[System]
"In their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did."
Age: 25 years old
Gender: female
Height: 5.5 feet
Weight: 117lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Religion: Atheist
Occupation: Quantum agent
Ability: Telekinesis - The power to manipulate objects/matter with the mind.
Personality: One word - sociopath. Although at times she may seem joyful and carefree she can be suspected to sudden and violent moods swings without warning. Even though she communicates and most of the time acts at an adult level, mentally she is still a child (I.e Throwing tantrums). Being a sociopath she is incapable of empathising with others and doesn't feel remorse nor guilt for any of her actions. Although at times she may come across as being caring she most definitely isn't, it's merely an act to get what she wants. Johanna generally views others as "toys" or even "pets" who are only there for her personal amusement or to be used for her own benefits. She really seems to enjoy her job and isn't hesitant to do whatever it takes to get the job done even if it means throwing some of her own comrades in the firing line...and at times she has even toyed with her own life. Killing comes easily and often done for the pure pleasure of it, annoyance, negative mood, boredom or for just no real reason at all (i.e. If someone looks at her funny). She has quite a foul mouth on her and is not afraid to voice her opinions or views of others.

Background: Johanna became an orphan at a very young age. Her parents were out in the town one night celebrating their fifth wedding anniversary when they never returned home. At first they were reported as missing but a week later her parents bodies show up mutilated in the front yard of their family home. Unfortunately for Johanna she was the one who found the bodies. The images of her parents lifeless bodies still haunts her dreams many nights. Because her parents never established a will stating who will receive custody of Johanna if they die she was take away by child services and placed in an orphanage.

Being a small scared young girl she immediately found herself on the bottom of the food chain. The constant teasing, bullying and the fact that they never found her parents killer caused her to become severely depressed to the point she would just lay silently on her mattress not bothering to even get up to eat or drink. Finally what seemed like an eternity to her she was adopted by a young loving couple..so she had thought.

At first glanced everything seemed pleasant but as the days passed the couples true colours appeared. They had some serious marital issues and even though they were constantly bickering with one another the physical abuse was all direct at Johanna. She was abused throughout her teenage years and like bullying that took place in the orphanage she just took it on, like it was normal.

Then one day she decides to invite a boy over when her adoptive parents were out for dinner. Any visitors were heavily forbidden but she couldn't resist he was the first real friend she had ever had. To her and the boy's misfortune her adoptive parents come home early. Johanna was ready to take the usual beating however her adoptive parents had other ideas of punishment that night. Her adoptive father forced himself onto her whilst his wife constrained the boy to watch. That's when she broke. Her ability awakens with no control, just pure rage. All the emotion she subdued for all those years was finally being released. The result ends with the bloody death of her adoptive parents. After realising what she had done Johanna begs the boy to keep quiet but he's so afraid by what he had witnessed he calls the cops. She tries to spot him but in her confused and frightened state she ends up levitating the boy above the dining room table. Hearing the boy cry out for help she panics and her concentration drops causing the boy to simultaneously drop. On his way down he ends up knocking his head hard on the corner of the table. Before she can check whether his still breathing the authorities arrive. Seeing the horrific scene in front of them they immediately arrest her and take her to county jail.

Johanna spends a couple of nights in county jail before a group of mysterious men in black suits arrive. She is released into their custody, all charges dropped. She thought maybe her luck had finally changed. She could start fresh. Free...but little did she know, she was being recruited.

At first they trained her to be protection against the other evolved. They ran multiple test and pushed her constantly to her limits. Then suddenly out of the blue their agenda changed and instead of being a defence she was now being trained into a weapon. They attempted to institutionalise her, but her mind proved to be too unstable for the results they wanted. However, her power was far too valuable to be just terminated.

Johanna now serves Quantum with the mission of exterminating her targets...EVOS.

[User]
, @ThatsWhatSheSaid
While driving, the girl asked Norman what happened. "Evo hunters," he said plain and simple, "Goddamn evo hunters. Broke into the office and tried to shoot me up, and I ran right out the window and fell onto the ground. All this glass got stuck in me... Better than being dead, though." Occasionally his words were stopped by Norman coughing up blood and wheezing, that or a grunt of pain. He tried to stop the bleeding, though it was bad... Really bad.

Then they stopped at a school. Norman was about to ask what they were doing, but then saw the ambulances parked outside. Great, he almost died and there was an attack on a school. What more could go wrong? Well, not much. Thankfully, the girl stepped out of the car and walked to one of the paramedics. Norman opened the car door and tried to step out, only to shout in pain and start leaning against the hood. He begins shuffling towards the paramedic the girl had went to, but collapsed half way there.

[Assistant]
Johanna Phillips
Demolished High School
Los Angeles, California

"Do you mind?" Johanna's uttered rudely as some girl brushes passed her a little too close to comfort. Although she appeared to be in high spirits Johanna was still feeling a little shaken up from her punishment. Her eyes trailed back in the direction the girl had come from. "Check out this broad Walter, bloody parks her rust bucket in the middle of the street like she owns the place...nobody can even get out. So rude." Like she could talk, she was no Saint but that didn't stop her from calling others out. And even though the girl's car wasn't really in their way or stopping them from doing their job it still seemed to bother her. It was almost like she wanted to pick a fight with someone. She could hear Agent Black's voice in the back of her head saying "Behave yourself. a sinister smirk spread across her lips. I'll behave alright.

"OI BIMBO!" Johanna shouted towards the girl. "THIS ISN'T A PARKING SPOT YOU KNOW...." She was cut short hearing someone cry out in agony behind her. Johanna quickly span around to find a young looking guy covered in blood shuffling around the orange mustang before finally collapsing to the ground a few feet or so away from her. "Well this is interesting...very interesting." She mumbled to herself as she realised the boy had come out of the other girl's car. Johanna instinctively and swiftly makes her way over to the guy. She crouches down right next to him not to help him back but instead to get a better look at him. "Well, well, well what do we have here?" Her eyes quickly shifted over the boy's body analysing and examining his wounds. "What have you been up to?" She chuckles to herself. However, before she could continue she was cut short again.

"Johanna this is not what we have been assigned...let's go." Johanna flinched slightly as Walter grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to her feet. His pull wasn't strong, she merely cringed because he gripped hold of abrasions on her wrist that she had received from the chains she was tied down with. She instantly tugged at her sleeve to cover her injuries as she suddenly felt somewhat ashamed. "Just a scratch don't be such a baby." A strange yet somewhat familiar voice echoed in her head.

"...Come on everyone's getting distracted let's pass through police"." Johanna's head jerked upright before noticing everyone rushing towards them to aid the boy. The remaining officers stationed at the barrier appeared to be preoccupied with watching the paramedics. Walter whips out two fake CIA badges and moves towards one of the officers. Johanna hesitates for a moment as she finds herself torn between curiosity and obligation. "JOHANNA."

"Okay..." She mumbles before proceeding after her colleague.

Unicycle @Nallore

[User]
Elena Reese

Elena looked over at the woman who called her a bimbo for parking, when someone was clearly hurt and injured. "Well sorry for that princess." Elena yelled back sarcastically. When she got to one of the paramedics Elena led them over towards Norman they quickly got a stretcher and set the injured man onto it. "They will take care of ya alright?" Elena said gently patting him on the shoulder as they wheeled him off towards the nearest ambulance. Elena turned to look over at the woman who yelled at her earlier, she stood there by her car and crossed her arms over her chest staring at the woman and the man who accompanied her.

Elena somehow got the feeling they were up to something and quietly followed behind them, when she was close enough to the yellow tape she looked around as the cops were distracted by something else. Elena quickly moved under the tape and made sure that she wasn't seen by either of them and stuck to hiding behind cars or large chunks of debris from the remains of the school.

[Assistant]
Everything happened pretty fast. People rushing to and fro, a guy diving under, then crawling his way out from beneath their table. Derrick took everything in as best he could, just processing and watching quietly as things happened. When Elena dragged the guy out to her car, he followed and climbed onto his bike to follow along behind her.

"What the feck is going on today?" he muttered to himself when they slowed at a high school. Police and emergency vehicles filled the front lot and spilled out onto the street as well. "Everything' done gone ta' hell in a hand basket, I'm tellin' ya." By the time he pulled his bike up onto the sidewalk and shut it off Elena had already gotten the attention of a pair of paramedics who were looking at the injured guy and some bird was yelling at her about parking her mustang in the road. "Seriously. Has everyone lost their feckin' minds?"

When Elena started following the bird and some bloke he hurried his way after her, slipping under the tape just in time to catch up to her. "What in tha feck d'ye think yer doing'?" he demanded, quietly. "Just cause ye think ye can protect yourself doesn't mean ye gotta go looking' fear trouble. Why're we following these two for, anyway?"

[User]
Alleyway
Los Angeles, California

"Thank you," Johanna smirked as one of the officers lifted up the yellow tape for them to pass under. Too easy, she thought but her amusement slightly dropped when she noticed the large number of officers and paramedics scattered across the rubble. Guess we aren't in the clear just it. She quickly pulls out a small notepad and pen to try and look more the part as they proceeded towards the right of all the rubble and away from the 'crowd'. "Picked up anything yet?"

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

Johanna couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Walter sniff at the air. He looked like a dog. Although his ability had its strength especially when your trying to track someone down she felt like it was weak power to possess. From the abilities she has witnessed heightened smell is feeble and nothing to be celebratory about. Still right this moment she appeared to be the weaker one of the pair. "Nothing yet...well it seems like we have some fans but...." Johanna instinctively turned on her heels to glanced back but Walter quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to face forward. "Don't look!" She cringed and swiftly tugged her arm free. "They are just nosy...no threat...at least note yet..." Walter then returned his attention to the job at hand.

Johanna's spent the next couple of minutes just doodling around on her notepad pretending to take notes as she strutted along behind Walter who was hard at work. "I think I got something...yes this is definitely the trial we are looking for...mhmm yeah I remember that hint of green tea..."

