[System]
Age: He lost count years ago but apparently, immortal.

Appearance:

While out of water, Artemis develops the swelled, sad look that we all know and love (the picture above describes it quite well). A flabby, useless body is rather shit in combat and in the dating game, as are the small, beady eyes and large nose. In water, his gelatinous body compresses and his body becomes much more fish-like. Deep-sea water is his element and he can handle extreme pressure well because of this (but not psychological pressure because that shits stressful, yo).

When speaking, his voice can sound rather lisp-y, due to his fat lips but he has a rather refined accent (not all that different from Walter Melon from Aqua Teen Hunger Force, since they have the same voice actor, the talented Chris Kadden).

Species: Blobfish

Personality:
If the dictionary was a pop-up picture book, the definition of "pessimism" would have Artemis' ugly face on the slapped onto it. After hundreds (it could be thousands by now...) of years, Artemis has long given up looking on the bright side of life and has developed a sarcastic and 'the glass is half-empty' tone with those he hangs around with or calls a "friend". He is by no-means selfish or mean but he has little time for shit and small talk. You'd think a guy who's lived as long as this would be a bit more open and understanding...

Likes:
-Being a blobfish under water.
-Mangos
-Lady blobfish.

Dislikes:
-Being a blobfish on land.
-The idiots he's stuck with.
-Being alive for thousands of years.

Neutral Opinion:
-Being a blobfish.

History:
Artemis came from the deep-sea Pacific, off the coast of a mysterious island called "Straylia". He doesn't remember much from those early years as a simple blobfish, prowling the bottom of a deep-sea trench for scraps, as he didn't gain sentience until he was much older. Upon realising his own existence, Artemis was overcome with sadness as he realised he hadn't gotten laid yet. In his desperation, he began trying for mates all over the deep-sea trench but to no avail. He was simply too sentient and too clever for the female blobfish. So, he left the trench for warmer waters.

He traveled for years, still not dying or getting laid or finding a purpose. In his 57th year, he was unluckily caught in a fishing line and pulled to the surface by a sea-faring wizard. The wizard recognised his sentience almost immediately and revealed to Artemis that he was most likely immortal, judging by the deteriorated state of his genitals and his body wrinkles. Distraught, he threw himself into the ocean only to remember he's immortal and from the ocean.

He kept going from ocean to ocean as the years went passed, slowly losing count of his own age and place in life. After years of moping about the ocean floor, Artemis flopped onto the surface of the beach a different blob fish. His entire body swelled up and he became even uglier. The immortal blob fish has dragged itself across land for years and has seen the world slowly become stranger and stranger. What he is searching for, he doesn't know. A purpose would be nice but so would some blobfish poontang.

[User]
"Well, at least we're all alright."

Everyone else seemed to be awake, everyone except for Heena anyways. They hadn't really appeared to experience any lasting damage either, except for Peter's dented helmet.

"Maybe, I'll be able to gnaw through the bars."

Luka plodded over to the iron bars of the cell. They looked to be too thin to squeeze through, even for Artemis. Luka turned his head sideways, and started nibbling on one of the bars.

"Bleh! It's rusty!"

Clearly the bars were quite old, and Luka was treated to a mouthful of good old iron oxide. Regardless, he continued nibbling away at the bars, for lack of a better thing to do. But suddenly, he heard a sniffing sound from the cell ahead of them, and then a sudden loud cough of some sort. The cough resonated up and down the cell block, scaring Luka slightly, but he didn't know how the others were.

Peering into the darkness, he saw a huge looming figure...

Peering even closer, he saw that it too appeared to be nibbling on the bars.

"Oh hey!" Luka called through the gloom, "Do you like nibbling too?"

[Assistant]
In a sudden motion his seat, at the time Peter chest, stood up causing the not so amused harpy to fall off him in surprise and land face first into the moist floor. He moved up from the floor just a bit seeing Peter pacing around complaining . He hummed in a not pleased fashion. Standing up and ruffling his poor feathers to get some of the dust off. He watched Peter for some more moments. It wouldnt be nice to trip him, humhum concluded. Hearing Luka talk to someone, he shifted his attention over.
Walking pass, Peter towards Luka, Humhum did do something he saw humans do all the time. Slapping him over that metal hat thing he tended to wear.
''Luka to who are you talking mmm?'' He asked, looking over and noticing the creature. ''Hello mmm... Are you mmm long here? '' He waved at the creature in question grabbing one of the rusty bars with his claw. Starting to pull at it. Letting pretty much his silent anger at the bar out. It did him good as he started to flap his wings, tugging at it with lot of force. The claw clenching even more thigh around it as if he wasnt able to deiced if he wanted to pull the bar out or clench it dust. It did worked calming at humhum after a bit. Taking a short break from that activity. ''Do you want mmm out too, like us mhm? Maybe we can help each mmm other?'' He tilted his head at the neighbour prisoner creature before listening carefully as he went to his activity of tugging vigorously at the rusty bar.

[User]
Setheran the monster, watched them, all thoughts of trying to chew his way out lost. He could escape right that moment; he knew he might have a good chance at escaping. The problem was that he didn't have a guaranteed chance to escape, because a hundred guards would overpower him, with the organization and cleverness of their commander.

But getting a random group of misfits to help him would make it very much more likely to escape. So, he withdrew his snout from between the bars, and coughed several more times, as he made his way to the edge of the door. He appeared to be looking for something in particular, as he dragged his snout along the edges of his door, nudging each spot where the bolts holding the door to the hallway were at.

And in a minute, he had pushed out all the pins in the stupidly-designed door clearly meant for dumb creatures, and the great door came crashing down into the hallway with a loud bang!

And then Seth the creature stepped out of his cage, looked back and forth, and then spit on the tops of the neighboring cell's bars, where the metal met metal at the very top, against the ceiling. A moment later, the tops of the bars were melted through, and Seth took a bar in his teeth, and veeerrryyyy slowly began bending it out, into the hall, starting to make a hole.

[Assistant]
"What the hell is that?" gulped Artemis, rolling onto his front. He watched through the bars of his cell fearfully as the big creature lumbered towards them. "Woahhh, hold up a minute, big boy. I'm not very tasty, you see, I'm a fish who has been out of water for a while now..." He watched in horror as the monster spat on the top of the bars and burnt the bars. "Jesus Christ...." gasped Artemis, slowly flopping backwards in fear. The creature took a bar in its great jaws and slowly began bending the bar in a downwards direction. "Now come on, now, we don't need to do that" soothed the blobfish, a crack in his voice revealing his fear. This creature was obviously trying to break in and eat them. There was no other explanation for it.

Images of Artemis's body oozing blood and guts in the creatures mouth flashed through his mind. He might be immortal but goddammit, that would hurt! "Seriously, boy, you don't have to do that" whispered Artemis, finding himself in the very back corner of the cell. He whimpered in fear before noticing his companions looked unfazed by the creature at their door. "Yeah, don't worry guys, there's just a huge freaking monster breaking into our cell, I'm probably just overreacting here!" he barked sarcastically. "Sorry that I don't want to be digested over the course of next week and slowly push myself out of a monsters rect-OH JESUS".

The creature had broken down the bars and Artemis was pretty sure he'd shit a small stone.

[User]
Once the upper parts of the bars were melted the one bar Humhum was tugging much easier gave in to him, bending into the cell. He hummed much more pleased. The friendly creature was bending them outsider and Humhum decide to let him do that.
There were others things to get done. Someone would have to carry their still passed out friend alpaca and the too slow for escaping fish.

Walking over to the blob fish who for some reason was going father and father into the corner. Shrugging it off as something Artemis tended to do a lot beside the complain like talk he often had. Smiling at him and humming he tried to complement him. ''Dont be silly I am sure you taste great. mhm mhm mhm~ '' Humhum reached his leg out his claw grabbing around his fish friend. ''Some one mhhhh has to carry Hee~na too mhm~'' He pointed helpfully deciding to not slow himself by carrying her, she was heavier than a fish.

Humhum holding Artemis in his claw flattered easily out the now several outside bend bars. He balanced easily one one leg the fish in his claws pretty much in eye level with the helpfully creature. ''Thank you mmmhm~ We should go left I can feel mmmmmuch~ fresher air that way. mmm''  He patiently waited for all the others to get out before setting on. He will have to groom himself for hours the moment they were outside.

[Assistant]
"Thank you mister!"

Luka trotted over to the unconscious Heena. He nudged her a little, but he got no response. They should probably leave, but Luka wouldn't be able to lift the unconscious Alpaca. Perhaps their new monstrous friend could help them instead. He trotted over towards the creature, with the intention of perhaps making a new friend.

"Can you tell us your name, mister?"

[User]
Setheran eyed the creatures intelligently, taking in the smaller forms of what may be, perhaps, his new companions. While the creature's mind slowly ate away at his own intelligence, his morals and thoughts, he couldn't just leave them here.

So instead, he hopped through the small gap, having to twist his head to the side to fit, since his horns jutted out farther on each side than anything else, and bared his teeth at them all. Except, he wasn't growling- rather, his teeth had folded into his mouth, leaving little slits in his gums and worthy of a name like "toothless." Then he approached the passed out long-necked sheep thing, and gently took it in his mouth. Being larger than all the other creatures inside the cell, it didn't take much to lift it, thought he feared his saliva might dirty its wool, he didn't think it'd be that bad.

So he turned and hopped out, ignoring any attempts to speak to it. He didn't try to speak- he already knew he couldn't. Instead, he did what he did know how to do- stared at the sand shark's eyes and used a limited form of telepathy to send a series of images, mainly of letters- S-E-T-H-E-R-A-N. His name. Next, he caught the fidgety harpy in his gaze and sent a series of images of them riding on his back. The harpy he could handle, even with the panicked slab of talking flesh, but he didn't think he could handle a... metal suit thing.

