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Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Occupation: Bard
Personality/Interests: Viggo is an egotistical, nihilistic, and self-destructive person who lives only for self enjoyment. Reveling in the pleasures of life he has little care for trivialities like "responsibility" or "consequences". However, despite his faults, Viggo is utterly dedicated to his music career, and has no lack of discipline when it comes to practising his guitar or vocal talents.

Appearance: Viggo is a tall and lithe person, with hints of muscularity in his arms and chest.
Body build: As mentioned above, he is thin, but now scrawny, and tall for a human, standing at around 6'2.
Hair: Viggo's pale golden hair flows down past his chest, and is light enough to majestically billow in a soft breeze.
Skin color: This bard is unremarkably pale, little else to say here.
Eye/Iris color: Viggo often wears dark paint around the sockets of his eyes, but his irises are a deep blue.
Height/Weight: 6'2 / 155lbs
Notable Features: Viggo often wears a cologne concocted from sweet smelling herbs and flowers, giving him an aroma that masks the smell of booze that perpetually floats around him.

Clothing Description: Viggo wears a black sleeveless top when indoors, and adopts a larger longsleeved cloak of a similar colour when outside. His breeches are slightly greyer, but generally match stylistically with the rest of his outfit.
Equipment: Viggo's prized possession is his guitar, as it so no ordinary device. Unlike most string instruments, Viggo's guitar is modified with socketed black crystals and panels of metal that run along the body and up into the neck. When the strings are thrashed, the instrument rings out a much harsher but powerful noise (ie. the noise of an electric guitar). However, the guitar's strings can still be plucked softly to mimic the sound of a lute or traditional (acoustic) guitar. The inner workings of the instrument are known to Viggo alone.
Weapon(s): Viggo, by habit, carries a small dagger with him.

Powers While Viggo's skill at guitar does stem from years of practise, he rightfully sees himself as a natural, and has been proficient with musical instruments from a young age.
Abilities: Viggo is human, and therefore possesses few abnormal traits.
Talents: Viggo is a masterful guitarist, and according to himself, the best in the world. He is also an incredible drinker, and known to rival dwarves in the amount of alcohol he can pump into his body before needing the help of a healer.
Magic: While Viggo is not a mage or wizard by any standards, his knowledge of the arcane has allowed him to blend magic into his music, as such, Viggo's playing tends to have bizarre effects on people. Depending on the tempo, melody, and theme of the song, Viggo can slowly turn a group of people against one another, or make a situation calmer by lulling everyone into a state of peace and tranquility. Certain riffs can also summon dread or pain in individuals, though the effects of the spell are quickly broken if Viggo stops playing.
History: (Read Rule VI.)

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"Yeah!" Drubbins shouted, more at someone making a proclamation than anything. It was good to show solidarity when you were the new boy. Despite being part of several huge victory feasts in the past, one of which had cleared an entire county of booze as raiding parties kept striking out farther and farther in an effort to acquire more, Drubbins had never discovered an amount of alcohol that would force a meeting with either of those gods.

It was like there was something in the air, something that inspired blokes to bold action. If he was going to be getting drink from Da Boss than he would damn well do something to earn it. With a throaty grunt he lifted himself off the the floor, giving Azzrix two big, hearty pats as he lumbered past toward that job board that Da Boss had nodded at. He solemnly swept his eyes over it, taking in all the little papers and things. He couldn't make heads or tails of this, but he had never let that stop him before. He raised up a hand and pinched one at random between the nails of his fingers before pulling it off, then turned back around to scan the room. There would be a smart boy somewhere out there.

Normally you could count on a magic boy to be very smart, but the only one who'd he'd seen do magic was that dog bloke. Drubbins had a pretty commanding view of the room with his height, but he couldn't see the dog bloke anymore. Then he looked for that blue bloke who'd pointed the boss out to him, but he wasn't in here either. He could ask Da Boss, but Da Boss seemed to expect you to be able to do this yourself and he didn't want to make a bad impression to a new Boss. He supposed he could go back and ask Azzrix, but he was a funny boy and might lie to him. That had happened to him before on a new Boss, just the expected new boy hazing. Then he spotted someone at a table in the far corner.

Two blokes sharing a table, one of them wearing robes which nearly always meant he was a smart type. That wasn't the only reason, of course. There were plenty of blokes wearing robes in this tavern. No, this bloke looked like Malia Burg. His first boss. He was scared it might be Malia at first, before remembering that she and her whole tower had been blown to nothing with powerful magic. Wait, this person looked a lot like Malia so maybe they were also one of those she-blokes that Malia had told him she was. Drubbins decided that, just to be safe, he wouldn't mention the word bloke around them because that used to get Malia really steamed.

He wandered up to the table with as much subtlety as his size allowed, which was none, and stood possibly too close behind Tahira to be entirely comfortable. "Scuse me." he asked tentatively, holding up the paper. "Whats dis say?"

[Assistant]
Claire nodded along to Historia's response. She certainly wasn't wrong. Or at least it sounded like it, Claire had never heard of the Anemoi islands. She actually didn't know all too much about the rest of the world... After Historia it seemed to be Mysaren's turn to speak, choosing the next turn the conversation would take. As just stated, Claire didn't know that much about the world. She had no idea where they could sell precious items. Having nothing to say on the matter, she let her attention fall back out to the crowd. She eyed the ogre, the rat, the musician, the lizard. Plenty of people to see, probably from plenty of places. Claire felt small.

"If you are going to go sell some things, may I...tag along?" She asked softly over to the other girl. She didn't look her way at first, but her gaze hovered over after a tiny bit. "I...am looking for something." She paused, choosing her words carefully. Her mouth opened as if to speak, but then it fell closed again. It seems the right words, were no words at all. As if to show that, she turned back to her her food and took another portion. She was easily the slowest eater of the three, her food was getting cold...

"I'm from Akontosh." She added in between dainty mouthfuls. It was a large city, quite a ways away...Known for it's rich history in the arts, and for it's high rate of income. "I'm here...to look for something." She seemed amendment on letting out what 'something' was. She cut another portion of nearly charred steak. "I would appreciate it..." she commented, making reference once more to her request of accompanying the other.

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"Ah! Don't be sorry for giving me advice Miss Mysaren!" Historia told her, quickly looking up at her with a worried expression. She hopped Miss Mysaren hadn't mistaken her annoyance at the musical spell for annoyance at her. "Advice is a wonderful thing. It teaches lessons and it shows concern. I can only thank you for giving me some." Historia told her, smiling a little as she pulled down her goggles over her eyes again. Historia kind of wondered what kind of life Miss Mysaren had lead up till now for her to tell her that...

"Looking to sell some things huh..." Historia continued, not dwelling on those thoughts for long. "Hmmm...Well, I've gotten to know a few merchants a little in town by doing a few delivers for them. Perhaps I could introduce you to them if that might help?" Historia suggested. She paused when Miss Claire spoke up though, surprised that Miss Claire was willing to give the name of her place of origin. Historia would try to find some information about Akontosh later. She gave Miss Claire a smile, though Historia wasn't sure if Miss Claire saw that as she was keeping her eyes on her plate.

Historia also wanted to ask what Miss Claire was looking for, because perhaps she could help, but with the advice they just gave her, and the fact that Miss Claire didn't say what it was, even though she had the chance to, it was clear that she didn't feel like talking about it.

"Perhaps I could show the two of you around a little? At least the commerce areas, since they're the ones I'm most familiar with at the moment. I mean, I'm not an expert of this city yet, but it would certainly be nice to walk with others." Historia told them with a smile. She had started walking more since she left home. Mostly because the skies were lonely with so few races haveing the ability to fly around.

Historia let out a small laugh, "Oh dear, I just realized that you two are probably going to tell me I shouldn't go walking around with strangers now huh?"

[Assistant]
Naida Marcoon
Blue Moon Tavern

Sess grabs her by her arm and yanks her out the door, heading toward the man that she had seen out the window earlier. She hears him yell to Bernard before they rush out the door. He is grabbing her wrist, to which Naida flushes. Normally Sess has a tendency not to touch people. Honestly, this was the first time that she had ever seen him do it. He drags her outside and stops in front of the man and... Kat. Naida frowns when she remembers that the she-demon was actually talking to the knight. Sess bows and introduces himself to the knight man before introducing her. Putting aside her feelings of slight rage and loathing toward Kat, she smiles at the knight.

"Anything anyone needs at the bar, they come to me," Naida says with a big smile on her face. "So where you from, knight-boy? I haven't seen you around these parts before." Since Kat is here, Naida has lost a lot of her happy energy that she used to have in the bar. Now, her silvery wings flutter nervously, going faster than her mouth had been in the bar. She grips Sess's wrist, anchoring herself to the ground through him. She knew that if she let go, she would probably wind up hovering a few yards off the ground and she did not need that right now. She tries not to grip onto his arm too hard, but she can't help that her fingernails dig into his skin slightly.

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Viggo would have ignored his chastisement from Naida, continuing on with the song until its due finish. As Viggo hits the last strum of his strings, he raises his head, sweating and thoroughly worked from his playing. With his guitar still resting at his hip he notes the additional coins in his pail, grinning happily as he grabs a small cloth and wipes beads of perspiration from his brow. Walking back to the bar he takes a bottle of beer out of his "other bucket", promptly uncapping it and drinking the contents. Now a little more than tipsy, he shoots a cursory glare at Naida, moving to give her a piece of his mind on the use of magic in his playing, though before he can take a first step she's led outside by Sess.

