you who are beholden to the heavens, you who are beholden to the light that dances on the ground and sky. I call you forth to serve my will."

Creates four beasts similar to lions, with yellow, red, grey and blue fur respectively. Each beast has it's own properties.
[Yellow] Can attack at range with lightning bolts.
[Red] Can breath fire.
[Grey] Is nearly impervious to normal attacks, and is incredibly strong.
[Blue] Is fast, agile and can leap extremely high.

Each beast can be summoned on it's own using a modified version of the incantation.

Spirit Compass - (Water, Thunder, Fire and Lake)
"The one I seek is hidden from my view. Scatter across the land in search of them, and whisper in my ear."

This spell, used in conjunction with something from the person being located, creates a short beam of light indicating the direction of the person. The spell continues until the hand gesture is dropped.
At this point, Nakami's spells begin to become dangerous not only to his target, but also to anybody else around, so he reserves these for times of emergency.

Under the Mountain - (Thunder, Mountain, Earth, Sky, and Wind)
"For your sins, you shall be punished. For your arrogance, you shall be cast down. For your crimes, you shall be judged. Prostrate yourself, or be bent under the hand of God."

This spell presses down on a large area with massive force, enough to bend steel girders. As long as the hand gesture is held, the force continues to exert itself, but it only presses as low as the ground.
Nobody has ever seen Nakami use more than a Five Trigram spell, however he does know them. Beware, as beyond this point Nakami's magic becomes life threatening, even if he holds back.

Using Five, Six, Seven or Eight Trigrams in conjunction, Nakami can create a Seal to bind anything from supernatural abilities, spirits or even physical objects. He rarely uses them, as each seal must be crafted specifically for what is being bound, and it's usually much easier to simply destroy it. There are, however, times when destroying something isn't an option, or even more rare, times when a specific individual earns such malice from him that he views destruction as too lenient.
Appearance:

Name: Yamimori, Tsumiki

Nickname/Alias: Dimension Drive

Position: Judgement

Seat Number: 14

Nationality: Japanese

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Blood Type: A+

Biography:

Tsumiki was born in Academy city and raised inside it's walls. He grew up around Espers and marvels of science, and in fact has never left the safety of it's walls. He is as much a child of the City as of his parents, so when the time came, nobody was in the least surprised at his powerful ability.

Likes:
Being with a small group of friends.
Spicy food
Sweets
Trolling

Dislikes:
Bitter food
Sour food
Cold weather
Being in large crowds

Skills: Over the years, Tsumiki has memorized almost every corner of Academy City, making it nearly impossible to escape from him. Besides that, he's a skilled cook and gets top grades in chemistry, physics, and Physical Education, and has pitch perfect vocal moderation allowing him to imitate any voice he's memorized, even female voices in the lower ranges.

Ability: Level Five - Free Movement

Tsumiki started out as a simple Teleporter, but over the years has advanced his ability to far more than that. Now, besides just teleporting, Tsumiki can change the effects of gravity for himself and anything he touches. He uses this aspect of his ability so much that often people forget he can teleport.

Extras: Tsumiki's left arm is a prosthetic, having lost the real one in a teleporting accident early in his life. It's heavy, so he often leaves it behind when he needs to move fast.

[User]
Tsumiki

With a low pop, Tsumiki appeared next to the motley group surrounding the hat girl wearing an apron over a tshirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was covered in flour and other baking substances.

"You two!" He crowed, clapping his hands on Rebekah and Shinjiro's shoulders. "You're perfect, I need you!"

Without asking permission, or really any warning at all, they were pulled into a disorienting moment of freefall followed by the strange realization that they were no longer in the academy, but were instead inside a small kitchen facing an extravagantly decorated cake.

"Can you try this for me?" Tsumiki asked, not in the least concerned with apologizing or even introducing himself.