[Assistant]
The images were a surprise to Humhum, it took him a few moments to guess that the creature staring at him was the cause. First time receiving a telepathic message is distracting and unusually. It was lucky there was a series of images making him hum as his response. Shifting his balance on one leg he was standing on, he spoke.

''I prefer to fly mmmhmm, I am quite fast.mmm I could mmm hmmm keep up.''

There was a little bit of pride involved. He was far from the fastest in his colony but he was still fast. He wanted to prove it and show that he could keep up with anyone running. Even a interesting beast like his new friend. On the other hand Humhum was quite nice. Offering a compromise.

'' But if you insist mmm I may instead of riding mm just sit on your back. mhm mhm~ Either way mmm we should go...mmm Peter hurry up mhm. ''

He turned around to check if someone was coming, not seeing anyone he let go of the blob fish. catching Artemis before he hit the ground with the same claw, but now making him face the opposite side than Humhum. The harpy simply thought if there happen to be something behind him Artemis will see it and be really loud about it.

[User]
Artemis blinked in confusion as he was dropped and caught again. "Oh, okay, bird-man, just throw me around like I'm a football" he muttered to himself. "Sure, lets use the immortal virgin blobfish as a ball to throw at each other, that sounds great". The blobfish had calmed slightly as he saw the monster was not a monster at all - it understood Luka and had scratched its name into the floor with its horn. Well, perhaps it was still a monster but at least it was a sentient monster. As he shifted slightly in Humhum's claws, he glanced around him. The corridor was long and dark, with paved flooring with hay strewn everywhere.

"God, I'd love to roll in the hay sometime" he said out loud. "No, Humhum! I only mean that metaphorically! It was a joke, a joke! Don't throw me into the hay!" Artemis calmed himself somewhat and looked around at his companions. Peter, the metal man and Heena, the alpaca-llama thing, still stood in the cell, motionless. "Well, Jesus Christ, guys, don't let us hold you back" he said sarcastically. "Are we supposed to carry you on this adventure or something? We're trying to discover ourselves, not how freakin' heavy a man in a diving suit is!"

The blobfish sighed. "Well, anyway, seeing as this sentient-monster-thingy isn't going to eat us, we should get out of here. Which way?"


[System]
"I will give it my 110% every time!"
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Soul Weapon: Yuki (meaning: Courage)

Magic Element: Air
Personality: Insecure, hard working, sensitive, gentle, cautious, smart
Crush: None
Other: Has a bad habit of mumbling and avoiding eye contact (especially because she's shorter than most people!)

[User]
Scarlet Academy Theme Song

Saturday September 1st 2020 6:30AM Early Morning

At Raikonan Airport, a plane which carried thousands of passengers have landed. People begin to exit the plane and head over the baggage claim. Hisoka Namiki was one of these passengers as he picks up his suit case. He walks out to the crowd of people who are holding signs with names on them. "hmmm lot's of families! It's nice seeing family meet up like this, even if it's not my own." He thought to himself. Hisoka noticed a woman in a suit wearing sunglasses holding up a sign that reads 'New Students of Scarlet Academy!' Hisoka began to walk towards the woman as he bowed as a greeting "You are the first of the group to arrive. Please wait behind me for the others." Hisoka nods as he goes to wait in a seat behind the woman making him easily visible from the other students when the approach the woman.

[Assistant]
Emi Sugihara

Emi loved riding on airplanes. She enjoyed being up high in the sky yet still being able to read a nice book. Before she knew it, they had landed and a crowd of people made their way, trying to get off the plane as soon as possible. Not wanting to fight through the mob, she remained seated until she was almost the last one on the plane. "Well, it's better than being trampled," she thought to herself as she struggled to reach her carry on that was placed above the seats. Eventually, she was able to get off the plane in one piece and went to look for her luggage. Fortunately, it wasn't a total nightmare; as much as she enjoyed the flight, the process of going through the airport procedures was annoying. She grabbed her luggage and began to look for the people from Scarlet Academy. Someone had to be there to pick them up, right?

Ah, there it was. There was a woman holding a sign that read, "New Students of Scarlet Academy!" Emi approached the woman and greeted her politely with a bow. She saw that there was already another student there. He was much older than her, though he did not look like a mean person. She gave him a nod as she took a seat, not exactly next to him (that was too much), but near his general area. Then she joined the waiting game.

[User]
Kireina Tohsaka

Previous to the point of being on an airplane and all, she had just been a regular student under her masters training to become an extremely strong Magic Knight. Kireina isn't afraid to speak what's on her mind, it just shows how cold she truly is. Well, she does use ice as her element, coincidence? She had gotten on the plane to go to a school, where she could truly learn more about Magic Knights. She had so much knowledge from her master back home in the mountains of Russia, on how to manifest her power to her ability. She had many thoughts flying around in her head on the plane, to ask if this was all really worth it? This school might even just be a lie, nobody could teach me anything better than what my master taught. I had to survive for weeks in that mountain. Kireina had thought to herself, before looking to see the plane landing on the ground.

Eventually the plane had stopped, she looked up from her chair to take a look outside, it didn't look as cold as it was in Russia. She looked to see the other passengers get up as well, but she was one of the first people to get out of the plane. She walked down the stairs taking her time, and went inside to find where her luggage was. Once again, she was one of the first to luckily and safely get her luggage. She was always told that she was number one, but she hated being a perfectionist at times as well. Kireina took a look around the airport to find lots of signs around, she lifted an eyebrow and took a look around at all of the names.

Eventually she came across Scarlet Academy, seeing a woman in a suit wearing glasses, and seeing two other people stand besides her. She then walked over to the three of them, giving them a cold stare, barely showing any emotion at all. She then stopped in front of the three of them, breathing in, then exhaling to speak. "May I ask, is this academy merely a tale?" Kireina said as she kept giving them her cold stare, or it could even be a glare at this point.

"Because I will punish you, for lying to me." Kireina said lifted her head up a little to them, giving them a full on glare.

[Assistant] Exiting the long and tiring airplane ride Gin stopped yawning in the middle of a very large crowd literally being carried by the crowd like a wave. Barely surviving the tidal wave of people Gin clenched to the nearest nailed down object holding on for his life.  "The hell was that!?"  He asked no one in particular resuming back to the usual exiting the terminal steps. Of course he waited until the crowd of people died down. Gin quickly retrieved his bag his mind getting the best of him as his did so. For some reason he thought he seen a shark out the corner of his eye which explains a lot since he almost drowned....well suffocated in the vast amount of people that paraded the terminal. Yes, he was delusional and a bit frightened but that quickly left as it came when he soon realized he was on land. Calming down from the whole shark fiasco he assumed his normal persona. He roamed a bit searching for something that represented this 'Scarlet Academy'. As if on cue a woman holding up an obvious sign reeled in Gin's attention. He walked to the woman bowing at her his green bang shading his right eye completely. Gin sat down seeing this weird girl who seemed to be pissed at life it self(Kireina). He peeked at her in order to avoid becoming a target for her 'stares'. It wasn't hard to avoid eye contact that was something that he was actually good at. But to play it safe he slid on some head phones looking off into random directions.

[User] Arata waited as the plane he was on landed at Raikonan Airport. The majority of people on the plane rushed to get off and to there destination. There's no need to rush, everything in due time. Once the crowd had thinned some, he exited the plane and went to luggage claim. When he found his suitcase, he also found a note attached to it. Dearest Arata, remember that you must... are they really trying to... i know that they're just... forget it. After reading the note, which only infuriated him, he tore it off and stuffed it in his pocket. Walking out, Arata was surprised to see how many families were waiting for someone to arrive. It took him a moment to scan the area and find a woman with a sign reading 'New Students of Scarlet Academy!' He walked up, noting a tension in the air which he couldn't place a reason for, and sat down in the seat furthest from the group.

[Assistant]
This the life. Just sitting back, relaxing, keeping eyes closed to enjoy that darkness. Nothing beats a good-- 'WHO DARES TO DISTURB MY NAP FOR I SWEAR I'LL-- oh we're here,' was the first thing Koken thought after waking up from a rather pleasing nap on the long plane ride. As the crowd formed in the aisles Koken took her time to stretch from where she sat before wiping some drool off her face with her black sleeve; and then adjusting her stylish but plain black cap, or her 'traveling' cap in which she calls it and literally just bought it for this occasion, as it appeared crooked on her head. After a short bit of waking up Koken stood and waited almost impatiently to get out of the plane. It kind of switched in and out every now and then. Impatient, then not, impatient, then not, rinse and repeat. That's bipolar for you, or something like that.

After finally getting off the plane it was off to baggage claim. Koken did have a backpack as her carry on, but alas there's one more piece of luggage. After all of that was done, it was time to find and meet up with whoever. Through...all of these signs... So...many signs... Koken stood there looking at them all, scratching the black hair behind her head as she blinked, "...What's the name of the school again?" she muttered to herself. How in the hell she forgot the name of the god damn school is anyone's guess. But soon after some looking around more closely a sign that would seem to represent the school would catch Koken's attention. 'Scarlet Academy' was basically what it was. "...Yea that sounds about right," Koken muttered to herself once again before shrugging her shoulders and walking on over. She tilted up the visor of her cap upward to reveal her eyes a little more, but not like they were hidden in the first place or anything. A few students seemed to have been there already, but the one that temporarily caught Koken's attention the most was the girl standing in front of the woman in the suit. Some kind of problem was probably being caused. Maybe. Who knows. But then as she was walking towards the group in general she heard the girl say something like 'Because I'll punish you,' or something like that. Unplanned, Koken snickered as a substitution to hold in a chuckle as she walked past her and the woman in the suit and turning her head away slightly as well. Koken actually found the 'punish' part funny, or at least the fact that she's saying it to someone who's obviously in charge. Anyways, aside from that. Koken stood around the general area of the group slightly off to the side, seeming that the only thing to do now is stand around and wait.

