[System]
"I enjoy your eyes...because when I look deep enough I can see my own reflection"
Nicknames/Titles: "Just call me Cupid darling" (His mother had a sense of humor)

Age: looks 25 (real age is 395)

Gender:Male

Race: Fallen angel

Sexuality:Heterosexual

Appearance notes: Often seen with black and white wing tip oxfords, only tattoo is an anatomical heart, wings go from white on top to a deep burgundy red at the bottom feathers, light pink eyes.

Class:
-Weaponry: "How to stab things close to you and how to stab things at a distance darling" Daggers, knives, and archery (non magical)

-Winds: How to summon and control winds "Generally one controls them carefully darlings...very carefully"

Magic:
-Mentis Magic:: Desire

Basically, he can figure out an individual's deepest desires by asking them, it becomes a type of truth serum as he continues talking. Can also be used to get what he wants. Can make people keep talking, or allow him into confidential areas.
-Prima Magic: Wind

controls winds from making a light breeze to creating a strong tornado.
-Mentis Magic: Illusion

Can create illusions to foll a mind/minds. Can make individuals see their worst nightmares or their best dreams. Can make a person go insane if used long enough.

Strengths:
-Desire: Makes him an excellent self detective. Allowing for him to find out if someone is lying, or if they are boring. Depends on the situation. This does not require much mana. The rest is more powerful in that he gets away with more. Much like a jedi mind trick.
-Wind: Very useful with arrows, tornados can be extremely destructive and very effective.
-Illusions:can make people see what he wants them to see.

Weaknesses:
-Desire: Requires a lot of focus, if his focus is removed the individual is no longer affected. The more he tries to get away with the more concentration and the more mana required.
-Wind: The more powerful the wind the more difficult to control the more mana required along with more concentration. Generally does not make tornadoes.
-Illusions: The more complex the more mana the more concentration the more draining. Same with amounts of people he is trying to use illusions on at a time. The more people, the more mana, the harder to do.

Catalyst:
 None

Inventory: A flip phone, some cash with a money clip, and a three sided knife he likes to call heart breaker....because it does a lot of damage.

Familiar: none...yet? "I would love a bird dearie"

Squad Name: none

Pesonality: Egotistical,where he loves himself more then others. Though if met with a strong personality that can stand their own, he may grow fond of them. His teaching style is more patient unless a student pushes him, then he cracks down on them....or volunteers them for apple duty. No one likes apple duty. (This may be shown in IC. It is quite humerus and the student isn't in any real danger he just makes them think that to straighten them out) He considers himself perfect and can tend to get on others nerves...it takes someone with an equal amount of confidence or wit to be able to handle him.

Backstory:
Cupido was born to a demon and an angel. Unfortunately for the angel, the demon killed him. (He has never wondered or asked about his father) His mother taught him magic, and shaped his personality. Along with magic, he also developed Houdini level escape arts. Leaving him able to escape out of most trappings and be smug about it later. Unlike most, he welcomes his duality and sees it more as an advantage then a burden. His English accent comes from living in England, the velvety sound comes from his mother. When he realized his powers were more then his mother could teach him he went to the school. And stayed...deciding to teach some of what he has learned to others. Surprisingly being a patient teacher with a bit of a strict side when pushed.

Other: He says darling and dearie...a lot

[User]
It was Arthur's first class of the year. He sat at his desk, waiting for students to file in. When at last most of the seats were filled and it didn't seem like anyone was coming Arthur stood, moved to close the door to his class, the last person through had left it upon, and Arthur returned to his desk. He didn't sit though. Instead he stepped to the black board behind him, picked up a piece of chalk, and in clear simple script wrote his name, 'Arthur Wick'.

Turning back around Arthur said "I am Arthur Wick, I'm going to be teaching you all how to burn people to death. I would prefer if none of you actually killed any of your classmates, or burned down the school. I assure you, none of you would be the first to try, nor the last person to die at this school because of it." Arthur grinned before saying, "I won't be teaching anyone anything today however, as it is the first day and it'd be rather dull of me to do so. So instead I'm going to hand out some food, set this room on fire, and leave. When I'm out you can all leave at your leisure." Arthur would then take up a rather large box of donuts which had been resting on his desk. He slowly walked between the desks handing out the treat. With devilish glee Arthur watched the faces of the students while walking between the desks. Many of them didn't think he was honest about setting the room on fire, some of them realized he was sincere and Arthur was rather fond of the look of fear in their eyes as they considered their options. Some of the students had attended the class in prior years and knew this was happening, they had smug faces as watched their classmates with the same evil glee in their eyes as their teacher's. The box of donuts empty Arthur moved to the front of the class, and then dropped a single spark onto the ground, igniting a before unseen indent in the floor, leading up through the classroom, and in that moment fire was everywhere, between all the desks though none of the fire close enough to actually ignite the desks, for the most part at least. Of course a wayward spark or two would catch some of the flimsy wooden desks but the desks occupants would be gone from the burning desk by then regardless.

Arthur stepped out, nodding to the nurse assistant who was waiting outside the door. After a few years of doing this he had gotten a medic to wait outside the door to help anyone who got burned. Arthur walked away, planning out the rest of his day. "I love this job. Shame Red wasn't attending but I suppose she doesn't really need a introductory class anyways. Maybe I'll go visit her then." Arthur said to himself as he walked the halls towards the nearest exit. If Iravis didn't attend his class it would mean she was getting a job, and if she did that then she would have talked with the Headmistress, so Arthur might as well see if she needed cheering up.

[Assistant]
Mugi and Meria

Mugi was glad that she could do what she wanted and excited to start her Shaved Ice stand. Now she just needed the flavour syrups, little cups to hold the product, maybe some buckets of water would make it easier. So many things to get together that she was glad she had a week to get it all together. That being said. . . "Where am I going? I've not figured this place out yet." The Headmistress said the Head Chef and the kitchen but. . . She just got there that day, and didn't know where the kitchen was. Maybe she should ask someone? She looked around but found no one in sight. "Ugghhh."

Meria walked in the halls, examining her surroundings a bit as she walked. Soon, she noticed something that she had much rather ignored. However, the girl was adorable and who was cruel enough to ignore a troubled girl? She walked over to the girl and realized that she had a cold aura around her. Ooh~ a Yuki-Onna? Being a Japanese woman that grew up hearing about these ---errr Japanese tales?--, she knew that this would be what you called a Yuki-Onna or ice queen, meh whatever. "Are you lost?" she smiled kindly at the girl. How old was she? I don't think she's a little kid or anything but... Is she the same age as me?

Mugi smiled happily. She thought about how glad she was there was another person. "I guess you could call it that." She pondered on it for a second and nodded a comfirmation before having a revelating look come over her face. "But where are my manners, my name is Mugi." With that she took a slight bow and showed Meria the letter the Headmistress had handed her earlier. "The headmistress told me to talk to the Head Chef, but I got a little lost on the way to the Kitchen. Or, maybe it's better to say I just don't know the way yet." She gave a slightly pleading look to the other girl hoping she'd offer to help.

Meria looked down at the paper. She had done a bit of exploring around the school and knew where she was going. "Oh! You're going to the same place as me. I'll guide you." with that she dismissed the girl's pleading look with a reasurring smile and started to walk forwards, expecting the girl to follow.

Mugi jumped up and down excitedly and hugged the girl lightly before letting go and following her to the kitchen where they both presented their respective letters to the Head Chef

Meria's eyes widened when she was suddenly hugged. Touchy, I suppose.

The Head Chef seemed like a nice man and they were easily presented their things to get started. What was she doing though? "What are you making? You're obviously cooking but what specifically? she asked, a questioning look on her face. She was a Yuki-Onna, so probably something cold?
DUNEEE

"You can't tell?" Mugi asked her newfound acquaintance. Well, it might be difficult without the rest of the product. "I'm making a shaved ice stand!" The Yuki-Onna almost shouted in joy, but settled on excited. She wasnt sure on what to do with the shack yet, but she'll figure that out soon. Maybe she should find someone that can help make a mobile cart, or maybe just a giant igloo. Too hard to tell at the moment. "It's fun, right?!"

Shaved ice...? Meria had a bit of a sour look on her face but quickly swept it away, not wanting to offend the girl. She didn't like shaved ice. Not only did they have no flavor, but they also gave you terrible "brain freezes". Meria nodded her head, it did indeed look fun to make at least. It just wasn't fun for her to eat. "I'm sure you'll make it wonderfully." she said, a sincere tone as she spoke. The least she could do was be kind and practically wish her good luck on its progress. "Just tell me if you need any help and i'll glady help." with that, she smiled kindly and walked over to a cabinet.