He blows a strand of hair from his face, and loops it behind his ear, sighing in exasperation. Viggo places his fingers on the neck of his guitar, absently tapping notes without making much noise. He soon begins to walk around while practising quietly, scanning the crowd for anyone he might be able to serenade a few coins out of.

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Margaret was about to say something when the charm lit up again as the hair-for-brains decided it was a good time to terrorize her hungover hearing. She felt the charm actually heat up - It might be a permanent enchantment, but the trade was that it could only absorb and neutralize limited amount of magic in the given time. Just like her liver and alcohol. "Would somebody drag this circus reject out of here? My ears are going to bleed! I swear every time this individuum makes an appearance I lose a bit of my will to live!" she shout-whispered her complaint.

Her anger vented somewhat, she turned back to the mage who inquired of her skill. "Oh, quite a few years. Under various masters and from various sources. I suppose that's the defining quality of witchcraft - learning on your own and largely by doing." she shrugged at Tahira's question. "It is more reliant on resources than the magic itself, which can make it rather costly at times though." She really hoped some well paying jobs would pop up soon.

Speaking of which, the ogre approached their table. Apparently it... he... didn't know the written word. "That's the menu." she answered for the other whens he got a glimpse of the paper he was holding.

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Viggo's head slowly turns towards the direction of the criticism, finding a giant red-haired woman as the source. Clutching the neck of his guitar, Viggo strides over to Margaret with an aggressive snarl on his lips. "Hey!" he shouts curtly as he approaches, stopping a few feet away from her, his guitar now held slightly to the side. Viggo's face is fixed with an annoyance, as though he's used to dealing with people unfond of his style of music.

"You have a problem with my choice of song, ma'am?" he asks with poison to his tone, his fingers independently continue to silently pluck and tap away at the strings and frets in practice. Viggo's eyes quickly flash to the ogre next to him before glancing back at Margaret, making sure that he's not about to be stomped by the giant beast of a man.


[System] totally didn't mispost here and just decide to make this useful or anything

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Andrew walked out of his school building. He was nervous, even more so than normal. He knew the tournament was coming closer and he didn't know if he was up for it. There were going to be a lot of high skilled duelists there from around the globe. He was just a small, scared kid. What could he do there? As far as he knew, he was just their warm-up, and a bad one as well. They somehow got his eye on him, probably because of his recent successes. However, he was convinced he would fail there.

He almost jumped when he heard the sound of his phone. Hastily he grabbed the phone out of his pocket, almost dropping it on the ground, and opening his inbox. It was a message from the tournament. They would pick him up and bring him to a boat so he could go to the tournament. And not a moment sooner, a black car showed up right in front of him. A man stepped out with a business suit and shades on. "Are you Andrew Shade?" He bluntly asked. Andrew answered stuttering "Y-y-yes?" The man kept staring at him from behind his shades. "I am here to bring you to the boat for the tournament. Are you ready?" Andrew looked towards his feet. "I-I d-on't know..." The man raised an eyebrow above his shades. "You don't know? If you aren't sure about going to the tournament in the first place, how do you expect to win?"

He was right. There was no way Andrew could win. At least, so he thought. He clenched his fists next to his body, shaking. If I go, I will get laughed at for being so bad at it. I'm a failure... Suddenly, the voice was there again. You are no failure. You just don't know how to use your strength yet. If you give up now, that would mean you failed. Failed to see this strength. But if you go, I will be there to help you, and we will win this. Andrew stopped shaking. His stance changed from that of a scared little kid to that of a confident duelist. The driver looked at his watch. "Look kid, I don't have to time to wait for duelists who back out before it has even started..." "I'm not backing out." Andrew suddenly said in a deeper, with confidence filled voice. The driver got surprised by the sudden change of attitude. "I'm going to this tournament..." He said as he opened the door of the car. "... and I will win it."

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As the doorbell sounded, Megumi's mother looked at a nearby clock and said, "Is it time already? Oh, it is. It might be them!" As she went over to the door and opened it, there was a man in a suit waiting outside. "Hello, I'm with the tournament, here for a Megumi Takaki," he explained.

The mother turned around and shouted, "Megumi, someone's here to pick you up for the tournament!"

A moment later, Megumi appeared, carrying a backpack on her, as well as lugging a suitcase. Following her was Megumi's father, who had been helping her pack. "Just in time, too," he said.

"We're going to miss you while you're gone!" Megumi's mother said as she hugged Megumi.

"I'm still a bit worried about this, but it looks like there's no changing your mind. Go out there and win that tournament!" Megumi's father said, flashing her a smile and a thumbs up. "A million dollars will get you all set for college, that's for sure."

"Mm," Megumi agreed with a nod.

After putting her shoes on and making sure that she didn't forget anything, she said, "I'm going now," before following the driver to the black car parked right outside her house. Megumi watched from out the window as her parents gave a final farewell wave before the car drove off. The ride was fairly silent, and the driver did not seem inclined to begin a conversation. Seeing as there was little else to do, Megumi reached into her pack and pulled out a small plastic bag filled with four buns that had ham and cheese fillings. Popping one in her mouth, she closed her eyes as she savored the taste before chewing and swallowing. Taking out another, Megumi stared at it for a few seconds before offering it to the driver. "Do you want one?" she asked. The driver didn't even look at Megumi, focusing more on driving and merely responded with, "No thanks." Without another word, Megumi took a bite out of that bun.

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"One million?!"

"Yeah. I got an invitation today. I'm planning on joining with my heroes. It'll be a cinch."

"Careful not to get too cocky. There'll be a lot of strong duelists out to get you. Still, I wonder what you could've done to get them to notice you?"

"I've been playing a few matches here and there. My winning streak's at a good...20 right now?"

"..."

"Boss?"

"Oh, it's nothing. You just sound less excited for this than I do. I figured you'd love to make more than minimum wage for once."

"You kidding? I've got everything a guy could ask for. A million bucks doesn't make much of a difference to me."

"You're acting weird today, that's for sure."

"Whatever. Just thought I should let you know. See ya. Don't worry, I'll remember to give the shop a shout out when I win this tournament. Don't croak till then, old man."

"Pff, arrogant as ever. Best of luck."

Yo turned his phone off and checked to make sure all of the things he needed were in his bag. It was a bit dusty, yeah, but he had it since middle school and it still got the job done. He had an old-school duel disk Boss gave him as a gift for his 17th, as well as his deck, which was stuffed into a little black box for safe keeping. He would have to run it by Boss sometime soon, there were some new "Vision HERO" cards that piqued his interest. Other than that, he really just had the basics. Water bottles, candy bars, and a wad of bonus cash that Boss forced him to bring. Anything to keep him out of trouble, he said.

"Little bro, now's our time to shine." He spoke to the little black box as he took out of the bag. "We'll kick their asses before they know it. I promise, got it?"

He smiled warmly at the box before shoving it into his backpack and zipping it up. He spun the bag around onto his bag and made his way towards the door, hoping a certain someone was asleep in the living room.

"Kid..."

Yo paused as he gripped onto the door handle and replied without taking his hand off.

"What?"

"Just...uh, be safe okay?" His father borderline mumbled out, still clinging onto a beer and rotting away on his chair in front of the TV. Something about the way he said it got Yo's blood boiling. There wasn't a hint of malice to be found in his pathetic voice, but somehow, someway, it got Yo angry. So now he pretended to care, huh?

"Whatever." Yo answered aggressively. He nearly broke their old door down when he slammed it out on his way out.

[Assistant]
Despite the issues some provided to their escorts, everyone had eventually found themselves aboard the ship that would take them to the tournament isle; The Super Sonic Bahamut Shark, or S.S.B.S if you were the lazy type. A truly marvelous and sleek vessel, obviously expensive and show-boating. Whoever had the chump change to throw a million dollars at the winner of a dueling tournament obviously had plenty more to spare if a ship such as this was their transport; Though it had reasons to be on the high end of technology aside from the flashy appearance: While certain duelists managed to be in the same general area, some didn't reside in the same place as the others; Specifically since the tournament had been not only searching for Japanese duelists, but for all nationalities.

Because of this, the ship had to make multiple stops. Thankfully it took a lot less time than with any old boring seacraft; The Super Sonic Bahamut Shark had the capabilities to speed across the water without issue, traveling from location to location to pick up contestants regardless of location. Despite the costs, it was a major save on time; Something the tournament had plenty of regardless, but a pinch of readiness for the tournament to begin went a long way, and led to a speeding ship large enough to hold a hotel's worth of people. Nobody was really arguing with it, though...

With the final stop completed after picking up the American contestants, the S.S.B.S sped off towards the seemingly endless waters. Heading for the island which the tournament would be held on, where only one contestant would be leaving with one million dollars; And the rest would simply get thanked for their efforts. It was tense among those who wanted the win; Knowing there were no second or third place prizes... The tournament clearly intended for everyone to go all out. If they decided to do so or not, was up to the individual. But now they entered a waiting phase as they headed off towards the island.

Everyone had been called below deck and from their rooms to gather in the large dining hall below deck: The large amount of food of varied nations and cultures, as well as just about anything to drink you could ask for (At least if you're old enough). It was the first actual event that had happened since people started boarding, since all the contestants were now together. There was to soon be an announcement, though some might've not cared: They might have been here for the food, or to scope out the competition. Perhaps even try to make friends within the large group of people on board. Regardless of intentions, almost everybody on board was notably present. Aside from some crew, and perhaps a few particularly rebellious duelists.