[Assistant]
Rebecca had just finished her business with school, as well as her business with one of the teachers. Yes, her ability was rare to the degree of she being the sole possessor, but people were really taking such things too seriously. She stepped out of the building and took a glance around the immediate area with a surveying look. One of the first things she noticed was Grapejuice, and- the.... hat.. girl. What was her name again? Eh, it didn't matter. Rebecca began to make her way towards the odd bunch, who appeared to be dealing in Gekota merchandise. Gekota stuff? she thought, approaching the students.
"Hello Grapejui-" then he vanished. Stolen by someone. "What... Anyway, hello. I see you are selling some little bits. Hou much for a case for this phone?" she asked the hat wearing girl, pulling out her phone and showing it to her. She had been needing a new case for a while now, and this seemed like the most perfect of times. Then it started to buzz.
"Actually, give me a minute..." she said, bowing and moving away a bit before answering. "Sunless, what now?"
"Gekota, ay? Didn't know you were into that kinda stuff Hydro." Sunless called out in his rather condescending tone. He could be a bit of an asshole, sometimes.
"What? Ex-Exuse me? N-no, I'm not... uh..." Rebecca yelled, slowly turning red at the fact the Sunless could see.
"Well, that doesn't really matter. Could ya pick up something for Director? It's almost her birthday and you know how much she likes that damned frog... Anyway, thanks. Bye!" and that was that. Sunless hung up leaving Rebecca more than a little embarrassed.
"What... Wha... You fucking... Idiot..." she cursed, recovering from her previous conversion and attempting to cool herself down by clearing her thoughts. As she stepped back towards the Hat wearing one, her cheeks had not died down from their tone at all - which only proved to strengthen their colour in the long run.
"An-Anyway... I'll take a case and anything that'd do well for a 10 year old girl." she said to Hat-chan with a small smile and burning red cheeks that had only slightly begun to dull.

[User]
Shinjiro Karasawa

*fffpop*

"You two!"

"Oi, ease off on Hat-chan, would ya?" he began a touch grumpily, reaching a hand out towards Saya, fingers primed and ready to deliver a flick upon the forehead like one would give to a disobedient younger sibling, perhaps even a puppy. "She can't make 'er sales with ya--"

He felt a hand upon his shoulder. Who the fu--

"You're perfect, I need you!"

*ffffPOP*

everything went trippy for a second and he thought he was falling

"--hanging on her...like... that?" he concluded awkwardly, head preoccupied by swiveling around to focus on the new surroundings. "The fuck?!"

Eyes returning front, he found himself presented with a comically extravagant cake, atop a nondescript counter, in a small, equally nodescript kitchen, and to top it all off? One intensely, teeth-grittingly proud looking esper, covered in the same flour and sugar he'd just brushed off the blazer of his uniform. The only culprit aside from the very slim chance of Cross to his right, who, judging from her similar reaction, was just as surprised as him.

Hothead or not, one didn't stick around in Academy city without knowing how to put two and two together.

"I dunno, can you try catching these hands for me, buddy?" he growled in defiance, letting his blood climb towards the 150s. "The hell do you think you're doing just teleporting people around as you please, ya mook?"

[Assistant]
Saya

The blonde kept her cool and continued on selling stuff like nothing happened. Out of nowhere the hotblooder esperer bumped into their conversation and looked quite the angry type. Saya dumfounded turned her head at his stern voice and looked at him with her mouth a gape for a moment "What the h-..." A non harming tick was launched against her forehead in which Saya shocked back and released a soft yelp. Saya let go of the blonde and stood up with both her hands layed upon her forehead with her bangs sticking out over them. Saya opened her mouth to strike back but when she wanted to give him something in return he was already gone. Saya turned quiet and looked around her "Huh... Coward!" She yelled out and rubbed her forehead a few more times. She muttered a little more about the person while facing the blonde again "What the heck was that about, stupid hotblooded fire cracker." The blonde seller kindly greeted Saya back as Saya tried to ingore what happened just now. Saya gave a salute with her hand and loudly spoke back in a cheerful voice "Hai!, Hirasawa Saya has come to collect the daily cuteness!"

She had a proud smile on her face as she continued standing in a saluting pose. The blonde spoke once more about the reasons to her actions. Saya raised a finger to her chin in ponder and gave a small frown "Oh? Like as in a partimer job? Or perhaps having grown past a heavy obsession?" Saya glance around the girl her stand and couldn't even count thr boxes full of Gekota merchandise "A very heavy obsession. But anyhow, way to go having such a jobg after school! She gave her a tumbs up and glanced over the stuff. Her eyes fell onto a plushie, a phone strap and a few decorative stickers, Saya pondered for a small amount of time to see if she wanted anything more "Are you saving up money for something nice? I myself have been saving up for a bicycle so that I can get by easily! She gave a grin and pointed her finger at one of the items she wanted, her finger slowly trailed to point at the other items " Can I have these three my love." Another big grin was displayed on her face as she burried into her bag for her wallet.