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Aleksandri Galino

The plane ride was horrible for Aleksa, though she didn't show it for the most part as she was either passed out or distracting herself by singing in Russian. The turbulence that had occurred earlier in the flight had her clutching the arm hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. "I don't Like flying, I really don't like flying!" this was the thought that kept running through her head when she was awake and until they were on the ground and about to get off the plane. As she waited to disembark Aleksa hummed a tune that had a happy note to it before she was able to get off. When she stood Aleksa grabbed her backpack from the over head compartment and exited the plane before breathing a sigh of relief, "God I'm glad to be of that thing".

Aleksa got to the area to pick up her luggage and picked up her lightning imprinted duffelbag before walking around to find the person who was supposed to pick her up. With her bag slung over her shoulder Aleksa scanned the crowd until she spotted the woman holding a Scarlet Academy sign and approached the small group of what she suspected were students. When Aleksa reached the person holding the sign she gave a small courtesy out of respect and waved to the others who were sitting down. She stood quietly just listening to the bustle of the airport goers and waiting for the rest of the people to get there. Aleksandri began to hum the song Katyusha  while waiting.

[Assistant] Djura waited for the large bloody crowd that rushed out of the plane when it landed to thin before he even tried to get up. He grabbed his backpack out of the storage above the seats. It was all he had brought, he didn't want to trudge too much stuff all the way from Ireland, and hey no need to go through baggage claims. After getting off the plane, and being frisked by airport security he wore a cover over half his face suspicious persons and all, he began walking through the terminal looking around at all the people and signs. He was rubbing his hands together nervously, feeling a bit odd at being in a foreign country and not knowing anyone. He almost missed the women holding up a sign for Scarlet Academy students since someone was standing infront of her. He made his way over and slipped quietly past the girl glaring at the sign holder and some of the other student that had arrived before him and sat down, placing his backpack between his feet. He began listening to the girl standing nearby humming the tune of a song.

[User]
Saturday September 1st 2020 6:45AM Early Morning

The woman in the suit looked down to Kireina who was giving her a cold glare. "Let me answer your question with this..." The woman mumbled as she let off a pressure of aura that would cause even the gods to back down. "You should go sit down now. You wouldn't want to mess with Ms. Shiba now, would you?" She said obviously speaking in third person.

Hisoka who was staring off yet still paying attention to the people who had sat down after him, decided to have a bit of fun with the others and emit some pressure from his aura mixed with his element. His pressure was strong enough to make even the toughest of guys back down and cower in fear. Even with this his aura had a heat wave mixed with it so anyone who felt the pressure would feel the heat as well. "Let's see how they deal with this. Wonder who will be able to figure out who is doing it." He thought to himself "Let's say this is a test from an upperclassman." He added in thought.

[Assistant]
"Yikes, did that girl really say that?" Emi frowned, somewhat annoyed."Even I have better social skills than that."

But before Emi could say anything, Ms. Shiba, as she discovered, emitted an aura that even Emi had to admit was unsettling. That probably settled things for now. More and more students began to arrive, each looking more standoffish than the last. Well some of them were nice and she waved back at anyone who waved to her. Still, they did not seem to be a very preppy group, not that she minded.

Suddenly, she felt a different kind of pressure. It was strong and warm and uncomfortable. Was one of the students here trying to show off? She sighed, doing her best to use her element to keep her cool, creating a sort of wind barrier around herself. Then she turned to the guy that beat her here and asked quietly so only he could hear her, "By chance are you the one doing this? Because if so, it's not very funny." She was just guessing but by the looks of most people here, she could kind of guess what kind of elements they use. For example, Miss ColdnSerious was probably an ice element user. Two of the more quiet, brooding types seemed to be darkness users. Though the rest were somewhat anybody's guess. She wondered if she looked like an air elemental... Regardless, she didn't mean to pinpoint the guy; he just happened to be sitting closest to her.


[System]
UPDATE: I think I'm done. Konrad, would you be willing to throw down some criticism and your thoughts on him so far?

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Gender: Male

Age: 28

Nationality + Special Forces Origin: Russian, Alpha Group, FSB.

Appearance:

Dima uses his Gorka-4 Mountain Pattern Uniform when in mountainous, urban, or rocky terrains in conjunction with the Multicam pattern uniform for the most part identical to his NATO counterparts in most other environments.

Rank: "Serzhánt" Sergeant (OR-5)

Role: Breaching Specialist/Explosives Expert

Weapon(s): (WIP)

Heavily modified AK-105
-30 & 45 round 5.45x39 Magazines
-Aimpoint T1 Miro RDS
-Aimpoint 3x Magnifier on swinging mount
-Cowitness Magpul Flip up BUIS
-Gemtech Suppressor (With gear, readily available)
-AN/PEQ-15 Laser aiming module

AF1 Strike One Pistol (9mm)
-17 round 9x19mm Magazines
-Gemtech Suppressor
-Laser/flashlight aiming module

KBP Tula PP-2000
-30 round Magazines of 9x19 +P+ class 7N31 "Armor Piercing" Ammunition.
-Aimpoint T1 Micro RDS (Low Mount)

FN FNP 45 Tactical
-15 Round .45 Magazines
-Trijicon RMR
-Osprey .45 Suppressor

Mossberg 590A1 Breacher Configuration
-14" Barrel with Breaching Muzzle Device
-M4 style collapsible Magpul Stock
-12 ga. frangible breaching rounds

Brief Background: The beginning of Dima's military career began like so many other young men in the Federation. Once legal records showed he was now of age, he was sent the notice of conscription and like a good citizen reported to the nearest recruitment station for processing. In truth, Dima was still only 17 at his time of conscription, thanks to a careless mistake by a nurse during the documentation at his time of birth. Being listed as one year older than he was, Dima was inevitably the youngest recruit in his platoon and as such did everything he could to avoid standing out. Refusing to rise to the top or sink to the bottom however proved to be a double edged sword, landing him a spot in the now understaffed VDV.

His time in airborne school became the second most significant change for Dima's military career. While going through supplementary explosives and MOUT training Dima began to draw attention to himself. His instructors found the young soldier to be the least intimidated by the prospect and practical application of explosives within the close confines of Urban combat and continued to train him as his enthusiasm and proficiency quickly grew. Training in the standard ranks of the Federation Armed forces, like many others world round, proved to be very cut and dry; basic in nature. What he didn't learn from his training, he soon learned under fire.

Now hardly turning 18, Dima was thrown into the hellish fires of the Chechen conflict. Still considered raw, Dima soon found himself haggard and alone after an ill-fated combat jump into the outlaying city of Grozny. Before they had even touched their boots on ground his platoon alone had taken a staggering sixty percent dead or wounded. Upon his reunion with the scorched and muddy earth, the young soldier found his situation wasn't much improved. Finding the situation well out of hand, Dima immediately began finding his wounded brothers in arms in an attempt to pull them from the massacre happening on the ground.

Dima's hours of crawling face first in the cold, thick, mud while under fire saved the lives of twelve. One of which was the Colonel of the entire Regiment. Casting off once more into the fray, Dima left a single able bodied medic and the remaining men in various states of incapacitation, he would soon learn to regret his hasty decision. Not more than half an hour of searching later, the Paratrooper failed to find any more survivors. Returning to the casualty collection point, Dima comes face to face with the horrors of an unchecked irregular war.

A small group of Islamist fronted extremist Chechen separatists in the process of either slitting the throats of his wounded comrades, some already with their heads removed by long dull blades. There were no screams as the extremists unceremoniously rammed a knife into the last remaining man's neck. Something in Dima snapped at that moment. All fear of death was lost on him as he raised his rifle and flicked it from safe to auto. The distinctive chatter of a Kalashnikov tore through the small clearing as Dima let rip a short burst into his superior officer's executioner. The man's chest and neck exploded from the rear as his rounds exited their target.

It took but a second for the rest of the Rebels to turn their weapons on him. Dima knew his end was inevitable. But, to his surprise, instead of being gunned down like a dog, the treeline to the far left of the clearing exploded in automatic fire. The short volley ripped the remaining men apart with frightening accuracy, a small four man team emerging from the brush only seconds after the bodies fell to the grass. Rushing to his quickly dying Colonel's side, the older man wordlessly reached into a pouch in his web gear and produced a small pistol from it, a PSM, which he thrust into the soldier's hands before finally fading into death.

It was at this moment that Dima's career took it's most significant turn. Being the last surviving man in his platoon, Dima was whisked away by the Alpha group that had been pursuing that particular group of individuals in order to kill the very man Dima had gunned down. From then on, Dima was declared either dead or missing in action like the rest of his platoon, prompting the FSB to take him in without informing the Military of his survival. It was soon found out that he had a talent for the application of explosives in Urban environments. Quickly fostering this talent into a well honed set of skills, Dima gained experience through numerous high profile raids against insurgent compounds in Armenia.

It was under these conditions that Dima flourished, raising to the rank of Sergeant then eventually leading his own three man raiding team through many successful attacks on high value targets. Following a successful collaborative raid conducted between the FSB and GRU to sting a black market transaction involving ICBM components and large amounts of Radioactive material, Dima was volunteered to Task Force Echo by the FSB in an attempt to foster improved relationships with Russia's NATO counterparts.

Equipment:

4x RGO Defensive Fragmentation Grenades

4x RGN Offensive Fragmentation Grenades

6x Vzlet-M Stun Grenades

Frames and poles to house and plant breaching charges and devices. Various amount of detcord, strip shaped charges, and plastic explosives are carried in his spacious pack. Alongside the explosive and ballistic methods of breaching, Dima has his Mechanical Breaching tool set that consist of a Sledge hammer, a "Hooligan" tool, and a pair of bold cutters. In addition to his breaching kits, Dima carries a VANT-VM Kevlar Ballistic shield.