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Itaki was at one of the tables, scoop in hand. He had been slowly progressing down the table taking everything he fancied; Mainly the seafood selection and some healthy side options. He notably had a secondary plate just for sweets, his sweet tooth being obvious as he had a slice of pie with whipped cream on top, with chocolate pudding poured over it, followed by a scoop of strawberry ice-cream being dunked on top, with three cherries crammed on there as well. Oddly enough he had two spoons in the sweet plate, but it wasn't anything to particularly note about him.

Aside from the fact he was packing up food like a behemoth, he seemed approachable by those that were curious. He was one of the older-looking individuals on board, though not much a whole lot. Perhaps it was just a bit of maturity in his complexion? His facial expression completely tore away the idea of the man being mature, as he was way too excited by the food he was carrying to seem calm or collected in the slightest.

Not to mention he had a dog head sticking out of his shirt. Shugo panted, excited as he stared at the meat on Itaki's plate. As Itaki finished scooping some steamed rice onto the side of his steak, he paused for a moment to readjust how he was holding his plates, to ensure he didn't drop them. He also took the time to pick off some meat and pop it into Shugo's mouth, much to his enjoyment.

"I'll feed you plenty more~!" Itaki exclaimed, laughing to himself as the dog rubbed it's head against his chin, lovingly. If anything, the two appeared to be very happy together. Itaki came off as a man who was perhaps really good with animals... Or at least with his dog.

The man turned and began to walk off, trying to find a place to chow down before the announcement started. Sadly a lot of these girls were too young for him; Though he kept his eye out in case a potential respectable woman appeared for him to dine with. A grin crossed his face at the thought; Though sadly he wasn't certain if women his age even played Duel Monsters. He hoped so, otherwise this trip would be slightly disappointing despite the fun he'd have...

"Where would be a good place to sit..."
 Itaki pondered to himself, continuing along.

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Aside from the man with his dog, there were a few other duelists notably sitting and eating, or simply walking about as well...

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[System]
but with a yellow tie
Super Name: Anarchy

Powers: He believes his powers are centered around his desire for freedom. As such, they are all tools with which he can either remove restrictions or defend against restrictions.

 Amplification: Suppresses the limits on a person's powers or physical body, amplifying them. The more he amplifies a person's powers the faster it tires them and the more it physically harms them. He is able to suppress the negative effects in himself quite a bit, allowing him to safely amplify his own abilities far more than he could safely amplify another person's. If use on someone with dormant powers, it will let them access their powers, allowing him to give potential meta-humans powers.

 Telepathy: Little more than Empathy unless amplified, he can feel another person's fears, concerns, and pain. If amplified he can speak telepathically, and if they allow it, can view another person's memories, though he can't alter memories or force his way into minds.

 Telekinesis: He can shield himself from attacks, either with a skin-tight or a bubble shield, and can lift objects, whether touching them or not. He can also fly. If not amplified it is limited to a few hundred kilos of strength and a flight speed of 100kph. If amplified he can lift up to 100 tonnes and fly at up to mach 10.

 Technopathy: He recently discovered that if he amplified his powers he could break electronic and computer based encryption and security. He is unable to access the files directly with this power, but he can break into them and download them or view them on the machine itself.

Technology: Railgun pistol, Nanotube Armor body suit, wrist computer

Acquaintances: Kevin Kirk (friend)

Personality: He wants to help people be free. What you do with your freedom is up to you, as long as you don't use it to hurt anyone.

Bio: As a child he was treated terribly but his drug addict parents, who rarely fed him but kept him at home to make him work constantly. When he was twelve he was locked in his home, desperate to get out, when the lock on the door broke and he ran away. He spent the next six years on the run, believing that the cops would lock him up if they caught him. While on the run, he learned to read and eventually learned enough to get his GED. He now realizes that he must have been boosting his intelligence with his powers, which would explain the headaches he kept getting. He also learned to use his powers and use them to his advantage.

He got a job working construction, using his powers to secretly help himself, while taking classes online. Eventually he learned enough about technology, chemistry, and biology to start inventing things and selling the patents. He used the money to start Phoenix Security Services and, as they were one of the few security companies that had the technology to take on super villains, they began guarding research facilities. This included research facilities belonging to Lexcorp, Wayne Enterprises, Star Labs, and others.

About two year ago he discovered that he could break computer security with his powers while investigating a stolen shipment of Lexcorp particle rifles. He found that the theft was ordered by a Us General Wade Eiling for use at a secret government facility in South America, and went there under the guise of a hero to get the shipment back. During the resulting battle, however, the base was destroyed and, when he told the press why he went there, they chose to say he was a terrorist. This got the Justice league involved and he had no choice but to side with the Legion of Doom for his own safety. He convinced them to follow him on the grounds that he would help them destroy the Justice League by amplifying them and their powers and, one year ago today they had their greatest battle ever.

During this battle one hero did die, Superman, when Lex Luthor ran a Kryptonite blade through his heart. Anarchy flew off with the body to see if the Ultrahumanite could save his life, but the man of steel died on the operating table. They cremated him, after taking scans and cell samples to verify that he was completely dead and not just in another healing trance, and Anarchy returned the ashes to Metropolis, where he commissioned a statue for the fallen hero.

After that he built up his Security force, hiring ex heroes and villains, as well as ordinary people, and set to work stabilizing the world by being a kind of police force that specialized in super villains. He hired Kevin Kirk about three weeks after the great battle, and the man became one of his best friends and his advisor.

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As he made the leap, Arsenal could hear sounds behind him. Had to be Anarchy, he was the only one in that room with actual powers, and that meant that Patterson was pursuing him personally. Not the best scenario in the world, especially since Light was directly below which likely meant that John was still somewhere nearby. Even against Anarchy alone, Roy's chances were slim at best, but they at least were still there. Against the combined efforts of Anarchy, Green Lantern, and even Batman and Green Arrow should the two decide to get involved? Those chances instantly went from slim to more or less negative.

Roy silently cursed his rotten luck, but he wouldn't let that drag him down. He managed to twist his body around in midair so that he was looking up at the pursuing Anarchy and aimed another arrow at him, "Trick or treat you son-of-a-bitch!" he shouted, letting the projectile fly. This arrow was... special. Arsenal knew full well that Anarchy could stop or deflect a normal arrow, so he cooked up something a little special. This specific arrow was not only rigged with explosive C4, it also had a micro-sized timer for a detonator that would ensure the arrow would explode shortly after being shot out. If Roy calculated the timing correctly, the arrow should theoretically blow up in Anarchy's face too soon before he could catch it or deflect it with his telekinesis. His armor would probably still protect him, but Roy would take even the smallest advantage he could get if it meant getting himself and Light out of here alive.

Speaking of Light, Roy crash landed onto her roughly two or three split seconds after releasing the exploding arrow on Anarchy. Hell, the only reason he even took the shot midair like that was because he managed to notice Light preparing to catch him beforehand. The landing itself was... rough to say the least, but Roy was more or less unscathed and able to stand back up nonetheless, "Come on! He won't be slowed down for long!" even as he spoke, Roy threw down a pair of smoke bombs to hide them from enemy vision and wasted no time in yanking the cartoony girl to her feet and make a hasty retreat to a manhole nearby. If they could get underground before being spotted then they would still have a chance to lose them.

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Anarchy instinctively covered his face from the explosion, and when the smoke cleared looked down to see a cloud of smoke on the sidewalk in front of his office. The Lantern flew over. "I cleared civilians from the danger zone." Wind blew the smoke away and they saw that the two attackers were gone. "I take it they went down the sewers?"

"Unless they can teleport." Anarchy responded, then tapped a button on his wrist computer. "Boomerang, get your lazy ass out here, and bring one of those tracker-bots we bought from Dr. Ivo." Less than a minute later six men in armor, the lead one wearing a belt with boomerangs on it, came out followed by a rough robotic approximation of a German Shepherd. It's skin was made of a titanium mesh and any hair it had was part of a system designed to detect air currents. Anarchy motioned land and motioned to the manhole cover. "I was just attacked. I believe the attackers went through there."

Boomerang motioned to the dog and it sniffed around, and the Australian ex-villain got an update on his wrist-comp. "Someone went down there less than five minutes ago. He's only picking up one scent, though."

"Strange." said Anarchy. "We'll figure out why after you bring them back. And try to bring them back in one piece." he said, referring to the last time he was attacked and Boomerang accidentally cut the man's arm off.

"Yes, sir." he said military style, then, after saluting, ordered his men to open the cover so they could follow.

Anarchy and the Lantern flew back to the office and saw the last of the team drop into the sewers, taking the fake dog with them. "Sorry about that. No idea who that was." said Anarchy, looking more at the clock than his guests. "We'll have to make this quick, as I'm due home in just over two hours." The men nodded. Mark looked at the former archer. "So, Ollie, what have your architects come up with?"

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Being a toon really had its ups and downs. Somedays you weren't sure if the person you tried to catch would land in your arms or flatten you. This time though Arsenal, while uninjured from his fall, did manage to squish Light to a pancake as she caught him. He was nice enough though to pick her up after laying down a smokescreen cover, dragging her currently paper thin body down into the nearby sewers.

