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Nicknames/Aliases: Beacon
X-Men Code Name: Beacon
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Physical Description:

70kg
175cm

Clothing: Brown pants, white frilled shirt, Black hoodie, belt, socks, small survivalist backpack, black leather boots, black leather gloves, long black leathercoat and undergarments. He also have a suit and tie in his backpack, including some black shoes. (Nicely stolen from a store)

Mutations: Telepath

While many telepaths bear the power to seize control of other beings surrounding them, Rozenfeldt's mutation takes manifestation in another form.

The most powerful ability being the ability to reach out to other mutants using his far reaching telepathic ability. Calling out his thoughts to all those within a city scale distance, only those with mental protection are unable to hear him.

It does not allow him the ability to read anyones mind, neither control them. But he can use his power to relay his thoughts. This is a oneway communication. As his own mind is unassailable by those whom would try to affect him, it is as a powerful brick wall comes inbetween those trying to sense where he actually is or try mind control, change his memories or possess him.

Besides these things, he has telekinetic abilities which bestow him with flight aswell as attacking with kinetic mind blasts and projecting shields around himself or any ally close enough.

Personality:

Ayel is a calculating, calm yet charismatic individual. Yet not a stranger to fits of anger, if something would demand it. He is protective of other mutants, but despises humans with a passion. He prefers talking with younger mutants out of all, but more so women. He is also prone to doing dramatic and theatrical movements when he speaks and fights.

He is a strongly driven individual whose ambitions would give someone like Proffessor X a nightmare. His own views on mutants is to not refer to them as such, but rather as the 'Chosen ones' or the 'Oppressed ones'. He is willing to make sacrifices where he has to, but prefers to not do so. It all depends on the results, so in that he believes that the end justifies many of the means necessary to bring it about.

Background:

Ayel found out of his mutant powers many years ago, his parents and friends labelled him an abomination and a monster. A freak. All turned their backs on him and he was flung out into the wilderness at the age of sixteen.

Police were dispatched to apprehend him but he had already packed his most important things and left. Search parties were sent after but lost trace after the young man had used telekinetic flight to evade being captured.

Ayel found his sanctuary in the far reaching forests of Alaska, where he came to make himself a home. In the shape of a wind and cold resistant tent and various minor constructions. He seldom left the forests, as they provided him with the seclusion he needed. To come to terms with his existance and to hide from those whom would try to kill him.

Despite being hunted, he sometimes sought himself into the cities to aqquire things which he needed. More often stealing things from shop owners. Such as a radio which he listened to occassionally to get information. Having experienced the price of being a mutant firsthand, and then hearing and seeing so much of the world around him. How others of his kind was being treated filled him with determination. To see things change. Forever.

He begun training in the forests of Alaska, gradually honing his telekinetic powers and his mental sphere would grow wider. He occassionally tested it in the city, reaching out to other mutants to see whom would react to it. Often in the case of them looking around as if they heard something which the regular humans could not. This ability was very taxing on him, and he knew he could only keep it up for so long. Also while he was doing so he left himself vulnerable.

The thing which he had originally deemed a curse had however become a power, and powers were meant to be used. That's when he decided he would use his powers to change everything, the time was well overdue. He had spent a long time in the forests, but now he was ready. Mentally and physically to tackle the world that had turned its back on him and all those like him.

Los Angeles was the place he needed to be at. Where many of his kind was gathering for what was coming to be a glorious future. One which he wanted to be a part of, a big part of. The beacon which could draw them all together under a single banner.

Recap of your mutations awakening: Ayel's awakening happened at the age of sixteen, his parents and friends turned their backs on him and attempted to kill him. The police came to chase him but he fled into hiding in the Alaskan forests and it is there he trained to become stronger in order to one day return back out into the open.

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Ghost Rider

The kickstand dropped to the pavement followed by a heavy boot outside Nocturne. As the flames churned off the tires, the exhaust glowed a hot orange-red spitting its erratic beat as its Rider dismounted. A heavy chain fell behind, its links clamoring to the ground searing a path as it melted through the asphalt filling the air with dirty smoke and a chemical stench. With each step closer, Cole could feel his soul exploding outward like a star going nova. He was himself, but he was not himself- all at the same time, like his whole purpose, his existence, for that moment was completely singular, insatiable. His senses absorbed multiple planes of reality all at once: colors, auras, feelings past and present imprinted on time and space.

Nocturne was dark to human eyes, but the entire building clamored with spiritual activity at his approach. Entities escaping, others hauntingly gathered like vultures perched to collect whatever was soon to be left behind. He could hear their disembodied calls and whispers growing louder with anticipation as the ground quickly became molten beneath him. Glowing red hydras cracked the surface and hissed flames that spat up from underneath. Painful, inhuman howls from the tormented intensified as he neared the entrance to the club. Twisted visages reached up through the flames for his charred pant leg falling away hopelessly at each mechanical step forward. He could see inside, feeling the presence of the one he came to take and the one to take away.

The victims were often the same: Murderers, pedophiles, con-artists, human traffickers. The worst of the worst. He would find them in places like Nocturne or on dark stretches of the freeway between LA and Las Vegas. When it was time, it was time. Some begged for mercy, others fought, some seemed to even expect it. Without exception though, the hired help always ran away leaving their employer's soul to be torn apart alone. Nocturne was no exception. As he stepped through the front entrance the spirits gathered were in a full riot. The doors that had apparently been removed shot back up on their hinges then fell back again like a tape being replayed again and again. As the floor ignited beneath him, the power in the building fell away completely while Layne Staley's voice still lamented The Rooster.

The chain drug the floor behind him groaning across polished marble as the flames spread cackling over the ground level and crawling up the walls. The sprinkler system erupted into action as the entire building seemed to twist and groan in agony. Hollow vision lifted slowly to an upstairs office that overlooked the lower floor where the three were gathered. For a moment he stood, unmoving like a statue, staring up at them while the water beat pitifully against the fire spreading through the downstairs and across his scorched leather jacket. The song dropped with a sharp heterodyne and the speakers went dead as he moved for the stairway.

@RedVII@Almalthia@Silver Carrot

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Avalon - Nocturne

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What a surprise; Professor Everose made an appearance with Coleman St John, a man she'd never spoken to, only to make an attempt at a threat. Jasper, being the danger-craving self-destructive, snarky girl that she was, flashed the teacher a smirk and a wink before turning back to face the boys as they stepped up to the car.

They were hesitant with her, but urgent to get to their friend. Understandably so, as she was a stranger and Una was missing. While Drake carefully placed Aya in the car, Jasper turned her gaze to his explosive friend.

"I have to say; I am curious."

She understood the severity in the two men, and the monster she'd seen before the video feeds cut out. With a glance at the two, she climbed into the drivers seat and crossed her legs so she wouldn't get in her own way. Jasper looked over at Drake, and for a moment she appeared serious, as she nodded her acknowledgement of his statement.

"Of course."

The doors locked, engine revving to life. The electricity powered motor was quiet, in comparison to the loud rumble of the motorcycle, and Cole who had taken off not long before them. She could feel it, for once, the urgency accompanying the adrenaline. Her heart thumped in her chest. A moments pause, with an inward breath. She blinked, opening her eyes linked with the system. The glow that had been dull earlier now shone, a deep emerald on usually storm-grey eyes.

"Better hold on." The speaker of the car spoke, in a voice that was pieces of others to create a frankenstein whole. Then the Tesla kicked into drive and shot forward, gears shifting inside the motor. Her passengers, hopefully, were buckled in. Jasper moved a hand to splay it across the center of Aya's collarbone, making sure she didn't jolt in her seat. It was the only movement she made, that she could make without breaking her concentration. The corners were close, the light's changing just barely in time, as she watched them while not watching.

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Heidi Williams

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Location: Nocturne
 Interacting With: Lex @RedVII, Una @Almalthia

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Once Heidi reached the top, she saw the carnage that Ayel had wreacked. There was solace in the fact that he hadn't killed all of them, and this was better than Heidi could have expected, but it still hurt to see people dead as an indirect result of her actions. She swallowed. She was going to have to get used to that feeling. This wouldn't be the first time she'd feel it.

She saw a shadow emerge from a room at the other side of the hallway and dived into an empty room before the figure emerged. Luckily, it was at that moment that the power went out, and the sprinklers went off, so Heidi then stole a glance out of the doorway. It was Ayel. And he didn't have Una. Heidi found this very suspicious, and already didn't trust Ayel to start with, so she let him pass. She'd deal with him later. She had to find out Una's fate first and foremost. Once Ayel disappeared down the stairwell, Heidi emerged and started heading to the room that Ayel had emerged from. As she did, she thought about the power going out. Coupled with the disruption before, this was clearly sabotage. The cavalry was already here. Good. They'd bump into Ayel. She didn't want him running off into the night.

Heidi entered the now dark room, but from the lights outside shining through the windows, she could see Una, and the man from the club. Una didn't look like a prisoner at all, and her 'captor' wasn't threatening either Heidi nor Una. Something more complicated was going on here. Heidi squinted. The lighting wasn't good enough to see either of their mouths. They could be talking to her right now and she wouldn't know! She coughed awkardly.

"Sorry, do either of you have a waterproof flashlight?" asked this small soaking fifteen year old girl, still dressed for a night in a club. "I'm deaf, and it's too dark to read your lips."

[Assistant]
His withdrawal had not been met with a firefight as he had expected, had Heidi taken out all those on the floor below or were the sound of that... motorbike drawing attention away from what had happened upstairs? Suffice to say he was surprised on seeing the water sprinklers beginning to spray water and the lights remaining being taken out. The waterdrops fell down against his raised shield, while it wasn't strainful to ward off unlike the more unrelenting speed and impact of bullets, it was slightly distracting.

"Tch.. " The blonde grit his teeth together and gave the sprinklers a look which told he was not amused. His appreciation of it was very much the same of how most cats would react on having a bucket of water poured over them. His thought process was cut short by the scent and noise coming from downstairs, aswell as fire starting to decorate the walls leading up to the stairwell.