"Green tea?" Her right eyebrow arched slightly in confusion as she took a deep breath in through her nose trying to smell what he was talking about.

"Never mind. Just follow closely..." They moved off further to the right and away from the wreckage of the school. "What do we have here?" Walter came to a sudden halt causing Johanna to almost walk into him but lucky she managed to stop right on time. "Looks like our friend got himself into some trouble." Her eyes instantly lit up with excitement at the thought that they were finally going to get some action. "He ran off this way." Walter pointed down a nearby alleyway.

"Lead the way." Johanna lifted up the yellow tape before signalling Walter to proceed onwards.

Once they were out of sight from the police they picked up the pace and before long they were sprinting. Left. Right. Left. Left again. Johanna could feel her breathing becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. Although they were barely running at full speed she was beginning to feel tired. With barely three hours sleep exhaustion was starting to kick in and the pain of her injuries were resurfacing. Looks like the meds are wearing off. She bite the bottom of her lip trying to hold in her scream of agony as she prayed for the next corner they take to be their last.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 15

Gen is unusually tall for his age, standing 181cm tall (5 feet 9 inches), and his doctor had told him that he could grow a bit more. That alone is enough to make him outstand on a crowd, instead of his clear blue eyes. He has two moles that seem to be aligned and another one below his mouth. When not using his uniform, Gen dresses in polo shirts with sweaters (when the weather allows it), dark jeans and sneakers, lacking any kind of accessories apart from his black-rimmed glasses.

Arcana: Hierophant

Personality: In a word: clumsy. In more than a word: Gen is not ill-intended, but everything he attempts to do does not seem to go the way he intends it to. And that is an understatement. That is why many people deny wanting his help when they need it, unless it is absolutely necessary, and even then they would be reticent. He likes to help, but mainly he likes to feel needed and that he is not the odd one out. He seems quite easy to talk to and a very cheerful person, and likes to throw sayings out of the blue which can sometimes be eerily appropriate, while still hiding the memory that torments him at night.

Equipment/Skills:
* Weapon: Naginata
* Skills: Surprisingly vast vocabulary and equally-surprising cooking

Background: Gen was born to a family of teachers, which meant that a lot was expected of him, academically speaking. Since kindergarten, he had to spend many hours sitting in front of a book and study so that his parents were satisfied when his report card would come. That was no easy task, for Gen could not simply memorize everything his parents wanted him to. He would get nervous when tests came and he would barely pass, and later he would get scolded for not meeting their expectations. His punishments, then, was to study everything again until he knew it by heart.

Until an accident occurred.

One day after dinner, they were robbed in their own house. Two hooded men forced the door open and seized them, pointing them with guns and ordering them around. Gen was utterly scared, and so were his parents. What was worse was that Gen could not move; the men would yell at him and his parents would beckon him to go where they were, but Gen was so frightened that his body would not react to them. One of the men pointed him with his gun, and pulled the trigger.

Gen did not die from that shot because his father received the bullet instead. His mother cried, and then the man realized what he has done and ran away, his partner carrying everything they had robbed. Gen had the man's hooded face ingrained in his mind, but he still did not move. His mother hugged him and his father's corpse lied on the floor before them.

From thereon, Gen could not concentrate at all, and his mother did not push him. He had nightmares with the robber's face, and a gun pointing its muzzle at him. He was sent to therapy, and he still does, and started to develop a sort of clumsiness that he had not had before.

Persona: Hokuto Seikun

Appearance
Abilities: TBA.
Unawakened Persona

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Akira Kirigakure // Warakuma High
Thursday, May 28th, 2015
After School

It's been a week since mid-terms ended and people were still in lazy mode. He managed to do reasonably well, enough to shut the teachers up, though not enough to mutter something along the lines of 'Now if only you'd clean up your act....' "I don't recall putting on any kind of act." would be always be his reply and always with a facial expression that would irritate them further. Hey, it's better than saying nothing at all, right? Which usually was the case beforehand. The teachers are able to show signs of irritation, anger, sarcasm and the like but when you do the same, it's a totally different story.

Seriously... With a stifled yawn, he headed out and started leaving the school grounds. It's been a a tiring and quite dull week but if there was something of interest, it would be the usual drama of the Archery Club. It was quite as entertaining as as usual, another bout between Rokurou and Mika. A shame Sato wasn't there and added to it, probably could've added more spice to it all. Though, it was short lived as the sides managed to settle things, though, doubt the problems will be over anytime soon. With a smirk, he headed on home.

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Akane Hanazawa // Abandoned Warehouse
Sunday, May 31st, 2015

It's only been 3 days since she met up with Rui to learn 'the truth' about what's been going on in Warakuma, but it was still fresh in her mind. Well, couldn't be helped, it was pretty crazy stuff, so of course it would stick. Normally when one hears something of the sort, that'd write it off as nonsense and pay it no mind, but considering what's been going on lately and what she had experienced, it all made sense. Everything falling into place, well...most of it anyway... It didn't take her long for her to agree with Rui's offer.

Even if she didn't experience that whole shadow incident, she'd still be on board and choose to believe it. Mostly because she lives inside her head a lot and it sounded quite interesting. Who knows, maybe some inspiration for her manga? Also, from the sounds of it, there'd be some fighting involved and will be able to help some people out.Win-win for her really. Ok ok, mostly because she wants to beat the crap out of the ones that swarmed her and abducted her. "Fucking cowards...." she muttered to herself, gritting her teeth.

Anyways, upon arrival she managed to formally meet the gang, including the ones she encountered during her own problem. Even knowing a number of them, like Kami, whom is also in the kendo club. She has never liked him though, wasn't fond of his attitude. She was tempted to say something but refrained. Apparently, there were 2 'dungeons', each with their own person to save and that they'd be splitting up into 2 teams, sending 1 into each dungeon. Hm, I wonder who got taken this time.

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Akane Hanazawa // Hospital Street

Having arrived at their destination, Akane couldn't help but give it a long enough. It was quite a strange sight, with strange names to boot. Strawman Hospital.....Heartbreak Hospital....Hmm...

It would eventually be decided that Akane would be apart of Rui's team with their designated area being this so-called 'Strawman' Hospital. She wasn't too keen on returning to a hospital, especially after her recent trips to one, but it couldn't be helped. Like it or not, this was her first time in this world, well, not as an abductee anyway, so she needed to get a hang of it first. Should be fun. Heh She smirked, cracking her knuckles as she let Rui know that she was ready while waiting for the others.

[Assistant]
Alexei Dragunov | Shirohane Flower Store

Alexei stood outside his favorite flower store, shocked with what he had heard. Things had certainly taken a turn for the worse with the innocent Kotori-chan caught in the cross fire. Whatever was a going on was certainly much deeper and grave than it appeared. The cult was getting bolder with each move and now they had struck twice on the same day.

Surprisingly, all of them being high school students. Though, a remote part of his mind reasoned that maybe Kotori would return all well like the others but he found it hard to get that emotion known to the one who owned the shop he stood in front of. It had remained closed as expected and Alexei felt as if he should go and offer some consolation to the grieving mother.

Instead, he just left a note at the door. A promise, to try his best in finding the younger Shirohane. The joy of whole week had been washed away in a single stroke. First, Akane and now Kotori. He was starting to worry for the safety of his beloved sister as he walked around the Shopping complex hoping to look for any clues regarding the disappearance of his friend, if he can call her that.

Many thoughts rifled through his mind as he wandered around by his lonesome. Whatever this whole thing was, it seemed either the police was not interested or they weren't up to the job of knowing what was going on.

[User]
Strawman Hospital
31/5/2015 Sunday

The early parts of the dungeon were pretty standard, and eerily quiet. They passed the check-in at the front entrance, and began to go down a bunch of corridors. Occasionally there would be hospital equipment and empty beds strewn across the sides, but otherwise it turned out to be a little labyrinth. After awhile the monotony ended, to some of the party's relief, the whole dark and restrained shades of blue and green and white like that of a hospital was beginning to become tiring, and the whole messed up look of everything was beginning to play on one's paranoia. They were now standing in an open clearing, there were chairs laid across the sides with small tables. This looked like some kind of waiting room.

At the end of this 'waiting room', there was a large elevator. It looked just like any other elevator, but run down and... Really big. There seemed to be nowhere else to go in order to advance, so they stepped into it after pressing the one and only button on it.

"Hmmm... I've played enough games to know what a big elevator means", he said to himself, and just on queue, shadows. Their first encounter in the whole dungeon. As the shadows manifested, the elevator began to lurch and then rocket itself at an incredible speed. Looks like these shadows were the key to moving on. They took the appearance to security guards, their faces wrapped in bandages, wielding a baton and a handgun, plus they looked like they could use their handcuffs too.

"Those shadows are... They're not letting the elevator stop. Defeat them and it should be okay", with that understood, Rui took a stance and announced to prepare for combat, though they didn't really need to be told.

He was counting five of them, and each one seemed to be a fair bit durable, meaning they won't go down to just a few hits. On the other hand, they seemed slow and easy to fight around... That was probably what the handcuffs were for. It was likely they had some kind of binding skill... Probably be careful for that.

[Assistant]
Akane Hanazawa // Strawman Hospital
Sunday, May 31st, 2015

Throughout the most part, it was like any other hospital, aside from the fact it was accompanied by eery silence. While there was occasional equipment and empty beds as they continued walking, nothing out of the ordinary happened, no things that really suggested otherwise, well, aside from the fact that nothing has changed and nothing there. "This is seems like some half-assed set up from a b-rated horror film..." she joked, as she looked around as they continued walking.

Soon they found themselves into an open clearing with what appeared to be some sort of waiting room. And as if on cue to the script, a conveniently placed elevator, albeit a run down one....a large one to boot. "Looks like an invitation..." Another frequent Horror/Thriller movie cliche, the run away elevator. The people get in, something snaps and they fall to their doom. She was tempted to joke about that as well, but thought better of it.