Hmmm... She wanted to make something simple, delicious, and easy to make. She was going to need to make it for many people after all. Gyudon (beef bowl) and ramen perhaps~
Meat for those that liked meat and vegetarian ramen for those that couldn't have meat.

"I'm sure I can handle it. Shaved ice is like the dessert of my people! We use our powers to make the purest, most fresh ice we can, shave it up and pour the flavoring syrup on. I personally like the Blue Rhaspberry one." Mugi wasn't usually one to prattle on, but it was her one pride, making ice based desserts that was. Still, she was trying to think of the best way to actually shave up the ice. Ehh, maybe there was something with the stuff the Head Chef offered her. "What's your favorite dessert flavor? Strawberry? Lemon? Are you a weirdo that likes Grape?"

Meria smiled at her confidence and paused from looking through the cabinet and glanced at her. My favorite.. flavor? Hmmmm... I guess strawberry is my favorite but honestly nightmares were the best. "Haha, I like strawberry but... i'm more into nightmares." she said with a smile. Soon, she realized that she had completely forgotten to introduce herself. "My name is Meria by the way. Nice to meet you." God. Did my manners always suck this much? I really need to practice more.

Nightmares? What could that mean? Could Meria be one of those species that feasted on dreams? In all honestly, Mugi could not remember what it was called, but it was something the Elder talked about a long time ago. Not them in particular, just of different types of Youkai. "There's no nightmare flavored syrup, so there is no helping you in that particular. So, I'll make you a Strawberry one for helping me! I'm glad I made a new friend."

Nightmare flavored syrup would probably taste... disgusting~ Meria though to herself, chuckling at the idea. She shook her head at the consideration "That's fine. You don't need to. I'm glad to have made a new friend as well but really, you don't need to make me one. Hmmm... Meria didn't want to sound too rude so she added something to the end. "I'm not really good with cold food. Thank you though." I would rather have her get finished than waste her time on me who would probably dislike it after all.

"I see." Mugi muttered slightly disheartened. It was a bit sad, but everyone had their own preferences after all. "Well, I understand I guess. I'm no good with hot foods. Well, not too often." She went around and gathered some of the things that she could use and was glad to see a hand-crank item that would act well enough as an ice grinder. "I wonder if I could request them order something for me." She muttered to herself. She wondered if the Head Chef or the Headmistress would be the better option for that but pushed it back in her mind.

In her thoughts, Mugi started looking around the room for what she needed to start up her little stand, but her eyes caught sight of the clock. "Oh my! Did it really get that late?" She needed to get planning on everything else about the stand. "We'll meet again, right?" She asked Meria while collecting the few things she noticed. "Well, I'm sure we will. Until next time." She said excitedly as she headed out the door and left for her dorm.

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Cupido finished off his tea and went back to his office. There he polished a few of his weapons wondering how many of the students caught the 'at least part' for purchasing a bow. He then wondered how many more would read through the rest of the syllabus and realize his weapons class is broken up in sections...the first being bow and arrow. He chuckled, they would find out in due time. His winds class went similarly, for that the only suggestions he had for supplies were sketch pads and Chinese stress balls They are meant to be held in one's hand and rotated. Which he realized could sound very wrong, but those without perverted mind would be able to handle it. The reason for those is that they help relax the person and enable them to clear their minds. This winds class is also broken up between calm, defensive and offensive wind use. With calm being first.

After he place the sword back in its place he exits the building and headed toward the library. He had been trying to learn a new skill and wasn't having too much luck since he had advanced his magic so much in his specific abilities. Of course, even if he was not able to gain a new skill at least he could understand something new. His wings folded neatly as he walked, then tightened as he went through the entrance to the library...the world of books. And apparently also small living arrangements....how...quaint.


[System]
Alias:
Goddess of the Summons

Gender:
Female.

Domains/Portfolios:
Magic (Summoning)

Domains/Portfolio Description:
The Domain of Magic, a Domain which holds many secrets and mysteries. A Domain which can both create and destroy, heal or injure. Astarte uses arcane energy to influence the world and her subjects, but her specialization lies in using such energy to call forth various creatures from her own personal plane of existence; creatures which range from dogs to ghouls and to awe inspiring phoenixes.

Alignment:
Indifferent. Astarte doesn't believe in the existence of good and evil, and just does what makes her happy.

Personality:
Astarte doesn't think much about herself, if at all. In her own words, she's just 'there', experiencing things and enjoying what life as a Goddess can offer her. She enjoys using her hands and her avatars can often be seen both building things and creating shoddy art in their spare time. To Astarte, nothing's more important than seeing her creations grow and mature; she also deems it important that they become a positive influence on the world, eventually.

She often wonders how it would feel to be a mortal and go through the life she's provided for her creations. She gets somewhat lonely whenever she thinks of the topic.

Appearance:
- Preferred form

- Form when speaking to mortals

Musical Theme:
Meant to Be

Description:
Astarte, the Goddess of the Ranges, is a very approachable Goddess. She's friendly and helpful to those who mean well to her and her creations. She's also a romantic, often showering her favorite mortals with things to love and cherish for as long as they live.

[User]
Name:
Arguis

Might
0
3 used to level up, another used to place his power inside the Orb.

Level
2

Domains/Portfolios:
Knowledge
(Nigh Omniscience)

Musical Theme:

Normal:
Feather

War Theme:
Enfin Apparu

Arguis watched as the rest of brethren were being born. It was not a surprise for him, since the second he came into existence he knew of almost all things. It was impossible to surprise Arguis, but that did not mean he could make the situation fun for him anyway. He watched Astarte come into existence, the goddess of Ranges. She had the ability call forth her own creations, Summoning Magic to be specific. Her power would be extremely useful on the field of battle. The summoning of powerful beasts would help in future battles, that, he knew. He also knew that it would be a power sought after by his brethren, hence power struggles.

Arguis could not help but chuckle when he heard Astarte utter the first word ever in the universe. Although he saw it coming, it was hilarious to actually heat it come out of her mouth. "Wow!" Arguis breathed as he wiped a tear from his eye. "You'll get a kick out of that in a few hundred years when you see that in the history books." He said holding his belly, trying to quell the pain in his stomach from all his laughing.

Then there was Undasis, the Woman of the Waters. She would not be useful until they actually had a planet to put water on. Once that happened, then the real fun would begin, one third of the planet would be water, making her a very powerful ally and enemy. Not to mention the fact that Kraken was an unsatisfiable beast with a plan to take over the world, at least in the near future. His plan would probably be detrimental to Arguis, so war between them was imminent.

Ferghus was then born, the god of Forges and Fire and what not. He would be like Astarte, sought out after like a piece of meat thrown into the midst of hungry dogs. His power would land him in the middle of a battle he wanted no part of. Loyalties were thrown out the window for him, he worked for those who gave him what he wanted, but that could also prove detrimental.

Sauranath the Dragon god. To Arguis, he saw no use, sure he was a dragon, but as they grew older then tended to be, a bit cynical. Sure there would be plenty of wise dragons, but what use were they when the had him. Arguis felt that his birth into the universe was wasted. He would bring nothing useful into the universe besides some flying reptiles. If Arguis could convince Astarte to chain him and his kind up, they could be used as summons, unfortunately, Astarte's power could only be used for her own creations.

Arguis then glanced at Escre, god of Life. Now this was an extremely useful god, his knack for creation would also be sought after, but he was a much more serious god. It would hard to just walk up to him and ask him to do something, unless it was. Escre was similar to Vowzra, he really did not understand them, although he knew a lot about them. Having knowledge of them was much more different than having an understanding.

Chaos and Order were just there, they basically kept everything in balance. The gods that kept the universe in check would be Vowzra, Escre, Arguis, and Evelynn, although she was on of those gods he did not understand.

Arguis was thrown out of his thoughts when he saw Invictus summon an orb of energy. Arguis already saw this coming, he already knew that the ball did, and what would happen when he touched it, that did not mean he was ready for the feeling it would give him. Arguis watched Vowzra as he touched the black sphere, the egg in which would birth the world into existence. The ball came to Arguis, and without hesitation he placed his palm on the ball. Instantly he felt something that even he could not understand. It was as if he was being sucked into a black hole, his whole being was being broken apart, as if every atom that made up his body was being pulled into one small point. As quickly as it began it dissaperaed, the ball left him and went on to his brethren. Arguis watched it go, a thin string of his essence was connected to his palm, which was still trailing behind the orb. "Never doing that again." he mumbled despondently.