Someone was coming, and blazing fire it's companion. An ally of Heidi or a collaborator with that Frost individual? Could it be that Demo person perhaps? Ayel decided to not ponder upon it further and go about with his plan, which meant backing out of the place. His attention turned to the window which he had previously propelled one of the guards through some time earlier, the artificial lights outside was illuminating it well enough, or was it the moon? It would have to do for an exit as the stairwell window would not longer do, it would be less troublesome than going by the stairs and encountering whomever was coming.

He didn't know all of Heidi's friends, and they did not know about him unless she would have told them. Such a thing could not be relied upon, and thus he floated back and over towards the window. Moving out of it and giving a glance down the corridor to catch a glimse of whomever it was that was coming. If it were an ally of Frost, perhaps he could lure him or her outdoors where he felt more at ease, where Ayel was confident he had more of an advantage.

Ayel quickly flew out of the window with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, waiting just to catch a glimse of whomever was moving up the stairwell, though with the lights out it might be tricky to see from where he found himself. Unless the person were on fire or something like that.

Nay matter what happens now, I've won…  He assured himself, whilst things had not gone exactly to plan, you had to be able to adapt in order to thrive. Evolution demanded it. As weaker species became extinct. So having secondary and even tertiary plans would help to avoid that fate.


[System]
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Height: 5"10
Major: English
Occupation: Freelance Newspaper Journalist
Hobby: Writing, reading, going for walks, relaxing at a park, being sarcastic and snarky
Personal Theme-Music: Moonsetter
Example of Speech: "I'm going to laugh when one of you guys inevitably hurt yourself doing something dumb."
Example of Action: Paul couldn't help but roll his eyes at the others. He sighed, eventually agreeing to go along with their idea.
Description of Voice: His voice is a bit low-pitched, and calm sounding, if not a bit impatient at times. When he's teasing or being snarky, you can practically hear the sarcasm dripping off his voice.

Physical Appearance: He's light-skinned with an average but trim body type. He has somewhat short but unkempt black hair, as well as dark blue eyes. He has glasses, though he almost never wears them and prefers contacts instead. His clothes are often casual wear, such as a jeans and T-shirt combo, though dresses more professionally when working or meeting up with friends in order to make a good impression.

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"Hi, I don't think we're lost specifically, but if you know where the, um… Cottage, that Victoria Rohde is staying at we'd appreciate the help getting there, I think."

"Victoria! That's her name!" Casey said as she finally remembered the girl's name. She had only met her earlier that day and had completely forgotten. "That was bothering me..." Casey's voice trailed off as the others gave her a rather puzzling look. "Uhh, yeah. The cottage. I was gonna head there in a few actually. That Victoria girl invited me over earlier today. I just need a quick shower," she looked at the black grease marks on her arms and tank top. "You might wanna wait for me. You see this road?" she pointed down the road, "It's all kinds of straight. You wouldn't want to get lost," she grinned.

"No but seriously, if someone would wait," she looked at the three guys, "it would be great. I wouldn't wanna have to walk alone. There's, y'know, bears and... well, yeah." She made her way passed the group and toward the store. "This is my place actually and it'll take all of ten minutes." More like thirty but she wasn't gonna say that. "You don't all have to wait. But if you want, you can come in for a few." She opened the front door in a welcoming gesture.

[Assistant]
Dear sweet Jesus above, that giggle is adorable. "Oh, Canada! Nice! I have an auntie there, but she sounds less French and more... American I suppose. Wow, that sounds awful," Jim laughed. He could only laugh. He wasn't sure if it were racist or not, but if he played it off as bad wording or a poor joke it may slide easier. "It's alright, don't worry about it. Excuse my cultural ignorance," he replied to her apology. He watched as the group turned to walk up the road, but was startled by yet another voice. A female voice. Oh good, less junk in the inbox, he thought privately. The ratio stood at 4:3, guys outnumbering gals. Unfortunate odds. Jim had never been totally successful with the fairer sex, often relying on the girl liking him as much as he her. He wasn't particularly well versed in managing to win a girl over. Dom, however, did not have that issue. He was all talk and the women adored him. Jim hadn't seen Henri in action before, due to the distance, but if the shy personality he was displaying at the moment signaled anything it was that he was going to be the life of the party once he got a drink in him. He didn't know anything about Paul besides his name. He seemed a lot like Jim though, self-contained but not introverted, outgoing but not the centre of attention.

Jim watched as the dark-haired mechanic babbled away. There was a certain... odour about her. Sweet and strong and... dank? Yeah, there was that smell he definitely smelled. She described the road they would have to travel to get to the cabin, a long winding road of straight where one step off the path would make you right next to the path and not lost at all. "I'll wait for you, I ain't afraid of no bears," Jim joked, putting his hands up like a boxer and balancing on his tip toes. He grinned and dropped his arms by his sides. "But if there are bunnies I'm not staying. You can fend for yourself. I got bit by a bunny once," Jim said, half-joking and half-explaining. They were cute but he sure wouldn't be trying to feed one ever again, not after it chomped through his right index finger nail in one swift motion when he was about six. Vicious little balls of adorable. "Henri, you want to come with me?" he asked his cousin, knowing the answer would be yes. Jim didn't feel comfortable leaving him alone with others he didn't know, and Henri would probably prefer to stay with Jim anyway. He turned to Dom. "Hey bud, can you take this for me? Put it in the room with nicest view," he said, glancing at the Canadian girl unconsciously and then swinging his backpack at his friend.

The swimmer followed the mechanic, Casey was her name, to her home. Nice by all standards, if not a little dusty on the outside from gravel and dust being ejected from underneath tires and the admittedly lacking wind to carry it to the outer walls of the house. He smiled as she welcomed them into her home. Stepping inside, it was nothing remarkable. No dead bodies hanging from the rafters, ready for carving. No inbred deformed mass murderer. Everything so far was horrifyingly normal, this house included. It was homey, with newspapers and tv remotes lying where they would in his house, a fully functioning washing machine, a cold fridge. It kinda flipped his whole perception of these backwater towns on Jim's head. Horror culture had been lying to him for years, apparently. According to real life, not every backwoods swamp town ate roadkill and murdered tourists. The idea of staying in these woods seemed much tamer, but also much more exciting now. "You have a lovely house, Casey," Jim said as he leaned against the kitchen counter, taking in all the sights and smells of the homestead.

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The few steps Henri took were all he managed to take before he was distracted by the arrival of a greasy girl. She was most likely working here, considering her attire, and Henri didn't judge her for that; he would be lightening his own clothing without a moment of hesitation if the temperature was going to rise any higher. Anything in the 25+ Celsius range would be uncomfortably hot to him.

He didn't catch a lot of the talk that happened since he went ahead a bit, but from what Henri could gather the girl was also going to the cabin, but she'll first clean up. In a surprising move she invited them to join her, the reason being fear of bears, which made Henri lift an eyebrow. Bears actually fear humans for most of the time, so they shouldn't be this much of a problem. Then again, maybe bears are more aggressive across the sea, and he just didn't know. Another thought came to him; usually women would be embarrassed by their disheveled looks and would hurry up to pretty themselves before presenting themselves to other people, but she was different. Getting their hands dirty and not caring if they looked worse for the wear was something she liked in women, though he would never admit it.

Jim made a joke about bunnies (though Henri has seen a hare the size of a dog, so even that joke had some merit to it) and invited Henri to come along. "Of course, serkku." For the moment he didn't want to become separated from Jim, since he didn't know anyone else that well, and would have left him pretty isolated from the rest. Following him, Henri placed his baggage in Dom's Jeep. "Thanks, man. We'll see you later."
Henri followed Casey and Jim, and they went inside. It was well kept, all things considered, and Henri had nothing else to note about the building. He leaned next to the door and nodded to Jim's remark about Casey's house.

[Assistant]
There were a few things for Paul to note after those exchanges: One, he was really glad another girl would be coming along to even out the boy-girl ratio. Two, Paul was slightly embarrassed for having assumed Mélanie was French (her joke about being his Jeanne d'Arc, though it got a humorous chuckle out of him, did not help his confusion), though he was glad for not saying such assumptions out loud. And three, it appeared that the group would already be splitting up, if only for a short time, so that the second girl who was invited (Paul hadn't caught her name yet unfortunately) could come by to the cabin later with some company.

"Well, I guess we should finally get going then," Paul told the other two that were still there. He turned to Dominic, and asked, "You mind giving us a ride, big guy? If there's really bears in these woods and along the path, then I'd kinda rather be in the safety of a car than be walking down the road."

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"I'll wait for you, I ain't afraid of no bears. But if there are bunnies I'm not staying. You can fend for yourself. I got bit by a bunny once," one of the boys replied. She wondered how serious he was about being afraid of rabbits but gave a small laugh anyways. "Henri, you want to come with me?" The other boy, apparently Henri, agreed. Serkku. She wondered if that was the other one's name. "Awesome! Thanks." Casey said smiling. Henri and Serkku dropped their bags in the jeep before joining her.

Casey led the two boys into the convenience store. "Upstairs is the apartment," she said and ushered them up a small staircase to the right of the entrance. "Who are they? I've never seen them before," Ben asked as they passed. "My crack dealers," Casey called down to her father who simply grumbled.

Now upstairs they were in the apartment. The stairs led into the living room where the new television and the obviously old and jealous couch were locked in epic battle for control of the room. Keeping the couch and the television at bay was the small coffee table and watching the three from afar was a tall bookshelf. Then, there was the kitchen separated from the living room by a half-wall. The half-wall stood about three feet high creating a sort of window between the two rooms. Finally, from where the two boys stood, they could see a dark hallway which led passed the bathroom and to the two bedrooms.