Stepping into it, there was a single button. Invitation might not be far off, heh. "Well now..." she muttered as figures started to manifest and with their appearance, they elevator began to lurch and rocketed at an incredible speed. "So these are the so called 'Shadows', hmm?" They took the appearance of security guards, faces wrapped up with bandages and equipped with batons and handguns. "....and handcuffs? What use does a shadow have for them?" Given how wary Rui was of them, there was probably a reason for it.

Standing around certainly isn't going to get them anywhere. "Well, we won't know what they've got until we try something....Setanta!" crushing her card and summoned forth her persona. "If any of you can use magic, best use it now!" her thinking was that maybe it would put them on the defensive and/or prevent them from using any kind of trap. Unless...that in itself was a trap....oh well.

"Kill Rush!"

[User]
Sunday, 31
st
 - 2015

Warakuma Recreational Center

The sun shined and the wind blew gently and Gen had a smile on his face. Nothing could compare to spending a Sunday morning after midterms week outside the house. His mother had been pleased to hear that he had done tremendously well, or at least appeared pleased. Why would she not be pleased to hear that her son was only two points away from a perfect score? Oh yeah, that was how she put it: 'two points away'. But at least that was more than enough to keep her satisfied for a few weeks; hell, maybe even a few months.

Gen took his thoughts away from school for a moment to open the door of the Recreational Center. Due to the inexorable coming of summer, he was wearing a plain t-shirt that was blue at the collar and shoulders and faded to gray from mid-chest down. Besides that, a pair of jeans and his sole pair of casual sneakers. The only other footwear he had was the school's reglamentary shoes, and he had to leave those at the entrance before getting in. He remembered how he had outgrown two pairs in his second year of middle school, when he had quite a growing spur. The funny thing was that Gen's mother threatened him to make him go barefoot if he kept outgrowing shoes. Like, you can't stop growing when you're a teenager, Mom! Or so he would have liked to point to her.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Gen saw someone that caught his eye. Or rather, it was impossible that it did not catch his eye, for it was someone he knew and saw on a regular basis. However, the context was different, and she seemed so strange without her school uniform that Gen needed a moment to remember just who she was. But her name came to him; they were in the same class, after all. Gen walked up to Shizuka, waving at her. Even though they were not exactly quite acquainted to each other, ignoring her would have been plain rude, and being exaggeratedly friendly all of a sudden would have been awkward; but a few words with a school acquaintance had never heard anybody.

"Hello, Otonashi-san! Didn't expect to meet you here," Gen offered as a greeting, looking down at her from his standing position. "Good job on the midterms, by the way. How've you been?"


[System]
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Disposition: Cecilia comes off as a harsh, no-nonsense enforcer, keeping the other pilots of the Preying Panthers in line and commanding them in the field. She radiates authority, carrying herself with a haughty demeanor and steely confidence. In public, she molds her image into the Panthers' stone-cold adjutant, although on the inside she is actually very reserved and apprehensive about herself. Of course, she makes no effort to reveal her softer side to her associates. When it comes to operations, results come first. Cecilia keeps a close eye on the rest of the team in the field, to better orchestrate the most successful outcome.

Background: Prior to joining the Preying Panthers, Cecilia was a security officer of the WhiteTower private security corporation. WhiteTower had a strong presence in the XCD, providing surveillance and protection to client businesses; most of which were arms manufacturers or FRAME companies. Cecilia in particular was assigned to Ceres Aeronautics. Originally a designer and manufacturer of aircraft, Ceres had just taken the leap into the FRAME market as well.

Ceres's entering the FRAME industry unnerved other local corporations, wary of the growing competition within the market. KellCorp was especially anxious when Ceres unveiled the XGM-24A Handou and lost a number of prospective clients to the upstart FRAME manufacturer. In response, KellCorp decided to put matters in its own hands and go on the offensive. It sent a mercenary unit to assault Ceres's FRAME manufacturing plant and send the message to stay out of the industry.

Cecilia was among the WhiteTower personnel assigned to the facility, who were caught off-guard by KellCorp's attack. The mercenaries mounted a sudden, powerful offense and hammered Cecilia's partners into submission before totaling the plant. Although she held out with a grim determination and downed a few FRAMEs, there were too many mercenaries for her to deal with, and she was forced to surrender after her machine had been disabled.

The incident prompted Ceres Industries to respond by hiring the same mercenaries that KellCorp had sent after them, enticing them with an extremely lucrative contract. Not only did this get KellCorp out of their hair momentarily, but it gave them a means to retaliate and replace the FRAMEs WhiteTower had lost. The mercenaries happened to be none other than the Preying Panthers, and after ruining KellCorp's chances of competing with Ceres, Richard Bentz convinced Cecilia to quit her job at WhiteTower and join his unit.

Appearance:

Inventory:
* Heavy calibre revolver w/ optional laser module/flashlight unit.
* Carbine-length adaptive battle rifle with standard electronic sight and under-barrel flashlight.
* Combat/survival knife
* Pilots' suit with ballistic armour and equipment harness
* Pilots' helmet
* Military-spec datapad strapped to right forearm

Funds: 492,417c

Other: TBD

Name: LBG-22 Kirin
Manufacturer: Canton
Height: 4.1 meters
Weight: 5100 kg
Armor: 40 mm armorplast alloy
Speed (Walk): 52 kph
Speed (Skate): 84.2 kph
Sensor range: 4 km
Communication range: 30 km
Operating range: 700 km
Extra Systems: ECM suite, laser target designator, backup sensors
Power: (game mechanic) 135
Weight (game mechanic): 70
Price: 389,333c

Equipped Armaments & Systems:
* C3 Imaging Suite (5 weight)
* MG27 Light Machinegun (2 weight)
* GPR-21 Autcannon (10 weight)
* MGR-2A Anti-tank Missile (20 weight)
* LP-90 Light Rocket Launcher (24 weight)

Storage:
* AFC-40/L Autocannon (8 weight)

Funds Before Transactions: 345,160c

Operation Commission: +400,000

Sold Handou: +221,590c

Bought Kirin: -389,333c
Bought C3 Imaging Suite: -40,000c
Bought GPR-21 Autocannon: -15,000c
Bought MGR-2A Anti-tank Missile: -30,000c

Funds After Transactions: 492,417c

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Sarah took comfort in the people she trusted. That being she never really had anyone to trust. Very little got in the way between her and those few people. Hence the multiple suicide runs she took to "Save", them. No matter how much it pissed off her CO Cecilia. She smiled as she was pried off of Richard and looked up grinning like a four year old who just got some candy. "Nope. You know me, I went off on an epic quest. Braved the high seas, fought pirates and took down a dictator or two!", the funny thing is with her it was not only near impossible to tell if she was lying, but knowing her it probably wasn't far from the truth. If a little embellished. "I got bored...", she chuckled before she stared down Cecilia in near agony withholding herself. When she was asked the question she grinned, "Indeed, Yas darlink, It was terrible!", She gave a goofy smile. "I missed you", she gave her a small pat on the back and then manhandled her anyway. "We need booze!", as they left she waved to Richard. "Bai!", on the way as usual it took a small tactical nuke to shut her up. Then quite the few shots of vodka to act as a tranquillizer. She scribbled the name of the chairman of the OSU on a post it, licked it and smacked it on Cecilias forehead. Then as usual shanghaied as many people as possible into the game. Drinking and laughing before a ear shattering boom echoed. A security alert shot through her implants as the bartender fumbled with the remote. There has been an attack on the FRAME manufacturer Cradle Dynamics, authorities are advising civilians to stay out of areas three and four, DOWN WITH THE LIES OF THE SL!., her smile dropped as she looked to Cecilia as she in turn looked at the rest of the crew. A rumbling came and shook the glasses on the bar, BOOOM!....KABOOOM! She had a sick looking grin on her face. "FOR VALOUR!", she shouted as she heard her CO speak. "KILL THE FUCKERS!", she jumped over the table. Not waiting for the others to leave and bolted out the door, kind of looking like a rabid dog. Her ears picking up her CO telling Richard they were on the way. She still had the name Sarah Duncan slapped on her forehead. She really was that non-observant.

Her haste to get to the Samigina paid off. She arrived moments before the rest of the crew and had already strapped in by the time everyone had gotten to the hanger. Her damn engineer however had not finished servicing her power distributor. She was hailing a stream of expletives, most of which would be unknown to SL ears as she switched to her home language when really, really pissed. It was always known though she wasn't angry with the engineer. She knew he was doing what he could. She jumped out and nearly rammed the poor guy out the way. He chuckled, closed his eyes and shook his head. Knowing she was going to pull some crazy bull. And that she did. She ripped out a load of wires and bypassed systems she didn't see as important. Power stabilizers. Naaah... Failsafes...Boring....She heard a nasty electrical sparking as the power welded it together and then grinned wide as the winding of servos told her Mr. Bubbles was online. "Mr. B!", She shouted and clambered back into him. Running some last minute tests. "Diagnostics!", she shouted. Trying to hurry up as she didn't want to miss the battle. She didn't much care about Cradle, she wanted to be the one to get the first points on the scoreboard. Yes...She had a damn scoreboard.... Systems check.....servos Normal...Visuals Normal...Power levels....57% output..., "God damnit!", She shouted and realised she didn't have time to make anymore alterations and ejected her FRAME from the Samigina. Landing and then pelting herself at full speed to Cradle. "Operation time?" 46% reduction, she grumbled.

[Assistant]
Harold was trailing the others. All in all- he felt quite left out, and his apparently awful job at taking no damage and disabling two or three out of twelve enemies had him a little down. The rest of his new team were quiet, reserved, and scarred, unwilling to just shove it all aside and be whoever they want to be. Or maybe that is what they want to be. He didn't know.

So far, he'd had a rather bad luck with the people on his team. Get chewed out, get ignored, get told that his job is good for a beginning, but nothing more. He didn't like these kinds of people. He liked talking, and if he tried to approach any of them and say something, they'd just look at him.

