[System]
Gender: Up to speculation, often defaults to "he" but "she" is fairly frequent

Race: Beast

Age: Vaguely-Twenties

Title/Nickname: Jester Quill/Quill the Grin

Kingdom of birth: Even Quill doesn't know the answer to this one. At some point he began to be passed off and off between various nomadic peoples. He'd gladly lie though, and say he's from anywhere that suits him.

Worship: Quill purports to worship just about any god that suits the situation he's in. He might praise one god for a joke, or blaspheme another to get a rise out of someone. Though he definitely believes they exist, he is not, personally, a big fan of any of them.

Appearance: Tall and thin, a wiry and feminine frame wrapped in a few layers of lean but practiced muscle. His hair is long and fluffy and fiery red, and two abnormally large hare-ears of the same color fall behind his head, a stark call to his bestial genes. His eyes are blue and icy, and it might be hard to stare at them for very long in the right light.

Though for the most part his clothes are light and flowing, two things Quill is never seen without are the overly-large-brimmed hat atop his head, and the grin that never seems to leave his face.

Magical affinity: Only Wind, but quite skilled with it.

Skills: For combat—Wind affinity, swift strikes, quick and agile.
 Out of combat—Fairly good singer, silver-tongued, good storyteller

Equipment: Equipment: Quill's weapon consists of two forms, a single-handed curved and notched blade, and a gnarled scythe. Often he wields the blade alone, and keeps the staff portion in its folded position at his side, but for the instances where he needs the extra reach, he can attach the blade to the end of the staff by its handle, locking it in place and extending the staff out into its full length. The wood, while scratched, neither splinters nor cracks, and the blade though weathered shows equal signs of integrity. Quill won't say where he got the weapon, but it clearly isn't his, its grim nature a contrast to his bright and jovial presented self.

Favorite spells: Presently, Quill's affinity is used mostly for mobility. He tends to keep moving on the battlefield, preferring quick hit-and-run strikes and swift counters. Though he can to some extent deflect and/or propel objects with wind, most of his magical prowess is apparent in the mobility it offers.

Character background history: Quill is not fond of people, perhaps that's why he's a jester, –or was anyway– so that he could mock them openly without causing too much of a fuss. Born of the affair between a bestial and a human, Quill spent most of his early life transitioning from roaming group to roaming group, being raised by just about whoever could be arsed to do so until they grew tired of it, and shoved him along. He heard a lot of mockery for his appearance, and was called a "mutt" most places he went. In his early teens he spent a lot of time shadowing with gangs and street-clans.

Quill will never gives a straight or consistent answer as to how he learned to fight as he does. Though his stories often include being taught by a nomad called Sienne, sometimes they are a woman, others a man, sometimes a monster and sometimes a figment of his imagination. Whatever the case, everything between Quill's earliest teenage years and the current time is a blur, and by now, Quill probably believes half the lies he tells about it anyway.

Whatever the case, his motives for joining the order are nearly as cloudy. He changes his answer a lot, but he's more interested in what others' reasons are, anyway. In fact, unless prompted, Quill seems to go out of his way to avoid being the topic of a conversation that doesn't involve some kind of antic or another.

By my knighthood I swear: I Swear To Enjoy This~

[User]
They got to visit the mountains and kill people? Quill could hardly believe his luck, was it his birthday? He cared little about politics, the unity and calamity of nations, but keeping up with them did occasionally offer these kinds of benefits. Hunting monsters was all well and good, integral even, to the foundations of the order, but Quill loved when they got to to handle these sorts of things. It helped shed light on how dangerous people were to themselves, on top of the monster threat, there would always be humanity and company to wage some war or another.

"One here, yes, a question," Quill proclaimed, hand in the air. "Now, I'm with you one-hundred percent, sandy-man, raze the Vipers, spill the blood, love it sounds like fun. But, with that goal in mind, do we have an actual plan or are we in a more improvising mood? I'm good either way really, happy to come along plan or not."

[Assistant]
A light went on in Loduzzro's head as he heard the plan. It was a very dim light, but it was still there. An idea. If these strange monk-men were living in the mountains, carrying out attacks, surely there were casualties. And if there were casualties, surely there was a need for new membership. "Am have idea for how get good information." Loduzzro's words echoed a bit, like the songs of a forlorn whale. "Maybe I go for pretend be Viper man, learn plan and signal for attack." He was very confident in this poorly thought out, half formed plan.

Realizing none of the knights had taken the fruit from his hand, he held it up. "Offer this as joining fee, maybe. Is good fruit."

[User]
Lao Xijer

Lao's lunch break ended as quickly as it started. He had ate hundreds of plates worth of food, anyone who had to clean them all was up for a challenge. Lao wiped his mouth stood up from the table, he was not here to eat, but he was called here on urgent business. Lao glanced at the lady servant who had graciously brought him all his food and smiled. "Thanks, oh and give my second thanks to the chef." He said as he waved and walked out of the dining room. The servant simply bowed and started to gather the discarded plates that were left on the table.

Lao was directed to the War room, and made it inside just as the explanation begin. So 2 of the many kingdom were discussing thr possibility of a military alliance through royal marriage. It was the generic thing that almost every kingdom did to make sure they were safe in the end. Allegedly, this man was sent to kill the convoy that started the negotiations. He refused, but was attacked by a group of strong assassins. He escaped, and know he know where they are located.

Lao was perplexed, why would this man see it fit to kill them. If they went around hunting every single assassin they could find, they would be dead within a week. But if they were planning to incite a war, then it made sense that they would have to destroy them. Anyone who wanted to destroy the relative peace that they lived in, Lao despised them. The questions wetr the ones that were starting the perplex him. In all seriousness, why plan, what were they gonna do, plan out some elaborate scheme to fight assassins, didn't make much sense to him. "Formulating a plan to fight trained assassins does not make much sense to me, they won't hide from us, and if there do, we find them." He simply with a smile on his face. "But, if a plan in truly needed, I believe I have one." He said quickly. "Trying to fight them in an environment that they are familiar with may be dangerous. A group of use should lead them way, while another infiltrates there hold, the plans may be inside." He said scratching his check throughout most of the explanation. "We should probably use, Hastuk to draw them out, have him lead them to use, and we fight!" He proclaimed. This was only one of the many plans he had in his head, but this one seemed to be the best of them all, or better then the furry beast man's.

[Assistant]
To Quill Hastuk shot an sideways glance.
"...We only know the rough estimates of their position on the mountain, we´ll formulate plan of assault when we know exactly what were up against."

One could not see under Hastuks face wrappings but surely his face was twisted in a scowl when Loduzzro presented his idea. Edward seemed to be pleased with it though.
"How about it friend? Dont you desert dwellers love fruit?"

"Misguided as they may be, Vipers are true men and women of Al Zidoa, their recruits are trained from childhood to wield blade and spell with deadly purpose. At best theyd throw any would be infiltrators into an box in ground to scorch and at worst..."

Then Lao made his proposition.
"...For now I forgive the arrogance at using me as some glorified bait as that might actually work. We will see when we get there."

Edward nodded and made an sweeping gesture trough the air.
"What ever your favored method of transportation is I suggest haste, Should the enemy suspect anything is up they would surely relocate their operations. I have sent some squires ahead to set an base camp near Sunfang. As always our stables are at your disposal knights. Will you ride with us Hastuk?"

"I prefer my ways trough the land, Ill meet you at the base camp. Good hunting and Sands favor to you Knights"

[User]
Arthur followed the Grandmaster and others into the war room, the trophies are what caught his eye. Arthur's dream was to someday have something to place inside this room, he hoped in his life as a Knight he would have done enough good and displayed enough bravery to be remembered like the founders and some of those before him. Arthur stood among his comrades around the map table and listened as Edward spoke.

They were to slay foes on Sunfang Mountain, Arthur has slayed many foes before but whether this mountain would make a difference was something he'd have to see when they got there. A mini sand tornado appeared on the opposite side of the table, the tornado gave off a burst of heat, which Arthur felt on against his face, as Hastuk arrived. Hastuk address Arthur and his fellow knights mentioning the royal wedding. Arthur preferred to stay out of affairs of the royals but as it was his duty he had no choice.

The Viper clan would be dangerous and highly skilled but the Arcane Knights would surely defeat them, something Arthur truly believed. He listened as Quill, the sloth man...Loduzzro and Lao weighed in on the mission. Arthur had no questions or plans of attack to contribute; he would follow orders and do as he was needed to do.

Arthur had no use for the Order's horses, he hoped his own Stallion had been fed, watered and rested; he would use no other horse as no other horse would suffice.

[Assistant]
Loduzzro thought for a moment. Transportation... Horses were too small for him, but he was much to slow on his own to arrive in a timely manner. It had taken him hours to simply make his way up the steps leading to this very room! The issue was a puzzling one, a difficult puzzle, like the one that involved stacking the little orb lines into a pyramid. Loduzzro could never figure out that puzzle when the ascetics showed it to him, and he was having difficulty figuring out this puzzle now. Perhaps if he rode two horses at once? No, that was a foolish idea. A makeshift sleigh for the horses to pull him along in? No, that was too complex. He thought, and thought, until he came up with an idea.

Turning to the chief knight again, Loduzzro attempted to ask a question. "In stable, you have... The big fur one? Isn't horse, is growly, but not cat like..." He was trying very hard to remember what the animal he needed was called. "OH! A bear? Is bear maybe could ride?" That was it! A bear, the perfectly-sized animal for him.