[Assistant]
Escre - the Great Spirit
Might: 0 - 3 used to level up, 1 expended to empower orb

When the words of its creators pierced the ethereal emptiness, Escre froze, rapt at attention. It needn't have heard more to discern that it had been summoned. Without even considering the possibility of an alternative, Escre made an immediate about-face and drifted back toward the region of space and possibility that contained the unimaginable beings called Invictus and Fate. As it ascended, it felt the beat of godly spirits coming closer, and a sweeping look from side to side confirmed that the other deities, too, had heeded the call. This did not astonish the warden, of course, for none of them could flippantly disregard the will of the gods of gods. Those that Escre had not before seen drew nearer, and for the first time, the tempo of their spirits, too, reverberated through it. Escre hung in the nothingness, waiting with bated breath for future instruction.

It said, did, and thought nothing as it witnessed the miracle. Truly, the furthest-flung spheres of the imagination were but baby steps for the majestic, infinite power of Invictus and Fate, for as Escre's pale eyes fixed unswervingly on the gathering orb, its power chilled Escre's own spirit. This was the raw stuff of creation, a fickle and uncanny substance capable of making or unmaking anything. Insignificance was not something Escre and its kin were made to feel—unless their gods of gods willed that the lesser gods knew their place.

In the rhythm of the orb Escre began to detect a pattern, something only a grandmaster of spirits might feel. The singularity of endlessness within that orb strummed an ethereal tune, not unlike the beat of a soul but ever more intangible, like beating a drum versus picking up water. The futility of understanding it frustrated Escre, trying to convince it that it was nothing but a mere cog in the machine, without a separate existence, and only part of something bigger. That could not be right. Escre could not question its creators, but it could wonder at the threads of song weaving through the nothingness. The gods of gods had given the Great Spirit a purpose; if it was not its own being, then it could not carry out that purpose. As the universe orb finally stood still, perched at the fingertips of Invictus, Escre whispered into the dark, I am.

The orb came its way third, after visiting and partaking of Vowzra and Arguis. Escre let go of its lantern and scythe. The others had placed their palms on the orb, evidently in order to give it something of theirs. Escre wasn't quite sure what the orb would do after collecting something from each of the gods, but it understood that unknown result as a cooperative venture. For a moment Escre stared at the orb, unsure. What could it give of itself to something so important? It held up its hands. One was empty metal, and the other empty cloth. In essence, Escre was emptiness, devoid of body...but plentiful in spirit.

Escre bowed its head slowly, and with utmost gentleness pressed its head against the orb. Colors and sounds exploded through its mind, the wavelength and frequency of a trillion spirits beating in harmony, and just as quickly they were gone, leaving only a ringing pain in their wake. Escre floated back, but the orb had already whirred off to its next subject. The warden's mind was fuzzy, but its spirit now beat as brightly as any of the other gods.

Perhaps even more.

[User]
Astarte, Goddess of the Ranges
Might: 0
used 4 at the orb, Astarte's now level 2

One by one the others came forth into existence, names filing into Astarte's head. But instead of focusing on them or the feelings that came with their presence, she shook herself free of the dust gathered around her, laughing with Arguis when he spoke to her. "I believe that word represents what everyone feels right now." She said.

Then Invictus and Fate acted once more. Invictus called forth an energy. An energy so powerful that eventually, it grew so grand that it blotted out the presence of Astarte's brothers and sisters. She felt insignificant when faced with such power. 'If only one of them can do this--Then why did they create us?' Astarte thought. Yet she felt something. This energy, it called to her. She wanted to touch it, feel it, to become one with it. Instead, a voice in the back of her head kept her locked in place.

The view was amazing. So much blinding energy in one place was unbelievable, and while Astarte understood and felt the danger the energy posed, she also felt compelled to embrace it and to make it her own.

Then the energy... Imploded? It became a small orb. Dark and unnaturally silent and smooth. First it went to Vowzra, then to Arguis and Escre. And then it came to Astarte. It came to a stop in front of her.

First, she leaned in close, trying to see anything of what was in it. Once that failed, she tried to listen to anything other than its silence. That failed too. For a split moment, she thought of trying to taste it, but she remembered Arguis' reaction and words and pulled back. After contemplating the orb for another moment, Astarte put her hand on it.

It lasted less than a second. In under that second, she felt her whole self being stretched and squished. The pain was bearable though, if only for the fact she was still excited at being alive and watching such great energy. Once she pulled her hand away, a thin violet string originating from her palm was attached to the orb, which went on its way to the next God.

Astarte watched it move for a while. Then she shivered and held herself, a nervous smile on her face. "I feel more alive after touching it. I'd touch it again if it wasn't so extreme."


[System]
Notable parents: Baralai and Paine

Age: 21

Hair color: White

Eye color: Red

Appearance: 5'6 Wears black, like his mother. Black pants with a tight white tee shirt. He normally wears a black leather jacket. He also wears black combat boots.

Weapons: Two Ka-bar Knifes shown below.

Fighting style: Because of his athletic build he really quick on his feet and uses his surroundings to his advantage, also using his skills as a Blitzer to get around. He can throw any of his weapons with pinpoint accuracy, use both knifes to fight. Along who's his knifes he is very proficient in grappling techniques, as they go hand and hand with knife fighting.

Also as a secondary non leathal is a collapsible six foot metal bowstaff. Which he is also proficient in, but it is a secondary.

Skills:
-Extremely Athletic
-Free runner

Shortcomings:
-Too Trusting in others,
-Does not Believe in himself, second guesses himself

Occupation: Ex-Blitzball star, Adventurer

Biography: Gippal was named after a family friend, the leader of the machine faction. He grew up in Bevelle with his parents because of his father who is still the leader of Yevon. His mother didn't want him to grow up as a brat so she took him to Besaid every year for the summer to lived and visit with Yuna and the rest of her guardians who did the same for their kids.

In Besaid he would grow to love Blitzball and often play with Tidus and Wakka to train as well as his friends. But when he was 16 he decided to go out on his own, make a name for himself and not under the name of his father as son of the leader of New Yevon. He took up work as sword for hire, helping caravans travel by protecting them. He also hunted down marks of Fiends that are dangerous.

He also made a name for himself playing Blitzball for the Zanarkand Abe's . He managed to get on the team when he scored five goals in a scrimmage in an open practice. He played for the Abe's for 4 years then left the team suddenly to Besaid to join the Aurochs in the upcoming tournament, which is a huge uproar In the world of Blitzball.

Personality: He is normally in the spotlight due to his fame but he doesn't like it, he tends to take the lead because people look to him as a leader. He cares for his friends and wants to do good and looks to help anyone in need.

Living or arriving in Besaid?: Arriving by airship.

[User]
After a restful night, it was time to set up for the Blitzball game in Besaid in order to determine the team that would be in the tournament. The two famous teams known as the Besaid Aurochs and the Zanarkand Abes. Known rivals to be the top team of Blitzball. Their games were always a interesting watch, which is why so many people came to Besaid. No one really wanted to miss this match. Especially after hearing the famous striker Gippal, who had finally made a return to Blitzball after a five year absence, was newly appointed as a striker for the Besaid Aurochs. Making one of the best strikers and defenders on the same team. Course at the moment, didn't feel that way.

Currently, the teams were getting ready in their respected team lockers, Alex of course being there. Glaring at her reflection as she wore the uniform of the Besaid Aurochs. Yellow overalls that clung to her body, brown boots and a brown leather like vest under the overalls. She still wore her choker with Valefor's pendant. And wore her armored black knuckled gloves.

Personally, she didn't think she really fit this uniform, it didn't really look good on her but there was little else to do. She wasn't allowed to just wear her usual clothes.

Still, she was mad at Gippal and probably would slug him the moment she saw him if it wasn't for the game. For the team, she had to at least avoid breaking anything on him right before the game. Alex listened to the announcer outside blaring about the excitement and varifying it was almost time to start the game. Grumbling, she cracked her knuckles a little, turning her gaze toward the team.

"Hope you're all ready for this." she said, listening to them cheer which brought a slight grin to her lips.

[Assistant]
Eva made her way towards the temple with her cheeks still flushed. She tried to put the thought out of her head, the thought of her and Gippal together. She sighed as she looked up to the sky, She felt ten times better now compared to yesterday when she was alone. Knowing Urick and Gippal were near by she felt more comforted and brave to take on the world. They were like a security blanket, they were the first ones she knew right when she woke up, her first memory was Gippal and Urick saving her a madman.

After that they traveled all over Spira, protecting each other, spending every night together, they grew very close...the three of them. She shook her head, she should have never had left them in the first place. She almost ran into someone because she was looking into the sky, "Oops...excuse me" She said with a smile, Before moving on her way. She noticed Urick under one of the temple trees and smiled. Still doing his morning routine it looked like. Before she was closer she noticed Saina walk up Urick and start speaking to him. She must have not known Urick doesn't speak to anyone really. She managed to hear a few words and always complemented him and asked him to speak more...but even after two years he didn't improve much. Oh well, it just added to his charm.