As the boys looked around the house Casey grabbed two cold water bottles from the fridge. "You have a lovely house, Casey," Serkku said. Casey could tell her was somehow relieved. What was he expecting? Henri nodded. "Well, thanks. Here, these are for you," she gave them the waters. "You can sit down but don't screw with the tv. My dad is weird and gets crazy when people start messing with it."

Casey disappeared down the hall leaving the two in the living room. She started the water and grabbed a towel before going to her room. There she quickly changed, wrapped herself in the towel, and grabbed clean clothes. She thought for a moment about having two random strangers in her house while she showered... Maybe she should have left them downstairs. She shrugged and decided if anything happened they weren't getting anywhere fast. They lived in the middle of nowhere and Ben was just downstairs. By the time she got back to the bathroom the water was just starting to get warm.

Just before getting out she peeked her head out of the bathroom door. "Remember, no tv!" she called to them.

[Assistant]
After introducing himself, Dominic retreated from the conversation just a bit. There'd be plenty of time to get to know everyone at the cabin, and also he'd been told he could be overwhelming upon first meetings so he was trying to control that. More importantly though, was Jim. Dom was having too much fun watching him interact with Mélanie to interrupt. It was Henri who actually got the group moving, which was a bit surprising. Not two steps later though, another girl joined their group. This was turning out to be an interesting group indeed.

A grin crossed Dominic's face as the topic turned to bears. He wasn't too worried, but then again he'd be making his way to the cabin in the jeep. "Uh yeah, you two stay here and I'll drive the rest of us up to the cabin with our bags," he responded as he caught Jim's bag handily. Rearranging the bags and making room for those of Paul and Mélanie, Dominic nodded when Paul's suggested they get moving. "Yeah let's get going. We can just toss your stuff with the rest and we can get a move on. If you're worried about the bears though, I can honk the horn the whole way down the path. I'm sure that'll keep 'em away." With a low chortle, he grabbed Mélanie's suitcase and hoisted it into the back of the jeep. "You want me to grab that too, or you got it?" he asked pointing at her guitar case. "Friend of mine's real protective of his 'axe' so I wasn't sure."

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Mélanie giggled again at Jim's apparent lack of knowledge about Canada. "Don't worry about it, she must be from, uhm… Alberta or something. Maybe Toronto?" She attempted to see if anything would ring a bell with Jim but it seems as if they'll have to pick up their geographical conversation a bit later.

Mélanie listened to the other girl talk, obviously flirting with some of the guys there. She watched as Jim and Henri walked into the convenience store and laughed when Paul mentioned the possibility of bears in the woods. "Come on, we're not going to get attacked by any bears unless you mess with the little baby ones." She grinned at Paul as the group moved towards the vehicle.

Dominic asked her about the guitar slung over her back. "No, I got it. I'm not, like, overprotective or anything, but I like to have it with me during transport you know? Don't want any chance of it being broken if we hit a bump or something."

[Assistant]
Mélanie and Dominic seemed pretty confident that the bears wouldn't be any trouble. It hardly made him feel any better, seeing as he knew almost nothing about bears other than the fact that they hibernate in the winter, and have the capacity to eat people. That last thought made him shudder.

"If you guys say so, then fine," Paul eventually relented, "Either way, we'll be in the car, so we'll be fine." And so, the three of them climbed into the car. There was plenty of room, even with their luggage sharing space with them. Paul kept his messenger bag with him, his laptop was in it and he didn't want it to get jostled around during the ride.

"So..." Paul began to say as they sat in the car and got ready to go, "How do you two know, er, Victoria? That's her name right?" He definitely didn't want to call her by the wrong name when they made it to the cabin and met her. That would be awkward as hell, to say the least.


[System]
Age: 18
Appearance:

Looking more like a girl in her early teens, and with how she acts when she gets carried away, it's pretty accurate to portray her. The purple eyes are just the color of her contact lenses, though they turn to red when she uses her ability.

Personality:
Her appearance gives off the semi-accurate vibe of her being a shy and quiet loner-type that usually doesn't force herself into interaction that much, mainly due to her being somewhat socially awkward due to her sheltered life. She's quite friendly otherwise, but at times she can come off as selfish or a jerk, mainly since she rarely put herself to think about seeing things from others' perspective. Treats her thoughts and opinions as fact, and often goes into assumption that others agree with her even if it's not the case.

She's quite hard to anger, and rarely says anything in a hostile manner, even words that would be seen as personal attack to others. She can be easily annoyed though, and while she's not often in a confrontational mood, she usually shows her annoyance in a more indirect way, either being passive aggressive, or attempting to one-up someone out of spite. Treats herself as the protagonist of her world's story, and somewhat expects the world to follow suit. Her attempts on writing a novel are a proof of this, having herself as the protagonist and a paragon of virtues to a laughable extent, and she sees it as reasonable for the story, since it fits her image on how it should be.

Also, this also usually have her be somewhat of a drama queen when the situation calls for it, because she believes that it's appropriate. As much as she is obnoxious once people get to know her though, she's still kind and reasonable to some degrees, and she does have doubts on whether acting like this really does her any good. It's simply that for now, she still believes herself to be infallible and refuses to feel any doubt about that "fact".

History:
Alais never really had much idea on what her parent did for a living. The most that she knew were how often they moved from one country to another, so often that she was barely taught her mother language. She rarely interacted with her parents outside of weekdays either. Though, even now she didn't see it as important. She knew that they're rich, and probably not from doing something illegal. All of this at the very least gave a figurative distance between her and her parents.

She never went into formal school either. She was mostly homeschooled, and other than the kids from her neighborhood she usually (attempted) to play with, most of her interactions with others were from chatrooms and internet forums. With only distant people she couldn't see face to face as her company growing up, it dampened her ability to socialize to some degree. Of course, living a life of comfort in what was effectively isolation would end up being quite boring, so she spent a lot of her time finding miscellaneous activities to do, while imagining how she's actually a far more important person than she currently was who were just waiting for the chance to escape her boring life.

One day, she was dissatisfied with how a novel she was a fan of ended, and that made her to decide that she's going to write a better novel with a better ending, as a proof to her belief that even she could write a better novel than what she read. She finished up a draft after a month, and sent it to a publisher who almost immediately rejected it. There were a lot of critiques on it although Alais believed most of those critiques were false or misattributed except one: how her writing was not based on reality in any way. That one was the push she needed to start going outside to start observing how life really was.

She sneaked out of her house periodically, hung out in public places like parks and malls on her lonesome while taking notes of how people behave, and interesting events that could be used as a story idea. However, one day, wandering around without much idea on how the world worked ended up with her getting cornered by several thugs on an alley. She had some idea on what probably could happen, however that wasn't on her mind as she was busy criticizing the thugs out of annoyance. It didn't improve her situation despite her feeling that she won the argument, and she was backed into the wall…and the next thing she remembered was waking up on the rooftop of the building behind her. She remembered looking up and hoping that she could go there somehow, but had no idea how that actually happened.

That time, her power was awakened, and that fueled her belief that she was some sort of a chosen one with a taboo power after she experimented a bit more on it. She decided to change her story title to reflect the fact. Her writing became more self-absorbed and self-praising than before, and when she received the invitation letter from Jasper two months later, her ego reached critical mass for a moment. Extraordinary and special would be how she'd describe herself, and the letter acknowledging it was the proof she needed to support that image of hers. And she's joining one of those magic academies like on the stories too. Alais were off to a good start.

And so, just three or so months after she awakened her power, Alais left her home. With how little she regarded her parents, she only left a note to tell them that she's leaving, and changed most of her contact information so they wouldn't bother her.

Her story starts now.

Skills:
She is quite great at cooking. Being left in home a lot of time and left with a maid whose cooking she disliked, she ended up spending her time learning to cook, both so she could eat something she like and so she can show off to the maid that even she could cook better than her. She's also tech-savvy, and she's good at reading and paying attention to get information she needs, although it's dampened somewhat with her tendency to take her own conclusion and sticking to it stubbornly.

Magic:
~Window of the World~
Conjuration
Her awakened Conjuration-type magic complements her wish to go anywhere without being bound by anything, manifesting as an opening which leads to a designated place that she can make on any solid inorganic surfaces with a touch. Anyone can pass through them, although once she pass through any of them, the opening will immediately collapse (it will not collapse on its own if there is anything still in the middle of passing through). Due to her ability still being weak and recently awakened, the amount of times she can make an opening and how far can she make the destination location are quite limited. Her range has a maximum of ten meters, and the destination can only be locations her eyes can see. The opening can come in many sizes, but at most she can only make one that is big enough for a motorcycle to pass through.

Inventory:
Notebook (as in the computer), pen and notebook, smartphone, many piles of spare clothing, personal hygiene, a knife.

[User]
Junko Adevelt

She did not get her answer to the question however, for a sudden new incident took hold of most of the new students attention.

Not that Junko can actually see what was happening considering the mist surrounding her. She could hear some of the other students panicking however, before a small smoky shape appeared out of nowhere heading straight for her face. She had no idea what it was or its purpose, but it was heading straight for her and that was reason enough to dive out of the way.

It still found her however, and she was treated to a taste of the principal's power.

After that announcement was finished, she rose to her feet, dusting off her raincoat. Was the headmaster so arrogant that he'd show off in front of all these people? Was a regular PA system too good for him? Using one's power when it was convenient was something she could understand, but new students arriving wasn't something unexpected; there was plenty of time to prepare your speech and everything before sitting down at the PA room, pushing a button and speaking into a microphone.

"You lot can call me Varus. I'll be 'taking care' of you for now."

And finally, someone to actually come and take care of the new comers. Everything about this school was starting to feel tedious already. While she did want to learn more about her ability and how to turn it off, being expelled was starting to look like a good option by now. Especially if everyone wants to be as pompous as that principal or this person.

Not that any of her feelings went further than her thoughts. Her expressions remained unchanged, and the old style gas mask, the kind that typically did not have a large open pane to see through, helped to conceal what little of her emotions that showed. With barely a word, she followed the man known as Varus, wondering what sort of trials she would have to go through to get into their exclusive 'club'.