"So, why'd ya abort there?" Light said to Arsenal, the two making their way through the sewer system, Light still being carried by him as she blew herself back up to normal, Arsenal dropping her onto her feet when she suddenly gained a few kilos. Keeping pace with the red archer as he guided them through the sewers, she thought to herself a bit. "Wonder how badly they're chasing us right now. We did both just use a few explosives on the big bad's HQ" she said, giving him a toothy grin.

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Two hours later Mark Patterson shook hands with his business colleges. "Well I guess that's about it for the planning phase. They started construction on the guard buildings yesterday, so we'll need to finish this up some time in the next week so they can start on the main building."

"We'll work out the details and get something to you by Thursday." said Bruce. "Now with that out of the way, are you two coming to the memorial tomorrow? I'm giving the speech for the Superman day service in Metropolis."

"I'll definitely be there." said Oliver. He looked at Mark. "You?"

"Well, Tara was wanting to go, but I don't think everyone would be too happy if I showed up. I'll watch it on tv, though, and contact Lois personally."

Wayne nodded. "In that case, I'll be going."

"Need to use the Ztube?" Mark asked. All Pheonix Security Services offices were equipped with private zeta tubes so that they could move personnel around easily.

"No, I drove the Lambroguini." he responded. "After all, it's only a few miles."

"Well, I'll need to use it." said Queen, "At least If I want to get home before this time tomorrow."

"I'll show you the way." Mark said. "I already added the two of you to it, though, so if you need to come back here you won't need to use public transport or some other tube in the city." They left the office and, when Queen and Patterson reached the Z tube they met Kevin who had just arrived.

"Sorry it took so long, sir. I had to stand in line. Apparently they really were one of the most popular places in Tokyo."

"Thank you." Mark said, taking the bags. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I've got the day off tomorrow. I'm helping Lois set up for tomorrow night's service."

Mark nodded. "I guess it really has been a long day. I should ha e remembered that." He said goodbye, the motioned for the guard to open up the gate for Oliver back to Star City.

The gate scanned the former archer. "Recogized. Oliver Queen." it said in a feminine robotic voice. Oliver stepped through and it shut down. Mark motioned to the guard again and again the z tube spoke. "Recognized. Mark Patterson."

He stepped through and arrived at Wayne Enterprises lunar resort, formerly known as the Watchtower, but now redesigned with apartments for the rich and the station's crew. Wayne had also added a tourist area with it's own public Z tube for those that wanted to visit. This part of the resort, however, was sectioned off from the tourist area with security scanners. They used the same scanning algorithm as the z tube he just used, the original one from when the Justice League used this place. In fact, it was wondered that every former Justice League and Teen Titan member was still authorized to use it.

After the tube announced his arrival, he waved to the guard and made his way to the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, Tara Markov, a moderately sized apartment with a perminant earthrise out the window.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 18

Appearance:
Without looking closely or regarding her hair or face, Kyang's state of dress would suggest that she is a young man. Her build, though slighter than an average soldier, holds strength and skill to hold her own in a fight. Her clothing reflects this intent. She wears a coat of metal scales that covers her body and arms, over a long, vibrant blue robe. Grey foot wrappings and sandals cover her feet and a plumed, hide and steel skullcap with leather skirts that cover the neck sits under her arm wherever she is out of a fight. On her back is a knapsack with a few mementos and up her sleeve is a dagger, but her most precious personal item is the Chu family's polearm, the Dragon Ship Tiller - a glaive with a broad reclining blade, a circular hilt, and a tassel. The base of the blade depicts the head of a boar in bronze.

Kyang's grey eyes tend to glint with what could either be daring madness or simply knowing something that others do not.
Can Manipulate Qi/Ki?: Nope.

Abilities (if any):
Combat Training: Much to the chagrin of her family, Kyang practices her martial arts forms regularly. The original rationale was 'self-defence', but it has since grown to the point where mere muggers or kidnappers are the least of her worries. Her hand-to-hand and knife fighting techniques are rudimentary, while her real skill lies in polearm techniques.

Historical and Military Knowledge: Kyang idolises her great grandfather, the renowned general Chu Chihun. She has not only poured over the historical documents that made up his career, but has expanded her voracious reading to military doctrine and the international histories of Kanami in general.

Unflappable Cunning: It is difficult enough to surprise Kyang, but if she shows any fear at all, she is almost inhuman in her ability to obscure it. She is instead resourceful and tries to plan on her feet in clever ways.
Personality:
Kyang tends to be blunt and vocal about most things, but could not be described as prideful or impatient. Arrogant, maybe, but she likes to deliberately get a rise out of those who act serious in particular. That said, she is not this way out of ignorance for common decency, she just prefers open honesty rather than unnecessary subtext.

The two things that frustrate her the most are people who overcomplicate things and those that doubt her abilities. She is fiercely independent after travelling for so long and is insulted by people who presume to do things for her. This, in turn, makes it difficult to admit that she needs help when such occasions arise.

Despite her banter or her gripes, Kyang is a loyal friend and an encouraging presence. Her loud, confident, and direct nature lends a sort of courage in the face of adversity. As well, her quick plans, whether they are sound or not, give an aura of certainty about her.
History:
In the last war of significant scale taken part in by Daeyang-Gug, few versed in its history could pass over the exploits of the legendary general Chu Chihun. On record for winning countless battles, breaking daunting sieges, and commanding the defence of a city against a force twelve times his garrison's number and still achieving victory. His name became immortal and his family was well rewarded.

Three generations later, the Chu family's military legacy has changed forms. Their calling has instead been edged into the realms of politics to remain relevant the prevailing peacetime. The current head of the house is indeed still relevant, being a high ranking governmental official and only two degrees of separation from the king. The family's youngest adult daughter, however, was never a flatterer.

Kyang grew up in a stifling, cloistered childhood amongst her family. The only friends she could have were delicate flowers of young girls, brought to tears by the mildest of chilly winds. She grew up with her family's intention to marry her off and slot her into the role of a lady of the house. Unfortunately, Kyang was more interested in watching the guard drills in the courtyard than learning to pour tea. She liked their dances more than any others. With not much to do but study and practice etiquette, Kyang spend her free time reading, eventually becoming entranced by the stories of her great grandfather.

Age granted Kyang more freedoms, but she was still tied to the family. Whenever she could, she slinked away to find libraries of friends' houses or kingdom records for more material to worm through, she found herself a tutor to teach 'self-defence', and she would disguise herself and train with the household guard at times. Their cameraderie and blunt nature rubbed off on her. By the time she approached her adulthood, she could never resemble the noble lady that her family needed her to be.

It wasn't even Kyang's eighteenth birthday before she was informed that she would marry a man she had never met. While living with the conveniences of her family was manageable, Kyang knew that she would have fewer freedoms and more responsibilities in matrimony. She knew she had to leave without notice.

What was to be a birthday feast in Kyang's honour found her absent. She had taken the family glaive (disused for decades by this point), a guard uniform, a fistful of coin, and a few personal items, and then disappeared in broad daylight. No one spotted her leaving and no one searching found her since.

Kyang's plan was to head to Mingdu and assume a new identity. If she could, she wanted to become a librarian, or translator, or a scribe, or something similar. If all else failed, she supposed that she could become a nun. Her primary objective was to avoid the stifling and stilted lifestyle she left behind, instead gaining more independence.

There was no chance of Kyang getting a career in the military, which was what she really wanted. She considered trying to cross-dress her way into an army, but she didn't believe it would work like that one tragic story from Yunshou about the girl who took his sick father's place in the draft.

She reached Mingdu within the year, for better or for worse.
Other:
Legends suggest that Dragon Ship Tiller, the Chu family glaive that Kyang carries, holds the soul of a powerful patron creature or ancestor. While it is an exquisite weapon in and of itself, there does not appear to be any outward power imparted by it. However, more than one historical source has attributed General Chu Chihun's tactical prowess to the powers of the glaive, which may explain Kyang's quick thinking.

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After an intense minute of deliberate easing of the arrow from his shoulder, Liu let out a huge sigh of relief as it finally came out. No poison, it seemed; usually, the blood around the arrow would be dyed black or something if that was the case. Throwing the arrow to the ground, the young hunter took up a meditative position against the tree trunk and, after tearing off a strip of cloth from his clothes, bound the wound to prevent it from bleeding out any further. With that out of the way, he took a deep breath and began to actually meditate. He was still aware of his surroundings, but this measure, as he had found in the past, would ease the pain for the moment.

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The bandit facing off against Torako stood there silently, his face unmoving as he held his weapon at the ready. What good were the words of a child, after all? The two were in completely different positions of power, and he certainly would have no trouble--!
Kyang's battle cry shocked the man out of his thoughts as he turned around, only to see a giant axe coming straight for his face. Barely raising his sword in time, the bandit deflected the weapon to the side before rolling away from both parties.

"Backup, huh? Well, if that's two of you here and one back there..."
A sickening smiled curled up the man's face his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
"I think I might actually have some fun today~!"

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A sudden gust of wind blew around Dai Xin as the men closed in around him, and though it did not bring any stop to the bandits' weapons, it certainly heralded something a bit more... Malicious.

"Oh? What have we here?" came a voice from the shadows. Casually landing on a branch right in front of the red-headed martial artist, a pair of grizzled men--fighters looking to be in their late twenties, both draped in tattoos--stared straight at their new opponent.