Tucked in a small pocket sewn on the inside of his plate carrier rests the 5.45x18 PSM pistol given to him by his Late Colonel while in the VDV. Tied down along the side of his pack is his old beat up 7.62x39 AMKS underfolder and two magazines in the event Dima finds himself without any other recourse.

[User]
Aleksandra allowed herself an uncharacteristic giggle of joy as she free fell through the sky, spreading her arms out before tucking them back in as she fell into a spiraling dive. The wind howled past her face and tugged at her hair but she paid it no mind, stretching her arms out before ending the dive with a "roll" backwards. The military base down below looked so... small, like she could pinch it between her fingers. For a moment she remembered her childhood, when she would pretend to be a giant and step on trees - that was sort of what it was like whenever she flew or skydove.

The ground was nearing, and she figured now was as good a time as any to deploy her parachute, yanking on the cord and touching down a few minutes later. "Well then," she grinned, "that was fun! Thanks for inviting me along, been a while since I got to jump out of a small metal tube hundreds if not thousands of meters off the ground with only a thin piece of fabric to stop me from splattering against the ground!" Her grin turned to a smirk as she put a hand on her waist. "Now, since I'm not a fan of barbecue, who else feels like joining me in looking for something to eat elsewhere?" She would go regardless of whether or not someone accompanied her, but it couldn't hurt to have someone else along for company, and besides - she'd never been in England before. She had no idea where to go.

[Assistant]
Theis watched his comrades partake in the camaraderie; these days off were always great, and Theis thoroughly enjoyed them. He looked up at the clear blue skies and saw the cargo plane flying overhead, and the eventual figures of the rest of his friends skydiving downwards. While Theis was trained in airborne operations, he always did prefer to keep his feet on the ground. The divers looked like bullets whizzing through the air and as their parachutes were deployed, they immediately changed to look like clouds floating down towards the earth.

Theis had resigned himself to simply enjoy his own peace and quiet, and just have a nice calm day. One hand in his jeans pocket, and the other holding a bottle of beer, Theis had leaned back against a nearby tree and watched grill do its work. He had zoned out into blissfulness when Aleksandra touched down a short distance away. Her entrance brought him back to reality.

Aleksandra had offered anyone to join in her quest for food, and while Theis didn't mind burgers and hotdogs, he never did have a chance to check out the country. Even if it would only be a small corner of the Britain, some was better than none. "I'm in, Alek. It would be nice to see what the UK has to offer." Theis downed the rest of his beer and strode up next to Aleksandra, "Anyone else," he asked.

[User] Food was done, just what he was waiting for. He finished his coffee, got up and stepped closer to the BBQ, wondering what piece of human garbage cost the Briton a good chunk of his body. "This smells great, what's free?" he asked, pointing toward the grill. "And please tell me there's a lot of it." He made himself a burger and sat back down, observing the small figures in the sky, enjoying the food. It was nice of Crowstep to make some high-powered rounds for others, in case something had to be erased from this world again and there wasn't a pile of explosives handily available. Once again he had to chuckle at the thought of using the Somali's own explosives against themselves.

[Assistant]
Olivia had managed to take down the targets with near-inhuman speed. She snapped from target to target with a blink of an eye. One shot per kill. It was quick and professional, just the way she was trained to do. The female operator's leg had healed up considerably since the last time she had seen some physical activity. It wasn't 100% that was for sure, but she was able to be very mobile and quick. At 100% Olivia was deadlier, so every enemy she facex next probably would be considered lucky since they didn't have to deal with Olivia at full force. Her shooting was still on point, which was really nice. As she put her weapon down, she listened to Merlin comment on her sharp shooting skills. It was flattering coming from the illusive Merlin. As he would leave her be to practice more if she wanted to, Olivia nodded and reloaded her gun. Yes, the magazine still had rounds in it but a fresh magazine was a luxury that Olivia intended to enjoy. She continued to shoot away at the targetd up until she heard mention of food. Suddenly the SAS operator's stomach was growling to the point where she wasn't able to focus anymore. It was rather frustrating but everyone had to eat anyway.

She had unloaded her ACR right after she had loaded it, just for safety reasons. This would be the first thing she would do with people other than Merlin so she wanted to make a good impression. BBQ was a favorite of Olivia's, but being the kind of person she was she would allow her teammates to have their share before she'd have hers.

[User]
The humming and occasional rumbles of transport engines was a familiar and comfortable sound for the Russian. Growing up in the VDV had ingrained a sense of familiarity into his being that brought a smile to Dima's face. It was time. Looking around at all of those present, the demo specialist gave a wink and a smile to any who bothered to look his direction and make eye contact. Namely, Aleksandra, who even politely offered him dumplings as the occupants stood and readied themselves as the ramp dropped. "Я не знал, что можно приготовить!" Was the only reply he made before throwing up the universal 'OK' sign with his fingers. Once the green light pinged to life, they were off. Feeling his heart pound, the former paratrooper threw himself from the aircraft, hot on the heels of his comrades.

Looking to his Altimeter, Dima made a mental note to pull his chute at around 600 meters. Glancing away, Dima came to realize that the rest of the crew had zipped far below him, much to his annoyance. Despite the fact that he was falling at upwards of 120 miles per hour, Dima couldn't help but think to himself. They had better leave me some food. Fueled by the thought of going without a meal, the Russian brought his legs closer together and his arms in towards his sides, turning the calm decent into a full on terminal velocity dive. I will get my damn dumplings!  If the wind had been howling before, it was roaring now as the over eager man sailed past the Dane and American before stabilizing himself again in preparation to pull his chute. Ensuring that the other two were not anywhere directly above him, Dima glanced one last time at his Altimeter, down at the already landing Aleksandra, and then one more time above before pulling his chute. First, a moment akin to hovering hit before all at once the whole world jerked to a stop and continued on again, this time much slower.

Looking up one last time made Dima finally realize that the intent had been for them all to link up mid-fall. Feeling a light heat rise to his cheeks, the Russian focused his attention back to the ground and his intended target. Searching for a moment before finding his countryman, he smiled while bringing the steerable parachute in for a smooth and graceful ass sliding across the grass. Having cut off the Master Sergeant, the FSB operative gave her a goofy but charming smile. "You're going to make me dumplings tonight, right?"


[System]
CS
Nicknames: None

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Physical description: With the skin of a Egyptian and the red hair of her Irish mother. Alysse has a heart shaped face, showing off soft features. Her stubbornness found in the green-grey eyes. Standing at five foot three inches, she's noticeably lean. Sturdy sandals, black jeans and a loose green t-shirt with sewn in lacey black sleeves falls off one shoulder. She wears her mother's family's two wedding bands on her left hand, and several talismans as necklaces. The talismans are written with runes for protection, safety, and good luck, and bout with black cords. With fingerless gloves, her nails bitten to the quick.

Personality: For all her quiet ways Alysse is quite bubbly and cheerful. But her loyalty to select few she will call 'close' is not something to question. Quick to jump to the defense or attack on that behalf, she becomes a storm of raging anger. This sudden change can be contributed to her father's own violent tendencies. If she can't be found learning some new craft the next best bet is some secluded spot practicing her weaponry and powers. She's very shy about being watched while she practices and finds comfort in doing it alone in her father's desert.

Likes: Learning different languages, listening to music, cats, reading, and dancing.

Dislikes: The sea, those who attack the weak and helpless, and traitors.

Bio: Her mother never told her about her father, but never looked at another man after Alysse was born. They lived a happy, if mediocre, life in the small Irish fishing village by the sea. Her mother was as cheerful as Alysse. But when Moira went out onto the ocean to help the fishers that one fateful time. The ship sank in a storm leaving Alysse alone in the world at ten. Her mother's close friend took her in for time, the school and community keeping a 'don't ask, don't tell' on the whole arrangement. When Child Services did come to collect Alysse she was twelve and unwilling to leave. Running off she evaded the coppers thanks to storm. It was then Set interfered, albeit giving the poor child a fright.

Godly parent name: Set

God description: Egyptian god of storms, desert, violence, and foreigners.

Opinion of godly parent: Alysse is close to the Egyptain god, and the feeling is returned. She is closely protected by the god. Fearing her father's powers, she over came it with time. Though she still is wary of his wrathful ways towards others. He taught her weaponry and fighting, and how to use her powers.

Mortal parent name: Moira O'Neil

Opinion of mortal parent: Her mother was the goodness in Alysse life before she died. Still Alysse adores her and misses her terribly. Moira was a Wiccan, teaching her daughter the ways of her craft. Before she died, she sold herbal medicines and teas to their neighbors.

Powers: She is a fierce fighter. Learning the Khopesh, spear and bow. She can control the sand of the desert, and storms, to a degree. However it takes a lot out of her to control the storms. She can pick up languages quickly.

[User] Alysse shivered as the fighting started. Her eyes looked over at the scene as she slowly stood to her full, yet not so intimidating, height of three inches past five feet. "You must practice on others, trying your hand against the same opponent will waste your potential." Set's words wound about her mind. He was right, Alysee knew as she walked to fix this problem. One of the students did not have a partner, walking towards them with a smile she stretched out her hand. Sand beckoning her call came to her like a river, forming a Khopesh. The student jabbed at her as she stepped aside it with fluidity swinging her blade up in a series of rapid strikes. The poor lad yelped and fell back under the onslaught, his sword barley halting the wicked blade. His attempts at attack only made her move to the side, but onwards still she came. Thwacking the lads wrist with the back of the khopesh, the neck of her sword striking his and knocking it away. Leveling the sword under the other demi's throat, Alysse held the position. "Don't ever let go of your sword. Drop you weapon on the battle field and you will die." She growls, remembering all too well her Father's words on the matter. The flung sword knocking over the weapon rack with a crash to end it's flight.