[Assistant]
Stellar "Clive" Arkadian
"Huh? Oh..." Clive said, distracted from Kyou yet again by a feast for his eyes only. "That's some intense magic."

He saw a huge quantity of grey colored magic exploded out from the school building. There was too much of it to see specifically where it was coming from, but it collected in the sky. A moment later, the students would see the cloud splitting apart and simply forming into birds, but for Clive it was a much more beautiful transformation. The cloud itself wasn't magic, but rather a medium. During the few seconds of darkness, the magic which had exploded out had been shaped into a flock of doves, each one meticulously shaped. As the sun pierced through, the magic was released downwards all at once.

The forms of the magic birds raced towards the ground, and the cloud billowed into their shape as if racing after them. Their tails flowed like smoke, as the swooped into the crowd, and there was one for him too. He saw it happen a moment before it was going to, the magic would dissolve inches in front of his face and wash over him. He breathed deeply, and let it enter into his mind.

He wasn't sure how he felt about the message itself. While he could say that it provided a contrasting image of the beauty of the magic he had just seen, and that in reality the style of the message and the headmaster himself fit it quite nicely, he could also have just said it felt lacklustre. But the sight he saw was his, and his alone, to anyone else's eyes the level of the delivery and the message itself would've been about equal.

His vision cleared and he saw their would be caretaker.

That sounds a little troublesome. He thought.

How was he supposed to show off his vision, anyway? The most he could do was probably just tell him about it. Well, it wasn't like Clive would have any reason to lie about it so maybe it'd work out. As their instructor walked, Clive noticed a red, faintly pulsating symbol hovering over his shoulder. He doubted the position meant anything, but it was shaped like an explosion. Well, it looked a little more like just impact than explosion, but he couldn't tell for sure.

He made to follow after Varus, but as Clive's hand shifted he suddenly noticed that he was holding someone else's very warm hand.

"Oh..." Without realizing it, Kyou had been holding tightly onto his hand. He couldn't tell whether it'd been before or after the Headmaster's magic show, and realizing it now, she was probably the kind of person who didn't enjoy not being noticed, for want of a better phrase.

"Sorry..." He said tentatively, "I wasn't paying attention. I don't think that'd make up for anything but you ate all my bubblegum. Maybe I could owe you a favor?"

He hadn't let go yet, or more accurately he couldn't let go just yet. Kyou had a vice-grip on it, and she had mentioned something about martial arts in their conversation just now so that probably meant he wasn't getting out unless she let him.

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Haruna

[User]
The crowd of people made the entire procession towards the site of the first trial slower than what Alice expected at first, giving her ample time to actually observe the people around her. The event earlier made her lose track of the gasmask-wearing person and the person that was talking with them, so Alice had to find someone else for now to take notes about. It was an even more convenient time to do it, since now the gibberish she heard around her somehow turned to be actually intelligible voices. The language barrier had been shattered! She never thought of paying any attention to the language barrier in her story, so for it to conveniently disappear was appreciated. Now events had started to unfold on the right track.

On her mind as she continued her observation, this would be the time for Alice to try forming a three-person group. That's how most of the protagonist of these school stories usually do, as far as Alice was aware. Of course, Alice was convinced that she's better than the usual protagonists of such stories, so rather than waiting for fate to give her the group she'd be sticking with throughout the rest of the story, keen-eyed Alice would observe and pick up said peers by herself. However, she still had to play the role of the shy and clueless heroine for the beginning to make herself adorable, so Alice acknowledged that she shouldn't be too forceful with that.

As she started to look around, she noticed that someone was looking at her. It was more of an aside glance, and she was content on leaving it be for the time being, but after a while, she noticed that the look was deliberate instead of just a passing glance. This short-haired boy, was looking at her. Was he impressed by her mere presence? Alice considered to pick him up, but she felt that his first impression wasn't as interesting as she thought, at least from one look. Either way however, being looked at like that did stimulate her curiosity, and perhaps talking with him would set the flag to trigger interesting events in the future. The boy was now looking at another direction, and Alice used it to prepare her meek and shy appearance for the meeting before approaching him while he's not looking at her. Using the crowd of moving people as an alibi, she bumped herself accidentally to the boy.

"U-uh, sorry!

I...I was thinking that I saw someone familiar around here, but...I can't move well on this crowd. So...uh...you looked at me earlier, right? M-may I ask your name? P-perhaps we can go together for now? I don't know anyone here..."

Even now, Alice was still not good at conversing with people, but since she's playing the role of a shy girl now, it worked to her advantage with a bit of extra spices. The thought of whether the boy would be dangerous or not had not really passed her mind for the time being. Neither the thought about whether her speech sounded forced or not. She wasn't really thinking of much right now aside from how she should take this story next, actually.

Bee


[System]
Age: Thousands of years
Species: Cybertronian/Transformer
Gender: Male

Abilities:
- Shockwave's primary armament is the large cannon permanently affixed to his arm. It is a very powerful weapon, comparable to Megatron's fusion cannon.
- He transforms into a tank. It's cool
- Science: Nothing is more powerful than his logical mind. He can science the shit out of anything.
- He is also a skilled mechanical/medical expert, performing complex surgeries on other Transformers

Universe of Origin: Transformers (Prime)

He even has a theme

[User]
Ahsoka Tano, Arcadia-2

Walking along, Ahsoka had about a moment's notice thanks to the Force before the two newcomers presented themselves, one of whom was a sort of animal, and the other much less so. She halted for the moment, folding her arms as she watched. Of course, there was the other distraction from Neptune, but that was a small thing.

"Hello Light, Shin," she said to them calmly. "My name is Ahsoka Tano." Well then, introductions were pretty easy, though she held out the hope that she wouldn't have to do many more in the immediate future. The fact that people kept showing up was not the most thrilling news.

At the cat's request, she lifted an eyebrow before acting. "I can do it," she said, before gently lifting Shin with the Force. It was almost like the old days, and soon enough she resumed walking. If Shin didn't like it though, well, enough struggling would break him free. Or rather, she'd let him go at that point.

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Ruiko Saten

Ruiko grinned in success, before that transformed in to a wince as the Berserker's arm exploded, covering her in blood. That was...disgusting, weird, and while she didn't know the cause she knew for certain that it didn't feel good, and it grossed her out. Something like this was beyond her experience, even in the final days leading up to the assault of Kiyama's laboratory. Even the third one fell, leaving only one left for her to face, and she was pretty confident about her chances.

Then something seemed to...change. She wasn't entirely sure what, but the Berserker adapted, changing it's stance to cope with what she was doing at the moment. That was worrying, yet she grit her teeth and went on. She couldn't afford to lose, not when she had come so far.

It only took a few seconds of running to realize that the thing was prepared for it now, and while she wondered what had caused this, she was more focused on how to win. Getting ranged hadn't worked, so it seemed like it was time to get in close. She came down from her last jump in a crouch, sneakers skidding against the sidewalk.Then as it approached, she acted once more, with a strategy prepared.

Before it could hit her, she dropped to the ground and kicked upwards. A jet of air emanated from her foot, shooting a powerful blast of air upwards that would serve to break it's guard as she spun back to her feet. From there she would deliver a punch, a practical shockwave of air emanating from her fist as she utilized her powers in a more close ranged capacity. Her remaining projectiles would all be launched like a shotgun at once, before she went for the coup de grace, A double handed blast of air to it the thing as hard as she could. It would burn through her energy, but it would be worth it.

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Ba'al and Teal'c, Caracas, Venezuela

Ba'al watched with a curious eye as Biollante rebutted him, presenting a video of the destruction of the man who had said that he was the God Emperor, at the hands of an alliance of people. It reminded him a little of the Tau'ri, but it was far too disparate to measure up to that. And while he might be daunted a little, he could not be fully brought to a halt by this news.

"Ah yes, him," Ba'al said ambivalently. "I saw his broadcast, but I did not take heed of his words. I am merely surprised that he fell so quickly. Nonetheless, I have been in many life or death situations before, and always triumphed. Isn't that right Teal'c?"

"Yes Lord Ba'al," Teal'c replied calmly, keeping his weapon trained on Biollante, like the good soldier that he was.

Still, though, Ba'al stepped forward and took the communicator. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to keep your options open though. Being married to my wife has made that very clear to me. Wouldn't you agree, Teal'c?"

Much the same as last time, Teal'c was calm as he answered. "Lord Qetesh is is very impressive. I would not enjoy being on her bad side."

With communicator in hand, Ba'al examined it as he stpeped back. "Will that be all?"

[Assistant]
Über Ethereal

Unknown Area, Arcadia

@Absolis@Lmpkio@Hamstrong

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The Ethereal impressed by what that human child was displaying, especially with that final blow on the enhanced Berserker. Most of its observations ended up being confirmed once she had displayed what appeared to be the extent of her power considering how she'd be taxed out of power after her finishing blow. The Beserker would evidently be wasted from that blast, crashing down near the Ethereal with the body covered in lacerations. It was still alive barely clinging on life. The alien overlord would simply point at it with its grey hand and a flash of light would occur before Ruiko's eyes. She was indeed rather far at this point, but she could see the whole scene happen. The top half of the Berserk was blasted away by the close rang Psi-Lance is immediately applied.

"Remarkable. A lot of individuals would have issues dealing with four of these, let alone a merged one. Perhaps you do you an invisible potential."

From the young esper's standpoint, she'd hear the Ethereal's raspy and echoing voice clearly even at her distance. She'd also see some bizarre manifestation take form around the being, like some kind of invisible appendage coming out of its body. As it got longer, a purple shade like most of its Psionic abilities would cover said ephemeral manifestation before it would distort itself and charge toward the likely tired Ruiko. She could try to defend herself, but by pushing it back, it would simply branch out into another appendage and nab her swiftly. When she'd feel it wrap around her, she'd easily notice that it looked like a hand stretching all the way from the Ethereal to her position in a second. The hold was tight and her strength wasn't nearly enough for the alien to lose control.