"You know, the boss might not be happy we lost so many today," the one on Xin's left remarked, his fists covered by spiked knuckles and leather gloves. "Wasn't this meant to be a hit-and-run operation? One of our spies told us that--"

"You know how this usually goes," the other responded, a pair of katars strapped onto his arms. "We send the recruits to deal with the small fries, and we avoid the big fish. Seems they caught on, though."

"Oh, that's not very convenient. Well, the boss will kill us if we don't catch the ones responsible, so I guess we'd best get to work."
"Yeah. Chiu blew the whistle, after all."

The duo's lack of respect was, clearly enough, one based in overconfidence. After all, they had been the undisputed 'arms' of the group, so to speak; nobody had needed them yet...
And for good reason.

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The broad side of an axe met a firm palm that pushed ever so slightly, guiding it just off the angle of attack. The elbow of the opposite arm came around as Dai Xin slid into extreme close quarters, and the man's jaw was shattered, his teeth flying as the sheer force tore skin from his cheek.

"Twenty Five Basic Movements--Elbow Strike."

The sliding, spinning motion continued, placing the bandit between himself and a sword blade. Then he let go as steel sank into flesh, and turned his wrist. Explosive power over just a few inches was augmented by focused Qi--it left every other channel and instead traveled to the tendons of the forearm to control that rotation, then the tricep as his hand came down.

"--Knife Edge Palm--"

A collarbone didn't just break, it collapsed, shards of bone puncturing the neck as the man screamed. Dai Xin let his torso bend slightly with the downward force, enough that he could raise his leg and thrust straight backwards without losing balance. A raised sword dropped as the impact went through the gut, rupturing organs before the spine barely stopped it.

"--Reverse Hammer Kick--"

Dai Xin pulled his leg back and stood up straight, looking ahead then turning his gaze over one shoulder. His arms reached out to intercept the wrist and elbow, stopping the club's path, while the same leg he'd kicked with earlier shot out again.

"--Side Hammer Kick--"

Another attacker took the kick in the throat, and surprisingly he did not die immediately, as Dai Xin had to spend too much power blocking the attack while balanced on only one leg. But with his windpipe spasming and enough force to knock him to the ground, the bandit wouldn't be a threat for the moment. Dai Xin twisted his body as he brought his leg back, so that he could drag the man with the club forward and bury his knee in the foe's groin.

"--Battering Knee Strike--"

Something burst. Two somethings. A high pitched, keening scream could be heard for quite a distance. Then another punch silenced it.

Two turned and began trying to run. A red demon loomed behind them, claws reaching out and snagging them by the scruffs of their shirts. He didn't have to use a vice grip or a yank of the arms. He just let their own momentum reach its end, and as they found themselves jerked backwards like a dog jumping at its chain, their feet left the ground. Now Dai Xin did put force into it, slamming them against the earth hard enough to shatter bone and crack stone.

He straightened, shaking drops of blood from his hands. Then he turned to the two who stood watching. His exchange with their underlings had taken about as long as their own verbal one.

"Ah. Then these bandits were indeed part of something larger." he said simply. "Good. I was not satisfied with my match with Five Wheel Striking Style."

He took up his stance, and the cold gust of wind grew warmer as translucent power began to waft around his body.

"This one is Dai Xin, of the Fist of the Sky, pupil of Grandmaster Wu Ji. Be grateful I respect your strength enough to name myself honorably, though you are naught but dogs in the guise of men."

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While Kyang wondered if it was her shout that gave the bandit warning enough to parry her glaive, she had to work with what she had. The man was agile, that much was clear as Kyang's follow-up slice only cut through air as her opponent tumbled away. She stomped into a guarding stance with her blade forward and eyed down the man. She did not come all this way to talk trash.

"KYEEEE!" Kyang skipped forward and swung her blade up and to her left, wheeling it behind herself and striking out to cut the bandit at his left elbow. "HA!" With the weight and length of the weapon, she intended to keep the bandit off balance and out of reach respectively by transitioning into a combo of whirling cuts coming in from diagonals. The blade blurred around to the left shoulder, "HA!" it span around to the bandit's bottom-right, "HA!" Kyang struck at the bandit three more times in quick succession before breaking off, "DA! DA! KYA!"

In an instant, Kyang had stepped back and was back in her guard again. Her heart was racing, but she was not giving up any time soon. She knew a counter-attack would ensue. She intended to check and feint off all that she could. She would be paying more attention to flaws in the bandit's fighting, but she was counting on Torako to exploit openings, or force ones that Kyang could exploit herself.


[System]
Age: 18

Birthday: Jan 20th

Magic:
Well of Creation: This magic can pull from the users imagination, but requires immense levels of concentration and magic reserve. The user must have a solid grasp on the item they wish to create, a firm and solid image in their mind. Without a solid image, you might end up fighting with a squiggly line for a sword. This means only the things he has practiced the hardest are capable of being brought out in the midst of a tough combat.

Small objects tend to be the easiest to create. Requiring less magical energy, though they tend to have the least amount of punch. Intricate items require more focus, though the size is what determines the magical cost of said item. A chair for example wouldn't eat up too much magical energy and can be created rather easily.

Though a large object, such as say a wooden beam, a tree, a carriage etc. Would eat up a much more substantial amount of magic. To add decoration and such wouldn't require much more in the way of magic, but the amount of concentration would be much more substantial.

Some Spells would include, for the minor range-

Sword Creation: Creating a sword of stern magical strength, though the skill to use it well doesn't come along with the blade.

Armor Creation: Creates a decent set of armor for the user, though their movements may become a bit more sluggish, their defenses can go up at least.

Chair Creation: Everyone needs a place to sit.

Magical Bomb: An explosive created utilizing magic as it's detonator.

Medium Range Spells Would include-

Armor Golem: A suit of armor, with weapon, capable of moving on the command of the user.

Tracking Beast: A small creature, the size of a normal house cat, though this creatures entire purpose in life is sniffing out the target.

Magic Level: Dunno.. A?

History: Verick was born to a father and mother in the mountains of a small country. His father was a practitioner of magic and the only reason he had found himself a wife was in order to continue passing down his magical knowledge. His purpose was to try to force his son to pass on his knowledge to his own son… etc. etc.. eventually culminating in the most powerful mage since Zeref. Though this plan was short lived. His father was found out, practicing illegal magic.

Verick was out gathering fire wood at the time and luckily had escaped capture himself. But was forced to live on his own from that day forward. He practiced his magic in secret, traveling from town to town so he wouldn't end up caught like his father… Though he had no idea of guilds until he reached fourteen. Now he's been searching for something worthwhile, a guild where he can settle down… and get filthy rich. (Living on the streets so long and always forced to be in that mountain home… He never got to have any toys or books outside of magic… now he craves everything he never had as a child.)

Personality: Verick is a happy go lucky guy on the outside. But he tends to press buttons and get on peoples nerves. He believes that by pressing their buttons you see the true person. He is mistrustful of people, seeing as how he was raised and the life he lived afterward, never knowing when people might see him or turn him in. Though he longs for the kind of life that others had, a family, friends… people to care for him. But he often sabotages these relationships.

Guild and guild mark location: No Guild Yet

Team Members: none

Three Strengths:
1. Strong imagination
2. Skilled with many forms of weapons
3. Knows how to live on the streets! (He's... been homeless a while.)

Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)

1. Has a hard time focusing when an enemy appears to be stronger than him. (He becomes overwhelmed with doubt and worry. "C... Can i beat this guy...?) Making his magic much harder to control.

2. Money- He's willing to do anything to obtain his lifes blood. Money. Even if it requires putting a comrade in a dangerous position. (Think Natsu when he teamed up with Lucy for that book job... But all the time.)

3. Has a hard time getting to know or trust others. Because of this and his habit of using comrades to obtain money, it makes it very hard for him to form any kind of relationship or friendship.

Greatest Love: Money, There is nothing in this world greater than the almighty dollar (Or Jewel in this case)

Motivation: To obtain enough magical energy and power... TO CREATE A MANSION TO RIVAL ANY KINGS CASTLE!!! With an army of golems at his side! WAHAHAHAHA! (His true motivation, is to overcome his trust issues, and seek out friends and comrades.)

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Dome Battle, part II

Ferrin Astra*

 A surge of adrenaline hit Ferrin in a rush, and his power came like a drug, coursing through his veins. His breath came quicker, his focus sharpened, and his awareness exploded outward. His mind became still, and his emotions were not expressed on his face, but in his magic. He was reminded why he loved to fight; loved the thrill of testing his own limits, the sheer euphoria of seeing Death come for him, and waving as it passed by.

The spell-lined coat's wards interfered with the magic of the bone casing, it only formed a thin eggshell layer with a few knobby protrusions. Ferrin noted it unconsciously, as he swifly lept out of the way of the onrush of necrotic energy. The casing crubled and fell off from the sudden speed of his movement. He dashed toward Nidhogg, his movement only a blur to most eyes. As he did, he snapped his fingers, and requiped his Shiden EX. The familar weight fell into his hand, a long, curved sword with a guard, somewhere between a scimitar and a katana. He muttered a quick spell, and the blade edge began to glow a cheerful, cherry-red.

He crossed the space between them in what seemed like an instant, at the apex of his rush, he swung his sword, chopping through the bone spear in Nidhogg's hands, like a hot knife (which it was) through butter (which it wasn't). Before his coat settled, his arm moved in a blur, sending a flurry of swordstikes at Nidhogg. Should his blade connect, the wound would cauterize, and then literally catch fire. His face was calm, and serene almost emotionless, as it had lost its usual miscevious and mocking expression. This was a serious Ferrin; his resolve to kill could be felt throughout the battlefield.