She took a few steps forward and hear the last of what she was saying while wringing out her cloak. She came up beside them, waved morning and said, "Hi! If you're trying to get the big guy here to talk he rarely does. I've been trying for two years and it's a miracle still to get two words. Not that he's being rude or anything, it's just because he is shy he's actually an amazing listener. And sometimes some great pearl's of wisdom comes from him." She smiled at them both.

Slapping her hands together, "Alright lets make this quick, The game starts soon and I don't want to miss Gippal playing, I never seen him play. " She looked to Saina, and asked, "Is there anything you need? in Particular? I don't think I'm in need of anything." She then looked to Urick to see if he needed anything.

[User]
Bohdan pondered what Cassius said for a brief moment. "Before I got here I considered trying to visit the temple. I know the ways of Yevon have largely lost favor with the public, but I always thought there were some things about Yevon that were worth preserving. Do you think the temple could yield any useful knowledge, or has it become commercialized?" Bohdan slowly became aware that some people might be offended by his suggestion that it had, but there wasn't much he could do about that now.

"Of course, if that doesn't interest you I have no intention of dragging you along for it. It shouldn't be difficult for us to meet up again either way. ...At any rate, I look forward to travelling with you, Cassius."

[Assistant]
Cassius nodded to Bohdan. "From what I know, which could be way wrong, is that the temple indeed made it's.... lies known. And people still side with it... but... that is all I know. I rather place my faith in something that isn't a subject of politics." He stated critically.

"I'm... feeling a bit sleepy. We should get some rest... and you're more than welcome to stay here." Cassius offered as he than laid across the bed.

"Good night."

[User] Had it really gotten that late? Apparently it had. Bohdan wouldn't normally have been tired, but that fight had worn him out a bit. "Very well then. I will rest here but..." he didn't want to sound rude, it it really didn't have anything to do with the quality of Cassius' house, but he was afraid it might sound that way. "I think I would prefer to sleep outside. I'm much more comfortable there, as that's where I've mostly been sleeping for the past two years. I've slept outdoors for most of my life, in fact. I find it difficult to sleep indoors, it's often too silent for my own good."

[Assistant]
Nai looked at him, her eyes filled with a cold hurt. It actually made him take a step back. " You are late…" She said with indifferent voice." Go change, the match is going to start any moment… if you want to talk so bad, do it after you've at least fulfilled one of your obligations." She stated coldly, a statement that cut him hard, coming from her. She continued towards the staff area." And don't you dare show bad performance out there… The team will look towards you as their captain while Vidina is away. If you screw up now, the morale of the team will suffer for a long time." she added as she turned the corner leaving him behind.

Gippal stood looking at the corner she turned around for a long time. Till he finally jolted himself back to the reality of now. Grinding his teeth he turned and walked into the locker room. Passing his fellow teammates to the only locker still not opened. He opened it and started to undress. After a bit he hesitated before pulling white shirt off.

A few Minutes later Gippal sat down in front of his locker, looking at his own reflection in his small mirror in the door of his locker. He looked ridiculous in this overall like uniform, personally he had hoped this extra uniform didn't fit so he would be able to wear his own clothes. Sadly not. The reason besides it's horrible look was because of the scars all over his chest and back that now could be easily seen, especially one nasty one over his heart. He placed a hand over it and rubbed it gently. He didn't want people to ask questions...

Shaking his head he slammed the locker as he heard Alex say, "Hope you're all ready for this." With a cheer from the rest of the team Gippal stood up and made his way over to Alex. He wanted to explain himself A few of the teammates routed him off.

"Hey man glad your on the team!" The teammate in front of him slapped him on the shoulder, then gripped it and got closer. "Ya I know you are a hotshot who's good friends with Alex Ya? But it's been five years. Alex and I sort of have a thing now, so before you go and try to make any moves on my redheaded Goddess, know that she's taken."

Gippal's red eyes stared blankly at the man infront of him. He then sighed and shook his head. "Look...Abo was it? I'm sure at this moment you have a thousand percent higher chance than me she likes you more than me." At which Abo looked slightly surprised. "Really?"

Gippal nodded and patted Abo's shoulder "Good luck buddy." before leaving him to inflate his own head. He then continued his way towards Alex but as he was about to reach her Tidus walked in and said. "Alright everyone lets show them the reason we deserve to be the champions once again this year! Time to move out!" With that everyone roared a cheer and began running out of the door that lead to the sphere. At which Gippal tried to catch Alex, "Alex wait!" He placed a hand on her shoulder " I need to talk to you about last night..." He then started to hear the announcer introduce the players of the team as they came out. He gritted his teeth again...he should have come earlier.

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Urick opened his eyes slowly as the woman named Saina said softly,"You took my advice."

He looked up to her, dripping wet in front of him with her cloak off. He lowered his eyes, sweat appearing on him again. She was so scantily clothed it was just hard for him not to look. He swallowed hard and tried to focus only on her face. He didn't understand what she had meant before at least not fully, in the temple. But now it clicked. As he realized he was meditating in the temple and how it centered her.

"Not many hear my words in these lands I've travelled, but you have... and for that, I'm grateful." She turned to look at the horizon again, at which he watched her for a moment before she spoke again. "It's funny isn't it... how the sky, and the sea are always at war with each other?"

Urick looked to the sky as well and thought about her words, He looked back to her to notice her thoughtful expression. Strange seeing it after used to such an expressionless face. she clapped her hands in front of herself as she explained her idea a little more.
"They're like vain sisters, always trying to prove themselves more beautiful than the other, lashing out when they don't get their way... Ahaha..."

She closed her vibrant blue eyes to laugh softly at the idea. Relaxing, she removed her cloak from where it was tied on her hip and began to wring it out, her sopping wet hair falling over her shoulder. She looked back at him, her bright eyes open once more and vibrantly glowing in the slight shade of the tree they were under.

"I wonder which you find more beautiful?"

He blinked and looked away the shade of red appearing on his face growing stronger as she looked at him. He thought of her idea and wondered the best answer. They both were truly beautiful. It would be hard to choose between the two. But how would he explain it...Thankfully Eva showed up and joined the conversation explaining his predicament. He only nodded and proceeded to place his armor back onto his arms, quickly cinching the leather straps down. He then stood up, towering over the two women. He shook his head stating he didn't need anything.


[System]
Alias: Arsenal
Age: 17
Powers: None

Weaknesses:
-Lacks Super Abilities: Arsenal is not a meta-human and lacks the abilities many of his companions (and enemies) possess. This also makes Roy somewhat easy to kill by conventional means.

-Highly Addictive to alcohol/drugs: Roy has an addictive personality. He is currently recovering from the consequences of his addictions to fetanyl and alcohol.

Skills:
-Agile: Roy has years of self-training in acrobatics, as well as a few years of training under the watch of the Green Arrow.

-Expert Marksman (Archery): A natural talent of his. Roy has expert proficiency with a bow and arrow.

-Proficiency in wide array of weaponry: Roy has trained with a variety of weaponry over the years, especially as Oliver's sidekick. This makes Roy dangerous in nearly any situation with nearly any weapon.

-Martial Arts Proficiency: Training under the Green Arrow, Roy's regimine was strict and included proficiency in martial arts to keep the sidekick safe in case CQC was necessary.

-Proficiency in Gadgeteering: Roy's unique skill and expertise in crafting gadgets is one of the primary abilities that sets Roy apart from his former mentor. Roy helped to craft Oliver's trick arrows, and uses his skills to develop his own gadgets and trick arrows to help him fight on the same level as meta-humans.

Roy Harper was 4 when his father died. His father was a forest ranger who worked near the Navajo Reservation. A raging fire had broken out in the region, and Roy's father was one to always put other's lives first. He rushed into a burning building to save a child, and later that evening died from his injuries. Roy was taken in by the tribe, given he had nowhere left to go.

Roy gained an informal training in archery after the child picked up a proper bow and arrow at the age of six and proved to have innate talent. Roy continued developing this skill, primarily on his own, whilst also partaking in bouldering and displays of agility. By the age of 14, Roy had clearly demonstrated a defined vigilante skill set that would lead to his adoption as Oliver Queen's sidekick.

Roy developed another impressive skillset at the age of 11, namely his skill in working with electronics. Roy's adoptive father worked at a small electronics shop, and the man taught the child the inner-workings of computers and phones. At age 12, Roy managed to build himself a computer from spare parts and his access to the internet intensified his love for electronics. Roy taught himself how to design various gadgets, managing to build himself his own cell phone and begin designing trick arrows on his own.