So he trailed the group of them, entering a bar just like the rest of them, though not out of personal preference. He'd much rather shop for something to attach to Jupiter- miscellaneous gear, or maybe get a paint job or something to personalize it. Either way, it wasn't happening. The OSU weren't exactly nice- they moved on those who cross them, and they just crossed them. Not that he wouldn't have, if given the choice; he got a relatively massive paycheck compared to his last job. The problem was that he was feeling slightly paranoid about an OSU sniper or agent coming up and sticking a knife into his lonely back.

So he stuck with the pack.

When everyone's PDA's starting going off, simultaneously, Harold was the second one to whip it out and take the message in. Naturally, he turned and ran after Sarah, who had already barged out the door. He wasn't exactly the most athletic, but he managed a good enough clip behind the steadily distant Sarah.

By the time he made it back to the Samigina, he was well and thoroughly exhausted, and promised himself that he needed to get a car or something, next time he decided to go into town. It was ridiculous to run so long!

He rushed up the ramp, running past three other mechs until he reached his own. Hatch already open, he yelled for the mechanic to start booting it up, while he climbed in and did a systems check. A minute after Sarah had screwed up her own, but still launched, he was down and on the ground, rollers engaging. Still slightly ahead of everyone else except anyone else who had rushed a bit too much, he darted off after Sarah, cursing her for her foolishness- he couldn't connect to her systems, because her transmitter was sparking on and off due to low power.

He hefted his autocannon with both hands, disappeared down a side street, and activated his active camo. From there, he started taking a slower, alternate route to the source of the explosions, autocannon at the ready, tracking his teammates- 'save for Sarah- and getting ready to provide intelligence.

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Cecilia pulled on her helmet and her harness, thoughtfully placed inside the cockpit by her crewmen. She was anxious, and one could tell from the crook in her brow. Most of these Panthers had only one op under their belts as a team, and they were already being thrust into the frying pan. Somehow, they'd have to overcome their lack of team cohesion in a matter of minutes, or get their asses handed to them by whatever was out there. Worse still, they had no idea what they were up against. Unlike a proper op, they were going in blind. Cecilia decided it'd be up to her to keep things organized. She sighed - she really ought to appoint herself a subordinate.

The cockpit hatch closed overhead, and Cecilia strapped herself in. The glare of the monitors washed over her, informing her that her new Kirin was running up to par. She dipped the footpedals, sending the FRAME down the Samigina's ramp and onto the streets of Hamarr.

The moments prior to an engagement were critical. A team needed to position itself in the best avenue of attack, while minimizing risk. Obtaining fire superiority was the key to winning engagements, and in a dense urban jungle like Hamarr, that was no exception. The Panthers needed to get eyes on target and identify the threat, preferably before it could do the same.

"Pair up," Cecilia voiced. "Watch each other's back. These streets are tight; it's easy to get caught with your pants down." She maneuvered behind a corner, peering with just the bare minimum of her FRAME's opticals exposed. The radar was dead so far, although her C3 suite marked the location of buildings and friendly FRAMEs.

"Great, they're probably got jamming equipment active. If you've got ECM, do the same. Use your visuals."

She ticked the thermal optic switch on the control panel and her main screen doused everything in a monochrome haze. The streetlights and windows, lit up in white, dotted her vision. More explosions could be heard a few streets away. Cecilia waved the Panthers forward, scooting around the corner of 31st and Highview. She scanned the adjacent streets and alleyways as they passed by, keeping up a vigilant guard. When she'd reached Bembroke Street, she peered around a commercial office, coming face to face with the barrel of an autocannon.

Fuck! "Contact!!" Cecilia retreated back behind the building, raising her weapon and blind-firing around the corner to suppress the FRAMEs on the other side. Although he'd barely gotten a glimpse at them, she recognized the silhouette - XM5 Barghests. FRAME of choice for Perizian Union force recon units. These FRAMEs however, had no identifying markings on their chassis. Although there were only two down Highview, Cecilia had no doubt that there were plenty more, probably moving to take advantage of the confusion.

"Spread out! Eyes on all sectors! We can't afford to get pinned down!"


[System]
Gender: Male
Personality: Fun and outgoing, charismatic, charming but when it's time to get to business he is smart, analytical, determined, serious and level-headed.

Appearance: Lance has olive skin, dark green eyes, dirty blonde hair and a full beard.Lance looks very rugged and is very slim while muscular. He usually wears a mask( think reaper from overwatch)
White undershirt, a blue long sleeve shirt, a leather jacket, black and white fingerless gloves, heavy but breathable jeans, long socks that go all the way to his ankles. And black combat boots. He also has a medium black hiking backpack.
 Weapons: Samurai sword, Magnum

 Inventory:
- 3 water bottles
- 2 pounds of food
- Cloths
- 10 feet of rope
- 1 roll of duct tape

[User]
Lance Grimes

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Lance took his attention from Ted and looked at the newcomer named John, his head jerked with surprise as John-like Lilah, had managed to sneak up them.Albeit more sloppy, and he did call himself out to the group. Which make Lance think that this kid hadn't been out on the street too long, as calling himself to a group of people, that exceeds more than 2 isn't the best idea, as seeing 3 out of the four were armed with firearms Lance included.

Lance walked up to John and begin to introduce himself and the group to John,""Hello my name's Lance I'm the combat specialist of the group also the best equipped, that's Thomas the quote on quote leader of the group, that's Ted the nervous wreck that had the balls to stand up to me, and then there is Lilah the girl that managed to sneak up on the group with a gun", Lance looked at his makeshift weapon and held his hand foward for a handshake, "You can't protect your self with a lacrosse stick, you need an actual weapon"

[Assistant]
Lilah Green

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Lilah flinches at the sudden sound, her eyes flashing angrily at the newcomer. She casts a weary glance around their sorroundings, spotting no movemnt. After a moment, she turns back to him and takes a few steps forward, quickly.

"Keep it down, would you?" She murmurs hotly to the pair, her mood changing almost instantly. She seemed to want to make up for the weakness she showed the others earlier and silently vowed to be better with this one.

"As Lance so gratefully introduced us, I'm Lilah. But I don't like that, so just call me 'L'." Her voice carried a slight edge of sarcasam, however, that air of weariness still hung about her. "As for joining us..." She gestures to Ted.

She winces to herself, realizing how bossy and controlling she seemed as well as her refering to the group as 'us.' Like she was one of them already. But she couldn't afford to show that, so she pushed it away and her face betrayed nothing.

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Lance Grimes

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Lance took his attention off John and jerked his head to face Lilah. His expression turned from a happy grin, that stretched ear to ear to an expression of a robot, blank and cold. "Yeah, I'm not going to keep it down, cause how do I say this I haven't even known you for half an hour, also you don't tell[ me what to do" Lance then took his revolver and said"You don't boss around a person that can murder you if you threaten him, but I don't really fell threatened by any of you really, on a more boring note I can see weakness and don't even think for a second that I can't see through your shell, I've killed more than enough people to know when a persons weak and when their not, it's really a matter of expeirence, twisted yes, but expeirence noon the less." Lance pulled his gun back into its holster and was about to finish speaking until he remembered the word us, he sighed and continued to speak"Lilah, you're not one of us, we've only known you for like half an hour, we saying you can tag along on the ride, doesn't mean you're part of our group, yet".

[Assistant]
Lilah Green

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Lilah frowns at Lance, though a spear of anger and frustration felt as though it ripped through her chest. More gently, however, was a smaller feeling of guilt. He had just called her out on her insecurities, and even more frustrating, she couldn't do anything about it. She knew she wasn't a fighter. She never had been. She was much better with words than she was with fists and something about Lance just put her off. However, she wasn't going to let him treat her like that. Lilah wasn't normally threatened easily but she knew... Well, at least she thought she knew that Lance was a bully. A physchopath. However, a side of her told her that she shouldn't be so quick to judge. Instead of arguing with him, she just decides to go with it.

"You're right, Lance. I'm sorry. I shouldn't mess with someone as strong as you, when I'm so weak myself. So incapable of surviving on my own that I need 3 men to take care of me and watch out for me when they go yelling and bring a whole hoard of these things on top of us."  Lilah responds with such a sincere voice, only with the slightest edge of sarcasam. Afterward, just to make it better, she bats her eyelashes at him like she would the man of her dreams. Her own words surprised her... She had meant to defuse the situation but her frustration got the better of her. Oh well. No use to worry about it.

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John Philip Zaremba

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 John looked at the man astonished, He couldn't believe that this man had so much vanity. It was obviously stupidity and compensation for things the man lacked but even so, John didn't like him one bit.

 "I dare you to try to take the weapon for me, or even use your own weapons to kill me. I guarantee that I will disarm you and have you at mercy in less than 40 seconds.

 The man disregarded his statement and continued his rampage onto the girl that was second to reply. That pushed john over the edge.

 "Alright listen Richard, I don't like your attitude and I don't think I'm alone in my assessment. In fact I think most of the people here, if not all, would gladly toss you to the curb. I know you just met me, and her it seems, but this is no way to treat comrades. especially given the circumstances.

John said is a hushed voice connecting eyes with L a few times.

[Assistant]
"It's Cold Today"
《Washington D.C》
《"Kai"》

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Spoke the youth, having just exited the derelict building that had served as his shelter the previous night. The wind is whipping sharply, transfixing the rugged all-weather jacket with ease. The sky is a swirling angry mix of alabaster white and gloom-ridden gray. Just another day in paradise. The male began his morning exercise, which consisted of push-ups,sit-ups, and squats(for those thunder thighs). After about thirty minutes of rigorous exercise, he stopped and sat in the dew-laced grass adjacent to the building. Shame, thought DC would've survived. He thought, eyeing the desolate scene before him. Rust speckled cars, abandoned military barricades, and plenty of other embellishments to the scene.