[User]
Rebekah Cross

All things considered, Rebekah reacted to her sudden change of locale with sense and composure. She jolted at the sudden contact with her shoulder, started to turn to fix the culprit with an icy stare, and came face to face with a cake. Admittedly a delicious looking cake, but there was one very important trait of said cake; it had not been there a moment ago. Another second's thought proved that she was wrong; the cake had been there. She hadn't been.

The kitchen was a new setting, and given the immediacy of the change, it had not been through natural means. Without any sound of an incantation, her kidnapper being a mage was unlikely. So Esper. Which, unfortunately, meant replicating the feat wasn't within the scope of her abilities. What her abductor said, as well as what Karasawa said, registered. But only dimly. Background input.

In contrast to Karasawa's hotblooded anger, the way she pulled her cards from their pocket was cool and measured. She cut the deck a single time, resting her first two fingers against the back of the top card, and pivoted to face the teleporter.

"I'm afraid," The Brit began in a tone like ice. "That I will need to ask you to return us to our previous location. Now."

[Assistant]
Tsumiki was impressively unintimidated by either the fever pitch heat or the thinly veiled threats. Of course, he dealt with both on a regular basis, screwing with people as he did, though rarely was the heat actually real.

"You two are no fun. I should have known the school would gather everybody without a sense of humor." His smile never left, but the look in his eyes shifted to something like contempt. "Well, whatever. If you had just played along, I would have sent you back a little bit happier. But you should know," His voice dropped the cheerful tone suddenly, "There are very few Level Fives that put up with being threatened for any reason." As quickly as it had gone, his smile came back. "Just consider yourselves lucky. I really am a nice guy."

Suddenly they were facing a small shabby "shop" once again, almost as if nothing had actually happened. Besides the fact that each now had a small slip of paper in their pockets, each with just one sentence written on it.

"I'll remember that."

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"I wonder where Sachiko is right now..."


[System]
S e l c i D a z z l e c r a f t
Age
Twenty-Something

Appearance
Selci gives the appearance of a stereotypical gnome… for people who have never seen a gnome. She has lavender hair, a knack for whimsy and bright colors, and a cheerful disposition. Her eyes are somewhat reminiscent of a grayed blue and her skin is devoid of calluses or bruises. She is on the taller end of gnomes, especially female gnomes, but still quite diminutive; though she has on occasion been called a "stupid Halfling" which has hurt her Gnome feelings quite a decent amount. In terms of attire she prefers decadent albeit unrestrictive robes and dresses. Her hands are obscured by long cloth wrappings, and her hair is bonded back in a simple ponytail by a flamboyant binding. She is without a doubt the most eye-catching of the "Gnome Gang".

Personality
TBD

Goal(s)
Adventure is the name of the game for Selci, and nobody in the entire material plane is surprised. She's a bardling by heart with a deep knowledge of magic, song, and mischief. She's performed at taverns, fairs, and courts for her entire life so it's been about long enough to change gears and have a far more interesting life.

Hex Color
#DB7093

[User]
Vhik-Clik punched the air, "Yeah! Adventure!" and her red eyes lit up with excitement. Finally, a chance to stretch her legs, test out her new bombs, and meet new people. Hopefully they'd all stumble upon some great inventor, or some incredible wizard who could turn her into a gnome. There was just one little nagging detail;

"Wait, we're fighting goblins?" she asked, showing an inkling of reluctance

No sooner had the words left her mouth did the horror of her situation dawn on her. Oh shoots! They'll notice me being sympathetic and think I'm a goblin! Quickly! Act cool!

"Ummm, not like that's a problem or anything. Yeah! Team Goblin slayers! I'm ready!" she said quickly, her heart racing with the lie.

