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Alias: Smoker

Appearance: Asche is a tall, muscular man with noticeably broad shoulders, short cut black hair, and black eyes. He has a strong, square jawline and pointed nose with extensive scarring on the right side of his face; including faint traces of corrupted tissue above his eye, in the form of three thin black streaks.

Some components of his preferred clothing are salvaged from his EDENPOL armor; namely the pauldrons, shoulder pads, and boots. The rest of the outfit consists of olive green cargo pants, a black synthetic leather vest reinforced with scrap metal plates (including a knife holster mounted to the right shoulder), and a dark grey t-shirt. In addition to his clothing, Asche wears thick brown bandages wrapped around his arms at all times to hide his ritual scarring and blackened flesh.

Personality:

Asche Stauss is a complicated man. He retains an outward attitude of cold indifference and rarely expresses himself; but this is simply a mask. In truth he is deeply caring, and assigns more value to the lives of others than to his own, preferring not to bother others with his own troubles if he can avoid it. These troubles have been magnified tenfold since the incident that removed him from EDENPOL; he is perpetually plagued by alien thoughts from a mind that is no longer solely his own, thoughts which pushes him constantly towards the abyss from which it was born.

Spending so much of his life as an EDENPOL operative supporting his family, Asche has developed a strict personal code which can be summed up simply; never leave a man behind, always protect your brothers in arms, and the ones you love are more valuable than your own life. Informed by this philosophy he has isolated himself from his sisters, only further compounding his inner turmoil.

History:
Asche Stauss is notoriously private about his past. The only known details are that he has two sisters and worked with EDENPOL for an extended period of time.

He did not leave EDENPOL by choice. During a raid on a group of suspected terrorists, Asche's was separated from his team when he fell through a rotted out floor in the run-down building where their targets had set up base. Knocked unconscious by the fall Asche awoke to find himself stripped of most of his armor and strapped down to a stone slab, a cultist standing over him and slicing arcane symbols into his flesh. When he awoke, the cultist panicked, unable to finish as Asche struggled against his restraints and called out to his team.

The incomplete summoning had far different effects than they had planned. In their haste to finish a different rite had been performed, rather than ending his life to call forth a monster, the cult had merged Asche's physical body with the essence and will of that same beast.

After slipping off the blood-soaked restraint on one arm, he seized the knife which had been used to mutilate his body, using it to kill the cultist who had done the deed just in time for his team to arrive and finish off the others.

Upon seeing what had become of their brother in arms, Asche's squadmates reached a decision. They would return to EDENPOL with his ID tags and what remained of his armor to report him as KIA and spare him what was likely a far worse fate than simple execution.

In the two years between leaving EDENPOL and his recent recruitment into Ultralight Asche lived as a scavenger, surviving on stolen food and wearing clothes liberated from waste processing centers; never spending a night in the same alley twice as he desperately evaded discovery. He spent that time learning to control his newfound gift and coming to terms with the twisting of his psyche, until a chance encounter with Cider ended in his recruitment as a member of her cell.

As a new recruit Asche has not yet been deployed by Ultralight, though he has prior experience in covert operations from his time with EDENPOL.

Capabilities:
Asche possesses the ability to enter a mysterious dimension, traveling instantly between points in the real world. This dimension -dubbed Shadow Space- exists between the corners of our world, and within it neither time nor distance have meaning. It is an alien realm the geography of which is incomprehensible to any mere mortal, and only as a result of his corrupted mind and body can Asche traverse it. Even still, this carries the risk of further wearing down his humanity.

Equipment:
Modified EDENPOL magnetic combat rifle: the weapon has been stripped down to the minimum of parts, removing the stock and shortening the barrel; while it lacks in accuracy and power compared to a stock model, the weapon is lighter and no longer recognizable as an EDENPOL issued weapon.

Carbon fiber combat knife: A simple serrated combat knife made from next-gen carbon fiber and polymer materials. It is lightweight, razor sharp and nearly as hard as diamond; but with greater resilience.

Athame: A traditional ritual dagger made from common steel, with an ebony handle and silver inlays. Used for mundane purposes such as preparing his own personal meals.

Body armor: Asche retains only the minimum of what once constituted his EDENPOL issued armor; his boots, pauldrons, and shoulder pads, all of which have been stripped of identifying markings and integrated with clothing typical of a scavenger.

Other: Carries a locket containing a picture of two identical teenage girls bearing a strong resemblance to himself, and one of a middle-aged couple whose faces have been scratched out

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The team's medic took an unnecessary deep breath and let it out in a sigh. It served more as a calming mechanism than anything else. She looked at the rest around her, giving a nod. "Once I get in close, I need you to focus fire. If it can't be brought down with weapons fire, we should damage vital limbs and try to sever them. Oh, if I go down, make damn sure to get my body back to base." Her hand closed around the doorknob. The sound of metal on metal scraping briefly came from it as she worked it to open the door. Once unlatched, Ambrosine opened it as quietly as possible. She kept in a low crouch but made sure to be able to spring up if the creature charged her.

She was relying on the team to know what to do in the moment and shoot straight. She could take a bullet, but blue on blue would just make the fight harder. To Asche, she sent a message to let him know of her positional change. "Entering area. Focus fire with team if a fight breaks out. And most of all, be careful. I can patch you up, but I would need to shake enemy attention to get to you."

[Assistant]
Flared nostrils. Heavy breathing. D-d-d-dempsey's back pressed tight against the cool window as the door opened, exposing a view of the rod-cutting machine frozen in mid-movement. Just like a rod-cutting machine, Dempsey was also frozen. Waiting. On standby, a sniper rifle with a finger on the trigger. Just a weapon, just a product, just a function. Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his face like a windowpane in humid weather. In the darkness, wires sparking high above them, the sniper had only his scope to see by, nightvision in gray-green hues at the end of a crosshair tunnel. Too risky. Can't just look through the scope. Gotta be careful. Gotta be careful! At least they could hear the scraping. Even in the dark, Dempsey would rather try to see it coming with his own eyes. He had rabbit eyes. Hunted eyes.

The shriek of metal on cement floor was second to Dempsey's shriek as the abomination attacked, springing clumsily towards them. The metal flashing from its forearm was a blessing in disguise, a point his eyes could focus on. Ambrosine's words caught up to him in a delayed rush. "Get your body back to base?! Whaddaya mean? GET DOWN!" the redhead squawked, his weapon bearing around on reflex like an extension of his own arm. He was too focused on pink limbs and the sheen of skin and that flashing blade, no face, just get back—

Dempsey's body was curiously still as he pulled the trigger and felt the impact from his shoulder as he fired. The rifle was loaded with the AP rounds Smoker had requested—their plan had been to go for its head, but at this sort of melee range he just wanted to blast it back. Back, back! His hair rose another half inch on end as the stress built within him. "E-e-e-e-e—" his stammer hit the radio comms like machine gun fire before the rain of syllables finally hit home: "Engaging hostile!"

He scurried from the window, long-range rifle swinging back up over his left shoulder in its modified holster. "D-does not match description! Knife-hand-hook-man-no-face!" What. What. Hopefully he'd blasted it back, but what then?! Surely that wouldn't stop it for long, not when he hadn't had time to aim for vital points! Pistols appeared in the stringy man's hands like a close-up magic trick as he scuttled for the door. Where's my lightsticks?! Though they didn't have the range of a real flare gun, shooting one of his tinkered flares might be enough to shed some light on the ground floor. "Backbackback!" He jammed one of the modified cartridges in, aimed high, and fired the flare.

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@Lotrix Molick@Burger@Concept

 "D-does not match description! Knife-hand-hook-man-no-face!"

"Ideal. That isn't." Asche scowled as he heard Nailgun over the radio, pressing one finger onto the talk button for his own, "This is Smoker. I see one that matches, Jitterbug sees one that doesn't. The math tells me we've got at least two of these things in here. The at least is what worries me, so keep your heads down and eyes open for more." The agent went silent once again and halted his approach towards the monster in front of him.

"This thing. Only get one shot."

He heard Dempsey's shots ring out and jolted to action, mag-dumping his rifle into the bucket-headed monster's back before dropping his gun to hang from the sling around his shoulders and sprinting away from the creature, back into the corner.. The moment the creature turned towards him, he would slide through Shadowspace to reposition.

"Everyone, focus on the new target first. I can hold my own against this one until you finish the other." he directed over the radio while bracing for the fight. If it was in-tact even Asche wouldn't risk fighting the thing alone, but with the condition Mags left the creature in the cursed man figured he could at least survive and distract it until help arrived.

[Assistant]
As Asche closed in on the helmet-wearing abomination, he noticed something peculiar about the tattoo—rather than being made with straight lines, each line appeared to be segmented into lengths in some sort of pattern. The ink used seemed to be more metallic than black, shimmering as what little light shone. Asche pushed forwards, however. Though, the finer details the tattoo, such as the meaning, were lost.

When Dempsey fired the round, it blasted from the creature's collar to back. Leaving behind a considerably small hole, the headless abomination's advance was halted. The AP round, while effective against armour, was considerably less damaging than a regular round. As a result, most of the force had been kept by the bullet until it struck a concrete wall. Despite this mismatch, the round was fired at such a close range that it didn't really matter. The abomination was pushed back, rolling against the ground until it slid under the railing. With a fleshy clunk, it had fallen to the walkway beneath. He had bought some breathing room for the doctor and himself.