[User]
Edward

It had taken the day to gather necessary force for such an high caliber mission. Evening was beginning to cool the air as Edward the kind set for the stables with the assembly of following knights. While they had no bears there for Loduzzro he was offered an enforced carriage of sorts, normally used to move around magitech cannons, it should prove strong enough. Edward somewhat understood sloth mans plights of transportation, even he was forced to use quite a bit of his essence mastery to lighten his bulky armor as to not crush his trusty steed. As he mounted his white war destrier he held aloft his sword and shouted.

"Knights of our esteemed order! We ride for Sunfang! For Sophitia and Mother!"

Taking on both mountain monsters and Viper clan at the same time was not going to be easy, Edward however had strong faith in his assembled knights and he happened to know that few knights outside his initial list of names were nearby Sunfang on monster hunting duties, and would surely respond to magical presence of so many affinity born gathered in the same place.

[Assistant]
Quill never rode horses, could neither afford one nor possess the patience to learn to ride one. He was close enough to beasts as he was just existing, he saw no need to lord himself around upon the four-legged monstrosities. Instead he opted for a more natural -or at the very least more entertaining- method, and summoned up his wind affinity.

Being a very light person, his mana-forged winds had little trouble carrying him upon soft breezes. He folded out the staff that had dangled compressed at his side and sat upon it like some witch from a child's stories, floating along with the caravan and whistling happily.

He listened to Edward's rally, his grin turning cynical. Drifting down amidst the other horses, he spoke more or less openly to any that would hear. "Mother, Steel, Vine, Sand. Perhaps I should change my name to Dirt, have people pray to me too. We've got a long journey ahead on the Dirt, only seems appropriate."


[System]
Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Character Summary
Aliases: Ali, Mahi, Huq, Turban
Age: 31
Birthday: June 8th, 1891
Ethnicity: Bengali Indian
Birth Place: Kolkata, West Bengal, British Raj
Residence: Shepheard's Hotel - room 2158
How Long In Cairo: Three weeks
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Geology
Occupation: Geologist. Formerly Lance Naik, Indian Army
Languages: Bengali & English

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Appearance
Height: 5ft 8 inches
Weight: 147lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Coal black
Skin Tone: Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar across his left arm after being slashed by a sabre.
Personal Style: After his time in Britain, Mahendra took a liking to more European style of fashion, though by no means has left the traditional styles from his homeland. He's like a cameleon, adapting and changing his attire in regard to his surroundings and company. As they say, "When in Rome, do as Romans do."

When in the company of Europeans, he prefers decent suits, white shirts and polished shoes. All clean and ironed straight, he knows that diligence in appearance is highly valued. Same applies for hair and facial hair, which are finely trimmed and combed back in an orderly fashion. When in the company of natives like himself and like-minded people, or simply when to impress or show his heritage, you might find a slightly different man. One who wears more traditional clothing, like a Kurta worn over a louser shirt, wider pants and a turban, alongside sandals. His moustauche is then still finely trimmed, while his hair is neatly hidded undearneath the turban.

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Psychology
Helpful * Stubborn * Polite * Judgemental * Brave * Superstitious

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality:

First impression matters a whole lot for Mahendra. To those who's left a good impression on the shorter man, he's a polite and generous man. He's usually seen wearing a friendly smile under than black moustache, nodding and giving friendly gestures to known friends and strangers alike. He's a man who firmly believes that there's good in all men, as long as they're ready to admit their wrong-doings and ask for forgiveness. And for those he cares for, he'll go far to help them in any way he can.

Then there's the more conservative, traditional side of Mahendra, the one who shows his true self if left a bad impression. A firm believer in karma, he's under the impression that certain things happen for certain reasons, and that what befalls a man is justly deserved. Be rude or behave in a bad manner, and you'll find it difficult to be seen by Mahendra as anything else but a scoundrel, a baffoon or worse, destined to be reincarnated as a bug.

Habits:
* Scratching his moustache.
* Kicking around rocks and dirt.
* Running his fingers down the scar on his arm.

Hobbies: Tea-drinking & walks outside of civilization.

Fears:
* Omens of uncertain death
* Being reborn as something other than a man
* Losing his wife

Likes:
* Showing his ancestry
* Spicy food
* Like-minded colonials
* Classical music
* Seeing new sights and places
* Peace and quiet

Dislikes:
* Cold
* Rude or brash behaviour
* Prejudice
* Jazz music
* Cynics
* Criminals

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Understanding of local Egyptian superstition
* Geology
* Natural geography
* Excavation
* Social cameleon
* Bartering
* Drawing
* Animal-handling
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Combat Skills:
* Bolt-action rifle
* Sabre fighting
* Horse riding
* Stamina
* Whip

What Is On Your Person:
* Clothing - Black polished boots, dark blue pants and suit-jacket, white shirt, and dark red turban.
* Wallet - 27£ 6p, passport (British Indian), geologist- and military-certificates, picture of his wife and child.
* Notebook
* Pencils
* Pocket watch
* Magnefying glass
* Canteen
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Residence:
* Spare clothes
* Geologist-kit; brushes, small shovels, microscope, small pick and chisel, etc.
* Books on various geologic areas; Europe, Britain, India, Asia, Africa, Egypt
* Sketch-book filled with various digs and finds
* Meditation matt
* Unwritten letters and envelopes
* Suitcase
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* This spot is for an animal only - Cat, Goat, Horse, Camel (Basic animal, nothing special about it. It may not even obey every command.)

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History
What Brings You To Cairo:

Work does, amongst other things. Seen as the interest for Egypt and the Land of the Pharoes are at it's peak, Mahendra hoped that he would be able to find a fair-paying job amongst the archelogical sights as a well-educated geologist. His thinking was that because many treasures are still waiting to be found underground, who else better to hire than someone who knows what the ground should or should not look like? But there's also a more personal reason, one to do with his time of service there back during the War. He misses not the killing or slaughter of innocent lives, but the times of friendship and excitement that accompanied it. So now he's there, trying to find both work and memories.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo:

Mahendra Huq Zalil was born into a lower-class family, and was raised in the middle of Kolkata, the heart and center of West-Bengal in the British Raj. His father was a travelling salesman, dragging Mahendra and his younger brothers around and outside the city on their trusted horse to do business. His mother was a maid for a prominent British family living in the more luxurious parts of Kolkata, who took care of the younger siblings back home.

The only kind of education Mahendra recieved, was the little reading he was taught by his parents and the wife of the prominent family his mother worked for, while he learned some basic math from his father's business dealings. Other than that, Mahendra stood little out from the millions of other Indian children in the British Empire. And like so many others, he was married at the age of 16 to a younger girl, one he had never met. He would slowly start to care for her though, and come to accept that their marriage would be a fine one. This, alongside him working odd-jobs beside helping his father, was Mahendra's everyday life until he was 21 years old.

The Great War; the War to end all wars, the War with many names. It was something else for Mahendra. It was the war to finally prove he was a true man, and the war to possibly give India the rights She deserved. The British generals welcomed the mass of voluenteers who wanted to serve, seeing the need for manpower and finding their pool in British India. Mahendra was assigned to the 11th Indian Divison and sent for training in Egypt. He was saw combat during the Actions of the Suez where he and his unit fought of the Ottoman forces attempting to seize the Canal.

He was later transferred to the Indian Expeditionary Force D once his previous division was disbanded, now serving in Mesopotamia. It was fighting up the Tigris River than Mahendra's luck ran out; first he was severly injured in an Ottoman cavalry attack where he was badly cut in his arm. Then as he was recovering in a military hospital in Egypt, he recived the news from home; his father was dead, died of disease.

With the war over, Mahendra was afraid of what kind of life he'd return in India, but for once fortune seemed to be at his side. The prominent British family his mother worked for found pity in the family's sorrow, and offered them help; they would pay for Mahendra's education anywhere in Britain to ensure that his family wouldn't end up in povetry after their death. This was how the short Indian ended up in Britain and was able to attend the University of Oxford, in the end gratuating with a degree in Geology. It wasn't easy, but he pulled through after long, tedious work. He then worked on several projects, both in Britain and India regarding both geological and archelogical digs, and in construction.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo:

It has been exciting to say the least, even if the lack of work is getting to him. Mahendra has spent much of time seeking work, specifically amongst the archelogical sights. So far no one has offered the Indian man a position, even a temporary one. So he's done his best to look bright at the situation, and thus watched the sights inside the city, as well as the beautiful view of the endless desert that stretches on forever outside of Cairo. And then it's the vision he has, the dream...An omen.

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Extras
Character Quote: "Everything happens for a reason. It is best for us to take the hand we're dealt and do our best."
Theme Song: The Cave - Mumford & Sons
Anything Else:
* Mahendra has a thick Indian accent, which some might find difficult to understand at times.
* Sheshat
* His wife, Myra, still lives in India. She's awaiting Mahendra's return after he's earned enough money to settle down.
* Click me if you dare, you commie

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

[User]
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Priscilla Harker

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Location:The Museum
Skills: None

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 "Hmm?" Mosi made a cutesy questioning sound as Akhmed mention the person he bumped into. It had completely slipped off her mind, mostly because she was currently remembering a certain redhead who kissed her cheek in the most of teasing manner, making her day that much better than it had already been! Yes it was truly a perfect desert tale so far and Mosi wouldn't have it any other way.' Was there such a person...eh?' She thought to herself as they entered the museum and she decided to say hell to it and focus on the situation at hand which was dark museum devoid of guards and not care about the past. There was going to be time to focus on the past later... probably.