"Welp, time to stop being depressed and start the day!". His voice was full of pep and just about the only noise being made that morning. He adjusted the strap to his rifle and slung it over his shoulder, walking into the deserted streets. The aforementioned barricades looked promising from afar, but any ammunition or weapons there had been taken. The lone skeleton of a soldier was just about it; even the kevlar vest it wore was useless, shot to hell. "Damn". He muttered, moving along. The lack of zombies was surprising but welcomed, even he got tired of telling them jokes. A secondary weapon would've been nice. The hunting knife was great, versatile, but another gun means more protection. And protection is a deathly serious matter nowadays.

Regardless, he kept moving and scanning buildings, looking for somewhere to stay. "Smells like s*** out here. It's times like these that I wish I had some frebreeze". After a while, he spots a rising plume of smoke. He proceeded to draw his rifle and creep down the street, getting closer to the source. The prospect of living people made his heart race as he rounded corner after corner, until finally spotting the squat store where the fire was. Before he could even investigate he heard voices, loud in volume and somewhat angry.Shut up..you'll attract something. He thought, moving closer to the source. 2 males and 1 woman, apparently having a (apologies for this next part) dick measuring contest. Even through the apocalypse some things managed to stick around. He set his rifle down, cupped his hands to his mouth and spoke;

"..What kind of bees make milk instead of honey?". He figured a joke would lighten the air and also let them know he wasn't hostile.

"Boobies"

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Thomas Olfry
Interacting with: @Myriad

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Thomas had stood watching the scene before him unfold without moving. Then, when he heard the voice from afar he shushed everyone around him. "Shh. Guys, did you hear that?"

"Boobies."

Thomas couldn't help it, he bust out laughing, but then quickly shut himself up. He wiped out his gun and rushed towards the area where he heard the voice and found a man lying on the ground. "What the heck was that about?" he asked.

[Assistant]
"Get it?"

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He said, arms raised in the universal gesture for surrender. "Well, I figured a joke would lighten up this situation". The male's features formed into a frown, raising a digit to move the gun barrel from his face. "But I got a gun in my face...Thats cool. Reaaaaaaaaaaaal cool". The sarcasm was just bursting from the adolescent frame, which then stood. "Let's start with names, I'm Kai. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Gunman. I assume the three stooges over there are with you?"

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John

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John grinned and slapped his hand onto his helmet audibly.

 "Nice one kid."

He said before giving 'lance' one more grave look.

 "I don't know much about everyone else here but my names John, and that over there is Lilah. You said your name was Kai? right? Well its a pleasure." He said holding out his hand for a handshake sticking the sharp end of his stick into the ground.

 "I guess today was 'universal meet up' day." he said with his own amount of sarcasm.

 "Who coulda guessed we'd all end up right here right now? I suppose it was meant to be."

[Assistant]
"It's a pleasure, John"

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He began, giving a surprisingly firm handshake to John. Afterwards, he scooped his rifle up from the ground, slinging it over his shoulder. "Maybe its all destiny. Fated to meet or something like that". The male shrugged in a lackadaisical manner, which clearly showed his doubt in the matter. "Mind tellin' just why y'all were being so goddamn loud? Half the city probably knows we're here"

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Lilah Green

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Lilah shoots the... Well, the kid... a rather venemous look. She didn't appreciate being infered she was dumb but after she thinks for a moment, she can't help but smile. She was being rather dumb,however much it pained her to admit. It had seemed like an approporiate thing at the time, but afterwards, she felt dumb. Even more so that someone else had caught it. She glances at Lance once more."I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have acted like that. It wasn't fair to you." She apologizes, truthfully this time. Without waiting for a response, she turns to the new kid.

"Hello Kai." Lilah responds smoothly, all trace of sarcasam gone from her voice for the time being. "As everyone seems to like to introduce me today," She casts a meaningful look at John. "I'm Lilah. However, I go by 'L'." She replies simply, though she does not reach for a handshake. The whole 'touching' thing was strange to her and she never liked it much anyway.

[Assistant] Lance jerked his head into the direction of The new kid Kai, he would deal with both John and Lilah later. He then started to walk forward to Kai, but then John gave him a pitiful excuse of glare which he responded back with a big psychotic grin that stretched ear to ear. He turned his attention from John back to Kai and finally walked up to him and said"Look, that was an uncle joke, but I've heard far worse and far more cheesy jokes in my time of killing both zombies and people, speaking of people Hi I'm Lance nice to meet you ". He then put his arm out for a handshake.


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Male

Hero/Villain/Neutral: Neutral

Powers:
Fixer - Loosely speaking, Steve solves problems. He has the instinctive ability to identify things that need to be fixed, come up with a list of things he needs to use, and then promptly do the work as though he'd been doing it for years, regardless of whether he knows what he's doing. This can range from things such as a broken down car, a crashed PC, a boxing match, or a broken heart.

Sometimes his solution is not the best method, which can result in situations where he asks for two feathers, a wire and a bowl of noodles to fix something as simple as a calculator with a flat battery.

This ability only works if Steve is aware a fix is required in the first place.

Abilities (Not powers, but stuff he can do)
"Fixer" - Sometimes Steve lies about what he needs to fix something and then keeps what he requested for himself. This means he's quite good at procuring things kids his age should really not be getting their hands on.

Mechanic - Powers aside, Steve is a pretty dern good car mechanic. He's been working on the things for years, after all.

Driver - Having been raised by a NASCAR driver, Steve knows how to drive. He's almost as good as a professional racer, but their experience will beat his youth more often than not.

Fit - Steve is a tank. He's muscled to the point of being ripped and yes, he has a six pack. Comes from working out regularly and doing physical work all day every day. For that reason, he can and has taken more than more than a few punches and remained standing.

Toolbox Fighter - Steve's knowledge of fighting with his toolbox and tools is quite robust. Screwdrivers become shivs, wrenches become clubs, etc etc. He's a decent brawler without it, but he has no real training.

Weapons: Steve has a toolbox, filled with all manner of things. Screwdrivers, wrenches, shifters, cable coil, you name it, and he can use it as a weapon. He also has a giant one-and-a-half metre pipe wrench which he affectionately refers to as 'Annabelle' and swings it like one would use a warhammer.

Personality: Steven Diggs is a bit of a dick. He disregards most opinions other than his own with a strange nonchalance, so secure is he in his knowledge that he's the best. He's more than happy to talk about himself in a tone resembling subtle bragging. He is almost always in control of himself and rarely gets angry, preferring to disregard people talking down to him since they obviously don't know what they're talking about.

He relaxes this attitude a bit when around friends and people he likes. He considers his own position a lofty ideal to which everyone should aspire, and hey, if he likes someone enough he may even help them with that. He's brilliant, so why shouldn't they be?

He possesses definite bloodlust, enjoying fights and throwing himself into them with relish.

Steve enjoys speed and tinkering a great deal, being from a NASCAR family. In fact, that's part of the reason he's never seen with a steady girlfriend. His standards are so high that his yardstick is Danica Patrick.

Above all else, Steve is an opportunist. Because his skills are often in demand, Steve does occasionally assist people he doesn't like but uses this to obtain leverage over them. Whether it's a trap in the device he just fixed or something like a favour down the line, Steve helps you because it helps him.

History: Steve's father is a NASCAR driver, his mother one of the mechanics on his team. It may not have been true love at first sight but it came, eventually. He was born in Daytona, Florida a bit over eighteen years ago. He had the standard American education, but he spent much of his time trackside assisting his mother and father. It was there that his talents began to develop. He was taught to drive at five, and was driving full size cars at twelve.

After that came his teens, and he was already developing into the slightly dickish guy we all know today. He didn't fit in in early high school. Those who shared his world-view shunned him as they were all far too rich to care, and he got in too many fights for anyone else to care about him. Suffice to say, on topics not focusing on cars and physical education, he did terribly. He did, however, grow into a six foot two musclebound monstrosity.

It wasn't long before he fixed up some forged paperwork to get him out of America and over to Neo-Tokyo. His parents saw it as legitimate, and off he went to find his calling, and perhaps make some money along the way.

To this day, Steve is the giant, dickish NASCAR loving pure-bred American car nut in a world that doesn't appreciate him, so he's going to take it by storm.

Weakness: Creative mind and physical fitness aside, he's still just human. Catching him by surprise or keeping him in the dark with information works too. Finally, he can be provoked to unthinking anger.

Other: Theme Song

[User]
Sonoda Yuka - Metallica Weapon

Metallica Weapon's only response seemed to be only a flash of her ominous, pale-red eyes, the luminescent globes embedded into the helm of the warrior staring across the short expanse between her and the relentless robot with a cold and unfeeling gaze. All was quiet, the only sound that whistled through their ears being that of the wind itself. It was in this position that the amnesiac hero stayed in for a single beat, as if pondering upon a suitable reply to the prying questions of the strange, zealous automaton that had pursued her for so long. Her feet shifted against the concrete.

>>In order to ensure the safety of this just cause and my own identity, I am afraid I shall not be capable of following the directives of this machine. The citizenship must be protected, and I cannot do so in the company of this hostile entity. Cerebral Intelligentsia continues to lie in wait with their horrid monstrosities!

A pebble cracked.

That was the only warning her pursuer was given before a wave of air compressed in front of Metallica Weapon, blowing through dust and leaves to completely obscure the heroic warrior from view. She immediately turned and sprinted away, counting down the seconds in which she could continue to exert her own influence over the great winds of the Earth. The barrier she had formed of particulate matter and foliage had become solid, the molecules of air having pressed together to create a miniature storm that protected her from sight. It would not last, but she had already known of its temporary status! To put distance between her and the hostile entity that was the robot, and to bring her closer to the schemes of Cerebral Intelligentsia, she needed to move as uninhibitedly as she could!

The wall dissipated, matter dropping from the sky and down onto the concrete. But Metallica Weapon had already covered a great distance with her powerful strides, running as fast as she could towards where she knew now that Cerebral Intelligentsia had sent its weekly monster, but also as far as she could from the robotic menace that had chased her for so long.

But there was one message, left in the cloud that had descended from her wall.

A single:

"NO."