With the signal of Dempsey's rifle, Asche had fired everything he had at the helmeted one. The first few rounds hit the nape, leaving the bullet to collide with the abomination's spine. Rather than the crunch of bone, however, the bullet seemed to collide with metal. The rest of the rounds were a similar story. They either scraped the sides of its neck, bounced off of the helmet, or completely missed. The few hits that did land, however, disorientated the abomination. It turned, but required a bizarre amount of effort to do so. Not even turning ninety degrees, it managed to topple itself over to the ground. Despite this setback, it rushed towards Asche at a frightening pace.

In his patented panic, Dempsey had fired a flare at an attempt of lighting up the room. The flare, of course, went up. Inside of a building. Clang. It had hit the roof and chaotically spun downwards. Thankfully, the flare had managed to land in the center of the room. It revealed with it what could only be described as pools of blood all over the floor. While most of the floor was dry, deep puddles littered the floor as a bizarre reminder of what was going on just before. Even without medical experience, one could tell that that was a bit too much blood, even for two abominations. Alongside the blood, the flare revealed the large chains holding the molten metal vats in the air.

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"See you later, asshole" Asche quipped, allowing himself to fall backwards into the corner of the room as soon as his shots connected, his body melting away into smoke as he transitioned into Shadow space. "Okay, bullets definitely don't work. Plan B it is, then. If we HAD a plan B." the agent's words echoed into the shifting stillness around him as he dropped the depleted magazine from his rifle and loaded a fresh one.

"What did I see, what can I use..." The large man released his rifle from his grip, allowing it to hang from the sling as he focused his mind on the layout of the smeltery. "Go high, get off the floor. No, no stable perch near an exit. Those vats, though." As he spent those few moments trying to consider his options, the man felt an all-too familiar ache in his arms and the back of his right eye, "Alright, enough thinking, time to get out of here."

Asche centered on his memory of the office from before and a path through the endless landscape of twisted angles began to take shape. The hike felt like it took hours, in contrast to the moments of his previous trip, and the throbbing in his arms had grown nearly unbearable. Finally, the black haired man returned to the real world through one of the many corners from which his surroundings were built; materializing near he door which Stim had just opened; immediately, he clicked on his radio, "I shot one of these things in the spine and it did precisely jack and shit, with all the hardware bolted onto them I'd wager their bones are armor plated too. Aim for the joints, those will probably be softer targets." he rattled off to the others, reaching for his own rifle and noticing his hands were shaking badly. "Wrong, something is. Lost, was I? Confusing. Troubling." shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Asche steadied his breathing and grasped the pistol grip on his rifle.


[System]
Race: Lizardfolk (Gold)
Age: Young adult, birthday unknown
Weapon: Claws/Teeth
Armor: Natural scales only
Alignment: Lawful Good
Religion: Draconis Rex (Gold Aspect)
Magical Ability: Divine spellcasting
Languages: Draconic (native), Common, Hand Sign (basic)
Other skills: Herbalism, Cooking, Sewing, Music (fiddle)
Special: Wings (gliding only)

History: Rhin's background is something of a mystery, even to her. Brief and confusing memories are all that remain to remind her of her youngest years, her only trinket a golden talisman pinned to her smock. As a small child she was discovered on Metallic Dragon Lands, lost and wandering very near to the Great Chasm. It was lucky for her that mithril-scaled Melanor was on patrol, as most other dragons would have found little reason to take interest in a mere dragonkin infant.

Brought to The Roost, it was the great king Aelinor who decided Rhindani's fate. All she can remember of that illustrious but brief meeting with the great golden wyrm was how he seemed to peer at her, his stare thoughtful but stern over a chinfull of long whiskers. It was a gaze that was terrifying to one so small and confused.

Since that time, Rhindani has been a ward of the Church of Draconis Rex, raised by a kindly but elderly cleric named Ki'Nem in the ways of the Gold Aspect. A quiet and pensive but perceptive child, Rhindani took quickly to the arts of Healing, her talents growing from the use of herbs and traditional medicines to asking the Blessings of the Golden Aspect to address greater maladies in those who seek the services of the Church. In addition to working in the infirmary, her years have been filled with other humble domestic toils such as sewing and cooking. What little free time can be had in the life of a vestal was spent with her friend and confidante, a copper lizardfolk female named Mahva who is as impulsive as she is deaf. It is because of Mahva that part of Rhin's daily exercise includes using her wings, because according to the young copper "there's no point in being born with wings if'n all you're gonna do is hide them under a robe until they shrivel up."

For the last three years Rhindani has been living in a small Church in the People's Conglomerate. The move away from the beauty and comfort of Metal City and the grand Church of Draconis Rex to a land of humans surprised those who knew her but wasn't exactly a shock to those who knew her best. Rhin wasn't without many doubts, but something wordless and nameless urged her to take her skills, little as they might be, to places unknown (at least to herself). Perhaps a little adventure would settle the coil of longing that comes with not knowing who you really are or where you came from.

Personality and Traits: Rhin has always been quiet and somewhat reserved, but ultimately kind and empathetic. That's not to say she is soft at heart, however, because tending to the sick and the dying instills and requires a certain amount of strength that has nothing to do with being bullheaded or the hefting of a sword. She prefers tasks that don't require much conversation, her favourite chores in the Church being tending the herb and kitchen gardens or cooking, or even sewing (though she prefers to do so outside when possible). She enjoys reading, drawing and listening to music, her prized possession a silverwood fiddle that took ten years to save up for and another ten to learn how to play with any skill. Rhindani hopes to one day discover her own origins, though long ago exhausted what little information she had to go on. She suspects that the knowledge will help her understand herself better, and explain some of her shortcomings, primarily with regards to a delayed advance in the abilities that come from worship and the strange pale opalescent gold colour of her scales that do not quite match with the beautiful rich vibrance of her fellow Gold dragonkin. She continues to pray to Draconis Rex about the former, and rubs ash soap on her skin to mute the latter. So far, the dragon God has been silent on the matter.

[User]
The day had been full of challanges for the pale-scaled dragonkin. Abandoning her usual routine out of the small temple in Mitrongi to answer Gladios Magnus' summons was different enough, but accepting the assignment to a rather rag-tag band of scaleless fighters on a poorly-planned errand to oust some scoundrels from their stronghold was, frankly, vastly removed from the cleric's usual pursuits.

Yet even as she struggled to remain upright on the sandy-coloured light horse that had been chosen for her by the others, her legs sore and her sharp teeth clacking inside her snout at every harsh trot, Rhindani felt a subtle push, a nearly imperceptible impression that this path had been laid out to her by Draconis Rex himself. Rhindani had felt this mysterious wordless reassurance several times in her life, and it hadn't proved to be false yet.

Regardless, by the time the seasoned fighters reigned their mounts in for the evening and sought out a place to make camp off the road, the dragonkin was highly tempted to use the divinity of Draconis Rex on her own aching limbs. Even her horse seemed exhausted, likely from being forced to carry such a novice rider, and Rhindani was convinced that it was only the beast's instinct to remain close to its fellows that had kept it moving over the miles they had passed through the day.

Clutching her blue shawl at her breast as she slid down from the saddle, the healer took a few moments to lean against's the creature's side, whispering an apology for her own ineptitude in her native language and giving it a few guilty pats on the withers.

"I'll get better," she promised.

It was fortunate that the stablehand who'd handed the palfrey over to her back in Mitrongi had been interested enough in the rare sight of a lizardfolk to find an excuse to talk with her and pass on a few basic tips, which was the only reason Rhin knew to loosen the cinch under the horse's belly to offer it some comfort through the night. She dragged her saddlebags down from the gelding's rump and set it down just long enough to tie the creature up with the others before heading to where the soldier types had started a fire.

The thick leather saddlebags and her satchel both landed with a thump in the dirt next to her bare talons and the dragonkin heaved a sigh. Both hungry and tired she wasn't sure which to address first.

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Upon leaving Mitrongi with the group who had become her fellowship, Saida mounted her new friend and stead, beginning their journey towards their destination. She rode well as she was not new to riding a horse, she understood them and loved them, allowing her to quickly and easily understand this horse and caress it into behaving for her. The ride was long as cumbersome to their first camp, Saida noting that the Dragonkin whom she had yet to approach and speak to was somewhat struggling under the reigns of her stead.

As they approached their first camp, Saida dismounted her horse and kissed it's nose in appreciation for the work he'd just put in for her. "Thank you my friend." She whispered with her hands running along it's neck in gentle comfort. She was sure to put her horse in a warm location near enough to food and drink so he could replenish himself if need be. She then removed her saddlebags and slung them over her shoulder when she saw the struggling Draginkin ride up and dismount. She watched quietly and unknowingly as her companion assembled her things and limp to a resting stop by the already prepared fire.

A stew was already being prepared when Saida put down her saddlebags near her bedroll and pulled two bowls from within them. She brought them over to the stew and dumped two portions into the bowls and then made her way over the the Dragonkin. She delicately whispered a small blessing on the second bowl so it would being soothing comfort the he who drank it. "May I join you?" her voice was soft and gentle, echoing modesty and sympathy in it's depths. As Saida sat before the warm fire she handed the Dragonkin the second bowl before staring into the fire, her light blonde hair almost floating above the group as it lay fallen down her sides, reflecting the orange light of the fire. Saida touched the bowl to her lips and took a small quiet sip of it's contents.

The soup was only just tasteless as it wasn't decorated in the many herbs that could have complimented the dish and were unavailable due to the current circumstances. Her face betrayed no such feeling or emotion as she continued to sip, placing the bowl in her palms that sat in her lap between each sip. Her deep blue eyes turned to match the Dragonkins, "Pardon my manners if you will, I am Saida Keyran of the Brightwoods.