[Assistant] Alex raised one hand to Katie 'Hold on one moment' he said looking at the figure who had just attacked one of his pupils. 'Excuse me miss, but might I inquire as to what you're doing?' he pointed to the weapon wrack. 'I enjoy a good fight as much as the next demi, but I think that was a bit much and I'd ask you not to raise a real weapon against a youth armed with nothing but a dummy sword'. Alexander wasn't as cross as he sounded, he was cross, he didn't like it when people interrupted his lessons, but he was more curious about the figure than anything. He noted the Khopesh in the figures hand, the weapon was small and relatively unwieldy, the Khopesh as a weapon whilst elegant was rather cumbersome and limited in its versatility. He made a quick assessment of the weapon and the wielder before swinging his glaive around him in a defensive motion.

[User] The teen blinked, as if remembering herself. "Ah, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to intrude. He had no partner and I thought I'd help-." Dark cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, the khopesh still light in her hand as she moves the sword to her side. "Didn't mean to get so carried away!" Alysse's Irish accent was heavy in her distress as she stammered apologies. "Oh dear..." She blinked, trying to find something to look at that wasn't terrifyingly embarrassing. Spotting the weapon rack she stabbed her sword next to it, righting the falling equipment. The khopesh dissolving to sand with the break in her will and concentration to fight. "Oh deary, dear." What had she been thinking! Getting into a senseless fight like that! Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Oh, she was going to find a nice lonely place after this and stay there! It would more peaceful and less horrifying!

[Assistant]
Alex saw the embarrassment he'd caused the girl dispelling his weapon, he turned to the few students who'd stopped to watch. 'Well, come now, did I say stop?' he said to them in even tones 'How do you expect to be good fighters if you keep stopping?' the students returned to their drill without a word, knowing better than to push Alex.

Alex turned back to the girl walking over to the weapon wrack that she was wrestling with, he saw the sword she'd been wielding dissolve back into sand and heard her stammering some more apologies. 'You needn't worry' he began 'You've got quite the technique I must say, few people are able to make good use of a weapon like a Khopesh. In future however maybe ask to join the class before launching in with such enthusiasm?' he offered her his hand, his smile returning as he realised the humour in the incident. 'My name is Alexander Orolos, son of Nemesis, I think we got off on the wrong foot, might I ask what is your name?'

[User] She brushed the thick locks of hair back, shyly. Taking his hand she gives it a firm shake. "Alysse O'Neil, daughter of Set." Alysse fumbles slightly. "I- um... Don't usually do that, but... I can be a tad eccentric at times?" She offered lamely. "Alexander? You are the one they call the Judge?" Her eyes regard him openly. She had heard name here and there. Anubis had spoken of it in passing to Set once when she had been training with the elder God. How curious this one was a Greek through and through. "You wield a glaive? A odd choice for a Greek."

[Assistant]
'Pleasure to meet you Alysse' Alex bowed ever so slightly as he concluded introductions as his father had taught him to. 'I wouldn't worry about being eccentric around here, on the contrary if one weren't an eccentric I think they'd have more to worry about. As for my nickname yes some people call me Judge, being a son of the goddess of retribution will earn you monikers like that. The same goes for the weapon, one of my powers' he paused taking a step back before continuing 'I can manifest and master any weapon, armour or piece of tactical equipment you care to mention'.

To illustrate his point Alex re-summoned the glaive, re-shapped it into halberd, then an axe, a mace, and finally a gladius. He sheathed the short sword at his side using a belt and scabbard that he manifested for the blade at waist height.

It was then he remembered he had a match with Katie, he blushed the same as Alysse had turning to join the match in earnest, re-summoning the glaive as he walked. There you go getting distracted again Alex he thought to himself, he stopped and turned back to Alysse 'Care to join me and Katie in a bit of sparring practice?'

[User] Shifting from foot to foot slightly. "If you would not mind? My Father is insistent I practice against others." Alysse notes following him, her past transgression being seemingly forgotten, save for her flaming cheeks. An odd colour against her tanned skin. "A useful ability." She agrees to his explanation of wielding a glaive, though she lacked to tell him of her own abilities. It was not really like he needed to know, plus she didn't like to show off. Her skill with a sword was one factor she didn't mind. Sparring was required, and that meant doing it with people.

[Assistant]
Katie watched Alex and Alysse with interest, noting Alex showing off his abilities. She was still a little uncomfortable with her own demigod powers, not having shown them in public yet. Turning to Alex, she said, "I'd rather work with you one-on-one, if that's alright."

"Well, if you want to practice, how about with Vanessa and I?" Madison quipped. A strand of hair fell in her face, but she brushed it aside. "We're not very good, either of us, but we're more than willing to learn. If you feel like teaching, that is." At least if Vanessa joined in, Madison would have someone else just as inexperienced as her. It would be a help to her confidence to see another person learning alongside her.

[User]
'Well how about we play winners, Katie? So I shall spar with you, then Madison and Alysse will do the same, then winners will spar, and Vanessa can spar each of the losers and so on'

With that Alex bowed resummoning his glaive ready to fight Katie, settling into a guard stance.

[Assistant] Alysse inclined her head with agreement. "I see little to deter such." Hearing the other's refusal, her mind scrambled for a bit. When Alex spoke up his idea was not a bad one. Giving a small wave to the other two. Alysse stretched out her hand, the sand swirling to form a khopesh once more. "Alysse O'Neil." She greeted them shyly, fingering one of the many amulets about her neck. Her Irish dialect was so very hard to get over when meeting new people, she sighed. At least with the Egyptians it smoothed out slightly. Giving a small smile at Madison she gestured to the weapon rack. "Pick one you like, if it looks pretty it won't do it's job." Her voice light and teasing, repeating words the Egyptian God had said to her. It still felt odd for her to find comfort in such a thing.

[User]
Don't let him make the first move. Katie hadn't had much training in swordfighting yet, but she knew the basics. She aimed a hard thrust at Alex's shoulder, angling the blade ever so slightly to make it harder to block. Thankfully these were only training blades, so they wouldn't do too much damage, even if she connected.

"I'm Madison. Nice to meet you, Alysse." She went over to the weapon rack, picking up an iron shortsword in the Spartan style. She might never have held a weapon before, but it was something she had at least seen. She settled into an awkward defensive stance, belying her total inexperience at this sort of thing.

[Assistant] Walking forward she stabs the weapon into the ground, moving slowly so Madison won't attack. Adjusting the younger's grip and correcting her stance she nods, picking up her sword. "High, middle low." She shows Madison the basic moves and blocks. The khopesh awkward for the short sword attack pattern. "Stick with those and add in more once you have the basics." The Egyptian demi advises softly. "With a shield it's different but... Oh, dear. I'm rambling again, I'm sorry." She adjusts her grip on the khopesh and does a strike towards Madison's middle, keeping the blade moving at a decent speed but able to pull or veer away if she needed too. The blade was purely heavy sand, like getting hit with a stick and hardly fatal.

[User] Alex nimbly dodges Katie's attack the blade slicing through the air where he had been. He swung the lower end of his glaive low hitting Katie in the shins, 'Careful' he cautioned 'You need to be watching all the avenues of attack especially against someone with more reach. Try getting in close that'd make things easier for you'.

[Assistant]
"Ow!" Katie was unable to recover in time to block the blow. "I'll remember that." She nodded as Alex gave her another tip. "Thank you." She settled in and made another quick rush, but this time, she created a small gust of wind as well, hoping to throw Alex's balance off slightly.

Madison took her time as Alysse explained the basics. She took her position again, but this time in a somewhat more orthodox position. As Alysse came in for a chest strike, she moved her sword down to block. She wasn't quite fast enough to completely stop the attack, but she did divert it and turn it into only a glancing hit.

[User] The Irish lass smiled at the change of stance. Fluidly moving her own stance a step back, Alysse adjusted the khopesh coming back with a over hand swing. "Strike back. Defensive will only wear you out." She advised shyly. Keeping her speed as it was with the first strike, she prepared to pull the sword away if Madison didn't block.


[System]
Age
53

Gender
Female

Race
Skeleton

Element
Dark

Personality
Melfenius is a rather pessimistic person yet they go on without dwelling too much on it. A pessimism of the mind compared to an optimism of actions. She is a do-gooder, always willing to lend a hand, despite the fact that her ability to do so is somewhat limited due to her appearance. This has caused her a sort of detachment to people, where she expects them to be scared of her, or if they do act normally, that they're covering up their fear to make her feel better.

Biography
Melfenius was a solider for the Kingdom of Bariura, serving faithfully and vigorously since she signed on for as long as she lived. Which is to say not very long at all. Melfenius hadn't made it much further than her twenties when she was sent out with her squad to investigate some disturbances credited to rumors of enemy forces near. They stopped by the town for an update on the situation. However when they arrived they found the town seemingly empty, devoid of life. Then the undead came. What seemed like an uncountable swarm came from every direction. They took refuge in a building that looked like it was used as the town hall. Their valiant struggle was in vain and eventually they all died. Some time later Melfenius woke up. She was in the town hall, all alone, the bodies of her comrades vanished. When she looked at herself she saw she was merely bones. Confused she began heading back to explain what happened. However the sight of her undead body caused those who saw her to either run or attack. Melfenius quickly gave up hope of warning anyone about the danger and took to wearing long clothing that obscured her body, allowing her to pose as normal. Her body needed no food, no sleep, and she couldn't have gotten a job if she wanted to. So Melfenius wandered, attempting to do good with her fighting skills wherever she went, thwarted whenever her true form was discovered and she was forced to leave.

Evolution

Better Weapon, Shield and Armour
Ability to manipulate own bones to a minor extent: Overall size increase.
Bone Magic

Theme

[User]
You wake to an empty void, everything around you is nothing but a black space. It is eerily quiet and you can't make out any shapes in this dark void, you feel a heavy presence bearing down you. The void seems that it is consuming you, drowning you of any light that resides within you. Is this a dream? A nightmare? Or something else entirely? However much you struggle, you can't seem to escape the void, everything seems hopeless, you feel as if your about to be consumed, until... A bright green light, faintly glows above you... As it appeared, it quickly began to glow brighter, brighter, and brighter still, until the dark void was no more, replaced by a field of flowers.