@Joshua Tamashii@Lunarlors34@Raijinslayer@Roseletta

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Angel Ferrara

From the way Cyare was glowering (and glowing) after Rei's flippant response, clearly he had gotten under her skin somehow - something that Angel expected was kinda commonplace.

Cyare must be real sensitive about her trail mix...

Maybe that's why she kept nudging Angel for conversation now and again. She needed trail mix help and didn't want to ask with Rei around.

Well, he'd be happy to oblige.

As soon as Kaia was asleep, anyway.

Angel sliced up the other half of the pear and held out the fruit, impaled on his knife, to Rei.

"Here ya go!" the trap said brightly.

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Sora Kaze, Mai Butcher, Jess Butcher and Ethel Storm

"...Oh god no." Mai groaned into her hand as Verrick introduced himself. This was very similar as to how she and Jess had met Sora, except a lot less painful. And involved a lot less fighting.
But Sora had introduced himself similarly so she had a bad feeling about this guy now.
"What's a 'Chu'?" Jess asked with her head cock slightly to the side as she looked at Verrick now. Although she looked at the strange creature she had found earlier and seemed to understand what he meant now. Now that she thought about it, it had said nothing but 'Chu' and he seemed to have indicated towards this adorable thing.
So this was it's owner?
"*Ahem* as I was saying." Sora cleared his throat loudly now to get everyone's attention. His left eyebrow was twitching slightly in annoyance at the interruption. He also was still pretty annoyed with the other two but decided to leave that matter for another time, time was stacked against them here. Upon noticing the Chu however he went pale, but he had a plan this time! He would ignore it!
"While I was up there I saw a disturbance to the west of us. Big hand of golden water and all. You guys know what that mean right?" Sora looked towards Jess, Mai and Ethel now as the former two nodded. Ethel however seemed excited, but Verrick might be confused.
"Golden water? Scary water lady. That means nee-san is probably there too."

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James Hunt|Streets of Crocus
@Raijinslayer@Crimson Raven@Joshua Tamashii@Roseletta

James reacted quickly, throwing a Cleansing Light down on the seal and dispersing the energy it was spewing forth and his shield, encased in holy magic, catching the energy that escaped the Light and dispersing it.. However, his momentum into his next attack was lost so he opted instead to throw down a barrier of protection around those he knew as friends and then brought his sword around in an arc towards Nidhogg, a Holy Slash projecting from the blade in the form of an arced golden energy wave moving through the air.

Mako Kurohiko, Exiled Warrior|Fairy Eatery

Mako remained silent as Alan answered the question and nodded in a small amount of understanding. He had some similar experience back in Isvan with his family, who were alienated because of their various roles in riot control and other violence required issues. "I guess in that regard, I don't really know much about guilds...perhaps you could fill me in a little, Mr Mako?" Mako was pulled from his reverie to the present and he nodded, taking another bite of food.

"Guilds, as I have been able to find out in my travels through Fiore, function like...a family of sorts or a military unit, if we're speaking about Frenzy Plant. In both cases, the only truly high authority is the Guild Master, and unless the guild's lively hood is at stake, you're left to your own devices." He took a drink of his tea before continuing. "I have not stayed in the halls of any of this years participants for the Grand Magic Games, but I have stayed in others, and typically they're good and a very solid support group. Who know, maybe one of the members knows something about your missing fragments."

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Verick stood there and rubbed the back of his head. "Man this is sounding a lot less fun and a lot more dangerous." He groaned to himself, trying to think of what he should do right now. "Wellp… I can create a few soldiers… yeah I could do." He rubbed his chin, mumbling to himself and ignoring the others. "Ah… Sorry, Yeah that thing's a Chu." He was clearly behind in the conversation but he had some things to sort out in his mind. If he didn't have a clear vision he wouldn't be able to create anything at all. "Alright, Alright." He nodded, "I can do this. I can do this, it's cool" He smacked his face and nodded.

"ALRIGHT! I'm good to go." He looked down at Ethel. "You seem perked up kid, that's good." He then nodded to Sora. "Good to have you back old man. If you've seen where the… gold water? Was… uh lead the way." He paused himself and looked back at the other girl. "That Chu, It's the kids now. She wanted one." Turning back to Ethel, he threw his hands out. "Happy Early/Late Birthday... I'll only charge... 2000 Jewels."


[System]
Age: 23

Appearance: A dark skinned, tall, pigeon-chested man with a gawky build, Gilles seems to fit the description of your stereotypical nerd quite easily, especially when paired with his braces and ridiculously thick glasses. His head is square-ish, and the hair on said head is twisted back into simple dreadlocks which hang down to his shoulders in no specific pattern or style, while his facial hair is mostly untidy stubble. Decked out in a simple (and slightly worn out) blue hoodie, gray sweatpants, and brown running shoes which were, once upon a time, white, one might think that he may be the atheletic sort despite his nerdy appearance and build - not that you can tell much under the clothes- but rest assured, this is not the case.

Other:
-He's got quite the knack with technology
-100% Certified Manchild
-College drop-out
-Works as a a freelance computer and system repair man and as a vlogger
-Originates from Belgium; speaks French and limited Flemmish
-Terrified of most every kind of creepy crawly
-Naturally curious and not afraid to stick his nose where it doesn't belong
-Wanted to take up acting before
-Fascinated by the gems and expresses it in a way akin to a six year gushing over their favourite super hero

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"Of course not." Sodalite shot back rather quickly. In the short time that she had been in possession of these weapons, she had grown fond of them. She would take the time to learn most to all of them, to be capable with any sort of weapon at her disposal. Of course, she still had her personal weapon that she could call on, but having an additional armory wouldn't hurt at all. If they were going to be some sort of group, then the other Gems would have access to the weapons as well if they wanted to use them. She wasn't going to be selfish about it. She glared at Aquamarine griefly for insulting the weapons, but she had to admit that she was right, they had been there for longer than she could think, and were extremely dull. However, she would do her best to restore them.

Evenkite made sense, though. The weapons would get damaged being pushed on the ground all of the time, and the noise it caused was a fair bit louder than when she shuffled around with them in her arms. "I like the weapons." Sodalite spoke again. "I'll take care of them and keep them sharp and you can all use them if you need too. We'll be prepared for anything and everything." She smiled at her weapons, but did not pick them up. She would come back for them later, as she had said before. First, they had to get Emerald to whever Johnny would be taking them.

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Johnny was in the mood, meaning nearly everything was blocked out of his mind. It was just Johnny, and the task. No noise, no smells, nor awareness besides one foot behind the other as he pulled Emerald along. The time he registered the others was when Aquamarine helped lighten the load some more, with three people doing this than they were sure to make some great time. As they others talked, argued, and what not, Johnny was busy remembering every detail of his walk. To be honest the way to his Van was kind of a maze, if he wasn't careful he would lead them all into circles.

It took a bit longer than expected, there were some troubles along the way but all in all it was a fairly uneventful trip. The Gems did their thing while he did his, peaceful in some focused and working way. Eventually he began to recognize the area and found that his Van was just beyond the bend. "Look alive people, the Van is just around the corner." and with that he and the two helpers propped Emerald against the Van while Johnny fished his keys from his pocket and slid the side door open before jumping in, clearing room for the talking weight.

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Spinel thought for a moment. She had been asked for a name, but she didn't actually know what her's was. A couple of the other gems seemed to have already determined what their names were on their own. She looked down at her elbow as much as she could without dropping Emerald by lifting it, and saw a clear gem. Would she be able to come up with a name for herself simply by thinking hard enough, as her new companions seemed to? ...No. In her mind, a name had to be more than just a random word. It had to mean something, help highlight her best qualities. She felt she had a good thing going with the naming conventions she'd been using, and didn't plan to stop now. "I've been going by Canyon Spirit for most of my life, but I can see now that that name isn't very suitable. You may call me Perceptive Clear." Spinel said.

"Also, Johnny, since you don't seem fully aware of this, it seems that Knowledgeable Aquamarine is the only one among us who can remember anything from very long before the recent battle." Spinel then faintly smiled and nodded at Zircon. "Thank you for helping us, Unassuming Black." Spinel slowly lowered Emerald into the van when they reached it. "Well, there you are. I suppose this is goodbye for now, Annoy-" no, she was making a concentrated effort to be more friendly, remember? "that is, Sturdy Emerald."

[Assistant]
"Perhaps you're right, Aquamarine, but there's no need to put them in worse shape. Plus, the noise is quite painful on the ears."

Evenkite turned back towards Sodalite, the flail-like weapon now under her arm as well. She bent over to pick up another weapon -a baton- and clutched it in her hand, decided that these three would be enough for the first trip.

"Well, first we'll have to learn how to use them properly. Except maybe her," she said, trying her best to motion towards the now axe-wielding Howlite with her arms full, "And that's a very kind offer, but of most of them are too big to be much use for me. This sword should be okay, though."

Taking a few steps back towards Johnny and the others, it seemed as if Evenkite was going to leave, but something made her decided otherwise. Instead, she turned towards Sodalite once more and whispered, "I suggest you keep a few hidden and on your person. I still don't' know how to feel about this Aquamarine lady, and it might be better to do so, you know."