With that tight grip, it would simply pull her back at full speed toward it, only to land her gently a few meters before the overlord. As usual, it took a brief moment to scrutinize her before actually doing something. Finally, it spoke.

"You are not devoid of dormant power. It is clear your are only blooming. If you wish for more power, we would willingly offer it to you. However, deny our help and you will encounter far worst beings than these beasts. Considering your state, you will die."

In the same time, it attempted to, once again, send a message to the scattered agents in Arcadia for a report. They were to meet soon, with or without the goods, and proceed to the final part of the current mission.

'Conablum. Rodriguez. Biollante. Report. Once operations are complete, the checkpoint we have indicated in your receivers will be our meeting grounds. The final step before retreat must occur.'

It ordered through telepathy. A checkpoint would appear in a small receiver they all had, indicating New York city, near the location where Nova had lost the war.

"If you accept to march with us, give us your name. Make haste, as we must depart quickly."

It informed her before turning its figure slightly to face the pathetic Saber who laid vanquished by a simple projectile. All of a sudden, it would apply the same vector it used on Ruiko to lift Saber up a couple of meters and drop him for a forced awakening. It would then give him a very honest justification.

"Whether you follow us or not, you do not have much of a choice right now."

[User]
Apocalypse roared one last time, as the Lightsaber struck the side of it's head. Through the inexplicable properties of the lightsaber it acted like a solid blade, the heat allowing it to slowly melt through even the immensely heat resistant Apocalypse's skin. It took about ten seconds to slice Apocalypse's head off, and he seemed to be alive until the very last strand of flesh was cut. Then, finally defeated, the titan dropped to it's knees, and collapsed to the ground. It's ugly head rolled away from it, slowly reverting to normal. Not a single drop of blood was dropped, and yet it seemed the monster had finally been defeated.

Of course, Apocalypse was already recovering. His body was improving, his cells improving their basic makeup, even as preparations were made to once more join the head and body together. Data from his combat experiences were translated into additional features, to improve his durability, strength and speed. And most importantly, to make him immune to whatever it was that killed him. With every death the possible weapons to kill him with became smaller, the options narrowing down.

The Ethereal, of course, would be well aware of Apocalypse's defeat. He would also know that Apocalypse would be revived in about 30 minutes. This would only be about ten minutes after the other event, which would unfortunately occur quite nearby.

[Assistant]
Agatha smiled brightly, as she finished the calibrations on the portal generator. She took a sip of amazing coffee, holstered her death ray, and activated the portal once more. While she'd been tinkering all day, it appeared she was in a completely different dimension. While she had modified the portal to function not simply interspatially but interdimensionally, there seemed to be something missing. Without coordination or leads, attempting to travel through the multiverse was basically just a shot in the dark. Based on her recent observations, the amount of universes was a number that approached infinity, in that it could not be counted. Although it didn't seem to be quite infinite, it was potentially infinite, in that it contained a nigh-infinite expansion.

What had made this entire ordeal additionally interesting was that the laws of physics in this universe seemed to operate slightly differently from what she was used to. It wasn't a significant change, but it was strange enough that it was noteworthy. It also opened up the possibility of different sets of laws of physics, or at the very least universal constants, in different dimensions. Indicating that any set of rules was possible, and as such a universe would exist for every possible set of rules.

Taking this into consideration, the amount of universes in which human life was impossible would vastly outnumber the amount of universes that were capable of supporting human life. Altering constants such as the gravitational constants, the strong/weak atomic force, the lightspeed constant, the gravity-time relationship, or the boiling point of water would end up completely annihilating any and all human beings. And she had no way of preventing these new rules from affecting her. Based on her calculations, the changed rules would also affect beings standing near the portal, and as such might end up killing her before she even stepped through. Combine with the 1/billion odds of finding a universe that didn't instantly kill her, and the even smaller odds of finding a place IN that universe that contained the resources and atmosphere she would require to survive, testing multiversal travel seemed like a terrible idea.

However, she had definitely been moved here. And based on her previously established laws of probability, the chances of her arriving in a world that not only allowed for the existence of solid matter, but supported human life, were so small they were virtually nonexistent. As such, it would seem that she had been placed her with a reason, or at least guided by some intent. And if that were a possibility, this would indicate that it would be possible for her to find some 'multiversal coordinates' that would allow her to return home, some method of discerning on universe from another without opening a portal to it.

Either that, or an infinite series of Agathas had been transported to various random locations, and she was simply the version that survived. This would thus make her a single insignificant part of an infinite series, with an infinitely low probability of ever getting home, or even surviving this situation. Well, that was a depressing thought.

On to better things! Exploration! Meeting people! �������!

As the portal roared to life once more, it revealed what appeared to be a giant statue in the distance, and a small island. It seemed she had emerged at the edge of the large city she found herself stranded in. Although there appeared to be an abnormally large amount of ice in the ocean. Considering that salt water was significantly harder to freeze, and the fact that this appeared to be an ocean, this also indicated that the temperatures there would have to be stunningly cold. Certainly cold enough to kill her. However, It seemed to be just fine at the waterfront, so she stepped through. No point in getting cold feet now.

Although this also opened up the possibility that salt in this world actually caused water to freeze more easily. However, considering the straight path it had frozen in, it seemed far more likely that this was the work of a spark, or some insane creation. Perhaps an underwater freezing robot, or some madman with a frost ray. Or perhaps a device that altered the chemical properties of salt? Considering the quantity of salt usually present within the human body, such a machine could have devastating effects.

As Agatha emerged from the portal, it closed behind her. She watchfully kept an eye on the giant statue, expecting it to come alive any moment. She was attempting to determine which part of the statue would most likely contain the cannons, when she was interrupted by the presence of some strange-looking kid on the ice. He certainly didn't look like a spark, although he seemed to be skating with skates made of ice. That was certainly odd. "Hey, kid! It's not safe over there! You might fall through!" She wasn't sure what the danger would be, but considering the possible presence of a spark.... laser sharks. Definitely laser sharks.

Oooh, how would you make one of those, anyway?

[User]
Starscream watched patiently as the conquerors took care of the beast. Their ability to defeat such an opponent in their weakened state illustrated their skill. The Alliance of Conquerors would be the perfect platform for his objectives. Megatron would one day regret making a fool of Starscream, and old gladiator would pay for that mistake with his life.

While his original plan to steal an army from Shockwave failed, this time he was sure it would work! It would take more subtlety, but such a requirement was practically nothing to him. He would worm his way into the command structure of this group, he would use their resources to gain revenge for Megatron's actions against him, and then he would steal their armies right from under their noses. He donned a smirk as his plan began to come together. His glory was unstoppable, not even the most powerful beings in the multiverse would be able stop him!

As the Alliance's armies began to file into the portal their leaders had opened, he saw his chance. Keeping his cloak activated, he transformed and flew into the portal. Though he would be practically invisible, to any paying attention there would be a slight distortion as he passed on through. Of course, such thing could easily be explained as a mere gust of wind created from the portals power. At least, that was what he was counting on. Regardless, it didn't matter, he would be presenting himself to these conquerors soon enough.


[System]
Title: Child of Resolve
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Personality: Meruem is a distant youth whose enigma tends to draw unwanted attention to himself. Oddly enough, its this adverse effect that garners a kinda charisma and intense atmosphere about him. Many will mention that he has the anti-hero vibe, appearing like a vigilante, silently executing, then vanishing like a phantom. Beyond his apparent brooding and distaste for others, its clear that he loves all Digimon and is far more willing to give them mercy then his own kin. His interaction with Digimon is often the only way one may sneak a peek at his charming smile. Perhaps he could return to his encouraging and resolved past but it seems unlikely.

Backstory: Meruem visited the Digital World often with his elder brother, who through a mosaic of problem-solving, entered on accident. It was his older brother's stumbling onto the monsters that made him realize he'd need to document his findings. So he did, for several months, before disappearing. Meruem, who was cleaning up his things after years of investigations had gone cold, stumbled upon those notes. The loss of his brother had made him emotionless and cold, but he taught himself to understand the mathematical equations. He, however was unable to enter the Digital World no matter what he tried.

That was until he heard Hero's voice. The Digimon reached out to him, dragging him into the Digital World in some vanishing concept. It was later revealed that he had contracted helped from another to bring him into the Digital World. It was there that he received his brother's Digivice, befriended Hero, and along the way gathered a team of Digimon with their own equally appealing and saddening stories. His own goal is to find his brother, Haru, and bring him back home.

Team: Hackmon "Hero", Coronamon "Solis".
D-Bracer Color: Primarily Black/ Accented with Prismatic ornaments.
Notes: The Child of Resolve shows all the signs of a great leader but holds tight to an ignorant view of others. If he could adjust to others he would make a excellent leader.

Species: Hackmon
Nickname: Hero
Primary form level: Rookie
Digivolution line: Botamon--> Koromon--> Hackmon--> BaoHackmon--> SaviorHackmon--> Jesmon"
Past: Hackmon waited for Meruem because he was told to by the human's elder brother. The once Tamer had promised to introduced him to a suitable partner if he only waited. However, that never happened and the older man had vanished. It wasn't until he had heard of the man's disappearance had Hackmon decided to act. He contracted the help of Wisemon and guided Meruem to the Digital World just to meet his promised partner.

Species: Coronamon
Nickname: Solis
Primary form level: Coronamon
Digivolution line: "Sunmon--> Coronamon--> Firamon--> Flaremon--> Apollomon"
Past: Amnesia plagues this powerful Digimon. Meruem found him pleasantly viewing the sky among a charred village. It wasn't until he came closer had he noticed tears falling from the Digimon's eyes. Oddly human in some form or another, Meruem became intrigued and heard him out. Apparently, all his life he's been shunned and once he was pushed to the limits of emotional trauma, he blanked, and awoke to the charred village. He fears it was him. Meruem offers him a hand to join his group anyway. In order to help him overcome his past, Meruem renames him from Coronamon to Solis

[User]
And So It Begins...