The light above you remains where it appeared, soon a voice echoes through, as if it was going through your mind. "Oh chosen warrior... I... Am the God of Light, Lucius... I have seen your potential... A spark that has yet to alight... A spark that may rid this world of that which threatens it... I beseech you... Journey through the gates... Journey to Edivid Village, The Town Between Worlds... There you will meet my Oracle... She will explain the threat to this and all other worlds... A threat that you... And many others may yet stop... Follow the Light, great warrior... I will watch over you... Til you reach your journey's end..." The voice faded away and just as soon as it came the light that was above you... Vanished. Was that really a dream? Or a true vision from the God of Light? A new destiny awaits you... Should you choose to follow this voice's instructions. May the Light guide you.

---

The fresh morning sun was peaking over the mountains. Light shined upon the peaceful village of Edivid, merchants began to open their shops, the black smoke of a blacksmith's workshop billowed into the air, travelers of all shapes, sizes, and professions began to fill the streets. It seemed like just another day in the Town Between Worlds. A young kitsune watched the town through a window in the tavern, she seemed to be looking for someone... Or maybe even a few people. A light knock and the sound of an opening door echoed through her book filled room, a simple looking maid stood at the doorway holding a plate with a cup of freshly brewed tea sitting on it. She walked calmly over to the kitsune, setting the plate on the table in front of the kitsune.

"It is a lovely morning, isn't it Master Khristina?" The maid finally spoke in a quiet tone. Khristina nodded her head in agreement. "It is, Loralei..." she said taking the cup of tea. "And soon... Things will become a lot more interesting." She said looking back out the window.

Ok ladies and gents, its time to get this rp rolling! Your character has had this vision one way or another and should be in or just arriving at Edivid Village. Post what you think your character would be doing right now and lets get this thing on the road! :)

[Assistant]
Claire

Oh gods oh gods...I hope I'm in the right place. I wonder if father and mother are right? That there are others besides them...well me now, who're chosen. This is so crazy, confusing, cool...but I don't know. What if they think I'm a freak? I don't even have...I just hope they don't think I'm weird. Wait...thinking this much is weird! Stop thinking too much Claire! Naggh! I'm doing it again!

Claire was now waiting outside of the town of Edivid Village. Sure, the genderless elf was sticking out like a sore thumb due to his/her fisherman's garb of sorts...though did wear a light blue mage cape of sorts around its neck. The small elf patiently waits outside of the village where this supposed Oracle waits for whoever else was called. Claire lets out a long sigh, not really paying much attention to her surrounding and as a result, made the elf really skittish about random things that occurred in its surroundings. Hoping that the others called are nearby, Claire starts to sit down on the ground to meditate and wishes that others will come soon to the village. After all...she/he already was nerve-wracked for being here early and looking strange...now Claire was slowly losing it due to thinking she/he may be the only one called!

[User]
---Ryuuga---
Opening his eyes, Ryuuga looked around to see that the sun was just rising behind the distant mountaintops. Yawning amd quite clearly not yet quite awake he mumbled to himself "The sun is only just rising, huh? I guess sleeping outside has several downsides..." Ryuuga, covered in dew from the wet grass, sat up and examined his surroundings. Having confirmed nothing was missing from his make-shift "camp" he got up. "Well, I guess it can't hurt to get up now. What did gramps always say? Something about worms?... Well, the geezer was crazy anyway, so who cares?" He mumbled to himself as he collected his belongings.

Only a moment later he remembered the dream, cold sweat rolling across his back. "Wait a minute... Nonononono nonono nonononono, that can't be, right? I mean, Lucius? GOD of light? Nonononono, impossible. Though... it was an odd dream....AAAGH, what am I supposed to do with this?"
After his little panic attack, Ryuuga took a moment to actually breathe.
He tried to recall what Lucius had said, something about an oracle in Edivid village... "Edivid village? Why does that sound so familiar... Crap! That's where I was going in the first place!"

Not entirely happy about suddenly being pulled into some large-scale conflict, Ryuuga set off to Edivid village. "Why me of all people? I just wanted to see the sights... This oracle better be quite a sight herself" He grumbled.  I guess it's true, though. There really is no escaping fate."

[Assistant]
Melfenius's boots kicked up small poofs of dust as she walked, the dull thud of each footstep a rhythm that had been going on for some time now. Edvidid village was by no means close and she'd been walking ever since she'd received the dream. Of course not needing to rest meant she got there rather quickly compared to a human walking the same distance. The dark green robe that was tattered and dusty from years of wear and tear, covered in patches of vaguely similar colors, obscured her body; merely making her appear extremely lanky. Of course the large shield in one hand as well as the sheathed hand-and-a-half sword she wielded in the other marked her as a warrior, usually these things managed to keep trouble away. Of course when one was looking for trouble, you generally found it. And now she'd been chosen by Lucius, The God of Light. Melfenius halted just outside the town. Journey to the village. Anywhere in particular in the village? A elf-creature that appeared to be something of a mage was sitting on the ground, likely meditating or something else that mages did.

Melfenius's bony shoulders moved up and down momentarily before she continued onward into the town. If others were called they'd be coming as well. The first place any stranger to a new town would go would be the tavern, whether it be for food and drink, a place to rest, or just to listen to gossip. So Melfenius strode through the town and entered the tavern, glancing over the occupants before taking a seat next to the door at a round peg-legged table. There was a moment of silence at her dark form before the chatter started up again. Likely it was about her being; such a small town and all but Melfenius didn't mind, she doubted she'd be staying her long. A server came to ask if she wanted anything but Melfenius waved them off. She was simply here to wait.


[System]
"I'm still alive, and I can still fight. Shouldn't that be all that matters, at this point?"
-PILOT-
(obviously not as naked as this)
Age: 15

Personality: Lora is unique for having a sort of deadpan confidence, seeming be reserved on the outside but in reality being very empowered and sure of her capability. Of course, she's not headstrong, either, and in fact proves to be rather patient. Off the field, she performs small efforts and tasks in hopes to play a little more than her part. The most emotion she can be noted showing is largely in combat, as if she has some deep-seated feelings regarding the Cruxi (and boy, does she).

Motives: Repel the Cruxi and ensure a better future.

Background:
People who say Lora went through hell don't realize that good people shouldn't go to hell.

The young Lora grew on a colony somewhat on the farther reaches of human society. Her family was one of the most esteemed on that world, and not because they had luxury. No, it was because they shared their luxury, working to create and distributor new technologies to benefit the people and ensure what happened to Earth would not so easily repeat itself. Lora was exposed to this and more, and so learned the better qualities of life and what they meant.

To say it all changed when the Cruxi appeared seemed cliche and inaccurate. Within 24 hours, it all disappeared - homes, families and lives alike. A still-young Lora and her younger brother were one of the few that managed to make it, of the single escape ship that managed to survive the ordeal. She wished she could stop crying, that after she cried all her tears, her voice went hoarse, and her heart ached the worst, it would stop. But the pain never stopped.

Lora practically begged to be enlisted in the project to weaponize Framewerks. She wanted so many things, but the only ones she could hope to get were revenge, and hope itself. She would gladly learn to take life if it meant no more had to suffer like she did. She would become stronger, far stronger than she was on that day of defeat, as strong as she needed to be to take down the enemy. And even if she died doing it, Lora was going to bring peace and happiness back to every last human who deserved it.

Notable Deaths: Pretty much anyone she was related to by blood, except her brother. A couple of her close friends also didn't make it.

Other Things: People think that Lora doesn't show her emotions because she is very scarred inside. While they are partly right, she also represses her emotion to ensure she can remain stable during Framewerk combat. It works for the most part, but there are times where she can get a little loose.

-FRAMEWERK-
Code Name: Caliburn

Primary Weapons System:
 The right arm is equipped with an X-02 Lightstriker, a particle cannon with a trio of edged prongs circling the barrel. The weapon accelerates a payload of Tau particles while charging up to one million volts of energy along the prongs, before the whole blast is released in a high-impact bolt.
 The Lightstriker has a great yield with adept stopping power, but is slow to fire and has difficulty piercing through armor. When you're given the ample time to charge the cannon to full capacity, however, that shot is guaranteed to put at least a smoldering crater in most any physical armor imaginable.
 In the event of a close-range hazard, the weapon's prongs are reinforced to act as an emergency melee weapon. Prolonged use is ill-advised, as damage may dramatically hamper the Lightstriker's stability and risk further damage if fired.

Secondary Weapons Systems:
 Equipped on each shoulder blade is a paired GAU-19 heavy rotary cannon and a TOR-VN railgun system. In the event a pilot wants a quicker, more traditional method of dishing out damage, they will switch primary weapons control to this weapons array. It is then armed by flipping them over onto a set of shoulder mounts, a relatively brief process provided there is ample room for it.
 The chainguns and railguns are fired in their respective pairs, the former more rapid and culling while the latter heavier and more accurate; however, both take a bit of time to wind up before they can effectively fire, however less so than the Lightstriker. For safety reasons, the Lightstriker is powered down (even though at that time it cannot be directly controlled anyway) and the upper range of movement for the arms is locked down.

 Also equipped is a pair of infantry-grade missile launchers on the collarbone in front of the shoulder, and a reinforced shield unit on the left arm. Both are designed to be used independently of the major weapons systems - the shield unit especially is designed to withstand most heavier blows, while reinforcing the right arm enough to enable a fair medium of punching and bashing.

Frame Armor Type: Medium-Heavy ; designed to be a powerful weapons platform with a minor in tanking.
Solid Synchro Rate: 100% [MAX!!!]
Special Ability: -CLASSIFIED-

[User]
After the current class session had ended, Koehler had talked to Lorenzo about his business. During this, one other had waited. Patiently waiting her turn to speak.