Alright, now act casual. With that she went back to drinking her ale through a straw, confident that no-one was any the wiser and desperately trying not to react to her ever-eager companion's relish

[Assistant]
Old Keebs raised a thick eyebrow at Jip and his buffoonery, and the mug of ale that was comparatively enormous compared to the rest of his body connected to his lips out of a habit of drinking whenever things got kooky. I mean, he would´ve probably turned himself into a drunken mess either way, but his companions were speeding up the process. Maybe.

"Oi, a real gnome´s gotta learn to fight with his fists just as well as when he´s got a sword!" Keebler proclaimed, with his fat head wobbling steadily in a circle. The small man attempted to climb onto the table but remembered his height and simply elected to fling his overweight body onto its surface, plopping onto the wood with a thud that made him seem like a sack of potatoes. A sack of disheveled, alcoholic potatoes. He stood up and spread his arms gloriously.

"Watch this! Hyaah!!"

Keebler threw himself down towards the ground in a body slam. Or more accurately, he attempted to but lost his balance and was slapped down by the forces of gravity and whatever gods were watching him from the skies, pointing and laughing. After a long pause of not moving or speaking, the other gnomes had realized that he had knocked himself unconscious.

[User]
S e l c i D a z z l e c r a f t

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The Hearty Wench
Tavern Table

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"I'm as ready as a half-starved dwarf in an empty tavern!"

The excitement in Selci's voice was unrelenting, almost like she was that exact dwarf in that exact tavern. She wasn't drooling at the mouth, but there was a visible shine in her wide, almost innocent smile. Goblins, Trolls, Orcs, Barbarians, a Lich King -- she was ready for whatever was ahead. Adventure was right around the corner, after all. She cheered with Jip and Vhik (despite Vhik's initial confusion at the quest) and snorted in amusement as Keeb had thrown himself to the floor. Though once she realized that Keeb wasn't getting back up her smile dropped momentarily.

"Keeb? You okay?" She blinked. "Oh no. I think he's fallen asleep." A slight pause. "Wait. I have an idea."

For a second she contemplated what to do to wake him up, before the simplest solution came to mind as she grabbed one of the ale-filled mug's on the table and subsequently dumped it on the old man's head. If the cold slosh of alcohol didn't work, well, she probably had a spell that would work. Probably.

[Assistant]
V h i k - C l i k N o t - a - G o b l i n

Focusing on blending in as she was, Vhik-Click was caught relatively unawares by the old gnome's performance. She was practically engulfed by a small tidal wave as he sent almost all the drinks flying. The Not-a-Goblin came back up spluttering, red-faced and smelling awfully of ale; "Shoots!" she cried, looking for the silly Keebler, "I've a mind to knock you on the head-" her cursing was caught short when she noticed he'd done quite a good enough job of that himself.

There was a tangible moment when all gazed at the prone form of Mr. Hearth, expecting it to be a joke or something, but he remained quite still. "Is he dead?" Vee-See ventured, looking around for a stick to poke him with.

Thankfully Selci Dazzlecraft had the idea to throw an ale in his face, See how he likes it! Vee-See thought with vindication. Although she couldn't help but wonder why Selci hadn't just cast a spell, the Dazzlecraft name being famous amongst gnomes and synonymous with impressive arcane feats. Vee-See mentally shrugged, she'd never know how bardlings worked

[User]
There truly was no better solution to waking Keebler up than dousing him in alcohol. It was like a reminder aimed at his subconscious that it existed and was currently the only thing keeping him alive. He awoke in a mess of sputtering and grumbling, greedily licking his lips to take as much of it in as possible before his mind could even start forming coherent sentences again. It was a shame AA meetings didn´t exist in this world, as Keebler´s liver had reached the point where it could probably kill a dragon if one decided to eat him.

"Hngh... I´m alive... this ain´t hell?" mumbled Keebler. He wiped his face with his hands, realized what he was doing, and then proceeded to lick them. "That sure knocked me out for a wink, this body ain´t what it used to be."

He stood up and wobbled back towards his original seat. With luck, the other gnomes would simply not realize that he had failed in his attempt to show off. In his mind, this was a valid and intelligent strategy, and he even let out a self-congratulatory smirk. It ain´t easy bein´ the brains of this operation, he thought.

