[System]
Sex: Female
Age: 25
Phenotype: Alligator Faunus
Region: Vacuo/Mistral
Appearance:

With average height and a small build, Cyan doesn't always look that threatening. With a pale, round face that reveals her Mistralese heritage, she often wears a wide hood made from a long scarf with a broad middle, which shade her from the harsh sun. She often wears adjustable, kimono like sleeves which can cover or expose her shoulders, along with a black body suit, and a short kimono styled tunic gi, and soft shoes.
Personality: Cyan can be described in a few words. The most of them, however, is kinetic. She's an energetic individual who, while enjoying her relaxation time very much, is quick to involve herself in social activities. However, this isn't merely for pleasantries sake.
Biography: Cyan was born in Mistral to a nobleman and a traveling Faunus woman. Despite being unmarried, the nobleman neither asked for her mother's hand, nor sent her away. Instead, he gave her a small sum of money, which allowed her to live comfortable in one of the villages outside of Mistral. Despite living comfortably, however, Cyan and her mother moved to Vacuo when she was still young, in order for her to grow up in an area with slightly more Faunus, despite it being more dangerous in some ways.

This danger wasn't lost on young Cyan, however. From a young age, she developed a nearly pathological fear of Grimm, despite living in a relatively sheltered area of Vacuo, near the northern cliffs. While not unfounded, Cyan did not have any particularly dangerous experience with Grimm, whether by some great fortune, or by having a fairly capable mother. By the time she was in her teens, she had entered a combat training camp, set up by local Hunters in favor of having children travel to a combat school, named Oasis. During this time, she practiced with ferocity, her fear turning to distaste, and a drive to eliminate every Grimm on Remnant. This furious, selfish drive continued entirely through her combat training, and well through her years in Shade. However, as the beginning of the third year, Cyan became much more calm, relaxed, and observant. After graduating from Shade, she quickly left to patrol the deserts and settlements of Vacuo, but not without visiting her mother first.

During her training in Oasis, she was mostly instructed in combat by the Huntsman Dusk Narakajin. Known for his fierce bravery, he set Cyan on her track to be the warrior she is today. Though she was a slower student than he would have liked, and than she would want to admit currently.
Aura Color: Cerulean
Semblance: Soul Beast- By concentrating on the essence of her inner Soul, Cyan is able to conjure a Fylgja.
Weapon: Helfrost is a dual hand combat set in multiple parts. In its default form, it consists of two climbing claws with back-hand guards. The right guard holds twenty shuriken, while the left a single kunai. The right guard is also capable of launching either the shuriken or the kunai, and while this offers great distance and power, it isn't the weapons' intended use, so Cyan avoids this practice. In actuality, the shuriken are used for speed takedowns, aided by the climbing claws on her palms, and Dust aided distractions. The kunai is used as a backhanded slashing dagger, short range throwing weapon, and hand-shovel/trowel. Upon being disengaged, the two guards combine into a simple handgun, capable of firing Aura rounds, or utilizing Dust tipped solid bullets, creating an elemental hollow-point effect.
Cyan also keeps a pouch of needles, a spool of metal wire, and a mortar and pestle for mixing various kinds of Dust on her person.
Favors:
 Speed Takedowns
 Self Paced Jobs
 Open People
 Privacy
 Portabella Mushrooms
 Personal Time
 Water
 Meditation
 Dust
Disfavors:
 Nosey People
 Narrow Mindedness
 Brutish Individuals
 Overly Complex Situations
 Metropolitan Areas
 Long Periods of Time with Very Little Choice in What to Do
 Stupidity
Affinities:
Cyan is skilled at mixing Dust, and has so far crafted little-known or new varieties, such as her signature Mirror Dust.
Her abilities lend themselves well to surreptitious activities.
Cyan almost always can find a means of escape.
Cyan has a preference for laying out a situation, forming a plan, and executing said plan in a quick, direct way.
Possessing an Aura honed for offense, Cyan exhibits great strength.
Cyan moves in a quick, fluid way.
Faults:
Cyan hates having to alter her course of action mid-move. This stems from her preference for one solid plan, which leads to her becoming overwhelmed should circumstances change too quickly in a way for which she could not calculate.
Despite showing great power, Cyan's Aura is not as defensive as that of some others. While her Semblance makes Aura breaks easier to avoid, a strike to her Flygja damages her Aura equally.
Despite her usually cool and focused manner, there are certain instances where Cyan will either stay in combat longer than is sound for her safety, or perform over-aggressively when it is not called for.
Theme:Breakout

[User]
Momo was lounging on the couch reading a book when she heard the distress call. She doubted for a moment whether she should go, worried she might only get in the way. After a brief few seconds she got up and grabbed her gear. There goes my night off. As much as she disliked the Grimm, duty called, and it would be unlike her to ignore it. Grabbing hold of Diana, she paused for a moment. Momo shuddered at the thought of fighting Grimm, the adrenaline would make every second feel like it were more.

I'll make it back. She thought, taking a deep breath. I always have. Besides, Solaire is there, and several other hunters should be on their way. As she stepped outside, Momo took a moment to properly supress her nervosity before getting on her motorcycle and making her way to Vasim as fast as she could. Every second counted if there was a chance survivors would be there.

---

The sound of sirens in the distance was eerie, despite being painfully familiar, and haunted Momo from the moment she got remotely close to Vasim. "If only I'm in time... she mumbled, decelerating. Parking her motorcycle with trained rapidity, Momo drew Diana immediately after. Her approach was far from stealthy, though masked by the noise of the sirens, and would probably have several Grimm swarming her within too long. Dashing into the city, Momo immediately entered an alleyway, barricading the entrance with a wall of her her semblance's traps.