At the age of 13, Roy began to steal from local liquor stores. Roy blacked out on one of these nights, and awoke next to his dead adoptive father with a bow and arrow in his hands. Roy left the reservation and never looked back, making his way to Star City. It was there that Roy was living on the streets and using his skills to not only make money for himself (helping build burner phones, minor hacking, etc.), but also to try and do the right thing. Roy stepped up during a bank robbery nearby by using his own bow and arrow for the first time in months to help the Green Arrow.

Oliver Queen adopted Roy, and the two began their partnership for about 2 years. Early on as Oliver's apprentice, Roy took on the title of Speedy (a nickname given by Oliver) and joined the Teen Titans as an early member of the original team alongside such talents as Starfire and the former Robin. During the two years working with Oliver and the Titans, Roy became increasingly compromised from his addictions, until Oliver found out and renounced him. The Teen Titans similarly revoked Speedy's membership until he sought proper treatment. At the age of 16, Roy was all on his own with no home and no friends. He did, however, choose to clean himself up to prove that Oliver Queen was wrong.

Roy went to rehab for five months, and immediately joined an AA support group once he completed the regimen. He sought to prove he could turn his life around and be a hero to those in need. Recently, Roy adopted the persona of Arsenal and began working as a vigilante once again, using the resources he had left when working with the Green Arrow as Speedy. It was only a matter of time before the Titans would find the young vigilante and bring him into the fold once again.

[User]
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San Francisco: Titan's Tower

Raven focused her mind and was only concentrating on her breathing and had finally centered herself when she heard wet feet slapping against the concreate roof of Titan Tower. The teen opened an eye and watch the red clad teen in sunglasses move to the ground to dry off. She didn't mind him and was about to begin her mediation, however, he began to speak to break the silence. Raven made a mental note, trying to be unnoticeable makes you noticeable.

It was a long moment before Raven, is this an insult, or an attempt at humor? She allowed herself to feel the other teens emotions, she could feel guilt, jealousy, happiness, and hopefulness. The empath, however, did not feel spite and decided he was trying to be humorous.

"No, I do not have an alias, for I do not have a secret identity to protect. My name is Raven, though, I guess I should make an identity to protect, I will have to think about it." Raven said giving no emotion in her voice. She studied him as her violet eyes moved about the teen's body, he was fit and looked as if he had been in several fights, in all honesty he was quite handsome. "So what name do you give yourself, the Red…" her eyes went to the quiver on his back then continued. "Arrow, or maybe it is the Crimson Boy?" This time a smile did escape her at least for a moment.

Before the crimson archer could reply another boy dressed in red stepped out of the elevator and she turned her focus, it was like he was the epicenter of an emotion bomb. She couldn't help but think of a child jumping and wave for its mother's attention. The empath's smile completely vanished in to detached boredom as her mind slithered back behind her walls. Only now could she sense the magical power coming from this boy, he was emitting the power of the gods.

Raven didn't have the chance to think over what the boy's magical energy meant when yet another hero clad in red made a grand entrance. Seeing these powerful heroes nearly filled her with hope, maybe they could change her destiny, maybe they could defeat her father. No, hope is just an illusion, hope did not get things done and I will not trick myself into letting my guard down for hope.

[Assistant]
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Garfield was a bit depressed (and relieved) that Roy and Kori had walked off and left him alone. However, looking at the leader of the Titans who's first few actions were have a resting stoic face and sitting down in a chair talking about something Garfield couldn't manage to make out.

Not just that, but once the elevator had opened once more. Garfield couldn't help but notice a rather pretty, but pale, girl. She had a gothic and dark look to her that told Garfield to not screw with her. Watching Roy walk over to her, Garfield bit his lip, wondering what the outcome of that would be.

After her, it was ... another kid around Garfield's age. Garfield didn't expect this but, but felt a bit more comfortable to know he wasn't the only younger teen in the group. It wasn't long util that same kid came over to Garfield and gave out his hand to shake, saying his name was Billy and other friendly stuff.

The green teen was definitely surprised that he was simply singled out of the crowd by Billy. Then again, Garfield was green skinned, green haired, and green eyed. Garfield reluctantly smiled and shook Billy's hand.

"Hi. I'm Garfield, nice to meet you too." He said, rather shyly. "Yeah, what a team!" Garfield said, his reluctant smile grew more geniune.

What a team..

Suddenly as Garfield thought, his mind was brought back to where he was as a blur of red span into a couch which had caught Garfield off guard. Another hero who knew where he belonged, Garfield figured as the red speedster took off his mask with a great smile.

Garfield then turned back to Billy, "My alias is Beast Boy, by the way. Yours?"

[User]
Titan Tower, San Francisco

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Roy did his best to stifle a chuckle. He honestly didn't expect this pale teenager to have a sense of humor, let alone turn a joke back at him. In fact... he was able to spot a smile creep upon her lips. But just as quickly as that small glimpse of joy had reached her, it was stolen away by the arrival of two more individuals, both of whom didn't get the memo that red was taken. Roy gave them both a look over... two kids with way too much energy, even for someone like Roy. He could understand why the girl next to him would be so adverse to their presence, but there was a good chance that there was something else beyond that slim shell. Something Dark...

He snapped back to reality after a brief second, and pondered on if probing the girl further would be a good option. Given the situation on the rooftop, there was little benefit in prolonging a conversation with someone who didn't want to speak when the "rookies" were going to be given some kind of opening lecture. "Roy... well, Arsenal in the field. Red Arrow has a nice ring to it though... changed my name once before..." The archer's voice was surprisingly low in energy, and lacked the signature grin. Instead, the teen was sitting on the ground tinkering with an arrow that lacked a proper arrowhead. In the place of a sharp piece of metal, the arrow instead had a small red canister that was clearly pieced together from spare parts.

Roy's mind, unlike his voice, was burning with fury. Behind his shades he took glimpes away from his project to admire the team that was gathered, while also secretly catching glimpses at Raven. He had a screwdriver set firmly in his teeth as he worked on tightening the end of the canister until a distinct clicking could be heard. A smile crept on Roy's lips as he admired the arrow a moment. Alright, time to impress the ladies and gents at home. He set the trick arrow aside as he reached towards his belt.

A small box was located on the utility belt, perhaps twice the size of a deck of cards. The boy archer slid the end of the smooth metallic object, and the cracks became immediately noticeable as the metal began to interlock and stretch out almost perfectly. Within a couple seconds, the box had folded itself out into a thin recurve bow, Roy's backup to the composite bow he typically used. At a distance, the "Speed" bow looked like a standard Recurve bow with two limbs and a riser holding together a bowstring. Up close, the intricacies of the microlattice and the Spectra-Dyneema bowstring were evidently signs of master craftsmanship. It was something he developed a year and a half ago, when he still had significant resources. With the Speed Bow in hand, Roy notched the trick arrow to test the strength of the bow. My God... it's beautiful... He scrambled to his feet and drew back the bow properly, his stance perfect as the string was held taught near his ear. Those with keen perception might have even been able to detect the slightest giggle at this. Roy quickly scanned the rooftop to try and determine who had noticed his awkwardly public display of geekdom while speedily packing up his equipment again to avoid embarrassing himself further.


[System]
* Age: Unknown; physically around 12.
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: I'm a nasty surprise, I'm a devil in disguise...
* World of Origin: The Fate/ side of the Nasuverse; primarily /Apocrypha and /Grand Order.
* Personality: "Jack" is a rather contradictory young girl. Pure and innocent yet cruel and savage, her rational mindset conflicting with her emotional weakness, she repays kindess and cruelty alike with equal measure. Despite her outfit, she is shy and doesn't like going out in the sun, much preferring the cover of night. She always seems to refer to herself as "we" and "us", and strongly yearns for a mother figure.
* History: Jack the Ripper is an infamous serial killer, whom little is known about aside from the fact that he murdered several prostitutes in the Whitechapel area of London during the late 19th century. The true identity of the Ripper was never discovered, and even today who he was or even what his real name was are unknown. However, his infamy was so great that his spirit ascended to the Throne of Heroes to become a "Heroic" Spirit, who amongst other things could be summoned as a Servant during the Grail War... Revealing that "he" was, in fact, a "she"; the legendary serial killer was in fact a young homeless girl with mother issues.
* Abilities: As a Servant of the Assassin class, "Jack"'s possesses superhuman physical capabilities. Whilst her strength and endurance pale in comparison to the Saber class, she more than makes up for it with her speed and agility. Due to being an Assassin, she also possesses the ability to conceal her presence, not only allowing her to easily hide in cover or shadows but making her immensely difficult to detect via supernatural means; in addition, and unique to her amongst Assassins, those who encounter her quickly forget all about her, including her appearance and capabilities, although this fails to work on those in regular contact with her. She possesses the Mental Pollution ability, which means that due to her fractured mind she possesses a good deal of resistance to mental interference and mind control, and thanks to the Surgical Procedure ability she has a crude understanding of anatomy, surgery and medicine. As a Servant, she possesses Noble Phantasms, items that represent her legend. Specifically, Jack possesses two such Noble Phantasms:
	+ The Mist: Darkened Misty Metropolis: Taking the form of an antique lantern, by activating The Mist "Jack" can create a field of thick smog, obscuring the landscape and providing cover to those within it. However, the smog is also a curse that will cause anyone within it to begin choking and doubling over in immense pain, eventually culminating in a painful death. "Jack" can designate who is affected by this curse, however, and if she doesn't want someone to be hurt by it they won't. For the purposes of this RP, the curse only really affects nameless henchmen-level characters.
	+ Maria the Ripper: The Holy Mother of Dismemberment: A set of four long knives "Jack" carries around her waist. Whilst they are mildly powerful magical weapons in their own right, by calling the name of this Noble Phantasm she can activate a powerful killing curse which, under the right circumstances, will kill the target instantly as the knives manifest inside their body and vivisect them. However, the circumstances are rather strict, as the killing curse will only affect a female target on a misty night, and for the purposes of this RP the smog produced by The Mist does not count towards these circumstances. Whilst physical defence is all but impossible against the killing curse of Maria the Ripper, a strong resistance to magic and curses can allow the target to negate its effects.
* Other:

[User]
Goldibanne, Face of Innocence(?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"People? Alive? What are you--"

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

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

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

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

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

[Assistant]
Kinji Takigawa, in Kagutsuchi

STAR NINGER SHURIKEN!

THE CHANGE!

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in Her Fist

As Hibiki came to a halt, faced with the figures who seemed intent on a fight, her first inclination was not even to activate her Symphogear. She didn't even slip into a combat-ready stance. Even though two of them didn't seem human, one of them was, and that meant one of them could be talked to, right? And since that... blobby thing and the puppet thing only seemed to be responding to the fact that he was ready to fight... Hibiki took a deep breath as she stepped forward, ahead of the man who had just transformed and landed(into a Sentai hero?!) and the other man who was getting ready to fight too.

"We can speak to one another, so that means we don't have to fight, doesn't it?" she began. Oh, she knew that before... before she'd had to fight with those she could talk to. When she could no longer get the message across with her voice... she had to get it across with her fists. But there was never any reason not to try!

"I can't say I know exactly what's going on here," she continued, "But I know it's something bad! If you need to observe something, that doesn't mean we have to fight! There's people in trouble, so please, let us go ahead and help them!"

[Assistant]
Kohinata Miku

Sometimes, Hibiki was an idiot. This was one of those times: forgetting that Miku could fight now was one thing, but telling her to stay safe by standing in a random place in a strange city that they knew nothing about was a new level of 'forgetting to think'. How would she even find her way back here? All of this was why, rather than standing and waiting for Hibiki, she kept pace with her friend, right up to the point of reaching a man playing with dolls and something that looked even more horrifying than the Noise.

The... cowboy... guitar-playing spandex ninja and the American seemed all too ready to get into a fight straight away, but maybe the apparently violent researcher would listen to Hibiki. Something about the way he was speaking reminded her... uncomfortably of Ver, so he probably wouldn't listen. Miku had no idea if Arakune could even understand them. Given how likely it was that Hibiki would be ignored again, she reached a hand into her shirt and pulled out the relic.

This time, she wasn't going to wait and watch Hibiki be in danger.

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Sir Artorias the Abysswalker

With the initial horde of bodies cut down to size, Artorias turned to the others that had chosen this path. The girl in a dress appeared to have the ability to shoot liquid gold for some unfathomable reason, yet the ability could hardly be said to be of no use here. The other one seemed to have some strange sorcery activated by song--yet after encountering some of Oolaciles' own unusual spells, it wasn't terribly surprising. Not after having been out of the world for this task. Meanwhile, the swordsman was, fortunately, strong enough to swing the lump of iron that was his blade--and hopefully the humans were just that, and not branded with the Darksign.

Questioning where they should search for the source of this world's troubles was simplified by the arrival of yet more humans in some strange contraption, who he expected to have the ability to explain what was happening. Or give directions. First, their pursuers had to be dealt with and so, ignoring the idea of going around, Artorias took a short running start before leaping clean over, smashing his blade into the ground... and through several of the creatures. A swift slash later, and Sif landed in the small circle of 'clear' space.

Hefting his shield, Artorias prepared to draw their attacks to give everyone else a clear shot.

[User]
The Ripper
Taking her attention away from the fountain, "Jack" tilted her head towards the blonde knight. The other Servant seemed... Confused? That was confusion, right? "Jack" wasn't exactly unfamiliar with the look a woman made when she was confused, although she hoped the knight wasn't about to start screaming. She never liked that part.

"They... Those men said this was "New York"," she said, just barely louder than a whisper. She wasn't really sure what else to say. "Jack" had known very little of New York, and even then the way it was now was so different than anything she would've heard of that it seemed like a completely different place entirely. Turning her head towards the others, she saw various people passing by, some not even human... And after staring blankly for a while at the crowds, she overheard the two men mentioning newspapers. From what she remembered, those were big sheets of paper people read to tell them what was going on, although despite how often she had appeared in such things she'd never read one in her life. Mostly because she'd never read anything in her life, but...

"We... Um..." Awkwardly, she approached the two. As much as she didn't want to talk to anyone aside from Mother (wherever she was), it seemed like she was stuck with these people for now. Maybe if she helped speed things up a bit she could get back to looking for Mother. "We should just... Just kill someone and take their newspaper."


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

Gender:
Female

Species:
Lessereurm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Transformations:
Fanged Lizard -- Lesserwurm

Inventory:

[User]
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@Duthguy

If Jason still had a heart, it would have stopped the moment that knight locked eyes on him.... Right now, the knight's white soul had in and of itself become a surging aura, held just beneath the skin, as if ready to explode at a moment's notice. In contrast to this, Danny's was blue; much bigger than the Dire Rat's, and the younger human's soul was gray at the center but surrounded by red tinged with white; appearing much larger than Danny's.

Even though Jason had no idea about what had happened leading up to his arrival at the scene, but a real fight had yet to start. He needed to take action before one broke out, and fast.

Slowly, Jason descended so he was just barely off the ground, raising two pseudopods above his head in a gesture of surrender as he focused mana into manifesting what he felt was his 'mouth' so to speak. "Easy there friend..." Jason spoke in a loud, yet calm voice. Keeping his pseudopods above him, and maintaining his current altitude, he slowly began to circle toward Danny; making sure he gave the walking fortress before him ample room. "I'm not looking for any trouble. My companion over by your squire is waiting for me so we can leave. He can't see me, but once he knows I'm by his side we'll be on our way."

Inch by inch Jason drew closer to Danny, not taking his eyes off the knight for even a second. Carefully, he watched for any fluctuations in spiritual energy, ready to react to any attack the knight might throw at him.

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

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The frog was winning. She couldn't get a good grip, but immediately upon delivering it a potent dose of venom, the reaction it had was a violent one. The frog shook violently, its body spasming as it vomited her up, finally free from its attack. Shaking her head and scrunching her nostrils at the smell of the acid fumes, Ash watched with mild macabre interest as the frog began to expire. The frog seemed to follow rules of animals on earth as well - it had expelled its stomach in an attempt to get rid of the venom, but it was far too late. It screamed, its horrific croaking noises filling the forest air until it finally completely ceased, its body deflating like a balloon.

The usual level up notification met her gaze as she watched motionlessly.

Twelve points to spend? She had to wonder where all of these extra points were coming from, though she didn't ponder it too long, merely eager to accept them - and she immediately saw two new skills she'd definitely want to get her hands on swiftly. Those must have been the skills she was working towards earlier.

Two points into Mana Vision. Four points into Mana Sense. Three into Lesser Heal. That would help with what she was intending to do with the frog, if she could get another specimen later. That would leave her with three points leftover to save for future skills. Now then...this frog needed to be dealt with.

Walking up to the deceased specimen, Ash began the grizzly work of picking it apart. She started with the contents of its stomach. Using Monster, Material, and Alchemy on everything she could to ensure she knew how things worked. The Pixie Wings, the Rat Fur, the insect leg. Whatever she could find inside of it...then came the actual work. Taking her claws, Ash began pulling apart the creature, dissecting its insides now that she could no longer use it living. First was the skinning. Separating the skin from bone and muscles. Frog skin was rubbery and stretchy, it would make for some very good armor or clothing, perhaps. Maybe a sack of some sort. Having some armor would be fairly useful. Especially since this was resistant to water and fire and could help one keep warm in case of colder temperatures.