 "Lead on, I'm right behind you and got your back." She replied with a huge smile, dashing after Akhmed. She mentally checked the sensation on her right leg, to confirm sensing the pressure of the knife that she had attacked there. It was only one of her weapons. Mosi preferred to be ready in case something happened so she never let herself without some kind of weapon on her. Never know when someone might try to cause problems with you. Besides pretty much everyone had weapons of some kind back in the states. Mind you women weren't usually the ones with weapons, among her own female friends there were many who preferred to have men protect them, but not her. She loved all things cold weapons and also chicken races.

[Assistant]
Lauren Ridgeway

Location: The Museum, The Archives Room -> Outside of Vera's Office.
Skills: N/A

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Lauren gave Mahendra a slight nod, as much as she wanted to make sure that they had what they came for, this was now a scene when Neema gave the shelf a bump and looking up she also noticed that there wasn't any breaks or anything that made the crate fall down on Haakon. She did feel bad for the man, as well as Josephine. They did seem to be pretty close, Lauren decided to follow shortly behind Neema out of the archives room, she stopped for a moment to look at Mahendra as he went to cover up the body of Haakon. She should have gotten to know the man a little bit more. "See you in a bit then." Lauren said giving him a slight smile.

As they made their way up back towards Vera's office Lauren stuck close to Neema when they got towards the door, she noticed that the door was ajar which was weird. Lauren watched Neema pulling out what looked like a weird looking sword, she hadn't even noticed her carrying the thing either. "Maybe the curator was in there for a bit to get something from there?" Lauren asked softly.

[User]
Location: The Museum - The Archives --> Outside of Vera's office
Skills: None

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Mahendra had said he would go looking for the Curator, and about to make his way out of the Archives to find him, when Neema went through the door before him. And while he didn't want to appear unwilling to get going himself, he still was unsure of the layout of the whole museum. What if he got lost while the others found Mr. Kohn before him, or he too ended up getting crushed by another inanimate object? And who knew, perhaps he could be found at Vera's office by sheer luck? As Mahendra decided to follow the rest of the group after all, his eyes did dart around the room, still feeling a sense of dread.

If the open door of the office didn't catch Mahendra's attention, the fact that Neema pulled a weapon did. But with what had just happened with their Norwegian aquaintance, perhaps it wasn't so uncalled for? Mahendra looked from the open door, to Neema and then to Lauren. He was having a bad, bad feeling about this. "I may not know the Curator very well, but he did not strike me as a person to leave a door open. Especially an office."


[System]
NPC List
Age (Magical Girl): 13

Age (Before Magical Girl): 20

Gender: Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Appearance: Regular/Skimpy

[User]
While things escalated elsewhere, Alicia had done her best to help FanFan. She wasn't sure it had worked, but she'd done her best. Without being an Emotion spec girl, she had to do things the old fashioned way. Somehow she had the feeling that this was not an issue that could be solved in a single conversation.

Was she thinking of FanFan, or herself? Who could tell these days?

At least Kimble pulled a smile out of her at the glowing review of their date and pseudo Christmas. "That's good." Tactfully, she refrained from discussing what her competition was. Some memories didn't need to be dragged out. Better that Kimble was enjoying it now.

Before she could go no, Dinah approached the group. It seemed that she had finished with her singing, and was now looking to join them. Alicia did have some mixed feelings, but nothing too strong. Not much had happened after their last conversation to change her opinion after all. They might as well take advantage of the moment while it was here.

"Hello Dinah," she replied with a respectful nod. "That was a nice song. I suppose you've had a lot of time to work on your singing over the years, right?" No doubt Dinah was trying to play peacemaker while they were all here, though she hadn't been paying enough attention to know if it was working or not.

@AtomicNut

[Assistant]
'Alright, now listen,' Jelena said, focusing intently on her students on skis in front of her. On her own feet, Jelena had her own pair of recently formed metal skis. 'So cross your skis like this, and go slowly forward. There, cool. When you go downhill, lean towards the hill and press your weight down on the ski you want down the hill. So weight on the right leg to turn left, weight on the left leg if you want to turn right. Got it? So…' Jelena said, instructing at length on how to actually ski.

'… Yeah, I got this already,' Victoria boasted, easily sliding down while in full control. She was already basically skiing all over the place with her ice-powers.

'Wo-ho, haha! This feels weird!' Mayra said, almost losing balance but constantly adjusting herself with tiny bursts of fire from her molten body.

'U-uh…' Mariette hesitated, shaking, wide-eyed, staring down on her skis and then down the slope. Despite normally heading down way vaster distances and regularly standing atop platforms high above the cityline, staring down a ski-slope she was supposed to head down standing only atop a pair of interestingly-shaped twigs was way scarier. Still, she was trying to keep her skis crossed, and-

'Wait, no, AH-!' Mariette cried as she accidentally straightened her skis in a turn and then gained way more speed than she was comfortable with, and-!

'Ah, darn, I gotta-!' Jelena dashed into action, intending on rescuing the runaway leader-!

Except that's when a tentacle shot into the snow from Mariette's position, grabbing a tree and accidentally flinging herself down the slope. She was about to crash again, when she made another tentacle grab onto the nearest tree, redirecting her but once again lost grip of the tree, throwing her further down. She sent a tentacle to a tree, and… and so it continued, Mariette unintentionally flinging herself down the hill.

'Hold on, Mariette, we're not racing yet!' Jelena shouted after her.

'SHE'S GETTING A HEADSTART!' Mayra shouted in realization, grinning wide-eyed as she leaned forward and held both her arms behind her. 'YOU'RE NOT GETTING AHEAD OF ME!' she shouted, before bursting fire from both hands and rocketting down the slope, melting the snow as she went in a straight line.

'Heh, can't make them think they get ahead of me when it comes to speed in my own element…!' Victoria boasted, and dove downwards, freezing the snow in front of her so it became smoother and lost basically all friction, allowing her to glide down at ludicrous speeds… which she could all the way until she was about to pass Mayra, who proceeded to shoot fire at her to prevent her from coming down first. Victoria, of course, replied by duplicating into numerous skiers and throwing ice in return, resulting in a battle of ice and fire heading down the ski-slope.

'Geesh, you guys…' Jelena sighed at them. She then took a deep breath, before setting up on a leisure skiing trip down the slope. She knew she couldn't compete with the speed of her students, so she may as well simply enjoy this unique chance to do some happy skiing again. For once, she could just enjoy herself, taking in some speed as she enjoyed her time on the slope. This was what skiing was all about. Yupp. Giant metal arms and all.

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'Oooh, I've missed this,' Deni sighed out, smiling as she looked down the slope.

'There hasn't been a lot of time for this as Magical Girls, huh,' Eli chuckled. The two were wearing a pair of matching snowboards under their suitable ski-jackets that they'd equipped for this purpose.

'Well, I'm done waiting! Let's go!' Deni said, giggling as she nudged her legs so as to point the tip downwards, starting to accelerate.

'Right behind you,' Eli said, pulling herself to follow right behind.

And so, they were off. Having once upon a time been a single girl with two personalities, they both somehow had the same muscle-memory, and as such two precisely as skilled girls headed down the slope, smiling and laughing as they intentionally went close to one another, and used their Magical Girl athleticism for some fancy tricks and jumps just because, and headed down for fun.

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Somewhere else, a blonde girl and a spider-girl were taking a girl sledding. They were having a lot of fun.

[User]
"O-Oh?!"

Lily visibly exclaimed upon feeling Alex' tails wrap around her on the sled, securing her in place. While she did expect him to use his magic to improve the sled, the improvised seatbelt was not included among them. She smiled widely with a blush.

"Thank you, Alex. You're so considerate~ Now make sure Justine gets fluffy tails too."
Justine nodded to Alex' note about the sled, very hesitant in her expression.
"He's right, I'll just be in the way-"

"Dan, can you extend our sled a bit?"

"Sure thing!" The dolphin answered immediately, and with a bolt of magic the sled turned longer to accommodate Justine and an Alex clone. Justine looked like she was about to protest, but ten sighed with an uneasy smile, and stepped in, allowing Alex' clone to secure her as well.
"I hope I won't regret this..."

Dan waved a red flag, signaling the start of the race. As soon as it did, all the racers were off, including Lily's group.

"Alright, let's see how fast we can get! Accel Gear!"
Lily yelled out as she cast her spell, infusing the sled with a combination of of Time and Lightning magic, magnetizing its bottom and ridding it of traction, while accelerating the momentum of the sled to immense speed. Like a rocket, the sled practically blasted off, causing a lurching feeling Alex has gotten used to but Justine visibly irked at as they were off.

The sled easily passed the other racers, but soon got into trouble with the first turn.
Lily leaned to the side, trusting in Alex' tails to keep her on board as the sled managed to alter its momentum. However, the next turn was coming too close for her to turn in time. They were speeding right towards a rock.

"Uh oh, we're gonna crash!"

"Rgh...Hold on!"

Justine spread her wings as she lifted the sled, and managed to hop over the rock, landing back on the course as it turned back.

"There...We're still on track!"

Lily gave a thumbs up.

"Thanks Justine! But wow, this is so exciting! Did you see those two? They totally made the course super hard! It's gonna be a bumpy ride, whoo!!"

She continued commandeering their hazardous vessel through the magical race, having reached second place so far. Mariette got a headstart, soon overtaken by Mayra and Victoria as the two began a battle mid-race, damaging the slope with melted puddles and jagged ice, making it difficult even for a seasoned racer and slowing them down. Jelena was behind, following Mayra and Victoria. Deni and Eli were the last ones in the race at first, but were steady as they performed synchronic skiing, easily passing any obstacles in their way and passing the squabbling girls.