In the alleyway, Momo quickly started scaling the wall, hoping the roof would make for a decent vantage point. With a bit of aura-enhance prowess, Momo soon made it on top of the roof. She knew very well that seeing also came at the cost of being seen, and several Grimm on the ground below indeed seemed quite aware of her now she was on top of the roof. A few roofs further ahead she could see a nevermore, facing three hunters. Figuring they'd be fine, Momo used the rooftops to make her way through the city, partially unhindered. She occasionally turned and slashed, leaving traps to repel enemies as she scanned the area for survivors.

And as she'd anticipated, the adrenaline pumping through her veins made everything appear sickeningly slow. Every passing glance at the red of the blood painting the street felt like minutes of staring at the disgusting scene. The monstrous figures of the Grimm, the blood-red streets and the disgusting slowness of it all, caused all alarm bells inside Momo to go off, complementing the deafening alarm outside, all issuing the same suggestion; run. As much as she would've liked to, she didn't run, she had her reasons, thus she continued scouring the bloodstained streets for signs of non-Grimm life.

[Assistant]
The Bullhead's dual VTOL engines roared as the transport approached the beleaguered town of Vasim. The vehicle, an aerial transport painted in the colors of the local Emergency Center, was high in the air, higher than most Grimm could reach - for the moment, anyway. Being primarily a transport, it was not equipped with the chin-mounted gun that military variants of the Bullhead were known to have, and it relied on its speed and maneuverability to get away from danger.

That, and the Hunters and Huntresses it usually carried directly into the fray.

"ETA, two minutes!" called out the co-pilot from the cockpit, her voice miraculously loud enough to be heard over the din of the engines. "Make sure you've got your landing strategy ready, 'cause we are goin' in hot!"

Slater Skywise checked his weapons one last time. Rampart Spur, his twin tonfa/revolvers, had seen better days, all nicked and scarred from heaven knew how many blows. But they were clean and still fired true, and they were loaded up with a full set of magnum Stone Dust rounds for an extra kick. He confidently clicked the revolvers shut and holstered them for this brief moment before drop, and he got up from his seat to hold onto one of the overhead grips near one of the side hatches of the Bullhead.

As soon as the word that Vasim was under attack had gotten out, all nearby Hunters and Huntresses had been asked to provide immediate support. Those that had been near the Emergency Center closest to the village had boarded one of their Bullheads, which came at all speed to Vasim. There hadn't been very much time to gather, so Slater was one of the few who had managed to get there in time for liftoff. It sounded like the devastation was bad...very bad.

If only I'd been there to protect them, he thought to himself, tightening his fingerless gloved grip. The knowledge that he likely would have been slaughtered as well didn't matter; if he could have saved even one person's life, he would rather have done that than hear about this tragedy without lifting a finger. Perhaps he could at least attempt to save any survivors...

"Doors opening in five!" broke in the voice of the co-pilot, who held up a hand with splayed fingers that dropped as the countdown continued. "Four, three, two, one...go, go, go!"

The hatch slid open, leaving a wall-sized opening where a door had been before. The wind tore at Slater's clothes along with some residual dust - the normal kind, not the capital-D sort - and in a glance, he saw the village below, the Grimm swarming, and the handful of Hunters and Huntresses who had already arrived on the scene. Not to mention all of the dead bodies...

Slater's slow-burning anger focused into action as he dropped forward out of the transport, the wind whipping at his duster and skunk tail. He plummeted downward, well aware that landing from this height would be too much for his Aura alone to handle, and his weapons - heavy pistols that they were - wouldn't be able to provide all of the thrust he would need to counter his fall. He drew Rampart Spur in both hands in revolver configuration, and crossed his arms in front of himself as he dropped toward the Nevermore that flew above the battlefield. Oh, he had his landing strategy ready, all right.

He aimed himself at the Nevermore and concentrated for a moment. His Aura blazed with golden orange light, and suddenly he had his Shield deployed directly below him. If his aim was true, he'd hit like a meteor and bring the Nevermore to the ground, where it could be easily dispatched by the other Hunters; even winging it might throw it off balance enough to prevent its attacks on his comrades below. But even if he missed and headed straight for the ground, his Shield would protect him from the fall and provide a shockwave that might at least slow the Grimm down before he joined his comrades in the fighting...

"Heads up!" he shouted, his words mostly lost to the whipping wind as he charged downward, Shield-first.

[User]
A glint in the sky against the setting sun flared beyond the haze of the drop craft's jet engines. As the Nevermore shrieked, and the jet engines roared, the clicking, scraping of a long bodied, many legged Grimm went unheard. With the avian Grimm disoriented by the impact of Bolt Dust, the golden blaze of the Huntsman Faunus was free to slam into the creature's back. A moment later, and the shimmer of light from above became a careening fire. The burning shield of the Semblance Meteor seared the dark, twisted flesh of the Grimm. The falling strikes caused a large chunk of the creature to fall beneath Slater, leaving a seam of red behind, while Raye's attack left the beast burning.
 The Nevermore's burning corpse began to lilt and drop to the north side of the rooftop, its wing beginning to smash the building's facade as, should he desire, Slater would easily be able to ride the disengaged chunk of the daemon to the rooftop with a splatter and relative safety.
 All the commotion, however, had been exactly what the stalking monster had needed. A blunt, bulbous head with stretching sword-like mandibles reared up from atop the wall, snapping at the girl in white with a sickening gurgled hiss. It hadn't be able to reach, so now its spindly legs began to one by one grasp at the wall, dragging its segmented, coiling body farther up the building, heedless of the forming ball of Dust before it, nor the gathering presence of Hunters at the rooftop.