Ryūko sighed as she gazed up at the clouds. It was just another day. Her chores around the village were done, she'd read all of her books. So now she was out by herself. Her adopted siblings were off doing their own things, and Mama was out patrolling the boundaries of the Village of Beginnings.

She sighed again, lifted her arm up, and examined her D-Bracer. It had been a birthday gift from Mama a few years ago, when she found out she wasn't a Digimon like her siblings. The black and silver device was familiar to her, although she still didn't know what it was for. "Never lose this, my Little Dragon," Mama had instructed her. "With this, you'll be able to do things none of your brothers and sisters can. You're special. Never forget it, but never let it go to your head."

Was someone screaming? Ryūko sat up and glanced around. She found the source of the sound: several figures, falling from the sky. "Hope they're okay," she murmured. The girl got to her feet, and took off towards the forest the newcomers were falling into.

[Assistant]
I won't die here… This is just the beginning!

Meruem had known deep down he would die. How could he survive the pure destruction that came with being a living meteor. Even still, he clenched his fist in defiance of his fate, glared hard at the approaching ground, and was determined to find a way. Finding that solution, even if it meant losing a few limbs, was worth the world.

It was in the next moment that he noticed a blindingly white glint. It vanished for just a moment before flickering into existence again. This happened several more times before Meruem realized what was happening. Someone… or something was following along with his trajectory at an alarming speed.

 A blanket of trees turned into a fuzzy haze of green as he realized just how fast he was going. Which, in the grand scheme of things made him wonder, Just how fast is that thing was going?!

He glanced up, a fragment of a instinct guiding him. Just in time to save his life, he cocked his fist back and plowed it into a small, red-shelled insect. It buzzed passed him shakingly before saying, "Hey! Are you al-! Wait! W-What the? Was that a hu-"

The rest trailed off as Meruem wrestled with the merciless fingers of the wind. "A talking monster!" It was then that Meruem truly accepted that he was back in the Digital World. He smiled to himself, more determined than ever to somehow, someway, survive his fall. With the ground fast approaching, Meruem roused up a slumbering roar and screamed his rejection before shutting his eyes. A hard impact bruised his arms a second later, a sharp object tore through his jacket and bloodied his forearm in that same moment.

But... he was okay.

"Meruem, welcome back."

Hearing his name was odd, especially coming from a young but ambitious voice. He opened his eyes to see a small dragon; one covered in white gleaming fur with powerful yellow eyes. Not at all new to the whole Digimon scene, Meruem calmly sat back onto his bottom and observe the destructive scene behind him.

"You… You caught me?" he asked casually.

"Sure did, it's the least I could do for my chosen partner," The white dragon proclaimed.

Meruem turned to look back at him but was utterly caught off by how fearsome and awesome he looked. He felt himself gawking and ceased it immediately. "Your name? I need it if I'm going to thank you."

The white dragon strode over to him, stopping but three feet away. A slanted pillar of light came into existence in front of him as the clouds burst apart overhead. More objects were falling, Meruem had discovered.
"... Its Hackmon, Meruem."

His sights remained glued on the sky as he watched them trail into different areas. "That won't do, Hackmon. From here on out I'm calling you, Hero. Cause you saved my life and my mission. Thank you."

[User]
In all his time in the Digiworld Danny hadn't found a single village despite his partners' insistence that that was the most likely place to find other humans. He had been considering giving up on finding others stuck there like him, and instead focus on finding a way back on his own world.

Just as he was about to inform his four companions Mask spotted something up in the air. "Hey, what is that?" Curious and glad for the opportunity to postpone telling his Digimon the bad news Danny made a decision. "No idea, but it probably landed pretty close. I say we check it out.". Since no one objected to the plan the five of them headed off in the direction they thought the falling object should have landed.

[Assistant]
Ryūko ran faster, getting closer to the falling figures. Upon closer inspection, she could see that they weren't Digimon, and the idea made her excited and nervous: They're humans, like me!

She ran past her two little brothers, Kuro and Kanzo. "Ryūko, what's the rush?" asked Kuro. She didn't answer. Kanzo glanced at his brother, shrugged, and took off after their adopted sister. "Wait for me!" Kuro fell into step behind them.

[User]
Lillian layed at the grassy ground watching the blue sky above her, not really sure what just happened. Just a moment ago she was walking at that usual street to the her home to the closes shop, but this time something happened and she really didn't know what. Thought all she knowed was that she was not into the Street or even a town anymore, she was very big grassy field, Who knows where.

Sighing she rolled around so she could get to her feets, grooming her dirty, grassy clothers noticing that her D-Bracer which she was founded at the cellar was shining now. She really didn't know what it was, just thinked it as a very badass sweatbank and this was the first time that it actually shined as well.

The Place where she was right now and the D-Bracker shining, maked her feel little nervous, something inside her called that thinks are going to get serious now and thoise peaceful days could be over By now. Thought first of all she needs to find out where she is and why?.

[Assistant]
Asura and Hero walked side-by-side down a path inside the forest. Where it led, Asura was unsure but he had put his utmost faith in his new partner. Wherever it went, he was sure it was for the better and not the worst. There was a fresh wind blowing through the trees where they were headed; wherever they were headed.

Hero paused a few minutes into walking, stopping in front of what appeared to be a god-child's nursery. He hesitated to look him in the eye.

"What's up, Hero?" Asura asked, his hand tucked in his pocket.

When he hadn't spoken immediately, Asura looked ahead at the village. "What? You got some bad memories of the place or something? We don't have to go this way."

"No that's not it," He conceded. "This is the Village of Beginnings. It's where all Digimon are born… I think. Look, I just don't want you getting any funny ideas about finding another partner here. I'm your partner, got that guy?"

Asura genuinely chuckled, thought it was short lived. "I'm a one mon kinda-guy. You don't have to worry, Hero. Now lets keep going. I'm eager to find my brother."

"Yea, me too." Hero agreed.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: M

Appearance:
Normal: Rou wears a large black Kamen Rider baseball cap that shades his green eyes and makes his black shaggy hair fan out to shoulder length. He often forgets to shave. He wears a short sleeved button up shirt that is usually left open to show whatever Toku/Anime shirt he has chosen to wear for the day. His light blue jeans are a little stained and torn, but still decent.

Ball Guy: Rou's alter ego is modeled after his Toku heroes. Ball Guy's outfit consists of a stark white spandex suit and a plastic helmet that sports a red hexagon and a green opaque visor. On top of the helmet is a small pair of mini turret "antennas".

Nationality: American

Backstory: All his life Rou has loved Tokusatsu heroes and giant robots, especially combiners. He began collecting Super Sentai robots, gunpla and merchandise when he was 8 and his collection is still growing. He can quote Riders, sing theme songs, and name any mobile suit. However, his biggest problem is that he can rarely discuss his hobbies due to his timidness. This was onset by his first gunpla battle at the local hobby shop. Rou built a simple GM to test the waters of the new game. He was stomped and ridiculed for his inexperience, and quickly left the shop and never returned. He longed for companions to help him. Better yet, a team. Despite his trepidation, he attempted to find friends at a different hobby shop. He laid low, but no one really stood out to him. Rou began to only fight matches in private, fearing what the audience would say about his skills.

Struggling to overcome his fear of confrontation and people, Rou discovered that he wasn't too timid if the opponent didn't know who he was. He began planning a cosplay suit to hide his identity, but could not seem to fathom what mobile suit to base it from. Rou surveyed his shelf. He wanted something simple. Zaku? Nah, cliche. BCUE? Too animalistic. His eyes finally rested on something he constantly over looked. The quaint little cannon fodder known as the Ball. It was perfect. Rou's skills were good enough that he could hold his own with such a puny gunpla, ad it fit his hero theme quite nicely. He finished his suit in a week and went to the shop. People stared, but no one knew who he actually was, and it made Rou feel so much more comfortable. "Ball Guy" was what they called him. He didn't win many matches, but he was well known and rather liked, even if he was just acting like a "gaudy super hero". Rou decided that a simple upgrade would not suffice. He needed something extra. Then it dawned on his. What about...extra balls? IF that was the case then he would need a Flash system, and that's something that an ordinary Ball wouldn't be able to handle. Rou brainstormed. Balls were what made him so renowned in his town, he couldn't just stop using one. He crafted for weeks and weeks until he found a solution. The transforming ball! he could still use the Flash system as a Gundam, but still look like a ball. Weeks later, his prototype was complete. In a private match he quickly lost ground, but once he transformed his Ball, his opponent dropped like a rock. Now he just needed to know how to use his backup Balls. Constantly controlling them would be tedious and require immense effort. As he wracked his brain, the Super Sentai show running in the back ground showed a scene of them calling their mecha together. It was miraculous, and it fit Rou's personality perfectly. He was going to make a Ball Sentai. He began winning his local matches, preferring to keep his Ball Squad's ability a secret. It was for only those eyes he thought deserving. Learning of his fame, he was invited to Neilsen Labs to participate, signing up under the guise "Ball Guy", to keep his identity a secret for just a little longer. The suit had become a crutch, but its ability to keep him calm in social situations was invaluable.

Other information: Rou changes into costume before every match, or constantly wears it if expecting challenges.

Main Gunpla: Round Sentai: Ball Squad!/DAI-BALL-OH!

Scale: 1/144

Based from: Balls

Equipment and Weapons: Fireworks hidden in the tubes of each Ball arm. (Gotta be flashy right?). When combined into a single unit, all attributes are increased due to combined power output and source.

Brigadier Ball (Red Stripe): The Ball Rou Controls and uses to command his squad. It is capable of transforming into a Gundam-esque mobile suit to combine with the rest of the balls to form DAI-BALL-OH!. Chest can fire an extremely powerful beam when connected to the other Balls as power sources.