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The pale-scaled creature had just lifted her hands to pull the hood of her blue shawl back, the delicate shape of her frills and crest glittering somewhat where the firelight stuck her scales. She wasn't gold. Not really. Nor was she white exactly. Every movement dazzled with a hint of some other colour, though at present she seemed to favour the golds and reds of the flames. Perhaps the effect would have been even more striking if not for the salve that the dragonkin dutifully used to dull her scales every morning.

The steaming bowl appeared, held up by the slender hand of the elf, the melodic voice speaking to her in a question. Rhindani took the proferred serving and looked down at the simple fair, the thin nostrils at the end of her snout flaring slightly to inhale the weak scent. Well, at least it would warm her even if the taste was bland.

"Of course," the cleric nodded cordially, following the elf with her eyes, which appeared dark now that the sun had fled. There would be room next to the other woman, but before Rhindani moved to join her she reached up to unpin the golden dragon brooch over her left shoulder. This caused the heavy but smooth blue fabric to slide free, caught by her tail before it could land in the dirt.

Rhindani's wings stretched, unencumbered by the garmet that had contained them, like a butterfly freed from a caccoon. Behind her, the back of Rhindani's simple green dress was designed so that a long panel down her spine could be laced to either side, eliminating the need for her to leave her back bare to accomodate those long appendages. For the most part the healer seemed solid without being overly athletic or built, the primary exception being the sinewy muscle that held her wings to her body.

Sitting down next to Saida, she was careful to not brush the elf with her wings or her tail, which curled politely around her feet as she pulled the robe into her lap and sitting the bowl on top.

"I'm Rhindani, of Metal City. I appreciate your kindness," she went on, nodding towards the bowl, "but in the future I might suggest not using your gifts on me without asking first." It wasn't as if she was an injured or dying fighter too far gone to assent. In spite of her request for the future, she used her fingers, each tipped with a small claw, to fish out whatever gristly meat might be swimming around in the stew and popped those into her mouth first.

"I've heard that elves have a natural kinship with horses and other beasts. Riding can't be as painful as all that all the time or no one would do it. Before today I've only ridden a few times and never at such a pace. I do most of my traveling on foot." Though perhaps one day her wings would be of use. After fishing out all the meat from her stew, the dragonkin began to sip the remainder, the warmth filling her belly even though the taste left a lot to be desired.


[System]
Ryan Jäger
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Nationality: Harmonian
Text Color: This is his text color.
Rank: Lieutenant
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 185 lb
Physical description:
Fair skin
Short blond hair
Green eyes
Scruffy beard

Titan: Legion-class, Lima India-2686 (Li (lie) for short)

Load-out
R-97: Extra Ammo, Speedloader, HCOG Ranger
Charge Rifle: Charge Hack
Hammond P2016: Extra Ammo, Gunrunner
Arc Grenade
Grapple Hook
Booster: Amped Weapons

Personality/Attitude: Charming, heroic, quick to anger
Skills/Talents: Pilot training,
Favourites/Likes: LI-2686, parkour, knifing various things, sandwiches
Most Hated/Dislikes: IMC, enemy Titans, getting rodeoed, stubbing his toe (hate that!)
Goals/Ambitions: To climb the ranks of the SRS, win the freedom of the Frontier
Strengths: Decent marksman, rodeos very reliably
Weaknesses: Anger can blind him and make him make mistakes, endangering himself and others
Fears: Losing to the IMC
Hobbies/Interests: Running the Glitch Gauntlet
(Note: has a sister named Rachel, who is also in the SRS)

[User]
Lucas could remember over five years ago, when the worst they had to worry from the Militia were guerrilla strikes and raids, striking at newly established outposts or cargo vessels while attempting to capture titans. Ever since Demeter, the Militia had grown bold, confident in their ability and supremacy of the Frontier, now targeting well defended manufacturing facilities like this one. Now they all had to be hardened, with the majority of facilities installed underground, like a bunker, and with numerous defensive measures throughout.

The alarm had been called not even an hour ago, and already Lucas was suited up and inside of his titan. The facility was easily capable of producing titans on the fly, and containing more than enough spare parts for repairs, meaning so long as the pilots played it safe, they could retreat to come back with a new titan later. In a battle of attrition, the IMC held the advantage here, but Lucas knew the militia would not strike if they didn't feel confident in their ability to overwhelm them. That meant the opening parts of this battle would be crucial, as every extra minute they held out would allow for the momentum to swing evermore in the IMC's favor. Soldiers and spectres both were already deploying to man defensive lines, and he could hear the sound of anti-aircraft fire overlapping each other to fill the air with fire and steel as they attempted to intercept the incoming Titanfalls.

Lucas was the lead of his own small squadron of titans, moving forward along with several other squadrons to attempt a counteroffensive to blunt the Militia's advance, only just a little ways away from the defensive lines behind them, already engaged with skirmishing forces. Their advance had yet to meet any Militia resistance, which left the team on edge, more so than if they'd already traded fire. This tension was broken when someone called out in warning over the radio, "Titanfall, incoming! Mumford, watch out!" All eyes turned upwards as titans burned through the atmosphere, somehow unmolested by the anti-air fire trailing after them, and slammed into the ground like meteors all around before them. One, a red painted Legion, clipping the back of a Tone who had taken point, and taking him out in an instant. The Legion unfolds, seeming to take only the briefest of moments to survey its surroundings before booking it towards a rocky outcropping as it sought out cover. "All units, return fire! Push them back!" Barked the voice again, and immediately rounds were being traded between IMC and Militia forces.

Lucas cursed, raising his Monarch's rifle to fire at the Legion that had been making a run for it, rounds scoring a few glancing hits, but he was forced to duck aside as several other Militia titans quickly sighted in on his chassis, rounds rattling off of his shield until he recharges it by firing off a beam that sapped the energy from an opposing Ion. As good of a titan the Monarch was, it certainly painted one hell of a target of Lucas' back.

Another Titanfall in the distance caught his attention, a little further away from the fighting. Lucas blinked as he watched the titan in question rise to its feet, and he quickly magnified in on it. At first it seemed like a heavily modified Stryder, but as the dust settled, Lucas could only be taken aback by the sight of it. "Is that... a Madrys?" The Madrys was designed decades ago, and had never entered production phase. There was only one person known to pilot one... He twisted the corner of his mouth up into a snarl underneath his helmet. "Fucking simulacrum, don't know when to just die..." he muttered. If that man had stayed in the ground the first time he'd been put down, he wouldn't be such a thorn in the IMC's side. Pilots were almost were universally acclaimed as the best of the best, but even among pilots, there were those that excelled and exceeded their peers. Aces among aces, and among them was a dead man named Fredrick Alms. He needed to go down, now.

"Cover me!" He called out to his men, before pointing a finger towards the Madrys in the distance. "I'm going after that one!" Without waiting for confirmation, he quickly breaks away from the fighting, looping around the skirmish as he makes a dash from cover to cover and heading as fast as he's able towards his target.

[Assistant]
The sky disappeared from underneath both Alms and Madrys. A rocky spire, the very one that Alms had gotten the coordinates for, was left with an indent in the top as Madrys landed. A cloud of dust, dirt, and rocks flew up around the crouching titan. Unslinging the Plasma Rifle from her back, Alms made sure that the weapon was loaded. Watching his soldiers drop, Alms called out to them.

"Good work Severence, now make sure to regroup with Jager and Praetor." Turning his attention to where Jager was, currently about 100 yards away from the base of the spire, Alms received a comm from the young pilot.

Shit, a fucking Monarch was here!

"Jager! Keep calm and stay out of its way. Let it come to me, the Monarchs are third gen titans that will tear through you. Take care of his soldiers, make sure that they pay." Focusing his attention on the rapidly approaching Monarch, Alms took aim with the Plasma Rifle. kneeling down he spoke to Madrys, "Madrys, aim for a vital. Make a cross section velocity calculation and adjust the gun as needed."

"Yes sir!" Madrys' bubbly voice came out of the speakers as the calculations played out on one of the overhead screens. Easily, fluidly, Madrys repositioned the rifle ever so slightly. Pulling the trigger, the shoulder of the Madrys pulled back from the recoil. The bullet, huge in size, flew towards the coming Monarch. It was aimed at the Titan's knee. Hopefully, it would handicap the pilot, if not bring them to a standstill.

Then, turning back to his comms, Alms called out to his troops. "No one go near the Monarch. I'll take care of it. Understood!" His last comment was directed more towards Severence as he knew her hotheadedness would make her want to take the Monarch on.

Wake up and burn, Monarch.

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Taking a spinning step out of cover, Severence dropped her Titan to one knee and and spun up the barrel. A moment later, fire sparked and sputtered from the six barrels of the Predator Cannon, droning out lesser sounds on the battlefield with it's lethal brrrrrrrrt! It took several seconds for her target- an IMC Scorch- to turn towards her, one of its legs already sparking and shaking from the armor-piercing rounds that were lighting its 'hip' up. A single round of its heavy grenade launcher spiraled over her head, fired reactively instead of carefully.

 It took a couple more seconds before a couple other Titans started firing on her- first an Ion, then a Tone. Lucy the Legion shuddered for a moment, taking a few hits to the heavy armor of the cockpit, before Savannah activated the gunshield. Ordering her Titan to continue firing until the gun began to overheat or the Scorch was down, she climbed out of the cockpit through the top hatch, protected by the gunshield- shuddering, shimmering, but still blue.

 Unslinging her Archer, she took aim at and locked onto the Scorch. Detecting the lock-on, the Scorch immediately used his fiery defensive ability, spewing out tons of thermite in the hopes of pre-detonating the warhead... that never came. As the system overheated and he dropped it, Savannah fired.

 She didn't check to see if it hit or not, simply slinging it back onto her back and sliding back into the cockpit. Glancing up, she saw the impact.