 There was, however, a sickening collective grunt and snarl, as the sounds of combat and the fall of the Nevermore rang from the spire of Vasim. Now knowing there stood opposition, the Grimm in the streets began circling back, licking their chops as they stalked closer, seeking the Hunters that had come to the village's rescue.

---

 Within the office of the Emergency Broadcast Center, two messages appeared, though slightly delayed, thanks to the distance of Vasim from the ICTT. A receptionist in the dimly lit office lifted an ear piece, transcribing the information that was given in the messages from a Huntsman and a Huntress who had arrived in Vasim. With a few deft strokes of the holo-screen, the mission in the decimated village was updated, adding "Search and Rescue" to the parameters, as well as a potential connected "Bounty" mission, adding a note about potential sabotage. The updated message was then uploaded to the Emergency System, and, by way of the ICTT, transmitted to every Hunter's Scroll in the general area, making the update known, with high urgency.


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance(Picture and/or description):

Personality(optional but preferred): Belle is easily swayed, and is quite happy to betray her friends or even teammates if she is offered greater products for being on the opposite's side. She has both good and bad sides to her, both varying depending on what is going on around her.

Strengths: Belle is an amazing coder and robot builder (and mechanic), as well as as great hacker, who spent her early years honing those skills. She is also a good shot with pistols, and has a module she implanted inside of herself to help her think better and remember things easier.

Weaknesses: Belle can easily be swayed to do things, even by enemies, as long as she is payed or she is offered work to do with robots or coding things, or even computers. She, herself, is also a regular human. Her robots are also electronic, so an EMP would shut down what she has.

Equipment(Include any droid, weapon and armour you may have): D134-5 "Pocket"pistol (two of these): A more modern version of the previous D134 pistol, the D134-5 in now smaller and more compact, with enough charge to hold and fire a few more bullets (two more to the previous four) than it used to be able to. Because of it's small size and great accuracy compared to other models, the D134-5 has been nicknamed the "Pocket" by many.

Penny: Penny is Belle's most used robot. Penny is a small bird looking robot, which can fly and can grab small objects with it's beak and it's feet. On the tip of Penny's tail, which is like that of a dog's (hair/fur-less tail other than that of a bird's), there is a large electronic buildup. Penny is able to zap someone with a concentrated shock of electricity if she so chooses to with her tail. This can vary between a large shock or one just intended to annoy someone. Penny is also equipped with a personality module, so she can actually think.

Biography(One paragraph detailing the character's past): Belle was born on Earth, in Scotland. At an early age, she got a knack for coding, and began to learn simple scripts. Growing up, she managed to get into more advanced scripts, and combined this with simple electronics to make things such as automated locks or sensors. When she was fifteen, she managed to make her first robot. It was small, and it didn't work well, but it was her first and she was proud of it. She began to make more, and made a tiny business selling simple things, and got transferred a lot to different places. However, this business quickly ended, and she had to move on.

Romance (yes or no): Yes (Bisexual)

[User] " ok this is the time that i leave." Im going to try to fly this ship again shouldnt take to long now." And with that he left the two lovebirds. When he finaly arrived at the brige he locked himself up tool a cigar and then flew to the wargate." Well that went great. I just hope that it doesnt happen again." And with that last thought going through him he warped through the gate to the system that held the missing ship.

[Assistant] Scarlet still couldn't decide if she had just stumbled onto a ship filled with nutters or if something was seriously wrong with that girl, something that couldn't be reasoned out of her.. it did however worry her that this ship wasn't the place she thought it was going to be. "Any chance of a room?" She asked trying to sound polite even if it sounded more like she was awkwardly trying to get away from the strange situation that was being revealed in front of her.

[User] Ramia was slightly taken aback by the sudden hug, but answered it with an embrace of her own. "It's alright, it's alright." I was so worried... "I'm going to agree with you on that one, but the important thing is that you are alright." She actually managed to smile so warmly that for just a few seconds it seemed like her face wasn't burned at all. "I'm so glad."

[Assistant] Belle smiles warmly, forgetting everything that was going on around her. "I was so worried, too. I didn't want to..." She whispers, leaning forward shyly and placing her forehead against Ramia's as her arms slide around her neck. "I didn't want to leave you." She whispers again, including the part she was shy about saying. To Belle, Ramia was amazing, pretty and sweet. A heavy blush on her face, she awaited a reply from Ramia.

[User]
"awkward." She whispered near the two lovers, her eyes constantly moving as if the floor, ceilings and walls were a more interesting sight. However she did need to find somewhere to sleep within this ship and if they weren't able to provide her with such information she would have to find someone who is more able, perhaps that James fellow, he seemed sane; she grimaced at the idea of the sanity of this ship being so questionable.

"Hey, lovers.. Is there a spare room around here that I can put my stuff?" She said in her most peaceful sounding voice.

[Assistant] Those aren't just words of approval... "I would have been very saddened if you would have left like that." Ramia blushed slightly, it had felt like ages when she had last been so... caring towards another person. She's different... "I'm sorry... I'm... not... uh... very good... with sweet words..." She admitted while smiling sheepishly.

[User] James heard Scarlet on the radio and decided to help the pretty girl. So he called her via comm and Said" we still have a room its near the bridge. Be sure to get a good nights sleep." As he looked at the swirling vortex James became sleepyer and sleepyer until finaly he fell asleep.