[Assistant]
Bright Elementary School

Hachirou was flummoxed by the events that just occurred right in front of him. He watched as the mass-murderer fled after the slaughter of good and honest police-men. And the good boys in blue made their pursuit knowing that they were the line of defense against such depraved monsters, as sirens kept blazing. There would be no mistake, that the officers would avenge their fallen, and the end result would not be a pretty one.

So, the young man maintained a baffled expression on his face, with his mouth slightly agape. Just today, the Stock Exchange was destroyed, then terrorists attacked an elementary school, and murdered a slew of cops in cold blood. And then Kenji placed his hand upon his shoulder and teleported him inside the Quadrangle.

Hachirou followed Kenji as quickly as possible. Though, after hitting a part of a cadaver left in his stride, he made damn sure to be far more careful and moved much slower. With sweat pouring down his brow, and his expression in a nervous grimace he glanced at the assorted students and teachers.

The young man coughed into his right hand as he tried to regain some composure. After all, these people needed someone to look up to, and they needed to try to not seem as horrified at the events as the students and faculty were. So with that, Hachirou tried his damn hardest to put up a less concerned face. But that didn't stop him from sweating quite a bit, and an occasional tremor which disrupted the smile he was putting up.

"Y-yeah. The terrorists are gone, and we are here to help." Hachirou said as he gave a small wave. Now, he just needed to shut up and keep everything calm. What mattered now, was making sure the students and faculty remained safe and to keep them safe.

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The Remnants of the Neo-Tokyo Police Department Crack Response Unit
"Harada-sama! Sensei!" was the cry of Sergeant Ichigo Akiyama, one of the few lightly-wounded soldiers remaining at the Quadrangle. A needle was stuck into his shoulder and the doctors were trying frantically to get him to an ambulance, but he shoved them out of the way to skid to a stop next to the heavily wounded man he saw. He fell into a crouch and took the man's hand.

"Ichigo-kun... you're alive!" Captain Harada of the Neo-Tokyo Police Department Crack Response Unit said. His unit stricken, his morale broken, what few men left alive had fled in pursuit of the two terrorsts that had shattered them so. But Captain Harada was in a bad way. The blade of the eyepatched woman had torn him from throat to hips, and he was quietly bleeding out on the quadrangle. It was all too fast. The chance of him surviving had gone from slim to none in the past few minutes.

"You live, Harada-sama! Come on! These men will get you to a hospital!"

"No... I'm afraid I won't be going home from this one, my dear friend," the captain choked out, a racking cough spitting blood from his mouth. His life slipped ever further away from him.

"You must not say such things, Sensei! Think of little Yuki-chan! She waits at home after this day for her father to return!"

This caused Captain Harada to smile a little. His impending death could not stop the flow of memories of his beloved daughter. His daughter who attended this very school, in fact. "My little... Yuki... we will never play baseball in the backyard again..."

"You will, Harada-sama! Fumiko-san will surely reconsider the divorce after witnessing your bravery!"

"My dear... Fumiko..." Captain Harada groaned, before coughing heavily once more. Additional blood emerged from his mouth and he tightened his grip on Ichigo's hands. His other hand clamped suddenly to the side of Ichigo's face, and his deep brown eyes, the eyes his daughter had inherited, bore straight into Ichigo's soul. "I die here, witnessed by my ancestors... in an act of bravery. You lead now... Ichigo-sama," he choked out, before his grip abruptly loosened and his hand fell to the ground. His eyes, once so vibrant and full of life, were dull and dead.

Ichigo couldn't believe it. His mentor, his friend, had fallen on this ground. "Harada-sama!" he called, as though trying to will the soul of Captain Harada back into his body. It was a futile gesture, and he knew it. He cried out in grief, in anguish, in pain. "HARADA-SAMA!!!"

A Distant Rooftop
Just as Yukoshi landed on another rooftop, so did five other members of the Neo-Tokyo Police Department Crack Response Unit. They had kept up their pursuit and now they had cornered her. They were a motley bunch of young officers, four males and one female, of all shapes and sizes. None of them wore helmets, and surprisingly none of them were covered in blood.

Above the rooftop, the light refracted, as though a glass dome had just been placed above them. As a matter of fact, a completely impenetrable shield had been erected, preventing escape of their quarry. They had her now.

"Stop right there, criminal scum!" called out the tall-but-not-tallest one, the big-but-not-biggest one. "You are a kidnapper, slayer of innocents, murderer of children!"

"That was not a good thing to do!" said the man who's facial features were not quite Japanese.

"Only a villain could be so cruel!" cried the lone female in the squad, distraught over the mayhem.

"I'm gonna have some fun with you!" said the tallest man, the really lanky one who's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

"Think of the children!" bellowed the largest man, the one with muscle upon muscle trying to tear through his uniform.

The first man, clearly the leader, spoke once more. "For that, we are here to TAKE YOU DOWN! SENTAI! ACTIVATE!"

In unison, All five of them slammed down on controls on their wrists, and theme music rocked out from an invisible source, announcing the arrival of the True Japanese Heroes. The Five Legendary Warriors were each engulfed in a bright light, their clothes being replaced with glamorously coloured uniforms that radiated true heroism.

If you thought it couldn't get any brighter, well, you'd be wrong. A blinding flash of white illuminated the rooftop battlefield. The light was refracted within the dome, blinding anyone not wearing the special helmets that each police officer now wore. and standing there were five figures, all posing dramatically, ready for battle. Their uniforms shined in the bright light, almost glowing with power.

"Daisuke!"

"Satoru!"

"Kenichi!"

"Izumi!"

"Wong!"

Each coloured warrior called their name, shifting through various Martial Arts stances before falling into another glorious pose of heroism and might. They were ready for battle. "TOGETHER, WE ARE DENKITEKI KEISATSU SENTAI! THE LEGENDARY POLICE RANGERS!" they cried out in unison. "WITH OUR LEGENDARY POWERS, WE WILL DEFEAT YOU!"

The leader stomped his foot down and pointed towards Yukoshi. "PUT DOWN THE HOSTAGE AND PREPARE TO BE APPREHENDED!" he roared, his presence and volume intimidating and powerful. Surely one confronted with the might of the Denkiteki Keisatsu Sentai would surrender? For there was no escape, and no victory here for the terrorist and her dead friend!


[System]
Age: 23/23
Species: Human
Appearance:

Personality: Innocent an unassuming, protective of family and humanity. Youthfully optimistic. Impressionable. Honest, and a completely incapable liar. He is the kid-brother that you wish could have a better life. He is the nacent next generation of hunters.

Biography: Damien is of Latino descent which is certainly not uncommon in California. He was an unplanned child, something that is also unfortunately common for the area. His biological father is virtually unknown to him, and thus he was raised by his single, working mother. Like anyone else in his situation, he wanted a better life. Well disciplined out of necesity by his mother, he wanted to finish school and work his way to a decent life, to be able to provide for his mother and for any potential family of his own. His mother unfortunately died of cancer shortly after he began his first job, causing a huge strain on his ability to concentrate on work. That, and his own differing personal interests with his agency, caused him to be let go from his position as a junior detective. He had begun reading the Occult Digest not long ago, but was continually told to focus his investigations elsewhere. He didn't exactly listen. Subsequent to that, he met Jacki Edwards at one of her presentations in the city and was encouraged to interview with Jones and Dolph.

Damien has a mediocre martial arts skill and gunmanship. He speaks Spanish and English and doesn't smoke or drink. He is surprisingly bright with a good work ethic. So far, he has no idea that the supernatural are real and has never encountered anything of the kind.

Supporting Characters: None. This poor lonely soul is trying his luck on Match. com.

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@DepressedSoviet@Letter Bee

"Hold up, there's a lost boy who might need some guidance." With that, the long-haired beauty in hiking clothes just turned and walked purposefully away.

"A lost boy?" Damien murmured curiously to the vacant space next to himself, feeling about as interesting as a sack of potatoes. It was all he could do but to stand watch as she went off, but perhaps he could see what child this was who was lost in a diner in the middle of the afternoon. He mused. It was probably some cute kid. Woman always like cute kids... Hey, wait a minute.

The person Priscilla had so avidly approached didn't look like a cute kid at all. In fact, the apparently homeless man she went up to looked to be about Damien's age. He was unhealthily thin, wearing dark, old clothing, and had half his face hidden like he was hiding years without dentistry. A knot twisted in the young detective's stomach as he realized Priscilla probably also thought of him as a mere "boy" as well, albeit better dressed. Did 2 years difference really define him as a child in her eyes? Damien stepped closer, allowing his burned pride to take a backseat to his growing curiosity. She was talking to this man, but for some reason, Damien couldn't hear anything. And it wasn't the music or the background chatter, but something was different. There was simply no sound at all, and unless this homeless man was lip-reading... Damien narrowed his eyes in a suspicious glare as he tried to figure out if he could trust his own senses.

Damien's date and the homeless "boy" seemed to talk briefly in this strange way, and she ended up giving him a religious memento, a small cross, looked like a letter-opener. Damien straightened his face before she turned around again and smiled at her as she returned. That silent talk she did was odd. Surely most people probably wouldn't have even noticed her mouth moving, but Damien wasn't most people. Not yet anyway. Strange talk aside, the fact that she was going out of her way to help weird people seemed to place her as one of those super-loving religious Christian types who run up to strangers to hug them and such. Damien was really beginning to doubt this match-up was a good one. Regardless, it was important to make the most of the evening.

"That was certainly friendly of you, heh." The two began to look for an open seat when suddenly, Damien recognized David entering at the door. "Oh hey, look. There's my boss. He just walked in. Come on, and I'll introduce you." Truly, Damien was thankful to have a reason to change subject and began moving toward David, who ironically, sat down right in front of the very same scarf-covered homeless man.

"You must be Lucas..." Damien heard the start of the conversation as he was waved over, and already his preconceived notions were being redefined.