[Assistant]
P i d g e S p r i n g c o i l

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The Hearty Wench
Tavern Table

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Pidge couldn't help but to laugh at the ruckus they had caused. Everyone was excited for their adventure; some more than others. Drinks had been sent flying, Keebler knocked himself unconcious during one of his dumb stunts–it was a grand time to be a gnome.

"Oi!" A voice shouted from behind the tavern counter. They had partied too hard; hard enough for the tavernkeep to get on their case. "What in the seven hells do you think you're doing? You're ruining a good drink and making a mess of me tavern!" He continued, roiling with anger at the ruckus. Mugs were spilled all over the ground, leaving sticky residue of beer and whatever alcohol the gnomes had ordered. It would certainly be a pain to clean up.

Looking to her companions, Pidge gave a nod and hopped down from her chair. "Last one out has to clean it up!" She proclaimed, running to the door as fast as her stubby and short legs could carry her.

[User]
V h i k - C l i k N o t - a - G o b l i n

The Not-Goblin leapt up with haste, sparing not a single thought to the welfare of the barkeep or whoever might need to stay behind. It was fairly easy to keep pace with Pidge, given to Vee-See's scrawnier and ganglier legs, no scrubbing the floor for me!

Vhik-Clik ran straight into the street and was hit by a sudden chilly blast, made worse by her sodden clothes. Thank Molrok, the Goblin god of luck, she had chosen to wear a jumper today and not just her shirt. She put some consideration into lighting a bomb to warm herself up, but the last time she'd done that they'd gotten a guard afterwards to follow her around for 3 weeks until he got lost.

Instead she turned to her companion, "The name's Vhik-Clik Not-a-Goblin, and you must be Pidge, right?" Vee-See made as if to hug a greeting to the slightly shorter Gnome, hoping to steal a bit of body heat in the process

[Assistant]
J i p O b b l e l f o m s

Jip quickly drained the rest of his drink, slammed the empty mug down on the table and hurried after the others, excited to get down to the business of slaying goblins.

"Alright ladies," Jip said to Pidge and Vee-See. "These gobs gotta have a lair somewheres, right? Anyone got tracking skills? I say we hit 'em in the middle of the day when they're mostly sleeping."

He brushed his hands together, as if the job was already done.

[User]
S e l c i D a z z l e c r a f t

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The Hearty Wench
Tavern Table

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As Keebler still seemed dazed (and rather confused) Selci smiled widely and gave a cheerful reply in reference to Pidge's proclamation that whoever was last would have to clean up the mess. "Good luck with the mess!"

The bard was quick to follow Jip and Pidge out of the tavern's doors. One part of it being excitement to get to adventuring and the other part being that she honestly didn't want to clean up anything. Fun was her forte and cleaning up after her or anyone else was the opposite of fun. Her name was Selci Dazzlecraft, not Selci Janitorcraft, after all. Leaving Keebler to clean up felt like a kind of pyrrhic victory anyway considering the old dotting gnome had been boasting since she had met him and Selci found it amusing whenever his boasting turned into old man whining.

As she exited the building, Jip appeared to be speaking to the other two members of the group. About the Goblin's lair.

"I didn't know goblin-types slept during the day. But nobody taught me stories about goblins, because, well, there are no stories about goblins worth telling, I guess."

[Assistant]
Keebler´s underdeveloped and decaying brain registered the tavernkeep´s hostility and jolted his pathetic excuse of a body awake with the power of misplaced anger. Why was the man so keen on shouting up a storm when Keebler, in a move of efficiency and intelligence, had licked up most of the spilled ale? In the time it took him to formulate this rationalization for his never-ending rage, however, the rest of the gnomes had left him in the dust to deal with the mess. His thick eyebrows crumpled into an angry mess.

"Why I oughtta!..." he wasn´t sure what he would do exactly, but it sure felt good to scream. He ran off as well, despite the keep´s raging in the background. In times like this, it was like his body had a separate energy reserve for escaping from the consequences of his poor decisions, and the man was out of the tavern in a wink, like a blurry blob of fat and hatred.

He noticed the others were far ahead of him, and to make matters worse, more physically inclined. Or to be more accurate, they were just less physically disadvantaged than he was. His fury turned to desperation as he realized he´d need their help.

"Oi!"

"Wait up!!!"