The entire process of dissecting it would likely take some time. From cutting off its stomach, separating the non-digested items, cutting out its tongue, eyes, heart, liver, intestines, and other things. All to simply see if they may be useful in some capacity. If she found some parts that weren't useful, she'd eat them. That was her entire purpose for this, after all. Once full, she'd set aside any leftovers for the other members of the group. No doubt they'd need some food later once they all returned and discussed their next plan of action.

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While the humans' reaction hadn't been as good as he had hoped, at least they weren't attacking him and Danny now knew humans can understand him. He wondered how to best explain what he was without revealing the involvement of the Demon King. Realizing that silent for too long would be suspicious he spoke up. "Transformed is the best way to describe, I remember being a human in a different and dying which resulted in me being reborn as a Wisp. Now I don't know how accurate those memories are but seeing as I can talk to you they're likely to be real." That last part was a lie as he was one hundred percent confident he was indeed human and he hoped the humans wouldn't be able to notice, the knight in particular was sharp.

Luckily for him the knight seemed distracted by something though he couldn't tell what and he had only noticed because he was doing his best to keep an eye on both of them. Normally he would have ignored whatever the knight was focused on bur he knew that he had a habit of ignoring his surroundings when pre-occupied with something. Still if something was there it was either hidden really or invisible to him. Either way the sword pointing at him was more immediately important.

Still it bugged him the knight would no doubt be assisting his squire unless he believed whatever he was looking at to be more important. Danny really wished he had some way to see the invisible or something. Suddenly he remembered something Jason had once used the crystal he was now carrying to look at a Skelebin before he died. Slowly not wanting to seem aggressive he raised the shard and held it in front of one eye despite not expecting much.

Abilities:

* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force II
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis II
* Meditate I
* Mana Shape I
* Aqua Sphere I
* Magic Analysis I!
* Mana Dart I
* Blunt Resistance I
* Focus I
* Faster I
* Plant Analysis I
Wisp > (Immature) Poltergeist

Inventory: Source Crystal Shard x1

[Assistant]
The system message informing him that his Mana Burn had subsided was a relief; although the status effect hadn't negatively affected him too much, what with multiple sources of Mana regeneration to draw on to overcome their reduced effectiveness, the threat of overworking himself and doing even more damage to himself had been like a weight on his shoulders that had prompted him to slow down. Now that it had passed he didn't have to worry about that anymore and he didn't have to be so hesitant with his experiments.

Speaking of which, it seemed like he was on the right track with his idea of drawing material into raw Mana to change its properties. Although merely submerging the Mana in water wasn't enough for it to change its properties, the Mana instead being washed away which had its own implications, actively trying to draw water into the sphere produced the desired effect. The Mana Orb became translucent, blending into the water itself, only visible by the thin boundary between it and the actual water and the feel of it against his palm, before it too was washed away as he stopped concentrating on maintaining its shape.

Pulling his hand from the water, Oberon stepped back from the stream's edge and gave this result some thought. It was possible to create elementally-aligned Mana by drawing an element or power from that element into a spell of raw Mana like his Mana Orb or by infusing a material with Mana like with the Stone Shot spell; he'd seen this happen with multiple elements now and had proven that it could be done on command like he had just done with the stream. The question now was… what were the limits of this?

It was fair to assume that magic in this world had a set number of elemental natures that it could take on, starting with the classical elements of fire, earth, water and air alongside more esoteric examples like nature or light; these elements were probably already known by the more knowledgeable magic users in this world, barring a few really weird examples. The scientific idea of the period table of elements from his world wouldn't apply here; no iron or copper magic, just a generic 'metal' element, no helium magic, just 'air'. Perhaps it was more conceptual in nature; the different elemental types driven by this worlds expectations of what was an element and what wasn't with the effects of those spells affected by the subconscious will of the user as he had somewhat seen already. The Sprite supposed it didn't matter much anyway, but it was interesting to think about; as scientific knowledge in this world advanced, would magic evolve with it as the common consensus changed?

More relevant right now was to think about what other elements were at play. Light Mana existed; did that mean shadow magic was a thing? Darkness Mana? Would bathing a Mana Orb in shadows and trying to draw their power into it work? That would be something to try tonight, perhaps. If he could find something made out of metal he could experiment with that as well; there was nothing at hand at the moment, but once they met up with those Goblins again maybe he could trade them something for one of their salvaged items. There was also the stream to work with; he hadn't actually done anything with the water orb, bubble orb or whatever it would be called and he would have to go back to it later.

For now there was something else Oberon wanted to try. He raised a hand and produced a Mana Orb, holding it in the palm of his upturned hand and keeping it there. From there he tried to focus on the ambient Mana in the air around them, tapping into the same kind of senses that he used during his mediation to pick up on and draw into the dispersed field of raw Mana that seemed to exist in everything. Once he had a sense of that power he tried to change his perceptions, focusing not on the raw, unaligned Mana but the power in the air itself, power which he could hopefully channel directly into the Mana Orb rather than into himself. This would likely be harder than drawing power from the water or infusing it into the ground, since the air was looser for lack of a better word, harder to grasp. Nonetheless Oberon was willing to keep trying until he saw some sign of success.

Conquering the elements one step at a time seemed like a good of his efforts.

Cast 'Mana Orb'
Attempt to draw power from the air into the 'Mana Orb'

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Torrent panted as she stared down at the remains of the plant that had tried to end her life. And the ashes, the scorched remains, the cooked plant-meat-stuff, and she felt a sense of overwhelming triumph blossom within her. Lifting her head slightly, she snorted before thinking on her skills.

And first and foremost among those, thanks to the new level she'd gained through that, she put five points into Dual Cast before she considered one of the new skills in her list. Guidance. It was alluring in a way, mysterious like Spell Cancel had been. With a moment of hesitation, she dropped her final five points into Guidance before turning her attention back to the 'loot' in front of her.

These could be helpful. Food, and the vines could maybe be useful for something if they couldn't be eaten?

While she thought it over she used Monster Analysis I, Magic Analysis I, Material Analysis I, and Plant Analysis I on the remains of the plant in hopes of learning more about the creature in case she needed to fight another one in the near future. Anything she learned she could also tell the others, improving their collective strength.

Another thought struck her, then, as she considered her options.

She had no mana. Which was, from what the skills said, how she used her fire abilities and some of the other ones. What was it that the others had said? Meditation was supposed to help with that, wasn't it? Wasn't that why she'd learned it in the first place?

With a careful glance around her, she used Mediation I for a few minutes to try and regain some mana. Her thoughts drifted back to the fire enveloping her, the heat permeating through her, and of the dancing shadows back when she was practicing in their little safe place before the Goblins appeared.

Feeling like she might be pushing her luck, Torrent turned back to the loot and made a snap decision. There was this thing in her throat that she never used before, and now was the time to do it.

Scooping up all five items, she stored them in her pouch and started back off towards base camp.

Grilled Flesh Leaf x3
Blood Snare Vine x2


[System]
Age: 15 (almost 16)

Height: 4'9"

Personality: WIP

Appearance:

Her eyes are more blue, however, actually they are blue.

Hobbies: Gaming, cooking, having picnics, swimming, martial arts, sleeping, eating, diving, painting (art in general), gymnastics, yoga, meditation

Likes: Gaming/Games, Food (fish especially), Art, Swimming, Picnics, Water

Dislikes: School, Work, Books, Family, Church

Sexual Preference: Pansexual

History: The last child of three, Rei Mori was born on August the 23rd 1999. Even with an older brother and sister Rei was never made to feel like she was unwanted, at least not at first, as her parents spent equal time with their children. Though her family were Christian she never was never particularly devout nor sure that she truly believed in the existence of God. She has spent her life in this town, having never moved. It is something that frustrates her somewhat.

Soon her parent's grew annoyed at their youngest and rather unspectacular child. Rei had no big ambitions like her older siblings. In fact from a young age she took a rather unbothered view of the world. She barely paid attention in class and really didn't try. The only things she enjoyed were art, swimming and martial arts (starting with Judo), and still are to some extent. Her parents did everything to try and make her try, to put some effort into something that they viewed as important. As they grew frustrated their fondness of their youngest began to diminish. Of course, they still paid attention to Rei. But now it was to make sure she wasn't failing at school as she seemed to have her mind set on. It's just that Rei doesn't really care.

Growing up Rei knew that there was something different about her. It wasn't very noticeable when she was a young child, she was comfortable enough as a girl. It was just those days, here and there, where she wanted to be a boy, or just didn't want to be either. It was as she aged that these periods of time where she didn't want to be female extended. At the age of ten he spent a year trying to convince people to call him by masculine pronouns and begging his parents to allow him to cut her hair.