And when Koehler did leave, Mai approached Lorenzo. She didn't say anything though...from her position, she then took a long look at the holograms that were last displayed.

She then walked over to the hologram of the Cruxi that Lorenzo metioned were at the "ruling castle".

"...sir. I'm assuming you showed THIS particular picture for a reason in my case. If so...yes, this is the Cruxi I saw two months ago in that "vision"...but not the one I saw...the one I saw was real. It moved slightly...looked liked I was actually seeing it...and it "tried" to talk but failed miserably as I said...growls and grunts like no animal I've ever heard..."

Mai moved slightly to a different position to look at the hologram at a different angle.

"...thing is, I know the "reports" on Mari...I mean of my mother sir. The visions tended to be vague or ambiguous. It simply "showed" that something was going to happen but sometimes not always enough to pinpoint exactly what. For all I know...the vision could be telling me a number of things...but two things do come to mind. Best case: I or others were watching some live broadcast of a Cruxi delivering a message of some sort..."

During all this, Mai was talking normal. She did talk like a "drone" or even "monotone" like a robot but ever since she had come clean with Lorenzo and Ritsu about her possible ability, she had decided to act at least a bit "normal" in front of them.

And after Lorenzo and Ritsu had responded to it afterwards, she had found herself unable to hold that grudge on her mother afterwards...hence why she had called her "mother" rather than Maria "Angel" Twilight.

But her voice went back to monotone when she said the second opinion.

"...worse case: myself or someone else could be talking to that Cruxi...perhaps a private meeting or as a P.O.W..."

[Assistant]
In the weeks following the training exercise, Krista had buried herself in her new role as Squad Leader. Between the training they all had to do and her own studies on being a leader she hadn't much time to socialize with the others. The constant reminder of her responsibilities she bore on her shoulders didn't help break the ice either. Then there was the incident between Yeshua and Kohler. She hadn't seen it personally but from what she had heard about it it was pretty gruesome. They both seemed... off ever since.

At the most recent of the Professor's lectures, a question struck her from earlier. After letting the others ask their questions before approaching. "Sir, I have a question about something you brought up earlier. About the difficulties in capturing a Cruxi unit intact."

Lorenzo looked over from his bundle of research notes. "Yes, Officer Reynolds, what is it?"

"You mentioned a while back that certain units would retreat by teleporting. I was wondering if they ever use this offensively?" she said.

The professor stroked his beard when he listened to the question. "Hmm, that is an interesting thought. It wouldn't take them much to adjust what they're already using to materialize weapons or use it some other way. However, considering how recently they started using this technology in this war, I believe even they themselves do not understand the full capability of what they have discovered. Like us, I believe they are also inventing new weapons to overcome us in the arms race. Still, it would be easy to teleport bombs into colonies, yet they haven't done so...most intriguing..." Lorenzo mumbled, deep in thought.

Krista shuddered at the thought of a bomb appearing in her lap without warning. "Do you think it might operate on some sort of homing beacon? Like it can only recall units, not deploy them."

"A plausible theory, Reynolds. Of course, as long as we don't understand how the mechanics related to the phenomenon exactly work we can only guess. But if we were to acquire this technology...oh, it would revolutionize human society. Such an ingenious race to turn it into a mere weapon of war...there is no greater disappointment for a scientist."

Krista sighed. "Too bad learning about them requires being shot at..." she said, "You said that the decision to try and capture one would be at the Squad Officer's choice. Do we have anything that might help take one intact?"

"Why yes, that is correct. Let's see..." Lorenzo scrambled over his papers until he found one. "If we take the concept of the immobilization mine and turn it into an attached weapons system, and a brave pilot would close the distance and apply the freezing agent onto an enemy unit, covering it up...add in the electrifying solution with EMP-generators...Yes! If my hypothesis is correct, that should prevent the unit from self-destructing! But it would have to be applied at extremely close range, and without the unit's weapon systems being hindered. An extremely dangerous situation for any Framewerk pilot. But if one were to succeed, oh, I would get an entire Cruxi mech all for myself, heh heh!" Lorenzo devilishly grinned at the prospect.

Krista put that in the back of her mind as something that might be worth trying later, once the rest of the squad had seen action. "That would be nice. Know your enemy and all that. Going back to the teleportation thing. I was wondering if we knew where they went. Seems like it would be simple enough to tag them with a tracker of some sort."

"Why yes, it would be...if any of the Framewerks who attempted that ever survived. The teleportation function seems to only be reserved for the most advanced models of war machine the Cruxi utilize, and any attempts to place trackers on them only resulted in the poor pilot being shredded or annihilated. They are really defensive about their precious toys, those damn clickers..."

"Ugh... should've realized it wouldn't be easy," she lamented, "Thanks for answering my questions sir. I'll let you get back to what you were doing." She turned around before stopping and facing Lorenzo again. "Actually, one more thing, when do you think we'll have a prototype of that Cruxi-immobilzation weapon?"

"I'll start working on it now, so if my calculations are complete...it should enter production stage in a month or so. If there aren't any malfunctions present, of course." Lorenzo then went back to his pile of papers and looked at them with renewed interest and stamina, as if his brain was running with more gears than usual.

[User]
The passing months were harsh, unaided by the sudden turn of events that had occurred behind her back. Yeshua's incessant debilitating behavior and Koehler's own brand of protective impulsiveness clashes, nearing getting the latter killed. That was nothing to say about the strange actions and demoralizing behavior of Yeshua towards some of the other pilots prior, especially Elora, it seemed. Once the guilty, yet lying cadet was brought up and tried, Lorenzo tipped the scales some and instead enacted some sort of cranial experiment on Yeshua, hoping to cull his sociopathic tendencies manually.

Nevertheless the other cadets didn't take it well, least of all Koehler. After the announcement, Elora ran off and spent the rest of her day alone, crying; as much as Lora wanted to help, she wasn't sure of what she could say about Yeshua, like what happened with Ryan. Koehler was also punished for his aggression, playing 'assistant' to Sergeant Ken (whom reminder Lora of someone that she couldn't quite put her finger on). In some form of compensation, though, he got to refurbish his Frame into a new model.

Lora herself, meanwhile, was quite disconnected from most everyone else. It probably wasn't healthy or necessary, but she wanted to take advantage of the isolation for meditation and other mental strengthening. She would often sit alone in her bunk to perform her breathing exercises, played a passive but attentive role in the lectures, focused hard on the art of the Star Fist (which she became rather good at). To say she was spending her time attempting to do anything but train herself was obviously wrong. There were even times she would pace out to the hangar, trot along the catwalks to reach the Caliburn, merely to stand there at stare at it. Judge it. Determine what exactly lay within that she could conquer.

Needless to say, Lora's prowess in the simulations improved. Her already above-average Synchro Rate ensured she was the first to reach 100% hard synchronization potential, and she did everything in her power to keep it there throughout the simulations. In fact, she was in one of the trainer chambers right now, taking a virtual Caliburn out on another test run in a virtual solo mission. She had insisted, in recent times, to crank up the difficulty of the sims higher than the cadets would typically be given. Though Lora never yet managed to actually complete one of those solo missions emblazoned with additional difficulty, the experience seemed to speak volumes with her.

After failing yet again in this hard mission sim, Lora was ejected from the system where she pulled herself out of the harness. The local operator present was happy to help, but Lora declined the offer as usual. This time, she had actually to make progress in the mission, but had gotten triple-teamed again by the Cruxi mechs after being pinned down by artillery.

The ace pilot and junior officer yet continued to keep to herself, pacing down the corridors en route to the hangar again. Noboyd could say for sure why she did this, but Lora knew. Those noises, those whisperings at the edges of her consciousness - they couldn't be fragment of her own imagination. They were there, and they weren't from her. It had to be the machine, the advanced control AI built into the Framewerk to sustain and translate the pilot's actions into its own. As their synchronization grew, the Frame aligned with her more and more until their minds were fusing together.

Or so she theorized, anyway. Not that she had attempted to put this into words for anyone yet.

Less than an hour later, Lora could be found standing at the catwalk stationed around the Caliburn, leaning on the handrail to observe the Framewerk. It was inanimate as ever while Lora was outside it, but she tried to think that she could still resonate with it somehow. Belief in such spiritual mojo wasn't very tactful for a scientific operation dependent on some of humanity's most advanced technologies yet, but it was one of the blocks Lora was raised upon. It hadn't meant to survive the trip through basic training and the depths of the XJ9 program, but here it was now.

Her thoughts drifted back to her brother. After all this time, Lora hadn't even sent so much as a message to him. How was he holding up through all of this? Surely, he didn't think poorly of her for not responding for a while?


[System]
Still room?

Penelope [-]

 When she's in her aquatic form, her legs fuse to form a green, scaly tail with a delicate fin. The scales are far closer to a snake's than a fish's.
Alias: N/A

Nickname: Penny, Aquagirl

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Year: First

Birthday: February 16

Sign: Pisces

Species: Sirens are the darker side of merfolk, not necessarily evil or malicious, but far more likely to bear those traits. They can breathe both water or air, and their lower fins transform into legs when out of water. Their most prominent and disturbing physical feature is their teeth, which do not change between forms. They are long and needle-like, evolved for spearing fish.

Class: Seamaster
The seamaster is at home aboard a ship, with the wind at their back and salt spray in their face. A true maritime expert, the seamaster is proficient in sailing, water magic, and close-quarters combat.

Weapon: A steel cutlass named Seacutter, enchanted to be as easy to swing in water as in air.

Lucis

Biography: Penelope is the daughter of a merfolk Duchess, and as such, grew up in a life of luxury with servants to wait on her hand and fin. However, her mother ticked off the King with so many sleights, he revoked her titles and land. The family is still living comfortably, but it's a step down from where they were. Penelope sees her time at the academy as a chance to start climbing the social ladder and regain her family's status.