[User]
P i d g e S p r i n g c o i l

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The Hearty Wench
Tavern Table

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Pidge had been caught off guard, mostly due to the chilly blast of air and the sudden hug from Vhik-Clik. "A-Ah, yes, that's me. Pidge Springcoil, at your service!" Her hand went upwards, giving off an awkward salute to the goblin gnome.

When Jip spoke up, however, Pidge realized that they hadn't thought up a battle plan. The gnome proposed that they should strike them while the goblins were sleeping, though Selci brought doubt to that statement. Reaching into her pockets, Pidge pulled forth the bounty letter, and read off the more important sections of the bounty to the group.

"Well, the bounty says that a group of nearby farmers are having trouble with the goblins. Maybe we should talk to them first? See if they have an idea where the goblins are coming from. Sound good?"

[Assistant]
S e l c i D a z z l e c r a f t

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The Hearty Wench
Outside

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The mission seemed as plain as day. A few goblins had been disturbing some farmers and a group of adventurers needed to solve it. To locate the goblin's den they would've needed to whatever village that called for help in the first place, so it wasn't like they couldn't go with the direct approach first. Selci just hoped they wouldn't run into trouble on the way to the farm. The roads that spanned rural communities often was a spot for highwaymen to pretty on unsuspecting merchants and adventurers, and that wasn't considering the thought of goblin ambushes or other such things. There could've been trouble before they even reached the village.

Though, unlike others she wasn't itching for a fight, so she hoped it would be smooth sailing to the farming community.

"How far away is this village of farmers?"


[System]
"Can't we all just get along?"

Username: SunsetOverdrive
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Main: Braum
Appearance: John is 6'4
True Appearance: In his true form, John loses his ability to wear a shirt, making him topless for as long as he remains in this form. His muscles also get larger (but not comically so). The fur of his pet Danny becomes white as snow as well
The Unbreakable Heart (Passive): In his true form, John gains extra durability. Becoming twice as tough as a normal human. He also becomes strong enough to heft his massive shield with little effort.

Warm Hug: John sends Danny to an ally, who wraps himself around their neck like a scarf. While under the effect of Warm Hug, the ally gains a durability bonus from The Unbreakable Heart at a 50% penalty. John can not benefit from Warm Hug.

The Unbreakable Shield: John can summon his shield at will. This shield is a massive tower shield that completely conceals his body from view.

By Your Side: John takes a mighty leap (that seems to ignore gravity) to an ally, covering the distance in a fraction of the time it would normally take. If the ally is under the effect of Warm Hug, then John can use this from twice as far away.

Line In The Snow: John plants his shield in place, which causes allows him to create a construct double of it who's length is three times the height of his shield.
Personality: John is a very soft spoken man, he always has a gentle look to him despite his physical build. He has a love of small animals, and even has a pet ferret named Danny, whom he cares for greatly. He is a gentle giant martial pacifist, only resorting to violence if left with no other viable option. Otherwise, he tries to solve problems by talking things out. Even when angry, he manages to maintain a degree of dignity, as his anger is more 'righteous indignation' then rage. He is a very outgoing guy who wears his heart on his sleeves (when he's wearing a shirt that is), and he loves to meet no people. Due to being the eldest in his family, he is a naturally protective person

Short Biography: John had a relatively normal life growing up. Not a lot of really noteworthy things happened in his childhood, at least until he was eight. That was the year that John became an older brother to a baby girl, and it changed him fundamentally. While John was always a nice guy, having a younger sister brought out his nurturing side, something that was pushed even further when the next new addition to the family came along; the twins. Now with three younger sisters, and parents who were suddenly very busy with work, John found himself thrust into the role of caretaker for his little sisters.