Not forgetting his manors, he held a chair for Priscilla before seating himself. "Hello Mr. Jones, and Mr. Lucas. Yes, uh, Priscilla and I had a date. I.. hope it's alright. So... Saved you you say? Are you two old friends?" Damien played to the more casual interpretation of David's invitation, yet he began to wonder how personal or work-related this meeting might actually be. Inwardly, he hoped his new boss didn't think his mind wasn't in the work simply because he had brought a friend along. Being a detective meant a lot to him, and he certainly couldn't afford to get canned again.

[Assistant]
"David..." Priscilla can see something strange from the man, something that both resonated with and repulsed her. But she chose to cast that aside as she was on edge now. "Well, it's nice to meet you; my name is Priscilla Brown, Female Priest of the Episcopalian Church. I'm Damien's current date, and he's proven himself to be good company." A coldness had entered her voice as she faced David, a wariness that came from facing potential danger.

"And yes; I'd like to hear your story as well, David." Priscilla then glanced at her glass of coffee, frustrated that the mass of sleepers around her would not allow her to defend herself without causing Paradox, the backlash that came when you went too far against the Consensus. But it was a mild gripe; she can get herself out of this situation if she wanted to.

Daring to use Forces once more to direct a whisper at David and Lucas, Priscilla would say to them, using her magic to 'curve' the sound so Damien couldn't hear.

"David, Lucas, I'm a Mage, and you two hold some power yourself. David, do not try and ruin the life of either of these young men, and Lucas, if you have supernatural abilities, you should be careful and not be alone without preparations. Notice that I'm trying to help," Priscilla would finish, then say, somewhat jovially:

"So, who wants me to buy the Bacon, while we listen to the story?"

@Metronome@DepressedSoviet

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(Collab between Grec and I.)

It took Darby only a moment to remember the creepy son of a bitch's stubborn refusal, or perhaps inability, to speak, and the neonite sighed and grabbed for the patch-covered leather cut thrown across one arm of the worn couch. He was pretty sure he was never going to understand Nagloper.

"Alright, lead the way." The biker said, slipping on the vest and a pair of riding gloves. Darby walked out of the apartment and into the alleyway, where the giant bat-monster landed. The Sheriff reverted back to his human form, the term "human" being used very loosely to describe the 9 foot tall monster vampire. The Sheriff led Darby through the alleyways of Downtown L.A until he reached Venture Tower, and they went in through the back entrance as to not attract attention. They went up the elevator to the penthouse floor and saw Lacroix waiting for them.

"Ah, mister Darby I presume. The Camarilla has an important mission for you. We need you to retrieve the Ankaran Sarcophagus." Lacroix said. Darby had to struggle to keep the scowl from his face as he listened to Lacroix's 'hail fellow, well met' heartiness, arms folded over his chest. Oh, Lacroix could play up the Camarilla's act of all Kindred being equal, but he couldn't hide the edge in his tone, the contempt he had for the Brujah fledgling from his eyes. He'd never liked to suffer fools or the bourgeois cunts who treated him like shit they'd scrape off their shoe, and he normally would have happily put a few teeth down their throat. A Camarilla Prince, however, was not the normal sort, and even he wasn't stupid enough to invite that kind of trouble for sake of sticking it to the man. Still, he felt the need to slight him somehow, and was preparing to light up a cigarette when Lacroix gave him his job. The smoke fell from his lips.

"Are you shittin' me right now?" He said, beady eyes narrowing at the prince. This was either a test or a trap, and either way he didn't like where this was going. "You want me to fetch a goddamn sarcophagus?"

"The Sacrophagus is hidden deep within the Museum. You are not to kill any of the security guards there, we can't have mortals knowing the existence of the supernatural. Now, be off" Lacroix said, apparently content to leave it at that.Darby's eyes narrowed again, trying to read the man's face as he spoke. He couldn't keep the scowl from his face now.

"Why me? Way you're talkin' it sounds like this is the biggest find of the goddamn century. Like you oughta be sendin' some big badass like the sheriff here. So why ya sendin' me, the poor ol' neonite Brujah that's barely been Kindred for two years?"

"We need someone who can be inconspicuous. My Sheriff's skill set isn't exactly specializing in subterfuge. Now go." Lacroix said. Translation: "You're expendable, and I don't want to waste anyone I actually give a shit about on this."

Darby grunted shortly, reaching down to pick up his fallen smoke, striking a match to light it as he nodded up to the Prince. He really hated that frigging smug, oh so punchable face.

"Yessir, your highness." He said, his tone far from deferential as he started to walk out of the office. Well, he'd enjoy seeing that smug melt off the fucker's face when he came back with the sarcophagus. And this would be a great opportunity to see how his wraith did on the job...

[Assistant]
At Santa Monica

 Police swarm into the Santa Monica Pier for an investigation as Beach Bums look on. On the street light hangs a desecrated body, it has been torn to shreds in some horrific manner that could not have been done by any normal human. The police try to determine a cause of death, and the only conclusion they can come to is an animal attack, but what kind of animal would hang up a man like this after such a grizzly murder? The police are dumbfounded as they conclude their investigation and disperse.

 Grünfeld Bach sits in the church hideout of the Society of Leopold, leading a prayer to the Catholic God with fellow hunters of the Society.

 "Please, lord. Grant us the power to destroy the Servants of Satan tonight, and to cut off the head of the snake, the Archfiend Lacroix." They begin this chant as they burn incense, it is a most holy ritual. However, it is interrupted when a member of the society approaches Bach with news.

 "Sir, we have news of a murder in Santa Monica. It seems to have been done by some foul creature of night. I advise that we send out hunters into the city, immediately. The police can't handle this themselves" Says the hunter.

 "Alright, send them out at once. We search for this killer, and hunt for his head!" Bach commands his hunters into the night.

At Venture Tower, Lacroix's Office

 As Darby left Lacroix's office, a new figure rides the elevator of Ventrue Tower. He arrives, timely, and steps into Lacroix's office.

 "Ah there you you are, Mr. Sea. I have a mission for you. As you might know, there seems to be occult activity in the area. They seem to be involving normal humans into their activities. We can't be having mortals knowing about the existence of the supernatural, and I know you are the perfect man for the job, given your reputation and abilities. Now, please solve this problem for me and you'll be handsomely rewarded." Lacroix said.

 "It shall be done." With these words, the entire room was darkened in a murky shadow, after a few seconds, the shadow faded and the man was gone.

 "Those Lasombra fascinate me, I wish more of them were on the side of the Camarilla." Said Lacroix.

Tony Lee with Yukie

 Tony Lee and Yukie ride in a cab out of Chinatown. They are escaping from their enemies, the Kuei Jin. Where they're headed, they do not know. They look for any watering hole or hotel they can stop at to make their base for the night.

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Lucas sat in his chair silently, looking quite uncomfortable among the group of strangers. His dark eyes hardly wavered as they stared intently at David, not being too discrete at all. He only broke his stare when the woman, Priscilla, spoken to him and David using that weird voice trick. Lucas huffed as she warned him about being out and about. He could take care of himself. However, he didn't miss the words said to David. That was a pretty solid confirmation of his suspicions, as far as he was concerned. If the mage could see it too, then David must still have the demon in him somehow.

Lucas wasn't interested in sticking around to hear the story that he already knew. He couldn't risk this mage woman prying into his abilities any further, especially not with the demon possessed man right there with them. It appeared that said demon was dormant, but if it felt threatened by his presence, then it might decide to flee the man's body, or even kill him. If it got away, it could be weeks before Lucas caught up to it again. He needed to get home to tell Father Walter about this, and maybe even get Seymour involved.

Lucas stood up from his chair, so suddenly that his legs bumped the table and his chair screeched on the wood floors. A few people turned to look at them. He readjusted his scarf so that it was securely wrapped around his face and quickly turned to make his way out of the cafe. The sun was starting to set outside, and a couple police cars sped by the cafe with their lights flashing. Lucas paused to let them rush by before crossing the street. His mind was locked onto the thought of a powerful demon, likely capable of taking a human life, and possibly even his own should he try to face it alone, being on the loose.

[Assistant] Oh fuck. David's friend was highly offended. Damien blinked haplessly in shock as the man suddenly got up and began to storm off. Quickly, he tried to recover the situation. "Oh shit. I'm sorry Mr. Jones. I shouldn't have imposed like that. Look, Priscilla and I will leave. We're leaving. It's fine..." Anxiously, and apologetically, Damien got up and offered a hand to the woman. "Come on, Priscilla. This is a private meeting and I've really made a mistake. I'm sorry. We'll go someplace else, alright?"


[System]
Nickname: None

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Guild: Lamia Scale

Rank:Mage

Personality:  An overly friendly and somewhat eccentric guy, Niti is affectionate to whoever crosses his path. Personal space? What is that? That's something that doesn't exist in his dictionary as he makes it his own personal mission of clinging to those he count as allies. He uses terms of endearment for both friends and foes which can rub anyone the wrong way and had gotten him into more trouble than he could count. Nevertheless, he is a busybody in body and soul, a trait that somewhat keeps him at bay… or not. He's often seen rushing off or just quietly sitting in a corner and pitifully staring at anyone until someone gives him something, ANYTHING, to do.

Although he might not be the most down-to-earth person in the whole guild, Niti takes his job as a healer seriously. He is surprisingly studious when it comes to studying subjects he might find useful and makes sure that the well-being of his fellow guild mates is his top priority. There are very few things he takes seriously and health is one of them - both physical and mental (insanity and blood lust not included).

History:  Not much is known about his past, but that's just because no one bothered to ask. In short, Niti came from a small village in the east where mining for precious gems is a main source of income and the people pray to higher beings for success and bounty. Surrounded by trees and mountains, his village is relatively remote and peaceful. Among the villagers, Niti is known for his endless bouts of energy and constant runs through the forest.

One day, after heading out of town for a few days to accomplish a chore, he found the road to his village closed off with mages whose jobs were to stop all who came. It turned out that his village was hit by a particularly horrible disease and had to be placed into seclusion. The mages refuse to give him any more details than that, saying to let the Magic Council handle it, much to his frustration.