 The Scorch could hardly move, since ones of its legs were shredded, and so as it turned to try and take cover, the Archer missile slammed into the lesser armored hide of its side, and detonated. Flames shot out of the Scorch's exhaust, and it paused, ejection sequence initiating. Nope, too late- the thermite stores inside the Scorch caught fire, and the Scorch's engine blew out the back, while the rest of the Scorch melted from the inside, toppling over.

 Staggering up to her feet again, Savannah ducked the Titan back into cover, having taken light damage on heavy armor.

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"Solid Copy. He's all yours." James replied to the senior officer curtly before turning his attention back to his assigned task. Over the course of the battle he had done as ordered and provided as much cover as he could as he waited for Severence to link up with them, even scavenging a Predator Cannon from a fallen Legion. He span up the salvaged weapon again, letting loose another hail of 15mm rounds towards an advancing group of AT grunts and sending them diving for cover, the ones that survived at least.

The mini-gun clicked empty, the whirr of the barrel rotator dying down as they slowed to a stop. James looked at it for a second before letting it fall out of Kilo's hands and searching for another weapon to use. His eyes fell on a discarded 40mm Cannon, the previous owner's charred and twisted metallic hand still grasping the firing grip. The paint was Militia. James gave a silent apology to the dead as he lifted the weapon and wrenched the damaged appendage away, slipping it into a firing grip and loading a fresh magazine of ammunition.

Suddenly, the space not too far from Jäger warped and a burst of white energy gave way to the sword-wielding form of an IMC Ronin, already swinging its giant blade at the Militia Legion's unprotected back... But it didn't connect. An explosive 40mm shell impacted the titan-scale broadsword and threw the weapon off-course, courtesy of James's new toy, which was quickly followed by a second shell exploding against its relatively unprotected left knee, which buckled slightly and knocked the whole titan off-balance. A third sent the war-machine over and took a sizeable piece of armour with it, which was quickly followed by a fourth and then a fifth. The pilot tried to crawl out of the wreckage, but James cut that hope short quite literally. He picked up the Ronin's fallen blade and ran it through with its own weapon, the mangled frame pinned to the ground by the massive sword.

Scanning his surroundings for several seconds more, James and Kilo let themselves relax a little as he turned his Titan towards where the other pilot was standing. Opening a comms line to the other Lieutenant, he gave the yellow Legion a long glance. "I'd worry more about yourself right now. This is still a live battle, and you're an obvious enough target. Come on, we've still got to link up with Severence."

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"But, sir!" He protested. "...Okay, fine." And with great reluctance, he stopped trying to chase the Monarch (which he knew he would never catch, but he had to try) and turned to fight Titans. If he was lucky, he might be able to catch up to Severence or Praetor, having either one to watch his back would make it exponentially easier to complete the mission. He brought up a marker on his HUD of Severence's location and started heading over toward her. He shut off his comm and mumbled to himself, "Don't come crying to me when he destroys you and you have to redeploy."

He started the reload process and took hold of his surroundings. Tight spaces and narrow corridors. "Perfect place for a Scorch." He flipped a switch and little speakers throughout the Titan's body crackled to life. "I'm not an idiot, I realize what a perfect trap this is. Come out, so we can fight like real men." Suddenly, from a corridor, a gas canister flew through the air. LI caught it and moved toward the direction of where the canister came from. He quickly found the source and engaged it. Not "engaged", so much as "ripped open the hatch, shoved the canister inside, opened his own hatch, and threw a lit match in". As you can imagine, this had the effect of killing the Pilot and melting the expensive equipment contained within the cockpit. He exited the building and continued on his merry way.

When he got to the location marked on his HUD, he saw Savvy tearing through a horde of enemy Stryders. Then, he heard the distinctive sound of a Ronin's Phase Shift and he knew that he would be lucky to survive this blow. He braced and prepared to eject, but the blow never came. Instead, the crack of Tracker Cannon fire came through his cockpit. A shot had knocked away the Ronin's sword. Then a second buckled its knee. Then three in quick succession knocked it over and the whole thing was finished with a quick stab through the chest. "That was too close. Thank you for saving me, but I should have been more aware." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Ronin Shift behind Severence. Remember your training. Ready... He started his Power Shot. Aim... Fire! The shotgun-like spread scored a direct hit against the Titan and sent it flying back. "Stay the hell away from Snape."


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"There aren't many problems in the shinobi world I haven't been able to solve without a fist. The rest? Ramen. That's the universal sign of peace for shinobi. You could end wars with a steaming hot...fresh...bowl of...what was I saying?"

Nickname: Post Time Skip, they call her the Mountain Sage of The Leaf

Age: 14 | 27

Gender: Female

Height:5'4" 5'9"

Nature: Earth

Personality: Mizo is inherently levelheaded and peaceful, though she doesn't smile terribly often unless it's for a good reason, she can definitely cut loose and enjoy some ramen in town or get a kick out of life. She enjoys spending time studying the more far out aspects of the shinobi world, like senjutsu, the history of the Rinnegan and the Sage of Six Paths, or sealing jutsu that she rarely hears anyone talk about. Despite her kind and mellow nature, when somebody gets under her skin, they get a good solid fist slammed into their stomach. Mizo may appear to be a generally carefree shinobi, but over the years she has learned to appreciate where she came from, and is fiercely loyal to Konoha and everyone who lives there. She is proud to be a Leaf shinobi, and will never take that for granted. She will always do everything she can to protect the people of her nation, and anyone who calls her nation a friend.

Before now, as a genin, she didn't think much of Konoha as a whole, she thought it was just a place, and that it wouldn't matter if the people weren't here. To Mizo's genin self, Konoha wasn't where the people were already, but where they are any time. It doesn't sound like it makes a lot of sense, but it did to her, it was about the people living on the land, not the land itself, that Mizo cared about. Of course, she began to understand that the "Land" in "Land of Fire" wouldn't be Konoha unless people spent countless generations making it what it is, so these days, everything about her home means the the world - literally - to Mizo.

Mizo's come to think that she's make a pretty decent teacher, she'd love to pull together a genin squad and show them how to scrap like real shinobi one day. Granted, she's probably pound them into the dirt every day, tell them to walk it off with a big laughing smile, and buy them a round of ramen at Ichiraku's after they're able to walk again and call that their training. Oh, and maybe teach them the rock wall jutsu between stomach ruptures. Also, she has a toad skin flask that may, or may not contain sake, not that anyone would be able to tell...

Background: Growing up in the ninja academy, Mizo struggled with things like the basic clone jutsu or substitution, though she was great at taijutsu, which wasn't special since most kids are. Mizo one day read a book on the earth style, and asked her teacher if she could try to learn the rock wall. Her teacher found it odd that a student who was underperforming at ninjutsu wanted to learn something like this, but also understood that everyone learned differently.

As it turned out, Mizo was a natural at things like the rock wall and mud clone. Her newfound skill awarded her a pass, and her teacher gave Mizo an alternative learning path, she would still learn shuriken throwing and chakra control, but anywhere that a jutsu could be replaced with earth style, She'd learn differently. A few years later, in the middle of her chunin rank, Mizo journeyed to Mount Myoboku to learn senjutsu from the Toad Sages, and it was by this point that her training began to feel like it was really coming together in her mind. She put earth style on the back burner and devoted her time to Sage Mode, eventually interweaving the two into her own genuine fighting style.

Fighting Style: Mizo is a very grounded fighter, she doesn't worry about fancy flips or disorienting an enemy. She hits them, and she hits them as hard as she can so they don't get back up. The better parts of her fighting style revolves around Myoboku Senjutsu, since she has trained endlessly to base herself around the techniques of nature energy. If an encounter doesn't last very long, she will simply fall back on the earth style and taijutsu, but if it's something more serious that demands her full attention, Mizo lets it be know why they call her the Mountain Sage.

Abilities:

Ninja Art : Summoning Jutsu

 Summons a toad from Mount Myoboku. She didn't learn this until a while after the chunin exams, when she learned senjutsu.

Earth Style : Rock Wall
 A literal wall of rock. Like a shield. It's about ten feet high.

Earth Style : Mud Clone
 Mud clone. Simple enough.

Earth Style : Antlion Hole
 The ground beneath Mizo's feet slowly starts to crumble away until she sinks underneath, only to seal itself shut once she's buried underneath, she then listens for the vibrations in the ground, until somebody comes along for her to grab so she can have her way with them.

Mizo didn't learn Senjutsu until she was around 16-17. Since then, she's changed up her fighting style to revolve primarily around senjutsu.

Sage Art : Mountain Shield
 Like rock wall, but much bigger and stronger.

Sage Art : Canyon Slam
 A ground punch that splits open the earth, for trapping. The small canyon is roughly 30 feet deep, and is best used in large, spacious area.

Sage Art : Black Iron Sealing Pit
 Similar to Canyon Slam, but a straight drop deep into the earth, seals the target away with jet black chains that wrap around the target, pulling them deep into the dark chasm that closes behind them.

Sage Art : Toad Oil
 Mizo inhales air, and exhales oil, very flammable oil that can be sprayed a decent distance for as long as she exhales. It burns well, but needs to be ignited by something like a paper bomb, or fire style.

Sage Art : Toad Clay
 The ground becomes soft and mushy beneath one's feet until they fall through, when the ground hardens, they're stuck. It's not terribly difficult to break free, unless the ground is made of stone or something else stronger than dirt.