This had a huge effect on his growth as a person; as having to take care of himself and his sister made him domesticated. He cooked, cleaned, took care of them when they were sick, and any other house work that needed to be done. To his surprise, John found that he didn't mind how the needs of his sisters had taken up so much of his time. As they grew older, John found himself needed less and less. To fill up the new free time he had, he turned to working out, getting a pet ferret, and video games. One day, he came across a game called League of Legends, and was instantly drawn to Braum, as he felt the man was a kindred spirit (real or not). So he found himself babysitting his ADC in bot lane most every game, with his lucky ferret Danny napping in his lap.
Other: The heart is the strongest muscle

[User]
Leon Kohlberg
@Leolycan@Kiroue

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His eyes figuratively rolled off of a cliff, softly snorting in disdain whilst retrieving the used towels from the mess. "Of course, of course. I don't know about you, but picking a fist fight so that you'll be late is not really the best choice as of the moment, Alex." Leon fixed his apron, and folded the towels neatly in a pile. Leon could only pray to whatever deity deigned to listen that this woman did not misunderstand him (which, probably, she did). Scratch that, she was totally out of his 'nice people' list. If she took it the wrong way, then, it's her problem; and, if she did think of herself as hot (in the physical sense), then, she might need to see an ophthalmologist... or an eye surgeon-- whichever works best. Leon not only felt hot in his head, but also his skin. It seemed as if someone turned on the heater... or someone was the heater. His eyes glided subtly to the woman, eyeing her carefully. Then, and there, he knew that this was not the coffee anymore. Perhaps Global Warming had decided to invade this little café as evidenced when he felt rather extra chilly upon meeting the blue-eyed maiden, and, now, torrid just by being beside this eyeliner-stricken vixen. "Oh, and it's Leo the Lion, madame. Not Hercules." he jested gently before noticing how she was messily cleaning up the table.

Knowing that if she kept it up, her laptop would be the one to suffer the repercussions of a caffeine-injected beverage, Leon hoisted the laptop, and aided in cleaning the table anyway. The sooner she was out of here, the sooner his life will return to normal (if having ghouls back at his apartment was considered normal, that is). After the entire table was spick n' span, Leon straightened his posture, set down the gadget, and reacquired the used towelsfolding them neatly once more. "As per Wi-Hi café policies, valued customers who spill their initial drinks within the establishment will be given a complimentary blueberry, whole wheat muffin." the barista stepped back, tilting the purple-colored visor in a not-so sincere salute. "Thank you and you're welcome." He smiled, putting a much needed emphasis on gratitude since this irate consumer (who brought upon her own destruction; not to mention that she was obnoxiously loud a few minutes ago, and that it was because of her idiocy that caused angry red welts to spawn all over Leon's arm) who was not really taught the proper way to express 'thanks'. "Please, do wait for a while whilst the muffin is being served." You just wanted a free muffin, didn't you, eyeliner witch? Leon thought grimly to himself.

Thus, the barista spun around, and headed to the storage room, dumping the coffee-stained towels into the washer before bounding off towards the counter where he once again met his colleague, Alex. They were not really on the best of terms, but both of them came from unstable backgrounds. Hence, Leon somewhat sympathizes with him. "If you keep scowling like that, you'll chase the customers away." Leon remarked coolly as he placed the muffin into the heater, setting it to 'warm'. "Oh, and in case you were wondering, I'm not interested in her, so you don't have to worry about me being a rival or something. It's quite obvious, from the way you looked at her, that you fancy her face or something. Go, and get her tiger." the lad chuckled, handing the blueberry muffin on a plate to Alex.  "Go, serve that thing to her. I can't stand her for some reason. It feels like a broiler near that woman."

In the meantime, Leon prepared for his next, daunting task: cleaning the glass doors. Equipping his trusty utility belt at his waist, Leon headed for the café doors, and stepped outside. He held the spray bottle in his right hand, and the squeegee in the other. At least, he was away from that witch whilst he could still steal glances at that blue-eyed maiden under the guise of cleaning the doors. Leon sprayed a bit of the mixture upon the surface before vertically wiping it with the squeegee. However, the reflection of the glass revealed two guys with one of them having a cigarette between his lips. Oh, how Leon hated cigarettes-- the bane of humanity. It appeared that they were headed for the café, though, as evidenced when they actually were a few steps away from the door. "Oh, I'm sorry, sirs," Leon spun around as he addressed the two potential guests. "Smoking's not allowed inside. Although, I can propose that you extinguish that smoke first, then, it's fine." he pointed to the trashcan beside the door with an ashtray on top of it. Or, you stick that cigarette up your ass and spare others the burden of lung cancer, you dimwits.