Finding his own town quarantined, he desperately searched for a hint as to what this disease might be. The mines provided no clues and, according to the heavily censored letters from his family, no villager ever recalled a Patient Zero or anything out of the ordinary. Most of Magic that Niti experimented with came up with dead ends or provided only temporary relief in finding a possible cure. With no solution in sight, the whole disease situation was shrouded in mystery, and he had no other choice but to place it in the hands of the Magic Council with the quarantine still in effect.

With no other place to go, Niti took to the city where he found a new home that took shape of Lamia Scale. There, he furthered his studies in Magic and took on Soap Magic with hopes of someday finding a cure to this whole mess. Every once in a while, he would receive letters from his older sister stating the whole village's well-being and how they are doing.

Magic:

Soap Magic – A type of Magic that enables the caster to create and manipulate bubbles, foam, and soapy substances for different kinds of moves, primarily used for defense, support, and healing. Lesser known for combat, Soap Magic requires incredible creativity to execute attacks.

• Bubble Bath: The most basic of Soap spells that allows bubbles to remove any dirt and debris on a chosen surface. Makes for fast cleaning and baths unnecessary. It also helps calm the nerves.

• Bubble Detox: A type of healing Magic where the user can manipulate Magic Bubbles to "clean" various injuries and extract poison from the muscles and blood of an infected victim. It is can be used as a disinfectant.

• Slippery Slope Coat: A spell that allows the user and their allies to be covered in a light coat of soap. It reduces all friction and air resistance, enhancing both speed and agility. It enables the allies to be able to slip and slide past enemies with ease as if they were skating. Upon use, the user leaves behind a trail of glistening soap bubbles behind wherever he slides by.

• Bubble Bomb: One of Niti's more powerful combative spells. Bubbles containing highly compressed air are created and possess very powerful explosive force that can disintegrate a target on contact. However, it's hard for this attack to be discriminatory and is best used in nonpublic areas.

• More to be revealed…

Other:
• Enhanced speed
• Immense acrobatic skills
• Has an ear and love for juicy gossip especially those involving romantic escapades.
• Have a tendency of stalking couples.
• Has his own first aid kit at hand.

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Sage Ruzuzaki

With Jeanne's sword in one hand and his rail gun in the other. Sage continued to run towards the shrine, He was Pretty sure Gwen was behind him, but right now he was more Focus on that Cocoon that continued to emanate power from it.

'Interesting..will something hatch from it?' Sage spoke before as skidding to a halt.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" Sage faceplamed himself.

Standing before him were a countless Wave of Slimy...disgusting Tentacles. 'Am i so lucky i ain't a girl!"

'Second that.' the Beast spoke. Steeling his nerves Sage gasped Jeanne's flaming sword while pulling out his Railgun out.

'Hah...here goes nothing!' Sage aimed quickly at the first bunch of vines and fired

A blue Elctromagnetic Current shot past them before exploding into a plum of Orange. Instantly disintegrated them. Sense that danger was fast on it's way, the rest of them went for the instant kill, turning into a massive drill.

'No Dice!: Bushido Style 54: Way of the Digger!' Rushing at them with full steam. Sage carefully pinpointed the tip of the drill before cutting deep into the creature's) attack before pulling out and cutting the rest in one quick motion.

A stray vine caught him off guards as he sliced his cheek, wincing quickly as jumped above as 5 or 6 tentacle went for his mid-section, follow by a ambush from about, Sage turned around as Fire another Current at it, Blowing it to kingdom come.

'Oh yeah, who do you like-!?' he couldn't finish that sentence in his mind as the vice wrapped around his waist as hurl him down into the ground in a Suplex motion. Sage gritting his teeth as the 1st attack stop.

Oh...he was wrong. the Vine then proceeded to pick him up and suplex him again: 20 times more to be Exact.

On the 20th one it let him go. Making him crash into the ground hard. Also losing his rail gun and Sword. His orientation was far from okay as he tried to get up, only to fail.

The Purple Tentacles slowly traveled all over his body as the ensarled his wrists and ankles. Lifting him up they started pulling his body in Different Direction, making him (silently) scream.

'Fuck...this is painful!' Pulling back his body in, he resisted the vines. Both locked in a stalemate.

"I am the Savage God." Sage were wide open. "Bow, once again."

This voice has commandment laced, it was almost certain that whatever called to him wanted his loyalty. It wanted his Surrender.

'Uh....ku......hahahahaha' Sage smirked as he stop resisting. the vine once again tried to rip him apart. 'Oh wow...I'm surprised: do you really think i would bow to god?' Sage looked at the Cocoon that was hatching. the immense pressure was all over the Ruined Village.

'Savage God...I don't bow to anyone' Sage close his eye and Meet with Bakuko.

"If you want out: I can help you." the Beast spoke

"yes: Unplug me for 5 seconds' Sage nodded before opening his eyes again. 'this pressure should mask it....'

Closing his eyes once again. he smirked.

'Die!'

In a Torrent of Black and Red rising up from the ground, the Tentacles that was surrounding and Trying to kill him all disintegrated to death. his Yellow eyes returned to Blue and his Hair returned to normal. Landing in a safe position he quickly looked around to see if anyone saw him.

'Nope...good...where did Gwen go? Oh well, doesn't matter now.' Sage picked up his weapons and stared back at the remained Tentacles that were slowly burning. 'next stop: the shrine.

He looked at the Sky again, seeing a Large figure with Demonic Wings floating.

'.......'

[Assistant]
Aiden

Aiden growled as Ajax shrugged off their attacks with little to no effort, the growl deepening as the scale marks took on a deeper glow. His eyes seemed to frost over slightly, filled with a deep seated anger and frustration. He hated feeling helpless more than anything, and here he was, unable to even scratch this bastard with any of his magic. It was beyond aggravating to him, reopening old wounds that had never healed properly in the first place.

The ice that formed his claws seemed began to get thicker and darker, the edges of the claws becoming wickedly sharp. HIs teeth began to elongate into fangs, spikes of ice began to form on his back. Deep inside of him, he could feel a deep cold seep through his body, coursing through his veins with the force of a rushing river. And with it came an ice-cold anger, but he held that back. He didn't want to lose himself in a fight with Ajax, or else he could get himself seriously hurt.

When the Wizard Saint launched himself at Aiden, aiden was able to muster up a meager defense before he hit, able to redirect some of the blow. The hit still pushed him back some, as it had been a hard blow indeed, but he remained standing. When Councilwoman Kyou decided to enter the fight with her illusions, Aiden ignored them, using his senses to sniff out the real Ajax as he burst forward, TDS making him faster and stronger than he was normally.

He made a passing slash with his Naginata, the blade and upper half of it now being made of highly pressurized water, making sure to use as much distance as he could. He turned around for another passing attack, and would continued to make them until Ajax attempted to stop it in anyway. Once he did, Aiden would use his wings to assist him in backing away quickly from the altercation before going in for a closer engagement, though still using his Naginata to it's maximum range and ability. He was rather good with it, but since he had only been training with it for little more than 2 weeks, he was no master and thus still created openings with a few of his swings that would be quite easy to capitalize on.

Xavier

Xavier called back Knight as soon as Yunin showed up and made way to flee the scene for the S-classes to handle the situation freely. A part of him thought he should stay and do something to help, the rest of him thought that single part of his mind was insane and ignored it. Xavier made sure to stay hidden in the buildings, only exitting one to cross over to another as he made his way from the battlefield. When he reached the edge of an area, he flew up and away from it to the next, one that was above the present battlefield, taking refuge in a small building to watch the events from high up above.

[User]
"Oh, Yuuka, you should've let me handle the blocking," Niti hurried to the Dragon Wood Slayer's side, his lips thinned at the situation and his own incompetence since Yuuka had to tax herself to finish the job he claimed he would do. He looked around frantically, unsure if a flower shop or even a tree had survived the massive battle and wasn't lay waste. After an enormous storm of meteors, tornados, and gigantic beams of light, there was no doubt that the ruins of this town have little to offer in greenery other than Yuuka's self-made forest. As far as he could see were bricks, ashes, some surviving guild mates, and a bunch of giant rocks and… Oh!

"Wait! I'll be back in a jiffy." He patted her once on the shoulders before he ran off and disappeared into the wall of leaves. He came to the edge of Yuuka's forest defense, searching the ground before his eyes landed on the very thing he was looking for. It was a bunch of vines that had once tried to attack everybody, but then suddenly stopped for one reason or another. Without hesitation, he dug his nails in and, with all his scrawny might, pulled at a vine that hung loosely from the rest.

"C'mon, you stupid piece of--!" Before he could get a sharp object to cut the darn thing, his breath hitched as he felt an enormous magical presence bearing down on his shoulders. It had appeared so suddenly, so heavily, it made his stomach lurched. Goosebumps broke out across his skin as his hands began to shake. This presence… is so dark. It has a heavy tension to it that made him think of a pitch black swamp. "I… What?" Then he heard the voice. "Savage God…? A god is here…" Niti looked grim as he stared at the vines before him. Even more so than before, his skin was a deathly pale.

His eyes darted to the massive column of blazing light that erupted from the skies, but even then it didn't mask the dark magic that demanded submission. He let out a shaky smile and tightly gripped the vine once more. "I… I got no time for this. C'mon, move it! They can handle it... J-Just trust them! I got other things to do!" Reluctantly, he willed his numbed hands to pull and managed to tear a fairly large vine out from the rest. He then hurried off to Yuuka at light speed, a quivering smile forced on his lips.

"Yuuka, think you can… you can eat this?" Niti held out the limp vine to her, catching his breath as he struggled to keep his heart under control. "It's from that one evil guy's magic though so…" He trailed off as his eyes darted to Yuuka's, tired yet determined. His hands were still shaking from the presence he had felt. "If not, then I'll help you over to the shrine. Focus in reserving your magic until then."