[Assistant] I don't know how to tell her... Belle didn't listen to the other person in the room, as all she was focused on was Ramia. She's just so... Caring. She looked Ramia in the eyes, her face turning red. "I-If you're... Not good with words..." Belle whispers, quite shyly. "Then you can just use... Actions..." She closes her eyes, smiling really shyly. She didn't know what else to say.

[User] "Okay you guys are totally on my hit list" She jester. I guess I owe you one big ears she thought as she headed towards the cabin that she hoped would become her bed for the forseeable future. Today had been exhausting, so she chucked her gear down, kicked off her heels, pulled off her skirt and top then flopped onto the soft gray bed and fell into dreamland.

[Assistant] She's adorable... Ramia went noticeably more red faced, but did her best to ignore it. What kind of an action is she expecting? I havn't even kissed anyone since Adel... No, that's in the past. This is now. She gathered herself for a moment. That smile is so vulnerable... You have been through so much today... The dark haired woman closed her bionic eye and very cautiously and gently kissed Belle on the lips. So this is what makes life divine? Is this love? It's been so long...

[User] Belle feels the touch of lips upon lips, and she tightens her arms around Ramia's neck, gently kissing her back. Do I... Love her? Belle thinks about how Ramia had been beautiful upon their first meeting, how Ramia had been when she had been contaminated with that strange virus. She didn't even remember how she got it, though her memory had recovered the tiniest bit, causing her to realize that she had been smacked into by something. Ramia had been very supportive, and though it hadn't seemed like it at first -with the sudden arm grabbing and holding- she proved to be one of the best people Ramia had met. Yes, I do love her.

[Assistant]
"Well fuck." Artyem mumbled under his breath. He was currently stuck behind a crate, while a group of bounty hunters were moving up towards his position, staggering their fire as they hopped from cover to cover. He had been shopping for supplies among the blackmarket, and had bought an analog pistol when the confrontation began with a tank rated EMP hitting the bazaar. "If i survive this," Artyem thought, as he squeezed a few blasts from his pistol at the advancing wall of power armor, "I'm gonna kiss whoever decided that shipping crates had to be able to tank a an orbital bombardment!" He shouted to Jack, who had managed to avoid the EMP that had shut down Artyem's armor and gun. Jack's response was to spray his laser rifle at the oncoming party, scattering them. Artyem took that moment to leave the crate, throwing a flash grenade at the mercenaries, dived into a nearby alley, and began to run. his suit and rifle still had a few minutes until they were clear for use, minutes Artyem didn't have.

Diving behind a dumpster, Artyem took stock of his tools. He had a pistol, 3 unmodded frag grenades, and a flash bang. As well, he had: a suit of depowered power armor, a depowered rifle, his cybernetics (which he was glad that the scientists weren't joking when they said that they would stand a ship-rated EMP), and a sentient android/human consciousnesses in a robot shell that had a functional, basic, laser rifle. Hiding behind the dumpster, he heard his comrade jump down behind him. Turning around, Artyem said, "Jack, give me your programming chip." and he stretched out his hand torwards the silent robot. Jack nodded, and began tearing a hole in his chest, looking for the original drone chip in his processor. Finding it, he pulled it out and placed it into Artyems hand, who then placed it into his suits radio. Looking back at the robot, Artyem gave one final instruction, "Amelia, Go find help." Before he bolted down the alley into the maze of the station. The now rechristened "Amelia" leaped back up the sides of the close buildings electrical innards flailing about, just clearing the roof when the mercs bounded down the alley.

"Where the hell are they, Hector?" one of the mercs asked their leader. "Hector" merely grinned behind his enclosed helmet. "You three, follow me, where chasing after the 'Prodigal Son'. You, "pointing at the merc who had just spoken, "Return to base and get the rest of the team, and bring 2 of the APCs," and turning to the last merc, a female one clad in a slimmer, black and red armor with goggles, "Hesse you chase after the scientist. Now move!!" "Hector" began moving after the fleeing cyborg, the now identified Hesse jumped and began flying through the air. The lone merc sighed, and began the long trudge back to the HQ.

9 ft tall (2.74 meters) 335.2 lbs (152 kg)

Former Byzantium Merc. Discharged for being to insane and violent for the PMC. Served With Artyem. Used to be lovers. Driven insane by biotech transfusions.

An insane bitch, who has a fetish for murdering people. Has a flight suit, carries two hardlight sub machine guns.

basic mercs. not much to say. All are sociopaths and dishonorably discharged soldiers and mercenaries.

[User]
Huzuni, after getting out of the room, was just weirded out. "Who would want to do that to such an inocent person? Hm, let me go back to where she was fixing the engine... hopefully I can track down who did this."

And so, he went to the engine and started with a scan arround the place, only to find some marks of blood stains and footsteps, wich seemed to be from... "Larry? No... It can't be, I killed him at the bar! How did he even mana- unless... he didn't die? He just played dead? Surviving a cut from a blade isen't usual... unless, he made an AI take his place or something? I need to tell everyone about this!"

He met up with James, and told him about what he could have potentially discovered, then asked him if he could tell everyone via comm.

[Assistant] Can I trust her? After a while Ramia pulled her head back slightly and lowered her hands to Belle's hips. "Earlier you wanted to know more about me. I hope you still do." She wasn't smiling quite as widely as before, but the little smile was still warm. "I could tell you a little story about rising to the top and falling back down." Like Icarus I flew too close to the sun.