[Assistant]
Sam Cross

Sam stubbornly kept working on the mess, still going over in her head how she was appalled at the unprofessionalism that the man had displayed in hitting on her. I mean, she got it a lot, but that didn't make it any less annoying. Perhaps in a way the whole musky and brainless words 'you're hot' were a pet peeve of hers. Now, her second pet peeve was being called a 'goth girl'. She hated the expression because that was how people referred to her so often. She was punk, scene, or grunge, yes, but a goth girl? The label really triggered her to no end. Did she look like she was 17, had shitty makeup, no self-esteem, a horrid taste in rock music, and had a never ending hate for the world? Perhaps that could have described her during her rebellious teens, but she had evolved from that to something more sophisticated as she grew up. She had perfected her makeup, though dark, to a look of something like a makeup artist would do (she had practiced very vigorously and she liked to think of makeup as a secret hobby of hers). Having been bullied and gone through a lot of shit in her teens, she had come out of it with not necessarily a great deal of confidence (but still much more than before, being able to stand up for herself), but with instead an air of not being one for BS. Her music repertoire had expanded and refined, and she simply held an annoyance for annoying people, not the whole world.

So! Though the dude had stood up for her in a way by trying to get the ogler away from her, the fact that he used the term 'goth girl' just turned her off completely from his act. She looked up from her cleaning to see him with a very unhappy look on his face. He was probably just doing the deed purely out of the fact he was pissed anyway. Annoyance sprung to Sam's gaze again as she looked at the man.

Fortunately, for some reason the Hercules guy felt that he had some balls enough to propose fist fighting the newer man. She was kinda dumbfounded by the fact that they would start a fight just over some coffee, but when he said it, the other man moved back to the counter. Honestly, she didn't really like either of them, but at least having one gone made her in a bit of a better humor.

She thought that she was just going to finish up the job herself. However, the man decided, despite having been given venom by her earlier, that he still wanted to help and lifted her laptop (which she had been having trouble getting around). She gave him a light look of grudgingness, like a wary feral dog to a human trying to pet him, and went along with the cleaning. The act seemed more genuine with him acting out of kindness despite how she had acted toward him. At the very least she wasn't bothered by this move and was actually, to some degree of stubborn admiration for it.

'Oh, and it's Leo the Lion, madame.' He had corrected with a comical amount of pride. The name hit her ears and she paused in wiping around with her rag, and blinked at the silliness of a name that he seemed so dignified about. Sam just couldn't get over the ridiculousness of the name. In her pausing she let a tiny smile slip across her face, never looking up from the table, before going about cleaning again, shaking her head a little. "Oookay, Leo the Lion." She held back a bit of a snicker. (See! She wasn't all bad!)

Soon enough, the coffee was cleaned leaving a steaming towel in her hands (though again she felt not one bit of burning). She handed it carefully over to Leo the Lion who then folded it neatly. Right when she thought the silly boy was going to leave, he stood at attention to her and began to recite their Muffin Policy. The emphasized gratitude she knew wasn't of the kindest nature, but the notion of getting a free muffin actually made her eyebrows come up with a bit of surprise. She hadn't known anything about this free muffin clause, and there was nothing she liked more than free stuff. Sam gave a pleasantly surprised and kind of "hmm, not bad" expression. "Hmm, no lie, that's actually pretty awesome." She didn't give quite a smile, but she definitely looked pleased about the unexpected compensation. He went away, but not before asking her to wait until he got back. No worries! She wasn't just going to walk away when she was being given a muffin. However, she was somewhat confused when Leo entered in again with no muffin and was more concerned went over to do other things. Maybe someone else was getting her the muffin?

@Cubix

[User] "Ahhhh...much better" John sighed in relief as he downed the last of the black beverage. 'Although that was quite a bizarre waking dream of mine; summoning Braum's shield like that. Although I-' his train of thought was interrupted by the sudden appearance of that very shield. It had come without so much as a sound, or any kind of light. Once second it wasn't there, and the next it was. Before John could break out into a panic, it vanished, just as suddenly as it appeared '...it wasn't a dream. I really summoned Braum's shield. Wait, did anyone notice?' He hadn't heard anyone gasp or scream, so that was a good sign. Since he didn't want to look too suspicious, he didn't look around at everyone in the cafe 'I...might be in the clear.'