Blade Ball (Blue Stripe): Right arm of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with four beam beam sabers to be wielded. Unfoldable hand.

Blaster Ball (Green Stripe): Left arm of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with twin beam rifles. A hand folds out from underneath when attached.

Bomb Ball (Yellow Stripe) Legs of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with four tri missile pods, two on each side. Added support on bottom to be used as feet.

Booster Ball (Pink Stripe): Unfolds to become the backpack and cape for DAI-BALL-OH!, very fast but otherwise useless in combat.

Other Gunpla: More Ball modules to be developed.

[User]
Alexis set her GP base then the Strike Freedom after the system chimed off.

"FIELD 1; FOREST" the system chimed off as it 'powered up' her Gunpla, she took a few moments to go over the options the base Gunpla had. While Alexis knew what weapons and defenses the Strike Freedom had, she didn't know how they where laid out. 'I really should have played with this before now ...' she though as she quickly committed things to memory.

[Assistant]
Vince's Victory escaped from the hangar as its three Core Fighters, which split up to hunt for Ball Guy. Rou maneuvered Brigadier Ball just in range of one of the fighters before firing an easily dodgable warning shot from the bazooka on top. All three fighters came after him. Vince was baited way to easily. Ball Guy rushed away with Brigadier Ball, having the Victory Fighters chase him along various asteroids.

Shortly after, Vince grew tired of Ball Guys little game. "Alright you little pink, enough of that." Vince growled. His Victory fighters quickly combined into Gundam form, and he quickly began catching up.

[User] "Dani Hatashi, Musha Gundam, Shinsui!" she called out as she had been placing her gunpla and gp base into the system on pace with Alexis. The musha gundam pushed harder and moved forwards with the launch pad and into the forest. Killing her thrusters, she disappeared into the forest, walking in the over sized tress and trying to keep her suit as silent as possible.

[Assistant]
Ball Guy kept up his game of cat and mouse,.which frustrated Vince severely. Eventually, Vince unsheathed a beam saber, attempting to swipe at Brigadier Ball every chance he could. Ball Guy led him down a long hallway in a broken space station (Imagine the Exia Dark Matter chase).

Vince roared victoriously. "Gotcha."

He lunged forward with his beam saber as Ball Guy input a special command. Arms burst outwards as Brigadier Ball unfolded. The spindly little claw arms became spindly little claw legs. Finally, a Gundam head popped out on top, and the transformation was complete. Brigadier Ball swooped up, latching onto the shoulders of the Victory with its feet, pushing it to the floor before it rocketed out of the hallway.

[User]
Alex was one of the last to enter into the battle room. He had to recover a bit from his choaking. Before he got to the room, Rou had taken off to go "work" on his Brave Gunpla model. Alex thought to himself: "He must really want that Brave built so he could battle with it."

When he enters the room, his eyes grew wide seeing all these Gunpla Battles taking place: "Amazing! Look at them all!" He saw suits ranging from common grunt suits like the GM, Dagger, and the ever popular Zaku models, too special units like the Sinanju, the Dreadnaught Gundam, and even a Victory Gundam painted black that was chasing what appears to be a Ball. Though soon his attention is drawn to one Battle system in the middle of the room that wasn't turned on: "Oh wow..." He walks up to exam it.

Soon someone asks him: "Impressive, isn't it?" Alex turns around to see instructor Satsuki who continues: "Advantage to being the leader of Gunpla Battle Systems means we get to test out the latest models before they go to the public."

Alex: "It sure got my attention. We only have one battle system in town, and it's actually an old PPSE model. Luckily though Yajima GP bases still work on it. We're not exactly the most popular town around."

Satsuki: "Hm, we should try to make sure your home gets the latest system."

Alex soon notices someone familiar is in a battle: "Is that... Alexis? And the Strike Freedom?" He sees that she's in a battle with another girl in a wheel chair using a Musha Gundam.

Satsuki asks: "Friends of yours?"

Alex: "Well I just met Alexis today and saw the other girl often but haven't talked to her yet. And I'm not quite sure how she thinks of me considering I kinda made a fool of myself. Though, i won't let it get me down, it's only the first day after all." He talks to himself: "Everyone's already fighting, i better find myself an opponent too."

Soon there was another voice behind him: "Confident, aren't we?"

Turning around, there was a tall male wearing a uniform looking down at Alex.

Instructor Satsuki knew who he was: "Couldn't stay away from the battle room, couldn't you Grand?"

Alex asks his instructor: "Who's this guy?"

He answers introducing: "Mitchel Grand, he's an attendee here at the labs, though not part of the Summer Academy."

Mitchel explains: "I just wanted to see the newbies here at the labs. And judging back how you act... you must be the biggest newbie here."

Alex was unfazed by his comment and asks: "Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

[Assistant]
Grand snickers: "Trying to be the tough guy now?"

Alex: "I'm not trying to be anything, I'm just being me."

Grand noticed he wasn't gonna be affected by words anymore: "Well then, how about we moved from fighting with words, to fighting with Gunpla?"

Instructor Satsuki tries to stop this: "Grand, you know you can't challenge the students here on their first..."

But Alex interjects: "You got a deal. I can't refuse a challenge."

Grand: "You are either confident or a fool accepting my challenge, especially set at Model damage level B instead of C."

Alex: "Sounds good to me."

[User]
"Alexis Voll, Strike Freedom, Launch"

The Strike Freedom shot forward on the catapult a little after Dani's Musha due to Alexis familiarizing her self with her Gunpla's options. As Alexis flew her gunpla forward she drew the dual Beam Rifles stored on the hips, which had the result of swinging the Rail Guns from the back to the side and made them ready for use.

Alexis flew in and under the tree line. Dani had a head start, and given the relative build of the Musha she figured she was hiding in the trees. 'Bloody hell ... this is gonna be tougher then I though, forgot how slow these straight builds are ...' she thought as she started searching for the Musha Gundam on foot, Rifles at the ready.

[Assistant]
As Vincent angrily swore up and down as his Victory regained its composure, Ball Guy swiftly but stealthily sent in his special surprise. Four new Balls entered the field and quickly took position behind a small asteroid, awaiting command.

Vince's Victory flew out of the tunnel, only to meet his foe a short distance away. Brigadier Ball stood gracefully on a single asteroid, arms crossed.

"You've put up a good fight Vince." Ball Guy started. "You transformed and combined your Victory nearly on the spot. However, it was rather...boring."

The four new Ball modules slowly drifted to orbit Brigadier Ball.

"Gunpla is about creativity and imagination. Judging from your simple base suit and lack of customization besides color, you lack these key ideas."

The new Balls began to orbit faster.

"Let me show you a real combiner Vince."

Ball Guy's helmet gleamed brightly as he bellowed loud enough that the whole room could hear and watch.

"ROUND GATTAI....DAI-BALL-OH!"

[User] Happy that the forest was a bit over sized and allowed for her movement to be concealed. She had her sensors up in full and were scanning around herself. She picked up on her scanners movement, taking cover in bunch of trees, getting out her beam rifle and taking aim in the direction, ready to fire if she had visual confirmation.

[Assistant]
The sensors in the Strike Freedom went off for a second 'she's near by' she thought. She stopped and panned the main camera around a bit 'now ... if i was setting an ambush where would a be ...' she thought. The contact hadn't popped up again so she decided to the one thing she felt was best.

She unfolded the Rail Gun, Powered up the Beam Cannon and fired them and the Beam Rifles in the direction of the blip, while activating the energy shields on the arms just in case of a side attack.

[User]
Brigadier Ball stood still as the other Balls orbited it at a fast pace. As the blue striped Blade Ball opened a small hole in its cockpit, Brigadier Ball lashed out its arm, sliding it through until Blade Ball was firmly attached to the right bicep, all four beam saber hilts sticking out.

Blaster Ball spread open and neared next. Brigadier Ball swung its left forearm up, snapping the green striped ball to his arm. The twin beam rifles rotated to face forward.

Bomb Ball split in half as Brigadier Ball brought its elbows into a neutral position. Each half connected to a leg and locked in place. The missile pods slowly revolved into position on each side.

Finally, the quick pink striped Booster Ball attached to the back, launching an unknown object upwards. Booster Ball slowly bloomed like a fiery flower until it was in position. The previously launched object landed squarely on Brigadiers head, covering the right eye. An obnoxiously large horn split apart (unicorn style), creating a large V-Fin that spanned at least 4 inches.

Ball Guy shouted as loud as his vocals would let him;

GRAND ROUND WARRIOR...

DAI

BALL

OH!


[System]
Age:19

Element:Water

Feel for element:John loves his element, and the power it gives him. He's lived on the beach for the past few years, just trying to be closer to the water and learn how to do more with it. He sees water as his way to change the world, for better, be it through healing others, or defeating those who seek to harm them.

Appearance: John is a taller kid, standing at about 6'3. He's pretty slim, although he has a little bit of definition on him. His face is clean shaven and his dark brown hair is always messy looking, as if the wind just blew straight through it. He has emerald green eyes with small flecks of blue.

Personality: John is a kind hearted, if somewhat sarcastic individual. He loves to joke around, and is very loyal to his friends. Behind all the sarcasm and joking is a genuine desire to protect those who need protecting, and a loathing for injustice. He's intelligent, although in a more street smart way, rather than someone who is quite bookish, although he was an almost straight A student.

History: John lived most of his life in a small town, populated by washed up actors and musicians. John's parents fell into the former category. As such, John didn't want a lot in his life. He decided to pursue the arts when he was a young boy, and his paintings decorated the house. He later took on film making and became quite skilled.

His powers were always a source of concern for his parents, but John adored them. They allowed him to do so much and help so many. He went to a great school and got a great education. He probably would've gone to a great university, had he not had the incident.