[User]
With a satisfying yawn Scarlet sat up and whirled her feet of the bed, slowly lifting herself from it, cautiously testing the floor to see if the metal would be cold or warm, she smiled and hopped off the bed when her toes touched the floor to find that it was heated. Walking across the room she sat in a chair that faced a mirror and sighed at the yellowed bruise that had appeared on her cheek from yesterdays shenanigans. "Oh that guy is going to get it one day." She spoke while tapping her visor on, it appeared as it always did like a circuit board made of glass that became smooth and black.

She pulled a summer dress looking piece of clothing from her bag and slid it down her over her arms and head, once it covered her body she softly patted the loose skirted section to make sure none of it got caught. "Well, here's hoping today's a less interesting day." She spoke to her A.I who seemed far more interested in investigating the room, perhaps he was worried about cameras or microphones, something Scarlet was almost certain they had none, a reasoning she came across while they were rushing to pull that girl from that room last night, if they had cameras she doubted they would be so panicked.

She left the room, the door making a satisfying swoosh just like how kids from the past who watched Star trek would of dreamed for doors in the future to be like. Her heeled shoes made her position obvious, however she didn't assume combat or stealth would be needed on the ship. Only minutes into her walk she stumbled into a room containing Karate kid and the James fellow, Karate kid in particular didn't look like he was having the best of mornings. "So.. The lovers, whats that all about? Don't they know that all that will lead to is sadness." She spoke morbidly as she often did about such things. She thought about how she didn't envy them, instead she pitied them.

[Assistant] Belle touched her head against Ramia's forehead, a gentle smile on her face. "You can tell me anything, honey." She says, her face turning red when she called her honey. She gives her another peck on the lips with her own lips, and holds her arms gently around Ramia's neck, not breaking eye-to-eye contact with the beautiful girl. "Tell me anything."


[System]
Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Personality:
Akira is just an ordinary kid from New Domino city Happy go lucky and an avid duelist. THough he tends to be happy many people tend to think hes crazy because even while losing a Duel he tends to start laughing because of his enjoyment of the game. When Turbo Dueling you may also hear him begin quoting Yusei out of his own fan boy levels.

History:
Akira grew up watching Duel monsters grow into what its become. Hearing all about famous duelists and watching duels on T.V. both the current league and even legacy matches such as Duelist Kingdom and even the Fortune Cup duels. His friends all laughed at him for being such a fan of Yusei because he was an older duelist and they all thought he was too old school. He didn't care he just wanted to keep dueling and go pro eventually. HIs parents always encouraged him to remember to have fun and try his best. His father always dueled with him and helped his learn the ins and outs of the game. It helped that his dad owned a card shop in new domino so they were able to keep up to date on the way the game had evolved. Finally his dad had told him that he was going to send him to Duel Academy no matter the cost.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Stargazer Magician/ MAgicians in general

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling and Synchro Summoning

Chosen Structure Deck:
Master of Pendulum (Swapping Odd-Eyes Pendulum Dragon for Odd-Eyes Dragon and removing Rune-Eyes Pendulum Dragon)

Chosen Pack:
Dimension of Chaos

Current deck:
Monster:
Dragonpulse Magician
Dragonpit Magician
Nobledragon Magician
Oafdragon Magician
Wisdom-Eye Magician
Performpal Skullcrobat Joker
Stargazer Magician
Timegazer Magician
Odd-Eyes Dragon
Performpal Siler Claw
Performpal Salutiger
Performpal Trump Witch
Metaphys Armed Dragon
Chaos Hunter
Fusilier Dragon, the Dual-Mode Beast
Lyla, Lightsworn Sorceress
Fencing Fire Ferret
Inari Fire
Nefarious Archfiend Eater of Nefariousness
Jigabyte
Goblindbergh
X-Saber Airbellum
Magna Drago
Re-Cover
Spell:
Sky Iris
Pendulum Call
Pendulum Shift
Pendulum Rising
Sacred Sword of Seven Stars
Summoner's Art
Mystical Space Typhoon
Scapegoat
Forbidden Dress
Polymerization
Terraforming
Trap:
Pendulum Back
Powerful Rebirth
Torrential Tribute
Eradicator Epidemic Virus
Traptrix Trap Hole Nightmare
Extra Deck:
Odd-Eyes Meteorburst Dragon (synchro)
Odd-Eyes Absolute Dragon (Xyz)

Collection:

Points:
0

[User]
"yes!?" Hayate jumped a little after the sudden greeting while she was still fiddling with her duel disk " I um... never used one of these before and I kinda started dueling on a table against myself... and... Hayate rambled on about how she never had any proper opponents other than herself while learning the rules before getting straight to the point explain "so instead of buying a duel disk... i had saved up money to get here... but my brother forgot that I never used one of these before and went on ahead and now I can't find him, he looks just like me but more... manly? he wears this custom-made samurai-like jacket he is so proud of... have you seen him? after explaining everything she simply nodded after realizing she wasn't answering the question but asked for something else instead um... yes please I'd have some help... I get a bit carried away when I talk about dueling back when I was home Hayate took off the duel disk that was on the wrong way around and handed it to the young man

Hayato looked around scanning for her sister but instantly lost his interest figuring that she would be fine by herself and looked around for people to talk to nearby only noticing the girl that was talked to way too much seated right in front of her and decided to just not start a conversation and just said "it's a pain in the ass when people won't leave you alone huh..." and decided to ignore whatever she would respond with and checked out his deck then looked at the random junk his mother gave him "all this garbage she couldn't pitch to the duel corps is all tossed into my bag I mean who would want to automatic pack opener that literally shoots out the cards from the bottom or a crappy automatic turn selector which is just a random light show or the amazing clip that is supposed to hold your hand of cards... it's junk all of it... though I have to admit this glove that can just create solid visions of a single monster is neat but it's not very practical is it..." Hayato was really just talking to himself but if he were to draw attention he'll just wing it

[Assistant]
Vincent Gulfus

Well that turned out to be a terribly bad choice, Vincent reminded himself in future to not trust those that are that peculiar but never the less the girl wanted to be left alone, he understood that much at least. Honestly people these days don't have the slightest amount of respect for people whom are just trying to be friend and make friends. Yet the world is small so your bound to run into these people. Now that is not to say Vincent hated the Girl, course not he only just met the person. Yet he couldn't help but feel a strange pang of guilt over something he had done to them and he honestly didn't know why.