Sage Art : Frog Axe Kick
 The one exception in Mizo's fighting style, what some more fervent taijutsu practitioners would get their jumpsuits in a twist over is that it's call a Frog axe kick, rather than a soaring axe kick. Sure, there's channeling chakra into the leg, but this is a toad taijutsu that involves charging at an enemy while going off the ground, and then spinning around to shatter some poor soul's arm and neck with the back of your leg. It's pretty satisfying to watch, actually.

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In an instant, Mizo dipped into the field, running like she was on a mission. "I got a plan, there's a new Jutsu I'm working on that I haven't told you guys about yet. It's a trap. If I keep our flag, I can hide it along with myself while they look for it. At that point I can spring out from the ground and grab their flag, or not let them get any clue about ours." She told Kana and Hoseki while the three of them were on their way in. Mizo's pack was full of ninja tools. Smoke bombs, paper bombs, wire, that sort of thing. She had a lot of room for planning with the other two.

She never did ask if their squad leaders were gonna join them. Not that it mattered, best case scenario was her teammates figured her plan out with Daichi's byakugan. Worst is Daichi somehow got in the way. Not that he would, after all, he's a Hyuga and knew that Mizo could come up with some good tactics. Most, if not all of her strategies revolved around the earth. Mizo just happened to be running into a large, spacious field of shaded, soft ground to play with. She could just feel the jutsu she was working on would be perfect for this scenario, and maybe she could win the battles in the chunin exams without a single punch. That would be something.

"Kana, this jutsu I'm talking about would be ruined if you zap the ground, so be careful. Our chakras would cancel out." She told Kana. He was a pretty observant ninja, so it probably went without saying that he could disrupt her jutsu, but then again, Mizo knew he was a medical ninja, so it was safe to assume in her head that he'd hang back. "Hoseki, I think if you go full force like usual they'll be too busy worrying about your attack to notice me preform the trap. Of course, if anyone's got a better idea for handling those swords Kimiko has, I'm listening. Hoseki's fire would just be blown back by her wind style." Not that such a thing would stop, or even matter to Hoseki. His hot-hot headed nature would nearly compel the guy to just charge at them all. Mizo was pretty confident in her ability to come up with a plan, especially with a team that could execute it like this, but at this point in her life, full blown head to head combat like Hoseki's was in the passenger seat. Such a thing was why she made the Antlion Hole Jutsu, at least until she could fill the gap with even stronger fists. Sure, she was good at throwing punches, but the problem was that she needed the circumstances to be on her side, an even playing field would be the most she could handle without a plan in mind beforehand.

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Hoseki Rengoku

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Hoseki glanced up at Mizo from his concentrated gaze on his left fist, flames breathing and barking around it. "One second… " he uttered absently; hoping to buy time for himself.

Then he joined her quickly dash towards them, willing the chakra to expand and grow stronger. He gave her a hard nod of agreement after she spoke. Her plan was a good one, he liked it but a part of him hated bogging down his brain with specifics. In the heat of battle, all he wanted to do was let loose. So he turned his attention back towards the team of ninjas ahead, who to him felt not completely like a team. He couldn't put his thumb on it and so he let the thought fly away.

"Sounds good, do what you do, Mizo. I'm going to go bust some heads!" and he sprinted ahead of Mizo and Kana, his fist blazing with the fire he had been building up. The field of flowers was perfect for him, he believed. It set the stage for so many advantages.

So he leapt and aimed at the golden flowers in front of him. He launched the blast of fire at such an angle that the hungry flames would initially flood towards Team 5 and their flag; spread by the flowers they would spread both towards and around Team 5. Potentially this was dangerous for all of them, if luck wasn't on his side but the first dozen moments were definitely his to play it; he had made it so. He landed with softly, satisfied with the flurry of yellow pedals dancing around him and the heat infusing in the air.

"I'm too good at this," he said, smoking fist squeezed and arms tensed at his side. "Mizo take advantage of the chaos, they won't know what's coming!"

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Mizo dropped instantly behind Hoseki, firmly planted on the ground. "On it." She very quickly busted out two hand signs, horse followed by dragon, this resulted in the ground liquifying and rising up, it molded itself into a shape that took on the colors of Mizo. It was a mud clone. The idea was to keep Mizo's absence from being detected. The voiceless clone stood side by side with Hoseki as the real Mizo focused on another set of hand signs. "Watch your step-"

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Earth Style : Antlion's Hole Jutsu!

Mizo pressed her fist into the dirt as it caved in, a small sinkhole formed deep enough to cover Mizo's head. She gracefully fell in as the surface of the hole filled itself up. "I'll know if they come by here with the flag. If they slip past you, drive them towards me... With that, the real Mizo was gone from sight. Clone Mizo cracked her knuckles, and prepared a battle stance. It was common knowledge on team 9 that Mizo's clones had no voice, but they could fight with as much skill and power as the real deal while the real deal was focusing her chakra and pouring it into the earth to detect anyone on team 5, if the soft dirt was shaken, the vibrations would reverberate into the earthen chamber Mizo was hiding in. Presumably, while Kana and Hoseki knew what Mizo was planning, only Daichi was theoretically capable of detecting this trap, and the thick, rigid chakra surrounding it.

"The trap is ready."


[System]
Appearance:

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Year Level: 1st Year

Faction/Club: Unaffiliated (for now)

Power: - Inhuman agility and dexterity - while it's still unknown if there is a hereditary factor involved in his powers, what truly makes Ray unique from the rest of the fighters is that he has no real, distinct powers. If observed closely however, his fighting skills do have traits that don't show in your average joe, such as his ability to change positions and move freely while mid-air, allowing him to dodge projectiles and so forth. His erratic movements also allow him to be extremely unpredictable and, coupled with his unmatched speed, grant the young Sakamura the ability to deliver fatal blows and finish the battle in record time.

That being said, with powers come weaknesses. While he is very good at pinning down an opponent in a fair fight, he has trouble keeping up with those who employ long range attacks. He is also rather fragile. If you're skilled enough to pin him down, you might knock him out with a few nicely timed hits. Good luck with that, tho'.

As for his fighting style, Sakamura is self-taught and as such uses no single type of martial art. Rather, his style is comprised of several different arts such as Krav Maga, Jiu Jitsu and Pencak Silat, all moves he has learned by watching different action films. His execution is flawed, but the blows he delivers are lethal nonetheless, courtesy of his physical blessing. In most battles, he goes with a hit-and-dodge tactic, unwilling to let himself be cornered by his adversary.

Biography: Born to Yosuke Sakamura and Elisabeth Payne - Sakamura.

Raymond's father, Yosuke, was a world renowned Japanese athlete who was the main representative of his country during the World Olympics. As such, Ray grew into a fairly rich family. Following his son's birth, Yosuke decided to move into his wife's hometown, England, specifically London, and planned to stay there permanently, considering England to be a better place to raise a child than Japan. He was quite wrong.

It was at the age of eight that young Sakamura began to exhibit behaviors unusual for a kid. He wasn't bringing any friends from school, he was eerily quiet everytime he was around the house, and he spent most of his spare time locked up in his room. Suspicious, Yosuke decided to go out one day and visit his son at the local playground, after his wife told him that that's where he could be. What he saw that day completely changed how he viewed his son.

There was sweet, young Raymond, dragging a screaming boy by his wrists, as a little raven haired girl lied down in the ground, sobbing and bleeding a few feet away from him. He then proceeded to stomp the little boy to smithereens as his cries for help became muffled following each stomp. Sure, there was a desperate offensive launched by the other boys who were his age, but he just shook them off like they were a minor nuisance. Appalled by his son's display of brute strength, Yosuke barged in and managed to calm the beast down before his beatdown turned into murder. Turned out that wasn't Ray's first temper tantrum. There was a couple more of them which ended terribly, with both the other students and the school's staff receiving gut wrenching injuries. Upon being briefed of his son's shenanigans, the former athlete took measures almost immediately, but his measures proved to be fairly ineffective. His appointment with a famous therapist ended with said therapist having his ear bitten off. They also tried to hire a witch doctor, believing his bursts of anger to be related to witchcraft, but the entire practice was interrupted after the shack inexplicably was caught on fire. And let's not even talk about that time he killed the neighbor's dog after he caught him take a leak on his yard. Long story short, the kid was pure evil and after a while, even Yosuke threw his hands in the air and gave up. His last resort was to take him back to Japan, believing that their strict practices would somehow heal him.

During his time in Japan, Raymond's outbursts didn't get any better. They had to move different cities, regions and thus change schools on several occasions. He never got the chance to make any friends. However, one day, as Yosuke was driving to get him to his school, he observed as he dismantled six attackers, possibly people he's pissed off, with relative ease. That is when he realized that not only was he an abusive jerk, he was extremely good at delivering said abuse. So, seeing as his thirst for violence couldn't be quenched, he decided to enroll him in an ever growing high school that promoted violence, holding onto the hope that if he meets a fighter more formidable than him, then he'll learn to bow his head down.

Score: 1000
Dorm: C-Tier

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Olle and her elite squad were hidden away from most of the others. Today she was quite lucky she bought her rifle, however it wouldn't do quite much. She'd just seen whole squads being taken out. Of course, that wasn't all of their numbers, but it was quite... Interesting to watch. The Commander forced her body closer to the wall as the six people in charge of protecting her (Which she thought of as stupid) reloaded and checked their weapons.

"Commander, why did you authorize the decision for the Coalition to take the roof?" Foxtrot asked, looking down the sights of his KSG. How he attained one didn't make much sense to the Commander, however, it didn't quite matter. Apparently he had been given a small toy shotgun at age two and that just made him more curious about the real thing. Everything else was history. Well, besides the fact that he was able to operate almost any shotgun he got his hands on.