Of course, they refused. His parents at first put it down as a stage but after a year they had their doubts. It was around this time that Rei began to feel slightly more feminine, but no less masculine, almost as if she felt both male and female at the same time. She didn't particularly care whether she was called she or he. But still she had the wish to cut her hair short, because in her mind it was more gender neutral than the longer style she wore it in. Her parent's still refused and began to try and work out what to do with their daughter who couldn't seem to decide what gender she wanted to be. They were in denial for a little longer before taking what action they felt they could; consulting the church. Given the advice to no allow their daughter to change as she pleased, and to pray for her, they set on this course of action.

As she hit puberty the problem on got worse for Rei. With the hormones and the emotional effects of that she found that she felt different almost every day; switching from male to female to both to neither. It was a difficult time for her because with it came the beginning of sexual attraction and yet another problem - she was attracted to girls. In fact she found she was attracted to all genders. This added in with the mix of genders just made her parents disapprove of her more. She began to do even worse in school, if that was even possible. She never had many friends thus no friendships to damage. While on the outside she tried to be normal and tried to put on a show for people at school, because she didn't want to deal with the bullying, on the inside she was cracking. She began to put coping mechanisms into place, some harmful to herself, to deal with this.

While things are still not good for Rei they are beginning to improve. She has become more confident in herself and her changing gender, thankful for the fact that she retained a reasonably boyish figure and has a relatively gender neutral name, though it is far from accepted by the people around her. She has met a few people through the internet that are similar to her, gender fluid as she found out, and contacts them regularly in secret - after all if her parents knew they would confiscate her phone and laptop. She has finally put a label to her sexuality, pansexuality, though is yet to have a relationship with anyone of any gender. In a moment of rebellion she died her hair a dark blue-purple, though she didn't manage to cut it before her parent's caught her. Currently she is trying to be a boy as best as possible, wearing more masculine clothing, however she is beginning to feel more neutral gender wise. Even so she tries to just by, continuing as the person who quite frankly can't be bothered with anything.

[User]
Aaron stopped in his tracks when he heard Reyna call out to them, asking them to be in a group together. He didn't even have to think about it; more people meant more fun. Besides, there was something a touch depressing about going on a ferris wheel by yourself.

"Yeah, I don't mind. No point in going to a carnival by yourself anyway." Aaron said with a smile. Anything to cheer the poor kid up. He saw with a bit of relief that he wasn't the only one up for an adventure with strangers. The young mother with her kid and her dog had also stopped and was now talking to Reyna about being a group. The kid in the hoodie and the albino had also stopped.

Suddenly, the small boy trudged-ran over to him, with that certain gait only toddlers could have. Before Aaron could say anything the kid announced, "hi. Those boys were mean. Mommy says girlfriends are special, but it's okay. Girls are icky anyway."

Aaron could feel his ears turning red, but he also couldn't do anything to stop the sheepish grin forming on his face. "I know, cooties right?" he said to the little boy, liking this kid more and more by the second. As the boy and his mother introduced themselves in quite possibly the most adorable way possible, Aaron decided that he had a new mission tonight. To make sure that their little group, especially Jackson, had as much fun as possible.

"My name's Aaron." he said, waving shyly from the hip. "That's two a's, not an e. I'd love to be in a group with you guys. Besides," he began, looking at Jackson cheerfully, "I think I know someone who'd like to play the fishy game."

When everyone was settled and ready, Aaron decided to lead the way, gazing around him to look for the booth he wanted. The cozy dirt path crunched underneath his feet as carnival games and music played around them. Eye attracting lights flashed all around, advertising their kid-friendly games. In the distance, he heard the sound of one of those 'test your strength' games.

Soon the stand he was looking for came into view. A large water filled tub stood under an awning, with little plastic fish floating around in a circle. A tired looking attendant stood by the game, guarding the small plastic fishing rods. A line of stuffed toys and prizes hung under the awning along with a sign that read:

1 TICKET FOR 3 TRIES
KIDS 6 AND UNDER FISH UNTIL THEY WIN!

"Okay, boys and girls." Aaron turned around while still walking and announced to their rag tag little group, "The first and only rule of the fishy game is: You're never too old to play the fishy game! You can play something else, that's totally fine. If you think you're 'too cool' for this one, I certainly won't think any less of you." He winked as he said this last part, as if daring someone not to play.

He himself led the charge, handing the attendant two tickets and ignoring the guy's raised eyebrow. "Two games for me. And I definitely want the yellow fishing rod." He took the kid-sized rod from the incredulous attendant and stood at the tub, poised and fishing rod in hand. With zero shame, he started trying to hook one of the colorful little floating fishies, saying loudly, "Come on, come on, daddy needs a new pair of shoes!"

[Assistant]
Listening silently to the conversation, Alver watched as the little boy greeted the teenaged blonde boy, assuring the guy that girls are icky anyway. So that was where that negative chatter was coming from and why this guy was considered a misfit. Just because he wasn't sucking lips with some girl? The fuck was wrong with these people in this dumbass filled town? Alver didn't get it. Whatever, deciding to make any sense of the religious crap and idiotic antics of people would only hurt his head. The mother and son introduced themselves as Amy and Jackson, in a rather cute fashion, while the blonde guy was introduced as Aaron.

Whom decided to lead the way to the groups first event. Some sort of simulation kiddy version of fishing. The tall albino blinked slowly as he stared at the stand, examining its purpose and why exactly this would be considered fun. But Aaron seemed pretty determined to have them all play, and was the first to jump in in a excited childlike manner. Alver raised his right white eyebrow ever so slightly at the scene, but stepped closer as he watched, trying to figure out the exact objective of this game.

GET 3 RED TO GET A BIG PRIZE!
GET 2 BLUE AND ONE OF ANY COLOR FOR A MEDIUM PRIZE!
GET 3 OF ANY COLOR FOR A SMALL PRIZE!

After reading a few written intrunctions hanging around he looked to the booth attendant and pulled out one ticket and held it out.

Hesitating, the attendant slowly took it, pulling away instantly to avoid getting any closer to him. Alver didn't seem to care though as he decided a fishing pole to pick. They didn't have white, so he went with the light purple fishing rod. Examining it over, he held it out above the fish. Lavender eyes focussing on the objective before glancing up at the hanging prizes and pondering what exactly he wanted. The big prizes seemed to be large fluffy animals, the medium plushie sized animals and the small cheap necklaces and such.

Deciding to go for the big prize, he focused on the red. Concentrating, he moved his fishing pole in a more lax manner compared to Aaron, but he managed to get three red fishes with ease. It wasn't that hard if a game really. Just got to focus and aim correctly.

"Um... Congratz, what prize would you like?" the attendant murmured softly.

Alver looked thoughtfully at the prizes score pointing a to a fluffy white huggable plush dog. The attendant nodded before getting one and handed it to the the tall albino. Who held it for a moment, feeling the soft plush fake fur before glancing to the little boy and silently handed it to him before walking off to another stand. He was still in sight, but he thought he would at least examine his surroundings a little.

It was then, something smacked against the back of his left shoulder. Grumbling, he shifted his white coat in examination to see orange-red splashed against the spot. At the sound of snickering, Alver turned his lavender gaze to a group of high schoolers.

"Hey! Finally got some color there Ghostboy!" one guy smirked.

Alver frowned, glaring before simply huffing and wiped some of the contents on his finger. Looked like ketchup from a hotdog that was chucked at him. Licking it off his finger, he rolled his eyes.

"....Didn't your mother ever tell you not to waste good food? Or are you just too immature to even know better? I feel so sorry for parents, if they weren't as much of illiterate fools. You just hit my coat as well, not actually me. Guess your the poorest player in football." Alver said with a sarcastic smile and shrugged, causing the guy to angrily glare at him.

It was then the guy stormed over to the taller man as if to slug him, but Alver side stepped as the guy swung, stumbling and landing straight into a trashcan.

"Please do control you're temper. It's a carnival after all. Oh, and do clean up after yourself. It's quite sloppy to litter." the albino said calmly before walking off back to the group without batting a eyelash.

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Rei had given a slight shrug in response to the girl, who had been handing out tickets, suggesting they go as a group. He knew that she was the Pastor's daughter, of course, but had never really talked to her. She was fine with going in a group with these people. What was the worst thing that could happen?

"I'm Rei," he added as he followed them over to the fishing, pushing back a strand of hair that escaped from his hood. "Current preferred pronoun being he, though they is acceptable in all circumstances." Though she spoke these words quietly there was a certain threatening manner to her stance.

Though she wasn't spectaculalry enthusiastic about this fishing thing she still handed over her ticket, beginning just going for random colours. Why would she go by the rules, anyway?