And with that, she made her way back towards Johnny and the group, letting him lead the way towards this 'van' he spoke of. Having never been too far from her hole, never mind farther away from Kindergarten, Evenkite walked in awed silence, taking in the new sights. For a moment, she almost felt good about leaving, almost felt as if this were for her best, and not just Amber's.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

Now at the van -and what a curious looking thing it was-, Evenkite stood looking at it for quite a while, before being snapped back into reality.

"Excuse me, Johnny, sir, but where should I place these?

[User]
It didn't take too long to clear everything for the glorified paperweight, as a person with a penchant for collection he had a nice setup with limited space he liked to keep the Van a neat and organized machine. With a help from Perceptive Clear, apparently, Johnny and her had situated Emerald in such a that he took up a small amount of space. Happy with the duo's organizational ability, Johnny idly grabbed a small towel to soak up the sweat that accumulated from the walk back. After placing his hiking pack where it belonged he also fished a small paper box and gave it a several taps before a small white stick shot out. Deftly he brought the stick up to his head and tucked it behind his ear for later.

as he did this he absorbed Perceptive Clears words and thought on them, sitting down on the lip of the side door while he waited for the others to catch up. "Hmmm, now that you mention it...it is pretty weird. I know that the Crystal Gems at Beach City have been there since before anyone can remember so Aquamarine could just be like them, old." Johnny finished his words with a shrug and stood up as more of the Gems showed up. Taking his knife out, Johnny gazed at his reflection in the blue blade. "Maybe these guys aren't Crystal Gems after all...well at least Aquamarine is one. Maybe these guys are just young? The don't seem to know much of...well anything." It was a slightly disconcerting thought but he soon forgot about it as the small one, Evenkite asked him about her weapons. "Oh uh I'll just put them on my clothes, they should stay safe there. And please, just call me Johnny. Sir was my father."

[Assistant] "Well, all of us were born today. What do you expect?" Emerald asked Johnny. He could hear pretty well from the back of the van, especially considering his ears weren't covered. "But what are these Crystal Gems? What makes them different from us?" Emerald was waiting for the rest of the people to get moving. "What do you know about them? Sorry for all the questions, I thought it might be nice to talk a bit since, well, that's all I can do for now." As he said this, small cracks started forming around his shoulder areas, and small pieces of stone fell off and...vanished. Emerald supposed that would be a good way to put it.

[User]
Aquamarine hardly spoke as they moved through the Kindergarten as she found herself lost in thought, just following Johnny's lead and every so often checking to make sure that they were all still together so no one was left behind or lost. She knew that letting her mind wander was the worst thing for her to do at the moment considering she would have to bring up the past to explain everything to these new gems which was hard enough without the added memories now trying to come to the surface. She happy to be brought out of her own world when Johnny spoke of this mysterious 'van' was just around the corner. What she had been picturing in her mind was no where near close to the contraption before her. She gently helped the others place Emerald down next to the van before curiously looking over the vehicle, her hand gently brushing across the design of an ocean before stepping back.

"Johnny, are you sure we are all going to be able to fit?" Aqua asked softly before looking to Emerald, "My guess is they are not different from us at all. I think they don't want to associate with home anymore not that I blame them cause I don't want to either. Earth is our home now..."

[Assistant]
As Evenkite had suggested, Sodalite did her best to hide some of the smaller blades in the event that Aquamarine was actually some sort of evil-doer. She needed to know for a fact that Aquamarine was on the right side of the fight, but had to go along for now until she could be fully convinced. It was rather difficult to hide them, but she did her best.

As they approached the metal shell sitting atop four round pieces of rubber, Sodalite looked at Aquamarine once more. If they couldn't all fit in there, then they could just sit on the top, or hang on the back and just hope that they didn't fall off. She said nothing yet, as she didn't believe that she was required to say anything just yet.

[User]
Johnny only heard the beginning of what Emerald had said and ducked his head in to hear the important bits of it. "Um...basically the Crystal Gems are the good guys as far as I can tell but you should talk to Aquamarine, she would no more about it than I would. I've just gone to places that the Gems have left behind."

However his little talk was inturrupted by Aquamarines voice asking a really important question, could they all fit? Hypothetically yes. They were all relativly small but there were like... 7 of them? It would be a squeeze but it yeah...he could fit them. Well, only if big man decided to stay tucked in his shell, gem...thing. "It would be a squeeze but all of you could fit inside. Unless one of you would like to ride on the roof, I've got straps. Running his hand through his hair, messing up the uniformity of it, Johnny gave a sigh before answering. "The only thing I'm worrying about is if the big guy wants to pop out of his shell. I couldn't fit him and everyone else."

[Assistant] Riding on the roof interested Spinel, for some reason. She had worked really hard at being friendly to the gems she'd just met, but she decided she deserved a break. She assumed nobody else would be on the roof. "Riding on the roof sounds quite nice, actually. I'd like to call it if nobody else minds." Spinel said.

[User] "My name is Emerald. I guess I'll stay in here, and if it gets too tight, the smallest one could sit on me. I can't feel anything through this shell." Honestly, it wouldn't bother him. He wouldn't feel a thing with someone half his size. Emerald wondered what made these Gems crystal. He would ask. "But, "Johnny", what makes these Gems Crystal? Are they special?"

[Assistant] Aquamarine sighed a bit as her comment went unnoticed by Emerald before shaking her head lightly and thinking about if Amber reformed. If he did so in the van that might be a bit of a problem but nothing they all couldn't handle. "If push comes to shove, I can also shapeshift into a smaller form of some kind and Eve could possibly be held by Amber if such a situation occurs or hop onto Emerald as he states and since one of us is already riding on the roof that should be fine. At least that is my hope."  she said.

[User]
A lopsided frown found its way on Johnny's face as he looked at the Van. When it was just him it seemed so big, granted....seven people. Nonetheless it was time to go. "All right everybody! Its time we get this ride going, so I'm gonna need everyone to hop in, on, and whoever wants can sit in the passenger seat. Just don't tear things up too much, I live in here." With that he opened his door, called his mighty steed to life, and began to supervise the sitting down process.

"I just know that they saved the Earth at least twice, that seems pretty special in my book. Talk to Aquamarine when you get a chance, she'll know more than I ever will." Johnny said, half paying attention to the statue.

[Assistant] Spinel climbed directly onto the roof without really being told to. "This is perfect, you can all enjoy the extra room okay?" She hoped nobody would protest. This admittedly wasn't her safest idea, but she was pretty confident that she wouldn't get seriously maimed or anything like that. The view was actually quite nice, and she was interested to see how everything would look in motion.

[User]
"Alright then s-Johnny. I'll try to remember that. And actually, Emerald, not all of us were. Aquamarine certainly isn't, and as for myself, I've been in Kindergarten for a while, actually. I think most gems just leave after a short while, actually. That's what the green gem before you did. But then again, I don't think the green gem was new either, so take it for what you will."

After that, Evenkite remained mostly quiet again, placing the weapons by Johnny's clothes as directed and then joining with the others again. She remained like this until the subject of Amber was brought up.

"Aquamarine, ma'am? I don't think you've answered before...How long is Amber going to stay like this, anyways?"


[System]
Age: Unknown; looks to be in her mid-late teens
Gender: Female
Appearance: ...Hello.
World of Origin: Touhou Project
Personality: Satori is a shy, introverted youkai who oft prefers to stay out of the ever-critical eye of the public. Though willing to open up more to others, the act is usually one of necessity than out of choice. She also often fails to show emotion, a byproduct of the way she grew up, and as such is quite hard to read. Furthermore, she is passive by nature; Satori will never willingly initiate a fight, instead only retaliating when necessary. Her preference towards more peaceful resolutions is difficult to achieve, however, due to how she... Creeps people out in general. She has a habit of parroting people's thoughts back at them when they annoy her, however, which... may or may not have further cemented her image of being feared and hated. Mannerisms while irritated aside, Satori is fully polite to any and all guests to her mansion...
Who aren't kleptomaniacs or trying to attack her. Or both.
History: Having lived in the Palace of the Earth Spirits all her life, Satori was feared and hated by the youkai who lived in Former Hell because of her abilities as a mind reader. She and her sister, Koishi, lived withing the confines of the mansion, surrounded by pets--the only creatures that would do so, simply because the two sisters were the only ones who could understand them all. Day after day, year after year passed, and eventually Koishi decided to try and escape the suffering by closing her own third eye--an action that would forever seal away her conscious mind and allow her to live life without a care in the world.
Satori, on the other hand, had chosen to persevere; living alone (with her pets) in the palace, became more withdrawn from the world. No other being would come near her anyhow, which only further enforced her actions.
That is, of course, until Reimu and Marisa entered the picture. These two, determined to resolve an 'incident' that originated in the underground, barged into Satori's mansion and, after causing a general ruckus (including Marisa trying to pilfer everything she saw and Reimu blowing half the place up), fought the owner of the mansion. Satori herself was defeated, and though she herself did not know the cause of the incident, directed the two to the Hell of Blazing Fires, where her pet Rin worked.
The incident was resolved soon there after, and Satori was (more or less) forced to come out of her shell courtesy of the two that barged into her home in the first place. Though she still prefers to abstain from interacting with others, the incident has slowly forced Satori to interact with others and become more open.
Abilities: Satori is, well, a satori; a youkai able to read the minds of others and, to a lesser extent, their memories. This ability is manifested within her 'third eye,' which is exactly as it sounds: a third eye, bound by red threads to her body. The nature of her ability, though, means that Satori is never able to not hear other people's thoughts, barring any sufficiently strong mental barrier being in her way. She has since been able to tune things out (for the most part), but with enough people, the voices become akin to a cacophony in her head, endlessly blaring away. Otherwise, it's essentially just a lot of noise; unless she is alone with another person, their thoughts cannot be probed easily, if at all; picking out a single target and focusing in on that target takes a large amount of concentration and does not always succeed.
Another aspect of this ability, though, is to probe into a person's memories in order to find things she may require. Such actions take a VERY long time under most circumstances, however, and in the midst of combat the most she can really do dart around and try to find whatever her opponent's had the most trouble with in the past and use it against them.
As is standard for Gensokyo residents, Satori is a user of the spellcard rules and, as a result, uses danmaku to fight; she can also fly for a period of time, though she would much prefer not to, if at all. Her physical capabilities are passable otherwise, being neither weak nor strong even with how she spent her life with the palace itself.
Other: Prefers black tea to green tea.