Gun shots sounded nearby along with heavy grunts. "We'll let Ichor have it's fun, and if we're still left over, come back and challenge them. For now I'll just enjoy the Rumble as it is."

Next happened to be Whiskey. He sat on the ground casually as if everything was perfectly normal. Slung over his back was a sleek Oracle AR. "You had the same approach last year, right? Ki- I mean, incapacitate a few people, act innocent sometimes, and then gun down everyone in sight?"

"Haha. Sight." Uniform adjusted his scope. This was why he was the certified sniper of the group. His eye sight was at 20/15, not to mention how far his field of vision went, thanks to his powers.

Romeo loaded up her sidearm. "How'd you know that, Whisk? Aren't you new?"

Whiskey was a pretty odd case. He had a power that was centered more around academics. His brain could intake knowledge incredibly fast, and he'd probably be able to think up details from memories if he really wanted to. He was a Senior that had spent most of his other years in clubs for a short amount of time or in none at all. But apparently he got a bit curious about firearms, and well, learned how to basically build his own ARs. Something that made quite a few people fill unsafe, but come on, it was a school centered around fighting. So just a few weeks before the Rumble he decided to join up. "I know because she acted innocent last year and then shot me in my chest."

"Oh, that was you?" Commander Mattis briefly remembered shooting some guy in the back at a Rumble last year, but come on, you couldn't just remember everyone you shot. It was like remembering every squirrel you killed.

He gave a joking sigh. Everyone seemed ready, so they began to walk as far away from the Coalition of Ichor's little battle. They'd start by hopefully taking out the much more weak students or loners out first -- and then edge up to the council. Mattis didn't quite care about winning any sort of position on the thing; it was more about the power aspect. The Regiment was already probably the second most powerful faction, only to Ichor, and rising slightly above them or being to at least taunt the members seemed liked it'd be grand.

[Assistant] Meruis nodded, "On it." he said simply and surveyed the situation. First thing he needed to do was secure the student council, though they no doubt had formidable powers of their own it would be best to be safe rather than sorry. He made a gesture along with some eldritch muttering and, "Earth dome!" he called out as the ground around the council quickly stretched over them and sealed them inside, safe from the incoming attacks. If the council could break out they could easily protect them selves from a few measly ranged attacks, as could Meruis. Taking advantage of the spear of ice he already held in his hand he muttered, "Wall.", the spear changed elongating and stretching out into a sheet of ice that deflected the incoming arrows sending them harmlessly spiraling down into the courtyard. Never the less he took a step back, given the sheet's coloration none should be able to see behind it and besides, the shots were taking their toll, etching small cracks into the ice. Certainly a gun shot would shatter it at this point and he had no intention of remaining directly behind it if it did. In the meantime he prepared another spell, he would have to take care of those pesky archers, and it be best to do in all in one shot... "Fire Form, Pillar." Meruis said as he gathered power into his hands concentrating fiercely, as soon as his wall shattered, or the tink tink of arrows hitting it stopped he would begin his counter attack

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Raymond roamed the halls at a leisurely pace, his head darting around the area as non-fighters were scampering out of what was to become a battlefield and into their dorms. Their reactions alone gave Ray a glimpse on how intense things were gonna get in the following hours. He also noticed two other guys tailing him from behind. He was told that was not uncommon. Usually the organized members, those who belonged into factions, set their eyes on loners a few minutes before the Rumble started and then easily dismantled them seconds after the gong, before advancing on to take out the big fish. Stopping his walk, Ray knelt down, pretending to tie his shoe as he targeted both of the potential assailants with the corner of his eye. They didn't stop by his side. They simply advanced forward, casually conversing with each other, leading Sakamura to believe that he was a bit too quick to judge.

The gong rang and with it so did Ray's head as one of his assailants launched a blow. Nope. He was right. They were after him. He fell down on the tiles, dazed and visibly annoyed by the large quantity of bees who had settled into his inner ear. He shook his head and did his best to get up, but a sharp pain on his stomach took him back to square one as it dawned him that the other guy had kicked him in the same manner one kicks a soccer ball.

"See, I told you this would work?", the guy on the left said to his buddy as they both stood over the overwhelmed Ray.

"Yeah, yeah, now let's finish him off. We've got work to do.", the other responded, annoyance detected in his tone. He then took a few steps towards Raymond and lifted his leg up, preparing to stomp him. That was the first time that Raymond was in the receiving end of a beatdown and as long as he was around this school, he had a feeling it wasn't gonna be his last. However, that didn't mean that he was gonna simply stand there like a deer caught in headlights. Adrenaline surged through his body as he intercepted the attacker's leg with both of his hands, and used his feet to kick his other leg, throwing him off balance as he fell face first into the floor, near Ray's shoulder. Lifting his right hand up, he elbowed him in the back of his head as blood splattered and a tile got slightly cracked. He did a kip up, a move he always wanted to try in a battle situation, but never got the chance and then lunged at the other attacker, who was actively moving away from him. Just when he thought he had him, he felt the assailant's hand gripping HIS hand and then the entire area began to spin. He could even see the ceiling for a split second before falling down on the cold floor. "Judo club, huh?", he thought, still feeling the tightening grip on his hand. He should have known from the beginning they were part of the Fighters faction. He was told that those guys had very poor impulse control.

Releasing himself from the man's grip, he turned around and elbowed him to the stomach, causing him to bend forward. He then launched a drop kick to his head and watched as he struggled to balance himself, then failed, then hit the nearby wall. For the sake of old times, he decided to stomp his head a couple of times just to make sure. Pausing to catch his breath, he looked around to see if there were any more enemies. He could hear the distant sound of yelling and fighting, but nothing near his area. Looking down on his fallen attackers, a smirk formed on his face, showing genuine pleasure for the first time in a few weeks.

"I'm back, bitches!", he quipped, his eyes all lit up with glee, before moving forward to see where the commotion was coming from.


[System]
Age:12

Appearance:Jack wears a snowy white jacket over a grey t-shirt, he has reasonably pale skin that makes his smokey blue eyes stand out while his hair is a light brown shade with a single streak of grey running along the side of his head

Power-Darkness manipulation:jack is able to control masses of darkness to do basically anything he wants, he could for example:shape the darkness into a dense ball of shadow and break a solid peice of concrete in half, assuming there would be enough darkness to do so,jack sometime has trouble controlng his power when his judgement is clouded, so if he were mad, he could do as much as he could if he were calm. jacks power depends soley on the absense of light, the more light in an area, the less he could do, so if there were a small amount of light in an area, it would barley hinder his power, but if there were a lot of light, he couldnt do much, another thing that hinder his uses is that jack can only use his power so much before he himself gives out, reguardless of the light, eventually, jack would just fall to the floor in a dizzy sate for about 5-10 minutes

Personality:Jack is a nice person when he isnt mad, but is dangerously silent when he is,otherwise he is smart clever and respectful to others, he likes listening to songs in his spare time as well as drawing whatever comes to mind

Bio:up until jack was 7 years old, he ironically was scared of the darkness, he always felt as if something could jump out at him at any given time.a few months after he turned 7, he started to feel safe in darkness, not just being okay with it but actually being away from light, shortly after, he discovered his power and stated hanging around the darkness even more to the point of earning the name'shade',when asked why he felt such a connecion to the darkness, he couldnt give them a proper answer
 5 years later, people started to realize that jack could control the darkness, and it made sense to them why he liked it so much, one day his friends payed him a visit and caught him shaping darkness into nightmarishly deep shadowy spheres, jack noticed his friends at the door, they were shocked and thought he wasnt humn, despite his best efforts to calm them down, a few days later, his family decided that they had the audacity to no longer allow jack to 'play with shadows', jack told them that he would control darkness for as long as he liked, a fight broke out between him and his father, his dad told him that he could either'get rid of your obsession with darkness or leave'
 jack couldnt stop himself from pinning his father to the wall with a shard of darkness in his shoulder, realizing what he had done, he grabbed is jacket and ran until he found the orphanage, hoping not to repeat his mistake

[User] Katherin didn't go to the gym. There was no point. She couldn't see the demonstrations anyway. She needed to decide if she wanted to stay. The orphanage offered alot that she couldn't get on the streets but it was lacking the one thing she had been promised. With out that was there a point in staying?

[Assistant]
@KatherinWinter

Jack nodded right back at the housekeeper  Easier said than done but sure. Jack said as he walked out to the floor. He popped his knuckles before facing everyone.  I have the power to control the absence of light: Darkness. Or if you prefer the technical term. Umbrakinesis. Jack stretched out his right hand. His eyes lit up, making them a royal purple instead of their normal icy blue. In his hand formed a transparent scythe. The light seemed to die when it bounced off of it because the scythe was nearly pitch black yet perfectly visible. He then raised his other hand and snapped his fingers. His entire body became wrapped in darkness just as Black as the scythe. His eyes however remained the same glowing purple.  You play with fire and you get burned, but if you play with darkness? Jack snapped his fingers a second time as the scythe disappeared, the darkness surrounding his body dispersed and dimmed the whole room as if the lights had gone out.  Then that happens. Jack said as the room went back to normal. He then walked back over to phoenix.

 Hopefully I didn't just scare the living daylights out of y- jack went quite as his head began to feel dizzy, he fell over and groggily sat up before looking at her again.  Sorry about that...

[User]
@KatherinWinter
Kenny watched with interest as the boy called Jack bent and wove shadows around his body, this was his first time seeing anyone with a power even remotely like his own. The purple in Jack's eyes intrigued Kenny as it seemed to pierce the darkness but never illuminate more than its source. While he would deny it for years to come Kenny couldn't help but yelp when the room lost all light for the briefest of moments, feeling a little more then ridiculous he covered his face with a hand and coughed as of that's all his little outburst was. Just what kind of kids where they keeping in this place?