---

Meanwhile, Dan himself had crossed his arms as he looked over to MDP, shaking his head with a heavy sigh as Penny walked off without apologizing.
"Magical Dream Princess, what Oros did was bad, but it doesn't justify the use of violence. You are magical girls, so you can talk it out without resorting to punching each other. You also need to learn to stand up for yourself. There's nothing more cool than being hugged by someone you like, but if another magical girl tries to kiss or touch you in a place or in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable, that's no good! It's your body! No one has the right to touch you if you don't want them to! So, what do you do? First, you say, "No!", then, you get out of there! Most importantly, you've gotta tell someone you trust, like a magical girl friend, or your Patron!"

He grimaced as Oros accused him. "Hey, I do care! You're the one who needs to care more!" He then grunted, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. "But you apologized properly, so as promised, I'll end the spell on you." He snapped his fingers, and the clown nose disappeared. "But next time I won't be so forgiving. Also, you are hereby forbidden from coming within two meters of Magical Dream Princess." Oros now saw how a blue line only she could see was now drawn to the ground around MDP. "It will repel you if you attempt to approach her. Now, I hope you will behave from now. Goodbye." And with that, he disappeared in a puff of smoke.


[System]
(For best results, read everything else before the bio first :P If you read where I got my app from, I changed her takeover semblance from "Dragon" to "Fallen Angel". It was the closest I could get to what I wanted XD)
Gender: Female
Colour: Violet
Symbol:

Race: Human
Normal Appearance

Appearance When 'Possessed'

Status: Student
Age: 17

Bio: Before anything, Vivianne is a Shrine Maiden. She always has and, from her perspective, always will be. A tender to the god's temples, Vivianne grew up a shrine maiden, and has devoted her life to the service. Ever since she was young she has been fond of the priestesses and their ability to bless those around them with their power, hence why Vivianne has always wanted to become one, too.

However, there's a sharp contrast between desire and truth...

She was always mature for her age, or so people tell her, and even now she upholds the position of upperclassman with a level of maturity that far outranks even some of the current hunters and huntresses. Perhaps this was the reason she did so well in both her studies as a shrine maiden and as a student at Beacon academy. Regardless, Vivianne lived a peaceful life as a shrine maiden in-the-making with her family, up until her twelfth birthday, where Durandal was passed down to her. At first the blade scared her, and to this day it still does at times, however she learnt to better control it -- to tame it -- over the course of the next few years. Her mother and father trained her in its use, so Vivianne could continue the legacy of the family and it's sacred weapon.

Everything was going well for the next few years, up until she reached her fifteenth birthday: the day she was old enough to attempt to evoke her semblance. Unfortunately for Vivianne, this would soon become the worst birthday of her life. So much so she would curse herself out for years to come because of it.

It was the third of June - a day usually accompanied with happiness and cheer was soon enveloped in depression and grief ever since she lost control of her semblance three years ago. The Gaia family, also known for handing down the great blade Durandal, were also known for their skilled works as hunters and huntresses, namely due to their impressive semblances. Why were they so impressive? Because all of their semblance were living creatures.

Of course, each member of the family would be granted a different animal, though they wouldn't always awaken to it thanks to favouring other lifestyles. However, Vivianne was "gifted" with possibly the strongest semblance in the family: the Fallen Angel. At first things were going well, but once the Fallen Angel took over, there was no stopping the destruction and pure carnage that ensued. Vivianne had lost control, and during that brief time, the shrines had been destroyed, and her family... killed.

Upon her recovery, she had people she once knew as friends calling her out as a demon, and her right to become a shrine maiden had been revoked. Fearing that they may even kill her, Vivianne fled and wandered the streets of the city for a whole year, often going for long periods of time fasting and not eating simply because she couldn't get anything edible. It was here, on the streets, that she came across a semblance suppressant drug - the key to locking away all her problems. Of course, she brought a great number of them (though it certainly wasn't cheap - she had to pull a few favours that she wasn't proud of), and took the drug in healthy amounts, though there were some terrible side effects...

Towards the end of the year, Vivianne was about ready to die until she was found by a hunter of Beacon Academy. He took her there and allowed her to recover her strength. The hunter questioned Vivianne about her blade, Durandal, and she replied that it was something handed down to her in hopes she could become a huntress. He then asked her if she actually wanted to become a huntress, and Vivianne told him it was all she had, now. And so, at the beginning of term, she took the test to see if she was capable of becoming a huntress.

Needless to say, she failed pretty hard. She wasn't an excellent fighter back then, and wasn't all that smart in the subject of being a huntress. Thankfully, the hunter took her under his wing and she began to train...

Her mature attitude, strong will and determination made learning a synch. In fact, in half a year, the hunter had already given her some of the more advanced stuff in what would've been her year group, and she was doing pretty damn good. Her physical abilities had also improved a lot, although she didn't look it. So, now halfway through the first year, Vivianne took the test again...

... and absolutely aced it. She received top marks in the academic tests and her athletic abilities were just as good. And so, Vivianne was finally accepted into Beacon.

Now beginning her first year at Beacon Academy, Vivianne hopes to become the best she can be, in an effort to escape from her past. The question is, how long will that last?

Weapon: Durandal - a sacred blade passed down the generations and modified to fit today's weapons, Durandal is a powerful blade that excels in what it does. That is, destroying things. The polar opposite to Vivianne, this blade is destructive and violent on a tremendous level. Transforming it turns the blade into an anti-tank rifle capable of piercing just about everything. The downside of this weapon is that it's extremely hard to control, like it has a mind of its own, as Vivianne put it, and it's second form is incredibly hard to find ammunition for, hence it gets sparse use.
It looks a little something like this, but as a two-handed greatsword:

Semblance/Special Ability: Balance Break - an ability of dangerous power that Vivianne has sealed away within herself. She wishes nothing more to do with this power and has vowed to herself to never use it. What it does is it overwhelms the user's limitations in return for their senses, as they allow a creature to take over their body. Vivianne's is a Fallen Angel. They're capable of becoming stronger than even the greatest of grimm, but the user loses all control in the process, hence why Vivianne has devoted all her time to self-control ever since "the incident". She has taken action to suppress this power by whatever means necessary.

Equipment: Durandal, x5 Mega Dust Rounds, shrine maiden clothing, semblance suppressants, magenta pendant

[User]
@Delta44@DiZL ReloadeD
West listened to all of his teamates words, even Vivianne as she described her weapon to the others. He thought to himself as Vivianne explained her scores. Wow, she's skilled. I got high eighties on all my scores, so I guess I have some more agility than she does, but I still have a lot to improve.

Seth had just gotten very excited over something himself. Evidently he had positions for everyone in a band he wanted. "Well that's an interesting line-up. It's convenient because I can actually play Bass." West was happy the team was getting along well. This would definitely help in the coming years, and they could get top grades if they could work together.

[Assistant]
Most of the time Celia remained quiet, listening to the others while she sat on her bed. However she was rather surprised when she heard about Viviannes scores. As Vivianne mentioned that she doesn't have a semblance, Celia wanted to say something but Vivianne immediately continued. It seemed like she didn't want to talk about it and Celia had to respect that. Next was Seths turn who gave out roles like in a band. He pointed at her last and said "Drummer". Celia was a bit confused at first, "Eh, Drummer? I~ think it doesn't really matter".

"Well I guess its my turn now eh?" she jumped off her bed and walked in the middle of the room. She quickly drew her revolvers and said "These are my weapons, I call them Crimson melody. They are a pair of dust revolvers which have a good penetration and manstopping power. Although its nothing compared to the armor piercing guns you two have, but I prefer light equipement for more mobility. Just like your weapons mine also has another form or rather 3. First is the transportation mode. Second is the revolver mode. Third Dagger moder and last but not least is Sword mode which can also be connected to create a double vouldge, but i rarely use that one." She holstered her revolvers as she was done. "Thats about it."

[User]
The doors thundered closed followed by an elegant and firm footsteps of a young man exiting the hall marked 'Conference Room'. It was yet another fallout and conflict of interests that quickly assassinated the entire negotiations between him and Weiss. A quick slip to his pocket was followed by quick typing of a message to 'Command';

"Negotiations have failed yet again. I will return and discuss about our next move.

- V"

Lights flashed between the checkered windows decorated by displays of intricate Dust filled antiques and machinery, coldly accompanying his slightly-paced stroll towards the elevator. He was no stranger there. "Failed again? I mean I won't blame you. Not many people care about stuff like that. Besides, if we were to keep up with competitors, we need to continue producing high-quality Dust..." The scientist went on upon his reasons, moving from objective reasons to personal until he reached the elevator room. "... and I'm sure those reasons are enough to keep an old man like myself to have to put up with this. I believe that your plan can cause great change, but I just can't see that happening."

"I do not have much time to consider the reasons that you've given. It is still an apparent threat that would cause huge repercussions in the future." The young man enters the elevator and pushes the 'H' button. "You will not see me again."

The elevator ride was a quiet and serene one. The jazzy elevator music soothed his slightly sunkissed skin with a cool aura of calmness.

Ding!

The elevator doors open, the rushing winds quickly filled the innate atmosphere of the elevator with raging gusts and the young man's hazel hair uncontrollably flair. "Commander Varian Willsworth, sir!" A man dressed in army fatigues and bulletproof vest saluted him and escorted his passage to the helicopter. "I hope your negotiations bore fruit, sir?" The young man leered his gaze dreadfully.