[User]
Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in her Fist

That was true... and Hibiki realized that she kept forgetting that Miku could defend herself now, with a small pang of guilt at her absentmindedness. But there wasn't much time to contemplate this, as moments later they seemed to run right into the tail end of some kind of conflict. Hibiki moved ahead first, because, well... it was hard to let old habits die, even if Miku could defend herself now. When the two girls arrived, all she saw was a man in armor, wielding a huge sword that reminded the girl somewhat of Tsubasa. He seemed pretty intimidating, but he could talk, right? That meant that they could understand one another. When Miku pointed out that they needed to find a way out, Hibiki stepped forward.

"We don't really know how we got here," she began, "But if you knew how to get out, it'd be really helpful."

Hibiki paused for a moment. Maybe she should introduce herself, too! That could only help.

"And... my name is Tachibana Hibiki!"

[Assistant]
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The 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi - Hanging Gardens
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Alex watched, with slight amusement, his two allies attempt to bring the rampaging woman to heel. However, the woman fired magical blades she materialized out of thin air at the two fighters, some of them hitting Kagura in the limbs. The virus noticed there was little attention being paid to him and figured it was the time to strike. He was not exactly hiding so saying he had the element of surprise was a little inaccurate.

The Blacklight virus leapt into the air and over at the woman's position before lunging himself downward in breakneck speed. Alex aimed his landing just near to the woman as Kagura said they should not kill her. With his heavy mass and the high speeds, the virus' landing should create a shockwave to knock the woman away and disorient her. If she evaded though, at least she would be distracted for the others to get her.

[User]
Hellsalem's Lot - Shotaro and Philip

"The usual, Philip?" Shotaro asked his partner. The young man seemed to be pondering the menu for a bit, considering some kind of changeup to the norm before merely shaking his head.

"Just the usual." Philip stated and moved from Shotaro's side to let him order for him. Rather than stand aside with Satori, however, he went to Saber's side to eye the confections along with her. He wasn't actually interested in eating anything right now, but he felt the need to point out Saber's appearance before they went any further. "Not to interrupt your decision, but is your armor necessary for our mission right now?" he asked, "I don't know if if you can change out of it without issue, but it helps us stick out like a sore thumb."

On Shotaro's side he just gave his order as "Two large coffees. One black, one with cream. Half and half." He paused for a moment and then asked, "Do you need me to pay up front? I'm paying for a group.

[Assistant]
So it appeared that they understood. That was a good sign. Mithias seemed to relax slightly as Goldibanne put away her magic, yet he watched her with cautious suspicion. Her tone of voice, her continual reminders of how powerful she and her allies were, was a red flag to the often misjudged vampire. Prideful and arrogant, she appeared to be very comfortable with having the upper hand and expected to be untouchable. She was a being that had probably never known suffering or fear in all her life, and like so many of the oldblood vampires from Mithias' home world, power had made her haughty and coldhearted. It was she who would be the danger to the group. She would be the one most likely to abandon the others and turn tail when the going got rough. After an accusatory moment, Mithias dropped his judgemental glare and listened to Artorius.

Clipping his swords to holsters on his hips, Mithias returned to a casual stance. He bowed, introducing himself. "I am Mithias. I mean you no harm, and I will help you find these 'terrorists.'" He gave no answer to what he was, but left it as either obvious or oblivious, depending on who was wondering. He blinked at Claire out of the corner of his eye. She was still watching him. Yet he continued, not certain if they were going to talk out here or allow him to enter within. "Please tell me more."

[User]
Orient Town

"Waaaaaaaaaa, I feel like a certain action movie star that comes from China!" Tailred was not having the time of her life at the moment, if only because an angry catgirl with very sharp claws were trying to cut her up. Thankfully she had armor on her body, but what if the claws had hit her hair?! What then?! Attempting to catch the blows with her body and gauntlets while wildly shifting her head to and fro was only making her feel more hurt and tired, especially with how wild the girl was being at the moment. Huffing and puffing while guarding her sides that were aching something furiously, Tailred's eyes were bleary and the girl herself was wondering if she should just take the hits to get the catgirl to go away. All of a sudden though, a certain event had occurred that caused the diminutive warrior to suddenly ignite with a fierce fighting spirit. And fire. Lots of fire. In the air, few strands of red hair were fluttering in the updraft, severed by sharp claws... "No. One. Damages. My. TWINTAILS!" Grabbing two somewhat intact tables in each hands, the now thoroughly reinvigorated Tailred slammed them towards each other to try to sandwich Taokaka in between the wooden furniture.

[Assistant]
Akuma, Supreme Master of the Fist
- 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi

The swordsman's assistance proved to be a boon, as he divided the attention of their opponent. While this allowed the warrior's kick to find its mark, the potential for a follow-up was hindered by one minor complication: the opponent's shield had opened, releasing a flurry of knives. Now, a normal warrior would take evasive action, re-position, and seek out an alternate avenue of attack. Akuma, neither a normal warrior nor a normal man, took the shortest available path.

Akuma tightened his stance, entering a meditative state. After a moment of focus, the warrior's crimson aura flared into existence once more.

"Messatsu!"

The martial artist cupped his hands and thrust them forward, loosing a fiery orb of force. Much unlike the one used against the puppeteer, however, this one possessed superior speed, size, and strength. Against this embodiment of raw might, what could a swarm of mere knives hope to do? Or at least, that was how Akuma viewed it.

[User]
Hellsalem's Lot- Bitter Steps

"One black and one with cream, half and half; that should be fine," the waitress responded to Shotaro before nodding yes to his question.
"I assume that Satori girl was with you, then? She seemed a bit too... I dunno, sheltered to be walking around like that. Who doesn't know how coffee shops work these days, am I right?"

While that barista attempted to make some small talk as she sent the order through, another walked behind the display and gave a wide grin to Saber.

"Is there anything that catches your eye?" he asked, smiling.

While all this was going on, Satori had continued to dig through the wave of information, but without much luck. Much of it was the usual: complaints, gripes, and the occasional childish whining.

"No matter where you go, people always stay the same, I guess..." she sighed, shaking her head as she waited for the rest of the group to order.

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The 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi
Hanging Gardens
The knives shot by the assailant were scattered all over the place, and a few even shattered under the force. However, this didn't seem to stop them completely; though thrown off-course by a thoughoughly unexpected attack, the blades quickly repositioned themselves to fire at Akuma.

The blades abruptly stopped, though, once Alex jumped into the fray. The shockwave, as predicted, stunned the woman for a moment, causing the blades to waver and clatter onto the ground before disappearing.

"Alright, cool, we've got countermeasures now. Good work!" Kagura shouted before rushing in once more. "Seriously, though... This is new from Tsubaki..."

Tsubaki quickly moved to recover, barely ducking away as Kagura grazed the edge of her shield as he swung. A flurry of attacks followed, which was probably surprising considering the size of his weapon.

"Let's go! No more holding back if you're willing to go that far!" he shouted, swinging his blade to try and push Tsubaki back... Or, at the very least, towards those helping him.

Laboratory
The white samurai barely registered the presence of the two girls who had come before him. Though the fact that they had come from deeper in might have been noteworthy, it was of no matter now.

"...Down that hallway." he stated, motioning behind him as he stepped forwards, past Miku and Hibiki. "Exit soon; this place shall be in ruins soon enough."

With that ominous statement, he continued forward, his white figure slowly fading into the darkness of the hallway.

Orient Town

"Nya-nyah!?"

The sudden shift in the red-haired girl's attitude shocked Taokaka, who proceeded to barely slip forward and past her opponent as she swung with all her might. The splinters, however, were a different story. Though her clothing was durable, it wasn't something that would cover everything. And so...

"Nyeow! That hurt!" Taokaka shouted before attempting to grab onto Tailred's nearest arm. "But Tao's food deserves vengeance! NYAAAAH!"

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Unknown City, Somewhere in the U.S.- ...The Hell?

The reactions from both Goldibanne and Artorias were... Strange to Claire, to say the least. This... Thing... Had almost killed a member of the team, but... Well, that member was neither injured nor was there any active conflict.

...

"This is why we don't try to give surviving civilians military training..." she sighed, shaking her head before turning to look at Sol. Who was, well, smoking.

"...Mercenaries. Well, can't say he gained any diplomacy points for that one..."

With the issue settled, Claire deactivated the alert and sighed, walking back to the command center. Those guys had their job, and she was fairly certain that the others in the facility wouldn't take kindly to a hot-tempered... Thing... Walking around. There were only so many people here, after all...