Partner: Willing to partner with anyone

Personality: The first thing people notice about Penelope is that she snarks with the best of them. Her natural instinct is to treat both bad news and outright danger with sarcasm. If one can get through her tough exterior, which isn't easy, she start feeling more comfortable around them.

Strange abilities and traits: Sirens have an innate affinity for water magic. Powerful sirens have been known to dispel storms at sea and lift entire lakes from their beds, even turning their entire bodies into living water, but right now, Penelope's powers are barely enough to fill a small bathtub

Hypnotic Song: All Sirens have a song that can hypnotize weak-willed members of the opposite sex. However, it will not work on mechanical lifeforms.

Fears/weaknesses: Penelope often sets high expectations for herself, and berates herself if she fails to meet them. She also will not work well with individuals who aren't similarly driven. She's also afraid of being stuck underground.

Other: Has an excellent head for mathematics

[User]
736

The flight to on the griffin had been fairly uneventful. In fact, the griffin seemed to not even acknowledge 736, briskly leaving at its first opportunity. It came as somewhat of a shock that no one reacted to 736's arrival. His appearance usually elicited some form of disgust or fear, but not so here. 736 was careful to note that, in fact, this place seemed to be much more cosmopolitan than the backwoods village he had once orbited. Truth be told, he was far from the strangest thing there.

The message on the loudspeaker relayed the information to the student body, though it took its damn time about it. In addition, 736 was slightly taken aback. "What a paragon of consummate professionalism" he muttered in a deep, raspy voice.

Only upon entering the designated facility was 736 struck by precisely the verisimilitude of the student body, seeming to pull the oddest outliers from every corner of both worlds. As 736 saw it, they were a perfect cross-section of extremes, ready to be observed and tested. 736 probably would have even smirked slightly, seeing the opportunities he had been granted to learn about the human condition, if his facial nerves hadn't been so sloppily assembled.

On the subject of bizarre people, the figure that loomed over the crowd was no exception. Something about the child irritated 736, yet he couldn't help but find him intriguing. 736 made a mental note to inquire further.

At Ier-Briar Thorn's request, 736 reached below his seat. There, he found a slip of paper (and around 80 dead spiders). The paper was slightly crumpled, as if it had been used for something else, a theory further supported by what appeared to be a crude drawing of 1/3 of a rabbit on the corner of the paper. Still, the largest detail was, naturally, the number 09, written hastily in pencil.

[Assistant]
Zarbaha
Zar strode into the main hall and quickly found a seat. She was silent as she observed other students on their way in. Some had been attending the Academy for a while now and they were relatively unimpressed with the ceremony to come. Others were clearly first years, probably wandering into the main hall by mistake with wide eyes. She kept to herself, however, and her attention promptly to the front at the crush of a microphone.
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Dagny
When the microphone was crushed between the Headmaster's tiny hands, Dagny wondered if that was even allowed. Sure, he was the Headmaster, but if she pulled the same stunt she'd probably face detention. As she sat, her gaze flickered about at the other students. Now that it was quiet save for the Headmaster's droning, she occupied herself with thoughts on the fresh meat. The lineup was pretty dull save for one--you had your run-of-the-mill humanoids, but also a Frankenstein-like creature. Wow, Dagny thought, her gaze pulling away.

As she did, students bent over and she looked around and then up at the Headmaster in confusion. Fuck, she should've been listening. She looked beside her and watched as the student fished a piece of paper out from under her seat. Dagny followed suit and found a number under her seat: 3546.

[User]
Amon entered the building gratefully, glad to have gotten away from the wind and snow. Now out of the elements, she vigorously shook her head to to free herself of the snowflakes clinging to her head and irritating her ears. Once in the room she saw that the veteran students seemed to be arranging themselves into the layered pews, quickly perceiving that they seemed to be separating by their classes, or grades, or whatever it had said in that brochure they separated by. Amon noted as the pews went higher, the groups numbers seemed to decrease rapidly staring the fourth year.

No longer needing to shield herself from the elements, Amon's tails ceased covering her body, flowing out behind her as she made her way to the lowermost pews, gaining a few annoyed glares as her tails brushed into peoples faces as the trailed, a smirk playing across her lips. Despite all her thoughts that she should remain unseen, Amon felt the urge to show off, if only a bit and had always taken great pride in her tails. With that thought she glanced back, smirk turning into a grimace as she saw that they had actually become quite unkempt, fur sticking out at odd angles, no doubt from the trip in, with the wintery winds certainly doing nothing to help.

This new crisis suddenly took a monopoly of her attention, rushing to find one of the bottom pews and sitting quickly, paying no mind to those who might be sitting near to her. She was soon enthralled with doing her best to smooth down the fur that seemed to be fighting back at her.

She barely noted the introduction of the headmaster, bemoaning the fact that she hadn't been allowed to bring any of her own affects with her on the trip, on account of them being 'processed as evidence' when she had left. Amon rolled her eyes at the grandiose announcement of the headmaster, focusing on a particularly stubborn tangle, when she noticed those around her pulling something from under their seats. Unsure of what was going on, Amon reached under hers as well, grimacing as she found a hard piece of gum as well as the paper, and brought only the latter back with her. After a moment's hesitation, looking between the state Fox her tails and the piece of paper, she gave into defeat, realizing she'd have to grab some grooming supplies first chance, and studied the paper.

It was an innocuous looking thing having no more than number 297 written on it. With a puzzled expression she turned it over, looking for some sort of explanation, before giving up and watching the others, worried she may have missed something important in her earlier frenzied state.

[Assistant]
A small wave of panic hit Mia as she was jostled in the throng of students, the constant stream of data doing little to quell the uneasiness running through her. Perhaps this wasn't the best place for the shy girl after all, as she tried to keep some control being pushed forward into the main hall as everyone dispelled towards seats. The older more assured beings making their way towards the front of the assembly as the rest filed into seats in some for a hierarchy the girl assumed watching them.

In an attempt to escape the crowd, Mia attempted to free herself by inching slowly to the edge of the throng, but failed to notice that upon entering the Main Hall the crowd lessened causing her to stumble into a row almost tripping and landing on a blue haired boy (Varren) her face flushing bright red, "S-so-sorry!!" the girl stuttered out quickly straightening herself looking down, before giving up and sitting a seat down from the boy. Muttering to herself, she shook her head reprimanding her foolish actions; this was a chance for a fresh start and become a more assertive person.

Lost in her thoughts Mia failed to notice the small figure make its way up onto the stage until the ear splitting feedback echoed when the mic was crushed, covering her ears as she winced her attention firmly drawn to the stage blinking twice at the small human looking person announced himself in a rather colorful and superior way. A quick flicker of her eyes drew the stream of data focused on the headmaster out onto her glasses as she looked over the data curiously, most of it was missing sections but what he had said about himself matched what she could find. "Guess I was expecting something a little less startling..hah…" she murmured to herself dismissing the data back into the constant stream, once more having neglected to pay attention to the announcements. She would have to pull up the recording and give it a proper listen later.

Mimicking everyone else the girl reached down under her chair to withdraw a slip of torn paper, as if it was haphazardly ripped from a notebook and scribbled across it was a neat and pristine 69 a strange contrast to the tinged and worn paper, tilting her head curiously Mia looked around in the same confusion as everyone else before looking back towards the stage wondering just what she was in store for.

[User]
Yuga's arrival to the academy wasn't worth noting. Her trip through the Black Gale was equally uninteresting as it was oddly peaceful, and the scenery appeared to be the same as the last time she had gone through it back in her days at the academy. She wasn't sure if this was because the Black Gale was more static than Yuga had remembered or something else entirely. She still recorded everything she saw in the event her creators pick up on something she didn't. Upon landing at the Academy grounds Yuga bowed towards her Griffon and thanked it for it's services.

And announcement was made shortly after her arrival for all students to head towards the main hall. Yuga could already see a crowd of students make their way towards the hall so Yuga just followed them. Her feet made a soft crunching sound in the snow, leaving behind hand-shaped prints in the immaculate white. Yuga made records of each of the students she saw in the event that she would see more of them and took record of their appearance, belongings, demeanor, and even voice if she could hear and isolate it from the rabble. Everyone looks sufficiently prepared for the school, but would they have the skills to back up their equipment?

Eventually Yuga found her way into the main hall and found herself a place to sit. She had to manipulate her auxiliary arms in such a way that she wouldn't end up accidentally hitting someone else, but they were a bit tedious to maneuver. Yuga sat patiently and waited for the opening speech. When Ier arrived Yuga already knew that this wasn't going to be a long speech. Ier was never really the type to care about professionalism, as Yuga figured. She guessed it was due to being politically untouchable; the position of Head Master was important to both Lucis and Earth and neither side could would react well if their Head Master was fired. It also made things no easier since Ier was practically immortal and liked to flaunt it. Yuga's handlers disliked Ier and made it known to her that they wanted him replaced, but only if they could find someone better to take his position. She wasn't sure why they told her this, though she assumed that at some point she'd have a hand in the change in power.

After Ier's speech he told everyone to look under their seat for a number. Yuga reached down and pulled out a slip of paper with the number 297. She assumed that someone somewhere in this crowd had another slip of paper with her number. Yuga was curios as to what the faculty wanted them to do if they found their person with their number. A simple meet-and-greet perhaps? Would this determine their partners for the year? Yuga couldn't say for certain. So Yuga started to see if she could pick up on the school's WiFi signal.

[Assistant]
The speech was over, if it could be called a speech in the first place. Penelope had to admit, she thought she would get along well with the Headmaster. They were both subtle as sledgehammers, more concerned about action than words.

She dug out a piece of paper from under her seat. The number 11 was scrawled on it in poor handwriting. A room number, perhaps? Truth be told, she had no idea what the number meant, so she sat back down and wait for further instructions to clear her confusion.