The incident in question happened on the last day of school, when John was walking home from a party that had been thrown by a friend. He saw a man, attempting to steal a woman's purse. He jumped into action, generating a stream of water to take out the man. Except the water didn't hit the thief. Instead the pressurized jet hit the woman, and she was pushed to the ground, smacking her head. She would later die while John was chasing after the man. When he discovered the woman's death John decided to run off, and hone his powers. So he left town, escaping the charges being pressed against him. He's now living in a little house on the beach, training and laying low.

[User]
Darkness... Darkness... Darkness...

Jason hear repeated over and over, even when he was snapped out of that strange... State he'd fond himself in. When his vision returned, his team was on the losing edge, he was dead and-

"DEFEAT."

"FUCK!" Jason cried, smashing his head into his desk, or rather, through it again and landing on the floor. "Uuuuurgh...! Goddamnit! Right when we were about to get into a fight! The hell was that about anyway?!" He got himself up and brushed his clothes off, cleaerly pissed. "You know what? Yeah. I'll go there and give you a good knuckle supper for making me lose!" Blatant lies, of course. It was already lost. But whatever works as a channel to let his anger out. Not even bothering to brush that messy hair of his and easily sliding into his shoes the angry little kid bolted for the door. "Jason wa-" His Mother's voice rang out from behind, but the door was already closed on her.

About half way there they realised something funny. "Wait, Isn't C9 an E-Sports company? ...Heeeeey... That actually doesn't sound to bad!" A stupid grin came on his face, looking around the city for the next stop. Actually, he had no idea why he knew where the place was but, somehow, Jason did. It took him another 20 minutes to arrive, yawing a bit and opening the door with gusto. "CLOUD NINE HERE I- Oh." Much to his dissapointment there were no C9 decoratins or shirts but only regular people sitting there. "Ah, what the hell? I thought this was C9's place... And why are you all here anyway?!" walking down the stairs for, actually no reason, Jason sat next to the wall far away from the others.

"Great... I got baited." He mumbles underneath his breath.

[Assistant]
In collaboration with @Jabking

-"The Base"-

This is the base Kyra was talking about. The rough cavern walls were quite a contrast to the small computers that littered the base. After conversing with each other, you find no sign of Phil Ripley, the successor of Kyra. After a few minutes, shouting could be heard and clattering. You can all hear the sound of a man scrambling towards you. "Help me!" He screams, standing up and running to you. He then turned around and blasted a fireball at a masked man behind him. The masked man swiped his hand from left to right, and a small wall of pure black energy emanated from his arm. It wasn't shadow, it was just, solid nothingness. It looked weird and had an uneasy feel about it. The ball of fire hurtled straight into it, smashing against the shield but done nothing. The man then fired his own ball of energy at the man who threw the fireball, clearly a fire elemental. Still scared and shocked from the way the masked assailant treated his attack like nothing. It knocked him back but not enough to put him on the floor. Then the man with the mask surged into the black energy and rushed forward. The energy rushed behind the fire elemental, then transformed into the masked man again. The man twisted his hips as he retracted his leg, before extended it back out, kicking the man in the spine. The fire elemental screamed out in pain as his back was met with a brutal kick. As the man fell on the floor, the masked man circled his finger as he pointed at him. A collar of black energy snaked its way around his neck and was lifted up as the masked man lifted his hand up. The man choked as he was dangling up in his neck. The man turned around to the other 10 elementals. "Eight elementals all in one place so far? This is a treat." And with that, the man clasped his hand into a fist, crushing the neck of the fire elemental.

Suddenly, A hooded man, brandishing a staff of what seemed to be solid light, appeared from one of the corridors; He spoke in a threatening, yet oddly calm voice "You bastard, I'll make you wish you hadn't done that". With that, the man phased from existence only to reappear right in front of the masked man a few feet off the ground. Using gravity, he brung his staff down on top of the masked man's head and leaped back right after landing.The man spun towards the new voice and instantly reeled back from a staff of pure light being slammed on his head. Rubbing his head, The masked man turned his view to the new opponent. "Phil..." He said with a chuckle. "So good to see you." He said, smiling behind his mask manically. He then cackled like a psycho as he slowly took of his mask. "Remember me?" He said with a smile. He then took a sarcastic and over the top bow before putting his mask back on. "Nine elementals now. Today really IS my lucky day." The hooded man, presumably Phil, seemed to tense up. "You once had my respect... But now you only have my spite, I will kill you without a second though". Phil then leaned forwards and launched himself towards the masked man, screaming "Now Die!!" Anticipating the attack, the man simply shifted to the right. "Maybe, but not today." The man said coyly. Then he turned to everyone else. "I bid you adieu!" He said, then he ran out of the cave, using his dark energy again as a quick getaway. Phil rolled to recover from the momentum. He turned back to where the masked man was standing, finally realising that he had fled. "Damn" he muttered to himself, sighing in disappointment. Turning towards the Elemental, now deceased, Phil's expression soured as he spoke. "rest in peace" was his only words to the Elemental as he waved his hand gracefully. The elemental's body then shone bright and, in the blink of an eye, turned into nothing but light particles that quickly disappeared themselves.

Then he turned towards the ten other Elementals, His face seemed blank and calm. "I know that wasn't the most... Encouraging introduction" He spoke clearly, full of purpose. "My name is Phillip Ripley, I am known as the successor of Kyra". Then, Both his expression and voice became slightly more casual as he continued to speak "But just call me Phil. Now, I'm sure you have many questions, so please don't hesitate to ask before I show you around."

[User]
At first Ethan tried to ignore that the whole vision thing even happened, after it was ridiculous to think that Mother Nature was real. But the thought that a human controlling Earth was just outlandish kept nagging at him, that combined with his curiosity and the off chance that he might be able help thousands if not millions of humans led him to using google maps to find Cloud 9 expecting to find nothing.

Not even five minutes later he was on his bike heading to the location of the club. When he finally got there after about twenty minutes, the overly vibrant plants were the first thing he noticed. After getting of his bike and chaining it to a streetlight he confirmed his suspicions, the ground looked way too poor for them to grow there. "Okay so maybe Mother Nature is real, or someone just planted these."He said to himself before going down the stairs.

When he reached the bottom he noticed others had beaten him there. Before he could say anything some weird fight broke out that ended in one person dying and seemingly disintegrating. After it was over the victor introduced himself as Phil Ripley the successor Kyra told him to find.

[Assistant]
Nick pulled his hood back down over his head and flicked his chain over his shoulder. "Well, that was all very dramatic." He shot a glance down to the girl who'd crashed down the stairs a moment ago. "Honey, you might wanna stand up. I have a feeling shit's about to get even weirder."

He stepped forward, out of the group of... 'Elementals', or whatever the masked man had called them. Was that what they were? Elementals? Well, maybe that applied to Sir Torchy McDeadsalot or whoever the fire-throwing man was, but Nick didn't exactly feel a part of that. Metal wasn't an element, Metal was the thing that beat the elements into submission.

He let his eyes wander over the group. Christ, but they were young. Most of them looked like college students - the one with the messy hair and the greasy face looked like a teenager. Nick had a sinking feeling that he might be the oldest among them, which probably wasn't good seeing as how he was a minimum wage hoodlum who spent his nights breaking security cameras and graffiti-ing buildings. Hell, at least he read a lot, too.

"Alright, Phil," he said striding towards the man. "Let's talk about all this. Seems to me like you called us here, I don't know how and I don't know why. I don't know what that shit was with Masky, I don't know what 'Elementals' are, I don't have any idea what the hell is going on." With his left hand, the one that wasn't holding the chain over his shoulder, Nick poked the man in the chest. "We deserve an explanation. Start from the beginning. Condensed, easy-to-follow, informative. Who are you? What do you want with us? What does this have to do with Vygorns? Do they all have powers too? What'd they get, plastic? Paper? Unvarnished wood?"

He took a step back and spread his arms out. "And leave out all that hoodoo-voodoo, Kyra, 'Mother Nature' bullshit, okay?"

[User]
A couple more people arrived and Sunny's suspicions were on point. They were all called here by the Mother Nature. She sighed, gazing at everyone's faces. They were young and Sunny wouldn't be surprised if she turned out to be on of the oldest. Heavens, what in the world possessed her to come to this place? "Silly SunnyD, you wanted to beat up some Vygoms. Remember?" Yeah. She did.

Then some masked guy killed someone, presumably another elemental, and was then promptly driven off by Phil. Fuck. She was so going to get something strong to drink after this. She just saw someone get murdered in front of her and now the corpse turned into sparkles. Apparently, the guy who drove off Mr. Mask was the successor to Mother Nature and was entirely too...chill about what had just occurred moments before. Before she could start angrily asking questions at this 'Phil' guy, one of the other elementals beat her to it. So Sunny just stayed in the back, her arms crossed together as she waited for some answers.

[Assistant]
Gwen was surprised at first but agreed with the one of the guys who was already pounding Phil with questions. She began to regret coming here and wished she had stayed home. She wasn't a hero, she couldn't save anyone; she'd already failed before. And all these other pansies were supposed to be like her? They don't even look they would have a fighting chance against the Vygoms, they would be destroyed before they could say the words, 'We surrender'. This was a mistake.

She began to run her fingers through her hair and sighed aloud. "I really shouldn't be here. Look, I'm certain I'm not the girl you're looking for. I may have some weird powers and stuff, but I'm not the hero type and fighting against the Vygoms and possibly dying in the process isn't on my agenda. So I'm going to go."

[User]
John was in shock. He'd just watched someone get killed, and then become light particles. One of the others stepped forward, demanding an explanation. John ran a hand through his hair and the shock was wiped off of his face, replaced by intrigue. "I agree with Shouty over there," John said gesturing towards the guy who was demanding answers. "What the hell is going on and what does it have to do with our powers?"

John had always thought that his powers could be used for something better. He'd just never imagined that they'd be used for a rebellion. It doesn't matter though. If it helps people I'm going to do it. God damnit being a good person is a struggle John thought to himself. It was true though. He knew that whoever that murderer had been, he was evil. And most certainly anyone connected with him was probably pretty evil themselves.