Distracting himself from this existential crisis his mind had begun experience, Vincent turned towards the obviously french voice that had entered his ear hole. Acknowledging the french man whom seemed to have a thin build with brown hair and glasses. The true sign of intelligence but more so, Vincent should answer the question as the silence may come across as very awkward in the eyes of the stranger. "Yes it really is the Chaos Emperor Dragon how it is not the exact one which you knew, as his original form was too powerful for mortals to comprehend let alone use." Vincent said trying to put a creative spin on his words. "So instead of the Envoy of the End, he is now a Chaos Emissary." Vincent said letting that sink in for a few seconds "Speaking of Chaos Emissary's have you heard of them at all before? I haven't." Vincent asked as a return question. He was Generally interested in the response.

Then he remembered his manners "I am terribly sorry I forgot to mention my name. Its Vincent if you didn't know." He said to the French guy and the Blue haired girl just to be a little more formal because even if the blue haired girl was to hate his face, at least she could put a name to it...

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"Chaos Emissary? Never 'eard of them before. Iz it new?" It was a bit overdramatic, the word choice and all with Vincent's use the theatrics did manage to make Zacharie smile a bit. More of a chuckle if anything, definitely less than a guffaw. Well at least he could rest a little easier knowing that he was not expected to face such completely monstrous cards. Half the game was just that, making ultimate cards which ended the game without lifting as much a finger. Play the right cards and you win, no questions asked. The half was actually getting to that point by surviving long enough as your opponent did the very same thing. That being said, he had only a theoretical understanding of the game rather than a practical one. The mechanics were easy enough, but being in a real duel?

"Zacharie, Zacharie Beau. Pardonnez-le manque d'éducation, s'il vous plaît. I 'ave only started with zis game a few months ago." He never had that experience, The boy reflected while he offered his hand for a shake, unsure if this was a good thing to do or not. Everything about his dueling so far was artificial, situations thrown at him like chess, midgame and a race to finish without losing. It would not be good to admit it here, given that almost everyone here seemed to be enrolled for the card games, rather than anything else. There was to be some sort of placement exam to determine where one goes for quarters, although how that works out is beyond Zacharie's understanding. What sort of system was that supposed to breed but one of competition? It was far better to learn together as a single group than to have the three estates. After all the last time France tried the three estates, the guillotine needed sharpening.

"I am afraid I am not too good at it. 'Opefully I can learn something 'ere."

[Assistant] "...And that's how you get over Yang Zings without much trouble. It's all about making sure you get the right cards out and make them either go to the banished section or miss timing." Ben said to a group of younger duelists who had been talking with him for the past couple minutes since Ben left. He had found them in the middle of an argument on how to take out one of their friends who kept winning with his Chinese dragon cards. It was annoying them so much that Ben thought he'd offer his own advice on the matter. He had fought Yang Zings before and had trouble with them so he could understand their plight. At the same time he didn't give them too much info. Like how U.A Mighty Slugger could butcher the cards with near impunity. He didn't want to screw over the other guy too bad but merely even the odds. He patted one kid on the shoulder as he thanked him for his advice and Ben said it wasn't a problem. "Just remember The End of Anubis is your friend." Ben said with a smile as he walked away. Gravekeepers so dirty...yet so satisfying to pull off. A lot of decks need their graveyards now of days and denying them that all but kills some decks. Especially Synchrons. Adding in End of Anubis just made things even more one sided. Only one way to get over that is to run over the keepers before they mount a defense. Easier said than done against spy, and assassin. He looked at his duel disk and smiled at it as he moved through the halls. Waiting for some direction one way or another. Normally he'd go and say hi to other people but at the moment he didn't want to seem like that weird guy who introduced himself to everyone on the first day. He made his way to a corner section of the room and sat down with his legs crossed waiting for some sort of direction. He saw over in the corner that Andre had found himself a nice section to brood in somewhere on the other side of the room. He was checking through his deck probably thinking of combinations for his archfiends.

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Haas had to let out a slight chuckle at the girl's energy, though it was probably the nerves. She was asking if he'd seen her brother,, basically the same person with a samurai jacket on. "Hm..." Haas had to think for a moment. Did he see someone like that? It doesn't seem like it... Hayate got the point though, switching topics in a heartbeat back to the original topic. "Ah, alright. Let me see that." Haas ordered, grabbing the Duel disk and turning it around a time or two. Seemed Hayate took the folding disk, so she might be an Action Duelist...

The older boy found the button to activate the suspenders and have the thing secured to your arm soon enough, nodding to himself. "Alright, give me your arm for a second." he said, and when Hayate's arm came out he placed the operating part of the disk the screen-side up, pressing the button. "You just place it like this and press the button. Simple, right? Though up... You forgot one thing." Haas took out a small, gray box of sorts that same with the disk but wouldn't open. He slid it onto the screen a it suddenly folded itself open, revealing the area you'e supposed to be playing cards on. "That. And your deck goes into the area that's facing towards the outside. It's a little unconventional, but it saves space."