"No, it did not. Take us back to Command-- we will need a new plan." The soldier slid the door open, revealing another younger faunus woman inside whose cherry blossom appearance never failed to appease him. Her arms crossed, almost cradling her own weight in her arms as she sits on the leathery seat of the helo. "Back already from Beacon?" He said-- almost impressed. The other soldier entered and sat diagonal from Varian and signalled the pilot to fly. Varian put on his headset as the engine's whirr continued to roar.

[Assistant]
"Well, I felt you might've needed me, so I was quick."

The red-haired Faunus spoke as her close... boss put on one of the headsets within their transport and took a seat himself. "You do need me, after all... Right?" She would be slightly worried if there would ever be a time where she had no use to the man she admires. Their interactions as a team in the academy in which their little group attended had made the group quite familiar with one-another; the pink Faunus and her leader especially.

As the helo began to ascend -- rather quickly, mind you, having already being spooled up -- our red-haired friend gently grazes her hand along the belt in which she has strapped herself into. For a phoenix-human halfbreed with wings of flame, the young woman was still rather troubled with flying. A unique trait among phoenix Faunus, though it's not like her fiery wings could lift her into the air anyways, what with them being fire and all. She was just thankful they could be hidden against her back, and generally didn't burn everything they touched. Generally...

She lifts her gaze, having found herself staring at the seat in which she sat, dragged back to the real world by the clicking of fingers. "Oh, sorry, I zoned out. Which reminds me, you still haven't informed me on just what it is we're doing. And before you say 'there's a time and place for everything', I got sick of that excuse ages ago. C'mon, it's almost like you don't trust me or something..." Though she looks as though she were going to sulk, she would be fine. Often the lady would have moments where she would revert to her childish side, such as this, though mostly she was obedient and attentive. That's just who she was;

... That's who Jaeger Minamotto is.

---

Seth continued to irritate her somehow. Vivianne couldn't quite place what it was, but this boy was just... so starkly different to herself. Someone who wouldn't even take their introductions seriously was bound to be problematic, though she was far too fatigued for now to deal with it. Also, it would be... unkind to have someone change themselves just to better suit her personal tastes...

'Well, he could change a little...'

She couldn't have these thoughts torment her, so she listens to Celia's introduction to distract herself from her own mind. To her, Celia seemed... quiet, despite her getup. Perhaps it was due to not talking as long as she had, but there was something about their new leader that seemed off somehow. Perhaps it was Vivianne's closed mindset, but she didn't seem leader material in her eyes. At least, not yet, anyways. Everything had a chance to grow and change, after all, including the guitarist whom had designated her lead singer for what she could only assume would be a band consisting of them four. Though, Vivianne wasn't even quite sure what a band was. All she knew was that it probably wasn't good.

"It appears introductions are out of the way." She spoke after Celia, looking among her comrades as she continues. "I believe the initiation trial and classes start tomorrow. They'll likely let us tour the camp grounds or grow accustomed to Vale for the time being. Or lounge around in our rooms. In which case, I could really go for some food right about now. If anyone wishes to accompany me to the cafeteria, you're more than welcome."


[System]
gender: male
godly parents: Aisoyimstan, Mahina
sphere of control: Cold, Darkness, Moon
personality: Landon's powers are very powerful, but unfortunately unreliable for himself. Having such an expanse of powers that couldn't be used for himself have put him in a confusing position. He would use his powers to help himself and others as he sees fit, but due to his mother they tend to only want to respond to others needs of them. Feeling like he was destined to be used and controlled has given him a bitterness against everyone, but as fighting them is completely useless he tends to just go along with the flow. He is very smart and wise, but often dark in his thoughts as he cares for no one. He can still be jovial and witty once he opens up, but that's just him suppressing his bitterness.
sacred animal: Walrus
powers: Landon has very strong control and manipulation of both cold/ice and shadows/darkness. Unfortunately the full strength of these powers can only be brought out at other's request. Few know this and Landon doesn't like to tell anyone feeling he'll just be a tool for their use afterwards.
weapon(s): Landon often uses his prosthetic as a shield and weapon and his arm as the manipulator of magic. He now wields Freya's Runic sword with his arm, as it greatly amplifies his magic powers.
History:
Landon is currently twenty-seven, and grew up with a foster family in Washington. He found out about his powers at a young age and tried training them on his own. Not having anything to compare his powers with, he was content with the growth in his powers. That is until he met a demi-god that threatened his siblings on the way home from school. He realized he was still very weak as he couldn't do anything to save his brother, but he found a surge in power as his sister cried for help from him. He tore the man apart and saved his sister with his new found power. Afterwards he tried to find that same power and became frustrated as he found he couldn't. One day he met his wandering father by chance and learned of what his mother did to him. Having lost her love, she "cursed" him with the need to help others, stunting his powers until someone unlocks them.

His time with the Merged was a massive growth experience in godhood. He learned a lot about his powers and their capabilities. He also learned a lot about the other gods and how they thought and acted. His character began to change as well. He lost his connection to the humans and the current world they were in. Normally he would have felt sad at their extinction, but now he was beyond all that. He decided to partake in making of a new race with the other gods. He moved to the north and created his people to comfortably survive the harsh regions. The role of a god was becoming him. He could tell that it was happening to himself as well. He tried to keep himself humble, by interacting with his people often. They were good at problem solving and thinking, and Landon was finding it easier and easier to solve all his problems with powers. He enjoyed thinking with them, helping them solve their troubles with new discoveries and teaching them some of the basics of tools and weaponry that he knew previously. He found he had stopped aging apparently as well. After several years and no changes in his appearance he found that this was what he would look like. A few years later he even found he could slightly change the look of his age. He could take the appearance of a fresh twenty year old, all the way to that of a eighty year old man. He most often kept his looks in his state where he met the merged and how most knew of him. His physical appearance would never be the same as when he first met them though. He lost his right arm in the battle against Zeltrax. He was able to keep a prosthetic very easily, but sometimes he embraced only having one arm as who he was.
other:

Appearance: The Tari are very humanoid. They have purplish grey skin, that could range from a solid grey to more rarely a vibrant purple, and primarily white fur. They have horns that begin just above their foreheads and run close to the skull and curve down behind their ears. They have long pointed ears, that protrude from their thick fur. They have hair that begins at the elbows and knees and gets longer as it approches their hands and feet. They have claws on their hands and feet as well. The males hair tends to stay shorter, but grows aound the jawline and mouth as well. Females have no facial hair, but their hair grows longer and fuller. Females also have fur covering their breasts and groins, whereas males just have fur covering their groins. The Tari don't wear clothes, but may wear jewelry/adornments.
I couldn't find any pictures that matched what I had in mind, but these might help a bit with visualization.

Name of Civilization: Tari
Leadership Style: Tribal/Republic, Male dominant.
Powers of race: Immune to cold. A little stronger than humans. Much stronger lungs and respiratory system. They have the ability to use echolocation. Just as intelligent as humans, but obviously young in their technology. Their advancements will be appropriate and up to date with the age, sometimes leading the technology race. They can handle most heat, but start to overheat near 40
o
C. Humidity helps prevent this and dry heat worsens the condition.
Unique traits: Their fur will begin to darken after a few months in the warmth, and after a few years a Tari would have a pelt of black fur with a blue sheen. Their skin doesn't change color.
God or Goddess: Primarily Landon/ all gods as their sphere of control shows necesity.
Other:
They are quick to accept other races ways and technology. They have even been seen taking lessons from captured Nej in the arts of war. They try to get the most out of everything and capitalize on all their resources. Hard work is greatly rewarded in the society and the lazy are commonly looked down on.

[User] "The rules of this world are no longer set in stone." As the Neja began their attacks, The Dragon's Human face appeared in the sky, speaking with a resounding fury. "We are no longer ruled by the old laws of non-interference. You know what that means!" Suddenly, the Earth began to open up and swallow the Neja, who were attacking the food supplies of the people. The farms were razed, but the food supply was large, every house had a large food stuff supply. The Dragon, however, cast the spell, the Earth began to swallow the invaders while the Humans defended themselves with their advanced weapons. "The Neja will be decimated. . . your homeland will now experience this spell I have cast, pray I do not destroy you further".

[Assistant]
Dejor saw what had happened to 200 of his race. This god dare take out his own kind in his own territory! There would be consequences later. However one other god also noticed this. Flemmings was not pleased with what he saw. Defending themselves was fine. But using godly powers within another territory could not be overlooked. Flemmings himself was still trying to make a set of rules for this new land after all.

As the Neja were attacked they were able to take down atleast 20 humans with them. Not alot, but it was something. Dejor after this point ordered a retreat of all that was left which was only 50.

Within moments a portal opened behind the Dragon within it's domain. "I can understand defending your kind, but attacking them within their own territory will have to pay consequences. You will have a trial for those actions within 1 week. Be prepared and meet us in the nexus then." Flemmings said before leaving. Rataoskr at this point was set into action. There would be a trial very soon for the Dragon to determine a suitable punishment for the actions of what he did.

Sheo was pleased with his trade. Within a moment though the Bead seemed to implode on itself harmlessly. It would hurt no one just implode. "You guys are fun! Who want's to have a party!" Sheogorath said with a smile on his face. He was in a good mood, and Haskill was only there to make sure he didn't get out control. Towards the end of the day Sheogorath had gotten the whole town into a party. There was music and drinking everywhere. Sheogorath had also been summoning rabbits and sweet rolls everywhere. Though the entire time he had been trying to summon Deadric because he believed them to be great at partying.