[Assistant]
@Blizz

Phoenix was amazed at what he could and when he came to stand back over where I was I said. "That was cool and no you did not scare me." and when he got dizzy and almost fell "That's fine are you ok Jake?" My power was kinda kicking in since it was a healing power, but I did not know what it could do for someone who was dizzy Phoenix has only have headed scars or physical wounds like cuts, breaks, and bad injuries.

[User]
@Blizz @BookGirl1993 @Pineappletumble @UnknownScarlet4
 William had raised a brow at the boy's power but he wasn't impressed or anything. He would simply get up and walk infront of everyone to go next, he stretched and everything. "Greetings everyone, all those who don't know me yet, my name is William" he states. "I'm a strange one with my power" he states "I am both machine and human at the same time" he says. "flesh and metal are the same thing for me, blood and oil, veins and cords" he states. he raises up his hand as it turns into a metallic version of itself "currently I can only turn a part of my body into a pure machine at a time, though I can turn it into any kind of machine I need... like a blow torch and other things". he would tell all of them. "I can also talk to machines and other pieces of technology, those that I know all about I can even control if I have to" he tells them.

[Assistant]
Leo watched with mild interest as Jack went up to show his power. Umbrakinesis, the ability to control darkness itself. A power that can be used for almost anything for darkness is always there. It's a scary power, truly it is, Leo doesn't deny that but if the user knows how to control it well, then it shouldn't be much of a problem. He looked around as the room dimmed, heart racing in fear of what would happen, but light became present soon after. Jack seemed to have drained himself using his power. Interesting.

Next was William. The guy could turn any part of his body into a machine. He could also talk to machines apparently. While it isn't too flashy like Jack's, it was still useful in its own way. Should he get trapped in one place, he could use his power to easily get out. Then again, that applied to almost everyone in the room. He then leaned back and waited for the others to go on. He was pretty sure he showed everyone about his power, given that he uses it freely in the orphanage. As long as he doesn't use it for hurting anyone, the housekeeper usually didn't stop him.

[User]
@olcharlieboi
Marisa watched as the first volunteer show off his umbrakinesis power. It wasnt all that impressing, but she knows that it was more than meets the eye. The only part that intrigued her was when he summoned the transparent scythe. Then william stood up and showed his power next. Him being part Machine, part human had gave him such curious powers...the power to turn machine one limb a time, and the power to comunicate with technology. It made Marisa curious as to how william can comunicate with machinery,and if he could have a conversation with her laptop.

[Assistant]
@UnknownScarlet4 @Polaris North @olcharlieboi @BookGirl1993 @Pineappletumble
"Does anyone else want to go today?" The housekeeped asked. She was looked around. They didnt have alot of time but she wanted to give everyone a chance.

[User]
@KatherinWinter@Blizz@BookGirl1993@UnknownScarlet4
Looking around the room Kenny saw no hands being raised or anyone making any attempt to react to the house keepers offer, did that mean he was meant to? Slowly he took a deep breath and raised his hand, as he reached the front he became very aware of his peers eyes and his hands began to shake, he'd been stared at plenty by people with way more authority than them so why wasn't he able to stay calm.

"Hey there, I'm Kenny..." Kenny's voice echoed throughout the large gymnasium "Yeah so, I'm new here and I'm a shapeshifter" he kept shifting his weight from one foot to another as he spoke. No matter how he tried he was nervous, it made so little sense it would have frustrated him had he already not been a deer in the headlights.

Realizing the deep breaths weren't helping anymore just went for it, slowly began to shrink into his clothing until they were just a pile on the floor. A lump still present in his sweater began to slowly rise and move, a small snout emerged from the base and a fox emerged. It did a lap of the fallen clothing then returned the the confines of the sweater. Soon the form grew and Kenny's head reemerged "So yeah, that's about it for me" he was feeling a little better returning to his seat.

[Assistant] "umm I could go next but, in order to show you I need someone with a cut, scrape or even someone with a broken or fractured bone" Phoenix said as she raised her hand. "My power revolves around healing."

[User]
@BookGirl1993
"Thank you Kenny. I am sure you will get a chance to show us your ability Phoenix. For now I think I would like to head to the classroom. It's time to learn." Ms. Smith told them.

[Assistant]
@KatherinWinter

"Alright, Ms. Smith," Phoenix said and smiled the Powers the other kids have are kinda cool. "Jack your power is cool I like it," Phoenix said looking at Jack

[User] Outside the orphanage, there was two females sitting there on the doorstep. Neither had knocked ad were lost in thought. Both knew once those doors opened and they walked in, their lives would forever change. They were twins and almost identical but one had red hair and red eyes like fire and the other had blue hair and blue eyes like water. The girl's held each others hand tightly.

[Assistant] Phoenix followed the other to the classroom and sat down in one of the desks waiting for Ms. Smith

[User] William would head to the room and take a seat, he would still be going over some of the information he got last night. It wasn't instantly learned after all, he would look at the others as they would enter. He figured once he fully absorbed the information he downloaded he'd have to help all of them a lot.

[Assistant] Kenny followed the other kids into the classroom, he couldn't remember the last time he sat in a room of learning. He carefully produced his stopwatch from his pants. Lessening to the soft mechanical click as as it counted up he felt much more relaxed. Ok calm down as long as we don't lose the lights again we should be fine.

[User] Blue was... quite nervous about this whole thing, would they really accept him. With a nervous groan, Blue approached the front door after being dropped off by some kind people, who fed him one last time before leaving him at his new home. The strange elf-like boy knocked at the door, and stepped back, holding the plush of Ratchet from Ratchet and Clank tight in his hands, hoping that someone would open the door.

[Assistant]
@Luna
The housekeeper indicated for the kids to continue on as she stopped to get the door. She opened the door to see three kids there. "Can I help you?"

[User] It was clear that the strange boy in front of the housekeeper was... a bit nervous. "Hello, miss. I... I umm... don't have a home, and I was transferred here from another place, can I come in?" Blue asked.

[Assistant]
@Luna
"Come in we are heading to the classroom. Just follow the others." the housekeeper indicated for the children to go in.

[User] They nodded their heads and went right inside, drops of water following after the girl in blue as they followed the others into the classroom not once letting go of each other's hand. They decided to keep quiet and they chose to sit in the way back of the classroom.

[Assistant] There was a soft knock on the, door. Badly audible, but loud enough to make an echo.

[User] Tim sat on the front step waiting for someone to answer. He was told this was o good place for "freaks like him" as he sat he thought of the old woman and how she died by his hand.he could never forgive himself for what he did, but maybe this place could start the healing processe.

[Assistant]
43Delta
The housekeeper opened the door again. She raised her eyebrows at the odd boy at the doir. It was clear he was one of them. "Come in. Follow the others."

[User] Tim said nothing and walked in the door. Immediately upon entering the building he turned to the lady and said,"I can tell you are nice to a fault, you TAST sweet with a hint of bitter" and continued into the classroom.

[Assistant] Slowly, the strange boy walked in, holding his Ratchet plush, which was in turn holding a plush model of a blaster-like weapon, as he looked back at the two girls curiously.

[User] Tim slowly walked into the classroom with his eyes to the floor and sat down in the far corner of the room and mumbled "everyone here is so rich with flavors, but I can't do what I did again, not to another person ever again. Just have to lay low until I can leave...and whatever you do don't talk to the hot girl over there with the strange hair and sweet and spicy flavor.

[Assistant] Jack followed everyone into the room and took a seat up front, this didn't feel right to him, just siting down about to learn something after finding a home filled with people like him, but he didn't care, it felt normal for once, and he was fine with that.


[System]
"I'm not interested in what you have to say...I'm cold hearted you say? Well I honestly don't care."
While Vesta herself doesn't have a huge physical presence, despite being tall for a young woman being 6 foot one, she seems to bring a rather powerful, calming presence to any room she enters. She has a slightly tanned complexion, short spikey platinum-silver hair that barely reaches her collar and blood-red eyes. She tends to always wear the same bored facial expression wherever she goes, almost as if she is disinterested or bored by everything.
Age
21

Gender
Female

Race
Human

Divine Protection
Vesta has been granted the Divine Protection of Earth, making her highly skilled at Earth Magic. More so than normal prodigy's.

Magic
Earth Magic

Personality
Disinterested is probably the best way to describe this young woman. She acts in a borderline arrogant matter in most cases as unless something strikes her fancy, which it rarely does, she shows almost no interest or respect to it. Due to her background she also has an overwhelming sense of self importance, not afraid to belittle those for not trying hard enough.
Despite her harsh exterior, she does have a soft spot for small animals and children and longs to find someone to settle down with and have children of her own.

Background
Born into a family of powerful wizards, Vesta was forced into training her magic from a very young age to continue the family tradition of...well obviously churning out powerful wizards.
From the age of five till thirteen she was relentlessly trained in the usage of Earth Magic, somewhere along the line discovering her Divine Protection which aided greatly in this training. By the age of thirteen she had surpassed her parents as wizards and was labelled as a 'prodigy' in magical arts (well Earth anyway). Even with this label she still had to undergo some pretty brutal training, but during one of these brutal training sessions was when she first met Avery. She had been training in the mountains by herself, one of the exercises her parents regularly made her do despite the dangers due to her 'prodigy' status, when she found a young boy in strange clothes covered in scratches and other various injuries.
She took him home where she had a servant tend to him while her parents decided what to do with the boy. She snuck in to see him every now and then for the next week as he recovered, talking with the boy when she could before her parents eventually decided just to make him a servant since they hadn't heard of anyone going missing in the area at the time so he was either unimportant or abandoned; most likely the second one.