[Assistant]
Venwyn Ael

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As time went on, the amount of students around the display had been decreasing, the waves of new students moving towards their chosen seats in the far corners of the room. Most of the students had chosen their Structure Decks and packs, and the line to the display had cleaned up a bit because of it: there wasn't as many people pushing and shouting to get their Decks before someone else did. Still, there was some level of tension - there were only so many archetypes, and it wasn't unlikely that someone's desired archetype would be taken by another student. The teacher at the display was somewhat pleased at the proceedings, there weren't many students left before he could go and do something better with his time. The next student in line was about to move up to the counter, before they were... blown backward by a burst of smoke.

The smoke cleared, revealing a boy clad in a purple ninja garb. Some of the students were taken aback by his sudden appearance in the room. How he had managed to do that was a complete mystery. Did he even use the elevator? Hell, did he even come here on the bus? The teacher at the counter sighed. He wasn't paid enough to deal with this kind of thing.

"What Structure Deck do you—"

Almost immediately, Venwyn placed something on the counter, it was the Ghostrick Ghouls Structure Deck. The teacher shook his head in response.

"You can't just bring your own Structure Deck, you know." The teacher said, moving to the row of Structure Decks.

"It has to come from the Tower." The teacher went to grab what would be the Duel Tower's Ghostrick Ghoul Structure Deck from the layered shelf.

...

...

It wasn't there.

Venwyn had managed to take it without anyone noticing, but when? The teacher widened his eyes ever so slightly, before returning back to his regular, unimpressed self.

"Alright, go and get a Duel Dis—"

Once again, Venwyn placed another item onto the counter. This time it was one of the folding Duel Disks. The ninja boy hadn't said anything yet, and simply waited with an expectant look.

"...Right. I assume you've taken the Booster Pack already? Show me."

The teacher proved to be correct. Venwyn proceeded to reveal the Primal Origins Booster Pack. The bored teacher didn't even bother checking to see if it was still there.

"Finished?"

"Yeah."

With that, the ninja boy disappeared in another puff of smoke, leaving the line of students to continue as normal. It should be noted that the student behind Venwyn had been on the ground throughout the entire ordeal, and was pretty lost as to what just took place.

A few seconds later (if it's a 'few seconds later' it doesn't really need a title, but whatever)

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Reappearing in one of the many seats that lined the corners of the room, Venwyn proceeded to open his card pack and Structure Deck, systematically rolling through the cards to view what he cards had obtained.

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Akira watched the girl walk away and turned toward the other guy whom he now knew to be Angelo.

"Well nice to meet you Angelo I'm Akira." He said still smiling. "So which structure deck did you go with?" He asked curiously as he tapped the deck in his duel disk. "I went with Master of Pendulum personally, I think I'm going to like it."


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Keira Summers

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Age:
23

Lineage:
The Summers Family, daughter of Sampson Summers & Edith Lake

School/house:
Hogwarts/Ravenclaw

Patronus:
White Mare

Personality:
Intelligence is what Keira prides herself with. She's bright, smart, and full of life. She is rather resilient, and will do her best in anything and everything. Keira is sharp and rather cunning at the same time. She is not one to start fights, but she will finish them. Don't pick a fight with Keira if you know what's good for you. She's brutal when she has to be. Keira is an independent girl; probably why her wand is made of pine. She is quite creative, and can adapt easily. She is faithful and trustworthy to her friends and family, and rather honest too. She will always tell you the truth in her eyes, even if you think she's being too blunt, or cruel. She just wants the best for you.

Bio:
Sampson Summers was a Griffindor seeker. He was kind, good, caring, and quite friendly, though competitive and brutal at the same time. Edith Lake was an intelligent Ravenclaw 'mudblood', sweet, sharp, cool, collected. She loved learning new things, and would do anything to help others.

Growing up in Australia, Sampson and Edith kept Keira in the dark about most things, including about witches and wizards. They didn't want to influence their daughter in any way. They wanted to see how she would turn out first. As she grew, she became interested in witches and wizards. She was found pretending to be a witch, and so on her tenth birthday, she was told the family secret. She was a witch.

Happy, excited and energetic were her feelings. Keira began to learn how to fly on a broomstick with her father, and how to create potions and learn spells from her mother. She became a rather inquisitive and intelligent child, and so entered Hogwarts when she turned 11. According to her mother, Keira becoming a Ravenclaw was her greatest achievement. Becoming a Ravenclaw helped Keira grow into the girl she is today.

In the first year, Keira was top of her class. Her best class was Potions, Transfiguration and Charms coming in second place. In her second year, she was drafted as Ravenclaw's Chaser. She was fast, sturdy and strong in her role, always doing the best she could. Defence against the dark arts became her favourite subject. Wanting to protect others in the future, she talked to the Defence against the dark arts teacher, and decided to become an Auror.

Finishing her schooling at Hogwarts, she travelled the world for a year, learning new things everywhere she went, before completing her Auror training. During the year she travelled, she went to Japan in the spring (for the cherry blossoms), Switzerland in the winter (for the skiing), France (for the Eiffel Tower), Germany (for the Neuschwanstein Castle), Italy (for the Colosseum, Statue of David, Venice and the Leaning Tower of Pisa), Austria (for the birthplace of Mozart and the Sound of Music), Eritria (for all the beautiful foods), Vietnam, China, South Korea, and all around America.