[User]
Xoxi hops out of the carriage, staring right at a demolished bridge towards Britain. The only way in is through some very skilled free running, and even then the support of it all looks like it could fall at any single moment. The land around it looks completely ruined. No signs of any plantoids around.

"Here you are, lady. I best be outta here before trouble shows up."

"Alright..."

As the carriage driver hauls out of there, Xoxi rethinks everything around her. The bridge is close to uncrossable, and going sideways is also not an option, so there was only one logical answer...

Screaming at an ocean.

Britain is an island after all. There's water surrounding it entirely except for the Ireland part of it, which is also surrounded by water. If it doesn't work the bridge is a really dumb yet somewhat smart idea. The bridge breaks, enemies can't get onto Britain. It stays up, Xoxi has a way off the island.

Xoxi climbed down a cliff, onto the shoreline, and faced the ocean. This was an abysmally dumb idea, she thought, but it was all she had to go on.

"HEY! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? PRETTY SURE THIS ISN'T GOING TO WORK BUT IF IT DOES GIVE ME A SIGN OR SOMETHING!"

With an odd stroke of luck, a boat surfaces out of the water.

There's no explanation to it, the boat just appeared out of the water for no reason.

"...cool beans."

Xoxi climbs in the boat and starts rowing it towards Ireland.

[Assistant] It was Phoenix, Arizona. There were two thousand Humans, the last remaining survivors of the Human race, neighboring each other in the area. Phoenix was no longer, however, an arid desert area. . . rivers around Arizona gave life to the place, no longer was it a large desert, to reiterate, it was a forested paradise, a land more reminiscent of Medieval England's luscious nature than what the place was thirty years ago. Of course, Phoenix alone had millions of people. Now, there were two small nations in Arizona holding two thousand inhabitants. All that was left of Humanity. The Dragon, however, had successfully given all Humans genetic reinforcement through his vaccines, vaccines, for lack of a better word, that had restored Human genetic material to everyone as if the Human race had returned to the days of Adam and Eve. Arkannyn watched with disdain at the events unfolding. The Dragon, one of the greatest guardians of the Human race other than himself, under trial? This is dire, dreadful, and horrible.

[User]
During this party, Claire, Yuki, and Miriam joined in. Claire and Yuki really just came to be the "Party Moms" that would attempt to keep things from going too far. Miriam, on the other hand was hosting a bunch of large-scale games, and partaking in drinks. Not that any of it worked that well, considering she had taken in hardcore drinking games in the past with Claire, Yuki, and a bunch of humans at some other parties. The humans only took a around an hour to pass out, but it took the goddesses days to get drunk. They had to move it to one of their own realms it took so long. Still, they were a good way to liven up parties, and rabbit racing was a fun gambling game.

In any case, Yuki was showing off her moves, trying to get the Duskicians to move with her. They did, but she felt that they needed a bit of work. For now, though, she face the challenge of dancing while juggling a bunch of child Duskicians. A small challenge, but one that she still considered something she had to be careful doing. Claire would've joined in, but she felt the excess energy of a big summoning spell attempt. bigger than the ones with the rabbits and sweet rolls.

Of course, it was coming from Sheogorath. Claire, walked up to the other-worldly deity, and said,

"You better not be trying to do anything big without telling me, Mice-food. I'd be really pissed if that was the case."

[Assistant]
After a strenuous day or so of rowing a boat, Xoxi finally lands on the shore of Ireland, oddly surprised that what looks like buildings seem to be mainly intact, aside from wear-and-tear damage. The shoreline was below a cliffside, and had several small caves within the rocky surface of the wall. There seemed to be a small otherworldly force emanating from a cave on this cliff side. Dumbly enough, a few small creatures seem to be roaming around in the sandy terrain.

"Well, this is Ireland. Home to potatoes, alcohol, and man skirts... well used to be anyway."

Xoxi, walking along the shoreline, recalls stuff that occurred before the world went to garbage. The last conversation with her mother rung through her head, speaking that she was destined for something.

"Daughter. I've seen the ways the moon passes through it's phases, and they have revealed to me something. You are destined. Destined to start something great."

"Destined for what though?"

"I cannot reveal this, it wou-"

"Wow thanks mom, you're really helpful."

"Xoxi you do not understand, the way the moon ali-"

"'The way the moon aligns is the only way your fate will be revealed' yeah yeah you told me this a long time ago, it was when you said bad times would come to my mentor and the next following week he was found lynched in a barbarian village."

"...alright. Well... I must go."

"Bye mom, see you whenever you give a crap about the Earth."

As she slowly came back to reality, she realized she was quite a long distance away from the boat she arrived on Ireland with, and night was beginning to fall.

"Time to set up a camp, plan out for the future, I guess."

[User]
Landon was glad to see Cia was ok. She still had some slight scars on her arm, but at least she seemed to have recovered from having destroyed the world and all. It would have been hard for anyone, and her reaction was justified to Landon. He saw her trying to get up with wobbling legs. He stepped over to help her as she fell into his arm. He had to hold onto her rather tight to hold her up with only one arm. "We missed you too. I'm glad you're back as well." He was happy to just hold her there in the Nexus.

The Tari we're doing well for themselves in the world. They were very adventurous and quick to learn from their and other's mistakes. They were beginning to interact with the other species as well. It didn't seem like many other races were able to handle the cold North for very long. Some of the races were nice and willing to work with the Tari. They started to trade technology and resources when they could. The races were very spread out for now and travel between them was long and hard. Several of the races were rather violent as well. Just desiring nothing but war. The Tari tried interacting with them, with little or no success.


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9" tall, Tiral has a fairly average build for his age, which is kind of strange considering how he's perpetually surrounded by the other Iron Rose Knights who seem to be much sturdier than he. His light brown hair is cut short, but has found a way of remaining a shaggy mess that barely avoids his eyes, even while he is wearing armor. More often than not, though, Tiral opts to avoid the usage of any large plate armor or metal armor, instead only wearing stronger equipment over his vitals and leaving the rest under regular leather garb. His sword will often times be sheathed at his side, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Personality: Tiral is... Actually fairly deliberate for a knight, if not somewhat bored by the peace of everyday life. His journeys at a young age meant he was already able to experience life in the real world, and since then the dusty old libraries that the mages hold in such high regard have been... Well, fairly dull. This doesn't mean that he isn't devoted to his work, but rather that he does not wish to learn anything unless he finds it interesting. Even so, his patience when it comes to such things is unparalleled. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can slap some ice onto people's mouths when he's trying to focus. That too.

Brief Backstory: Having been orphaned a young age due to an illness that wiped out the rest of his village, Tiral was taken in by a priestess of Mayon who was moving with a group of travelers to bring aid to those in need. Though he was never explicitly religious, he greatly appreciated the efforts put forth to save his life, even then. As he grew up alongside these people, the priestess soon found that Tiral had an aptitude for magic. With a recommendation from her (and the goading of those around her), Tiral went off to the capital to further his studies of magic. Sadly, the monotonous life of a studying magician was not quite what the then-young boy had expected of magic.

It was then that he heard of the Iron Rose Knights, whose feats were oft recorded in the books he was forced to pore over. Deciding that the life of a knight was much more entertaining than the life of a magical scholar, Tiral packed up his things once more and went to join the order. Learning the sword came about as easily as magic did to him, but the combination of the two (and his somewhat strange insistence on learning both at once) made him particularly noteworthy among that year's recruits. Since then, Tiral has been honing his abilities, both magical and physical.

Equipment: Other than his rather 'unique' set of armor, Tiral wields a shortsword and a small ceremonial dagger. While the sword is standard-issue, the dagger is mainly used as a catalyst for some of Tiral's larger spells. It may be used as a glorified kitchen knife, but he'd probably never stand for that. More often than not, this dagger is tucked away in his shirt or under his breastplate, but it never leaves his person.

Skills: Contrary to many of his peers, Tiral has chosen not to solely specialize in the way of the blade; rather than just being proficient with his shortsword, Tiral is also proficient in the usage of magic in combat. This magic, focusing mainly on the manipulation on water and ice, has become particularly noteworthy for those who are particularly religious. He, quite frankly, just sees it as sort of a coincidence; his specialty being water does not mean that anything was pre-ordained by the gods.
Probably.

[User]
"Teller"
Anton Duboi

Anton ran into the camp on the heels of the knights and aided their forceful push into the center of the camp. Those that were struck with an arrow or crossbow were quickly hauled aside, the projectiles yanked from their wounds, and a bit of healing salve was applied via syringe. Small wounds healed with little effort and saved valuable time. No sooner had one man been aided than seemingly another fell to the ground. But his place was to aid the fallen and aid them he did. The push was solid and the momentum seemingly unstoppable until the group had hit the 'king' chair. Anton had stayed behind momentarily to give what aid he could, trusting the group to handle one man and whatever resistance still stood in the orders way.

Teller gave a knight who had taken a bad cut to the chest a sedative and deftly sewed the wound shut amidst the chaos, his hands slippery with blood but more than capable of finishing the task one stitch at a time. Satisfied, another soldier helped the wounded to escape the confines of the seemingly burning bandit base. It was only when Teller got to the front lines of the fight that he realized something was amiss.
An armored knight in solid plate had been cleaved in half like paper in front of the captain. The beast of a king, Jeremiah, unphased by the numbers against him. A cold shudder spread down the doctors spine but he stubbornly refused to let it go. He was needed.