It was decided that due to her having become fond of him, that he was to be her attendant and would travel with her wherever she went. In the years that passed Vesta grew up viewing, and still views him, as a younger brother than anything else and does try to look out for him from time to time despite how she might act.

Likes
Interesting People
Try-hards
Small children
Small animals
Smacking people with rocks

Dislikes
Failures
People who give up easily
People who dodge her rocks
Uninteresting people
People who harm children

Theme

Avery Ackbar Celestia

"Dang! I still don't have a catchphrase!"

Age
19

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Divine Protection
Avery has been granted the Divine Protection of Spiritual Master. Using this Divine Protection Avery is capable of creating his own artificial spirits using mana from the surrounding area and his own body to use as 'familiars'. However his power takes time to use, meaning the stronger the familiar he wishes to 'summon' then he needs more time. He also cannot control more than two of any strength at a time, and in conjunction with his Spirit Magic can be quite draining on his mental state.
Also requires quite a bit of concentration depending on the spirit he wishes to make.

Magic
Spirit Magic: Avery has a contract with Shiro, an Ice Kitsune Spirit which resides over water. Using this contract he can summon her at will from the time of 9-7 at the most, depending on how much mana is used during the day. He can also use water magic to an extent using this contract, such as healing or ice manipulation.
Shiro also has a much smaller ice fox form she takes for most of the time she is summoned.

Personality
Deceptively mischievous, Avery loves to trick others and play (mostly) harmless pranks. He tends to wear an impish smile at most times and can be seen with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He is also quite flirtatious and likes to pretend to be a girl, often being seen donning women's clothing. He also enjoys teasing other people, especially those that are surprised that he's male, using cutesy language and gestures to agitate them.
He does however have a serious side to him as well, but this doesn't surface often. He also will quietly sulk after being reprimanded by Vesta, which happens often.

Background
Originally from Earth, Avery had a fairly conventional childhood. You know, with parents, school, friends, sport, etc. till he was 11 years that is. Somehow he found himself lost in a nearby mountain range of the Kingdom of Lugunica where he was attacked and chased by wolves.
Here he was found by Vesta and adopted into her family as a servant, thus being raised to cater to her whims.

Likes
His master Vesta
His spirits/spirits in general
Sweet food

Dislikes
People who give up easily
Sour and bitter food
People who mistreat others, animals or spirits

Theme

[User]
Kyle Hishamie

Kyle put his hands together and behind his head in a relaxed demeanor. He was not liking the name "meat shield" very much, but it was better than something demeaning in intelligence. I mean..meat shield was not exactly used for men of high intellectual intentions but pish posh that was all in the details. Kyle's eyes shined brightly and his voice had a slight sing songy tune when he spoke next.

"Yo, what's up? I'm Meat Shield, or you could call me Kyle. Whichever is fine I guess."

Kyle looked around the tavern, seeing all sorts of colorful people. This world was so strange but he could feel his excitement bubbling over.

"If there is a quest, me and Blue Beauty over here can help with any quests if you need assistance."

no hai@forett

[Assistant]
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@liferusher@FamishedPants@Ryofu@Noodles

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Almost as soon as Emile finishes speaking, another young man makes his introduction, and if she had to say, he was rather cute. Keeping that thought to the confines of her mind, she listens closely as the man introduces himself to her, as well as his companion. "Oh, hello there! Um, that's very kind of you, but you see, I don't exactly know where I need guidance to." Chuckling softly, she peaks her head past the cute boy to the 'Hero' behind him. He certainly didn't look like much, though appearances weren't everything. She offers a kind smile and gentle wave as he speaks, confirming his 'Hero' title, also offering assistance. "Why, you two gentlemen are far too kind! However, you need not worry - I believe I have found ample assistance in these young men. Er... man and wolf-man."

The wolf-man speaks after her, apparently knowing Mister Penguin to some degree, and saying their assistance was ample indeed, but not required. The situation was relatively calm for the most part, penguin-man now taking the stage. "So, you got dumped or something?" He asks, coughing to himself as he prepares a more formal introduction after a moment of thought. "Ahem, ahem, I almost forgot to introduce myself, my lady, I'm Kurokono, just a wandering Ronin from a backwater village."

"I suppose, in a manner of speaking, I was. I just woke up not too long ago." States the young noblewoman as she studies the definite man before her. "A pleasure to meet you, Sir Kurokono. My name is Emile von Pâtre, of the Pâtre house situated here in Lugnica. And, uh, dare I ask what exactly 'Ronin' is...?"

Her voice grew quieter and quieter when she pieced together he and the Hero weren't exactly getting along. According to Kurokono, the Hero and his companion were assassins on a mission to kill her! But that didn't make any sense! She hadn't even done anything! Well, at least anything she could recall, at least...

The situation was rapidly escalating, and although Emile wished to speak up, her voice just couldn't quite find the courage. Staring up at the two rather agitated figures, she couldn't help but feel the urge to get away. She wasn't sure what this fight would bring, but she began to feel anxious about the two parties wounding themselves within the city. All this, coupling with the new girl who was saying her life was a lie, was making Emile rather uncomfortable, almost to the point of tearing up again.

However, that was when she saw it, rising into the sky in the distance...

She quizzes, question aimed more-so to herself than to those within her party. Needless to say, as soon as she could confirm it was smoke (and the surrounding populous was apparently apathetic towards said danger), Emile pushes herself past the two standing in the alleyway entrance, sprinting straight in the direction of the smoke as fast as she could. "Akra!" A golden light flashes about her body, as the weight of her entire body is suddenly lifted, almost as though she were gliding through the air now. Stamina effectively maintained and speed quickened, Emile sprints for the slums where the smoke is rising, to survey the scene.

[User]
~Kyojin~

@Lunarlors34@demonspade64@ZekariVoblis

Kyojin watched as Aya went up to her room, leaving the giant to wave towards her before relaxing and watching the night life of the inn. He planned on finishing his last mug of ale and his strawberries before heading to bed himself, he did have work to do early the next day, not to mention meeting Kondo's contacts for that weapon. Still he could not help but enjoy people watching at a time like this, all the laughing and enjoyment of this place, it all had drawn him in before to want to own a place like this. Still there was always a issue here and there, those types that had too much to drink or were just plane strange....

"You alright Yoshi?"

He asked the women as she seemed to be having a issue with one of the people that had come into the bar, which he identified as Evans. Though he trusted her to be able to handle any old random drunk, this one was acting a little more strange and aggressive than normal. For the time being he would watch them even as he stood and shouted, the man would have known that the giant was there in case he caused problems. As time passed it looked like the man was calming down, if a little bit and besides he knew Kondo would not have let anything happen.

"Hmm, have a good one everyone. Kondo, don't drink tomorrows stock heh."

Standing up he gave off a few teasing words and a deep chuckle before he finishing off the bowl and mug, soon heading towards the stairs with his chair back towards his room. However as he did a thud from down the hall. Normally such sounds were normal, be them love or drunkenness but the room had been given to Aya which started to raise some alarms with Kyojin. Though that was not all as the strange man from before came up the stairs as well, going towards the same room which really was the final thing that caused the giant to take action! Placing down his chair he paced over towards the man, his steps loud but very quick!

"You, what are you doing? First you mention the new people and now you are acting strange next to their rooms..."

[Assistant]
@Kitsune

Ezekiel "Ease" Evans

Ease looked down the hallway still, teeth biting down on his lower lip. But right as he was about to react and approach whatever threat or incident was occurring in the other room, loud footsteps came storming up the stairs and down the hall.

"You, what are you doing? First you mention the new people and now you are acting strange next to their rooms..."

Oh, fucking come on!

He turned around to see a giant of a man behind him. His eyes went wide in surprise at the new presence as he looked the man up and down. It took a few seconds for his brain to process exactly what he said and the moment he did, he shook his head again as if to actually understand what he said. "Wait, wha...? *finally realizes what he's talking about* Ohh...Oh no. No no no! This uh..." He scratched his head. Shit. How did he explain this? Tell him to be quiet and simply just smell the obvious smell going around? Explain the situation? Try and be badass and take charge? ...Okay definitely not the last one unless he wants to be bitch slapped through a wall.

He looked back at the giant and cleared his voice. "Um, okay listen. I heard something really really weird upstairs so I'm investigating. I uh...won't lie. The fact of how dark it's getting kinda worried me a bit so I'm just...going at a crawl in case anything jumps out? His voice was nervous as hell. It sounded somewhat legitimate but even he was uncertain at his word. He didn't have time to mentally prep for this shit. He couldn't come up with a better lie in time so this was the best he could muster.

"Look, okay okay. This might seem weird but just hear me out on this one. Something weird is going on. And it seems to be from this room for whatever...reas...on."

He mentally face palmed. Good lord, there's no way in hell he'll buy this.

[User]
*Omitted since Dante was downstairs.

@Kitsune@liferusher

Dante

Dante was sitting down, wolfing down his food when he noticed that a newcomer was poking around near eh room only to be stopped by the Giant. It seems like shit was going to go down so he decided to pull his mouth away from his plate to disarmed the situation. He walked up to them. "Whats going over her-*Sniff*" His half canine nose begin to pick up a scent he should have notice earlier. His calm face then twisted from calm to extremely shocked. This wasn't the first time he smelled this time of scent and it set off all sort of flashbacks. He then rushed to the source. "Moved!" He said right after pushing both Evan and the giant out of the way showing little restrained showing sigh of high anxiety. "No no no no no no NO!" Dante yelled while running to where the smell was.

[Assistant]
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