Anton rushed up the hill as fast as his legs could carry him to get a better vantage. The beastly man, Sir Garett, was trying to force the behemoth of an opponent back while another fighter extracted Fanilly. There wasn't much time and Teller was running out of options. Adrenaline would keep Garett in the fight for so long and there was no time to administer any kind of aid. The doctors sword and likely his spine would be cleaved well in half if he got close.
Last ditch effort.
Anton reached into his pocket and pulled out a quarrel with the numbing solution and loaded it into his hand crossbow. It was a risk, but it was one he needed to take for the good of the order. Those who felt no pain fought on well after their bodies could not continue. Teller aimed his crossbow and fired, the bolt sailing true and straight to collide with the back of his arm in a shallow hit. The crossbow was not effective at piercing, even at close distance, but at this point it just needed to apply its package. If Garett survived and remembered, Teller would apologize to him.

With a bit of luck, and the luck of the gods, the barbarian would only notice his fury and focus beyond his pain. The numbness of the sedation would not slow him down or cause a drowsy effect, as his toxin would.

[Assistant]
There came a point where Tyaethe's charge was brought to a grinding halt, though not because of the quality of her opposition. Only noticing their startled eyes gave her enough warning to move out of the way before the immense trunk came down to her left, flattening unfortunate bandits as well as cutting the camp in two. The knight started moving forward and looked around for the other flanks, reckoning that there couldn't be that much ground between her and them.

The captain wasn't with hers. It was unthinkable that she had stayed back and allowed the others to fight after that display earlier, so where could she be? It wasn't a hard question to answer for the paladin: once again, she had run ahead of the other knights. This could only mean that she was on the other side of the flaming tree trunk... cut off from Tiral's detachment by the bandits still on that side of the camp.

She wasn't losing another captain so quickly. Not now and, after this, Fanilly wasn't going to go into a fight without her again. The captain had no luck at all.

This left the no small matter of being separated by quite a sprint and a burning tree barely thinner than she was tall. Going around would take too long and jumping it was out of the question, unless... quickly, the undead dropped her shield--she could come back for it later--and rammed her sword halfway up the log. Not caring about the danger, Tyaethe used the sword as a stepping stone to actually stand amidst the flames.

She wasted more precious seconds getting the sword out again and then ran. There weren't going to be any obstacles on a log this size that she couldn't see coming and the chance of being set on fire and burning to death was remarkably low. Oh, the metal would start to sear soon and the padding beneath would inevitably catch alight if she took too long (as would today's red scarf) but pain never stopped her. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late.

One sentence caught her attention as she ran towards the centre of the fighting and as she came to a halt amidst the flames, despite the very real risk that the captain was in--or worse, dead, Tyaethe couldn't help but be actually excited. "Three hundred men? For an amateur, this might be fun."

(Timing-wise, this ends somewhere in Vita's next post. Or at the end of it.)

[User]
Iowerth Rhydderch

No battle plan ever survives contact with the enemy. That said, with good discipline and order one could maneuver their forces so that chaos was never the end result of a clash. Today though? Today was a clusterfuck of epic proportions, whether because they underestimated their enemy, or did not plan their assault properly. Likely, it was a combination of both.

When the great tree fell, and Tyaethe wasted no time in abandoning her position to help the captain, it left Iolyn in a terrible position. The captain was in danger. Bandits, while disorganized and weak, were still in front of their position, and there were now crossbowmen emerging from behind. Fanilly's life was the most important one on the battlefield, but Iolyn quickly gave up on going to assist her. If this moon-selection ritual the knights participated in had any merit she would live, especially with the undead juggernaut's help. If it didn't...

"Shields cover the rear! Block those crossbows! Sir Bors, Sir Gawain, sweep those bandits away! With haste!"

The two knights would be up against more than half a dozen bandits, but with their huge size and greatswords Iolyn hoped that the men would break rather than staying to fight with their superior numbers. The shield-bearing knights barely had time to get into position before the first volley of bolts slammed into them, eliciting shouts of pain as some met their marks. Yanking free his crossbow, Iolyn quickly took aim for the one who looked to be shouting orders and fired the bolt meant for Bandit King Jeremiah. Fanilly's life was important, but he needed to protect his men too. In the end, he chose them.

"Charge!"

In one motion, he and his men swept forward towards the crossbows, trying to close the distance before they reloaded. Iolyn threw aside his crossbow and let out a battlecry as he surged forward, burying his sword to the hilt as he crashed into one of the ambushers, quickly yanking the blade free as the man crashed to the ground in shock. As one of the crossbowmen drew his sword Iolyn slashed out, severing the man's arm at the elbow, and then quickly felling him with a follow up strike. Around him, his men were finding similar results, and the ambushers began to break, fleeing into the woods. Iolyn let them.

Turning around, he noticed Bors and Gawain hard pressed, their charge failed. With a curse, he wheeled about again and surged forward once more, leaving his men to finish cleaning up the stragglers and holding the flanks. Who knew just how many more would emerge from the woods? There was never enough time to think in a melee. With another shout he drove his sword into a cunning bandit who had maneuvered his was around Sir Gawain and took up a position between the two knights, panting heavily. Around him, more bandits were starting to file in and form a ring around them, no longer having to worry about the undead behemoth or the main body of troops from their flank.

The position was untenable.

"There's too many, break through!"

The three men charged.

[Assistant]
Tiral sucked in a deep breath as he finished recovering enough; at least, for the moment. In retrospect, using such a spell over that sort of distance was a bit... Stupid... But at the same time, his men had managed to break through the barricades without a hitch, so all was well in the end. Every second they would have spent breaking it down was another that the enemy could have used to prepare, and that wouldn't have been... Well, optimal, to say the least.

Granted, they probably would've died all the same, but wounds took time to heal, and that would only have reduced their strength in combat in the future. So clearly, the most optimal option was that.
...
Right?

Before he could go analyze his actions any further, Tiral barely noticed an arrow whizzing by his face, barely missing his cheek and instead bouncing off one of the other knights' breastplates. Right, this was a battlefield; any time for such though could be put off until after the fight was over. Drawing his shortword, the mage noticed that a group of knights was already on their way to reinforce his flank, led by... Was that Dame Marianne? If he had recalled correctly, she had been with Sir Aethelmund...

Oh, so the reinforcements would have come whether he had blown his horn or not. A slightly bitter smile flashed across Tiral's face before he began to cut through a few of the bandits on his own. It wasn't as if their forces needed to be united, but there was no point in not regrouping while they had a chance.

"You'll pay for this!"

Tiral glared as he turned to his right, noticing a bandit that had been lurking in the bushes was now attempting to attack him. The mage quickly jumped backwards before the bandit swung again. With a wary glance around to confirm that there were no others attempting to attack him, Tiral ducked under the next stab the man attempted and, with a quick chant, held the extended arm in an icy cold grip.

"Stay here a while. Freeze!"

The bandit's arm was immediately coated with a layer of ice, which quickly traveled down to encapsulate the rest of his body down to his feet. With that problem solved, Tiral moved ahead, a few of the knights behind him grouping up as they noticed his direction.

At least, until the flaming tree was felled on the other side of the camp.

Tiral noticed a few of the more notable knights quickly rushing over in a panic, but given the distance from his current location and the fact that they still had a job to complete, he decided not to follow suit. If too many abandoned their jobs, after all, the mission might end in failure. There were other ways they could fail, true, but even so--!

"Dame Marianne!" he cried out, barely audible over the din of combat until he drew closer. "We should go and make sure no reinforcements interfere with the knights over near that fire! It would do no good to have anything in the way of whatever it is they're attempting to handle!"


[System]
Age: 14
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter:
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

He had won the title of Top Coordinator in the Hoenn Grand Festival, second place in the Hoenn League Conference and is now back in Kanto to take on the Battle Frontier as well as the Kanto Contest circuit.

[User]
It was Shiranui's turn to battle Brandon and after he took his place in the green corner, the battle was on.

"Solrock, I need your assistance!" Brandon called.
"Bakeru, I choose you!" Shiranui called. Brandon's Solrock and Shiranui's Mimikyu (Zoro in Illusion) made their appearances.

Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Mimikyu
? -2- ?
? -3- ?
? -4- ?
? -5- ?
? -6- ?

"Solrock, Zen Headbutt!" Brandon ordered.
"Bakeru, Dark Pulse!" Shiranui ordered. The disguised Zoroark converted his nasty thoughts into power and threw the orb-like cluster of dark rings at Solrock with a shadowy claw that protruded from underneath his rag. The attack struck home and the damage was a more than the amount expected from a perceived lack of a STAB boost. Solrock took heavy damage and with its body glowing with iridescence, charged at Zoro. Solrock scored a hit and Zoro feigned the loss of his "Disguise" while in reality, the attack was ineffective. Brandon, thinking (rightly so) that the "Mimikyu" was a Dark-type, switched tactics.
"Solrock, Stone Edge!"
"Bakeru, Night Daze!" Zoro put his Speed to work and conjured a dome of crimson dark energy that quickly rippled outwards, engulfing Solrock before it could ready its next attack. When the dark energy dissipated, Solrock was on the ground knocked out. "Solrock, return; Ninjask, I need your assistance!"
"Bakeru, return; Boukun, I choose you!" Brandon switched out his Solrock and sent his Ninjask out while Shiranui switched his disguised Zoroark for his Tyrantrum.

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Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Mimikyu
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
? -3- ?
? -4- ?
? -5- ?
? -6- ?

"Ninjask, X-Scissor!"
"Boukun, Head Smash!" Ninjask flitted in and gave Boukun an X-shaped slash with his claws and quickly retreated. When Boukun started charging, Ninjask flitted back and forth to try and dodge the Tyrantrum's attack. "On your 10!" Shiranui ordered and Boukun changed his course. As he had predicted, Ninjask flitted right into Boukun's path and took a full-force headbutt, getting knocked out from the hit. Boukun's Rock Head ability made him immune to recoil damage.
"Ninjask, return!" Brandon called back the downed Ninjask. "You got lucky with that hit," stated Brandon.
"Wrong, Brandon," Shiranui rebutted, "To beat a ninja, you have to think like a ninja and I am very good at that! Of course, Boukun here is a prehistoric juggernaut."
"Well, in that case, let's see if your Tyrantrum can handle this opponent," Brandon shot back, "Registeel, I need your assistance!"

---

Shiranui scanned the metallic golem. "Registeel, the Iron Pokémon. Registeel has a body that is harder than any kind of metal. Its body is apparently hollow. No one has any idea what this Pokémon eats."

Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Mimikyu
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
Registeel -3- ?
? -4- ?
? -5- ?
? -6- ?

"Registeel, Lock-On!"
"Boukun, Stealth Rock!" The Tyrantrum conjured some rocks and fired them into Brandon's side of the battlefield. Registeel's seven eyes glowed as the titan took aim.
"Registeel, Superpower!"
"Boukun, Earthquake!" Boukun gave the battlefield a sumo stomp and Registeel was shaken for a decent amount of damage. Registeel glowed with a cyan aura as the metallic titan charged in and backhanded Boukun for a bit more damage than the Tyrantrum dealt, suffering a drop in Attack and Defence.
"Registeel, Lock-On!"
"Boukun, Fire Fang!" Boukun charged in with his jaws on fire while Registeel's eyes glowed once more. The Tyrantrum delivered a strong bite that didn't dent Registeel's carapace, but the golem did feel the damage.
"Registeel, Zap Cannon!"
"Boukun, Protect!" Boukun stood his ground and conjured his protection shield while Registeel conjured a ball of electricity and fired it. The electricity struck the shield.
"Registeel, Superpower!"
"Boukun, Earthquake!" Boukun stomped the ground again and the tremors shook Registeel for more damage. Registeel, charged in and chopped Boukun on the snout, scoring a critical hit and dealing enough damage to knock the dinosaur king out. "Boukun, return; Yoto, I choose you!" Shiranui switched out his Tyrantrum and sent out his Aegislash.

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Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Mimikyu
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
Registeel -3- Aegislash
? -4- ?
? -5- ?
? -6- ?

"Registeel, use your Earthquake!"
"Yoto, Sacred Sword!" Yoto changed to his Blade Forme before his blade glowed a bright cyan. The Aegislash shot out and slashed Registeel for a coup de grâce. Registeel fell over with a mighty crash.
"Registeel, return; Dusknoir, I need your assistance!"
"Yoto, return; Bakeru, I choose you!" Brandon switched out his Registeel and sent in his Dusknoir, who took damage from the Stealth Rock. Yoto returned to his Shield Forme and settled to his spot on Shiranui's back while Shiranui sent out his Mimikyu (Zoro in Illusion) for another round.

---

Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Mimikyu
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
Registeel -3- Aegislash
Dusknoir -4- ?
? -5- ?
? -6- ?

"Dusknoir, Focus Blast!"
"Bakeru, Night Daze!" The disguised Zoroark conjured his crimson energy field and engulfed Dusknoir for major damage. Dusknoir conjured a ball of bright turquoise energy and threw it at Zoro. The attack struck home and in the ensuing explosion, Zoro lost his Illusion and in his true form, slowly got up.
"I had a feeling you used a Zoroark in this battle and now there it is," stated Brandon, "Dusknoir, Brick Break!"
"Zoro, Night Slash!" Zoro charged in and gave Dusknoir a Z-shaped Night Slash right where it hurt. Dusknoir barely survived the hit and in retaliation gave Zoro a karate chop that knocked the illusionist out. "Zoro, return; Yoto, I choose you!" Shiranui recalled his Zoroark and Yoto drew himself out from Shiranui's back for another round.

---

Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Zoroark
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
Registeel -3- Aegislash
Dusknoir -4- ?
? -5- ?
? -6- ?

"Dusknoir, Pain Split!"
"Yoto, Shadow Ball!" Yoto changed to his Blade Forme and conjured an orb of shadow energy in his non-shield cloth before throwing it at Dusknoir. Dusknoir dodged the attack and while glowing a nasty crimson colour, shared its pain with Yoto.
"Dusknoir, Trick Room!"
"Yoto, Shadow Ball once more!" Yoto conjured and threw another Shadow Ball at Dusknoir and this time, Dusknoir was hit for enough damage to knock it out.
"Dusknoir, return; Regice, I need your assistance!" Brandon switched out his Dusknoir and called out a second Legendary Titan, who got a lot of damage from the Stealth Rock.

---

Shiranui scanned the icy golem. "Regice, the Iceberg Pokémon. Regice cloaks itself with frigid air of –200°C. Things will freeze solid just by going near this Pokémon. Its icy body is so cold, it will not melt even if it is immersed in magma."

Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Zoroark
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
Registeel -3- Aegislash
Dusknoir -4- ?
Regice -5- ?
? -6- ?

"Regice, Blizzard!"
"Yoto, Sacred Sword!" Yoto shot out towards Regice with his blade glowing cyan and gave Regice a slash that Regice barely survived. Regice summoned a blizzard that was cold enough to condense nitrogen to a liquid and scored a point-blank hit that left Yoto frozen solid.
"Regice, Earthquake!"
"Yoto, Shadow Claw!" Yoto was still frozen as Regice jumped into the air and shook the ground on landing. Yoto was shaken and rattled and the damage was enough to cause the Aegislash to revert to his Shield Forme and clatter onto the ground. "Yoto, return; Bakeru, I choose you!" Shiranui switched out his Aegislash and sent out the real Bakeru.

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Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Zoroark
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
Registeel -3- Aegislash
Dusknoir -4- Mimikyu
Regice -5- ?
? -6- ?

"Regice, Avalanche!"
"Bakeru, Play Rough!" Bakeru charged at Regice and like out of a cartoon, gave the icy titan a beating with his tail while cloaked in star-studded dust. A crash was heard and when the dust cleared, Regice was on its back knocked out.
"Regice, return; Regirock, I need your assistance!" Brandon sent out the last Legendary Titan and Regirock only got a little bit of damage from the Stealth Rock.

---

Shiranui scanned the rocky titan. "Regirock, the Rock Peak Pokémon. Regirock's body is composed entirely of rocks. Recently, a study made the startling discovery that the rocks were all unearthed from different locations."

Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Zoroark
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
Registeel -3- Aegislash
Dusknoir -4- Mimikyu
Regice -5- ?
Regirock -6- ?

"Regirock, Iron Head!"
"Bakeru, Will-O-Wisp!" The Mimikyu conjured some ghostly flames and sent them after Regirock, but the titan dodged the attack and slammed its head down on Bakeru, scoring a critical hit. Bakeru was knocked out. "Bakeru, return; Saisei, I choose you!" Shiranui switched his Mimikyu out and sent in his strongest Pokémon: the legendary Mewtwo.

---

Brandon -vs- Shiranui
Solrock -1- Zoroark
Ninjask -2- Tyrantrum
Registeel -3- Aegislash
Dusknoir -4- Mimikyu
Regice -5- Mewtwo
Regirock -6- ?

"Regirock, Stone Edge!"
"Saisei, Grass Knot! Mega Ring activate!" Shiranui activated his Mega Ring and Saisei glowed with the power of Mega Evolution whilst shrinking in size. The glow subsided and Saisei was now a Mega Mewtwo Y. While Regirock charged towards Saisei, the Mega Mewtwo Y used its psychic powers to conjure a rope of grass that caused Regirock to trip over and fall with a mighty crash, suffering heavy damage.
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall," Saisei quipped as Regirock slowly got up, readied a Stone Edge and gave Saisei a rocky sucker punch, "You're in for it now, rocks-for-brains!"
"Regirock, Giga Impact!"
"Saisei, finish it off with Psychic!"
"My sentiments exactly!" Saisei acknowledged. The Mega Mewtwo Y's eyes lit up as it used its psychic powers on Regirock. Regirock couldn't take the onslaught and fell over with a second crash, this time without getting up.

---

Shiranui was victorious and Brandon awarded him the Brave Symbol.

[Assistant] Now that both of them had beaten all of the facilities, Scott told them that for winning, they are eligible to become Frontier Brains themselves. Liam thanked Scott for the offer, but wasn't ready to stop traveling yet. Liam's father congratulated them on winning. He gave Liam a Luxury Ball which held a gift for him. Liam thanked his father.

[User] Chuck congratulated his friends for a job well done.

[Assistant] "Thanks Chuck. " Liam said. Brandon mentioned that he heard from Scott that they were going to the Grand Festival next and offered to take them to The Indigo Plateu. Liam said that he'd appreciate it.

[User] "That'd be great!" Chuck said. "I'm eager to enter the tournament!"

[Assistant] "Same here," added Shiranui, "If the contests here in Kanto were anything to go by, the Grand Festival will be much more of a challenge than back at Hoenn."

[User] "I was speaking more towards the Pokémon League tournament, since I'm not qualified for the Grand Festival." Chuck said.

[Assistant] "Well, being the local Champion, if you do well enough, you'll be facing me in battle," replied Shiranui.