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The United Kingdom
Wiltshire

The British Isles were old, ancient, suffused with the power of magic. Druids had spun their circles and then came civilization and the advent of modern magic. The dark and the light had long been at war over the country's hidden places, long before the Ministry had codified what it meant to be good and evil in the world of the Arcane. Of all the regions of these isles, Wiltshire held many such hidden places, in the shadow of Stone Henge, the forces of magic had gathered for untold centuries.

Not all of it was friendly.

The rain beat down in a fierce torrent, even for the notoriously damp England, it was particularly noteworthy. The countryside was awash with flooding on a dramatic level. The kind that swept away the odd car, house and unfortunate cow like it was nothing. Thankfully they found themselves in a relatively protected locale, among the hills, valleys and woodlands of wild Wiltshire. This didn't improve Izaiah's mood much, as a fat droplet of rain rolled off a leaf above him, splatting on to his form. He internalized a moan as he crept forward. They were approaching their target, and any noise now, despite spells dampening such, would be to put them all at risk.

Stone Henge was the most prominent druidic site in the nation, but it was not the only one, especially not in the pagan heatland of the Southern United Kingdom, many more were hidden away, some were still in use, and not all for peaceful reasons. The Aurors of the UK's ministry of magic had located one such community, of wild witches and wizards practicing arts beyond the law of the land, and beyond that, potentially either risking exposure, or the lives of any muggles that would stray near. Izaiah had a particular dislike for those who looked to use magic upon those utterly unaware and helpless to it, and as they had trudged through the cold and wet, that dislike had burned into hatred. He slunk his way up one more hill, slowly crawling forwards on his front, hood pulled up, until he was on the crest, still shielded by the forest, looking down into a clearing marked with stone circles and carvings. A host of figures gathered in the clearing, despite the weather, some chanting, while others placed ingredients of a sort into a large cauldron bubbling at the centre, the circles of stone and grass converging on spot.

They did not anticipate great difficulty, but the life of an Auror was a dangerous one, even on their first true mission. Izaiah knew that the rest of the team would soon be in position, around the forested edge of the clearing. He'd drawn the short straw, so it was up to him to attempt their first ever peaceful arrest as a team. He paused pensively for a moment, before pushing himself to his feat, his wand immediately lighting up in a grand display, projecting the crest of the ministry.

"This is Auror Izaiah Perntide of the Ministry of Magic, you are hearby ordered to-" He was interrupted by a cascade of shouting, and one particularly important, particularly illegal, spell being cast. He had only a second to react, diving forwards as the green bolt of power shot over him.

"Ah, well, I never did enjoy boring." He muttered to himself, before rising up, immediately ready for what confronted him, as the rest of the Auror team leaped into action.

[Assistant]
Bastards Dex would think to himself as the rain pelted the ground. The sound of the rain emulated his heart beat as his mind spread open like a book thrown asunder.

 All of them are decent shots but we need to confuse the enemy. Thanks to these hills... his mind trailed off as his eyes scanned. Hill to trough repeated until Dex saw one opening near by.

 "Iz keep at it, I will go around the left," shouting as he got to his knees. Raising his wand above his head and encircling his being he began to chant Disillusio. The tip of the wand acted as the handle of a streamer, wrapping his body in a mirroed cloth that made his essence into whatever was around him. From there he took off. Head was hung low just to be sure a camoed outline breaching the ridge didn't alarm any eyes on the other side.

 These damn heathens don't deserve a court case here. What would a peaceful arrest gain us?! Just another couple of loonies locked up. Just biding there time before coming back out and doing whatever outlandish thing they want again. Whatever. At least we can have an excuse to put the poor bastards out of their misery, or rather, our misery.

 As the thought left his brain Dex reached the side of the hill. Ideally on a proper flank from these nut jobs he smacked his body to the side of the hill and peered his head around it.

 Who is going to get it first, who first, who first...That one a wizard, to the looks of him from the cloak he wore was about 3 meters from him. Just to make Iz happy, I will try and show a little tact while taking them down.

 Dex let his right knee hit the ground, swung his left leg to the front, planted it with wand in toe and shouted, "Expelliarmus." As though a roped had been tied to the assailants wand it flew forward from him a few paces. The person's body went rigid as their head whipped back and forth to see where the sound came from.

 "Night, night you monster," their eyes would briefly meet as Dex announced, "Stupefy!" Just like a sack of potatoes you try to help your mom with but she just barely misses your hand's, he dropped. An old quote from his father back in his younger years whizzed into his brain fast as could be ," Just because those around you seem to be evil, or have bad intentions does not mean they were always bad people. Some times, our past makes us into..." blah blah blah, lecture me some other time.

 Even for Dex, these missions were a test on his brain. Sure, we all had dealings with intense situations growing together from our primary schooling to Auror training. However, the test of a being is how they handle themselves against the chaos factor. The chaos factor, in this instance, is a bunch of out of their mind wack jobs that none of us could, morally, control. There for, Dex's mind was being trained little by little to deal in situations that were out of his control. All he could do was move as a team, communicate as a team, and make damn sure that Iz knew Dex's dominance amongst us. I mean, amongst these situations. It would be selfish for him to just want to beat out a friend with...ah screw the maturity of it all. Dex wanted to dominate as best as possible without endangering others.

 He may have a heart to win, but damnit he couldn't live with himself if others fell over something routine as a crazy cult. Blinders on, breathing deep, now it is on to the next one.

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Keira grumbles under her breath. She hates the rain. Utterly despises it. She glares up at the sky. "Why did it have to rain tonight?" she mumbles under her breath. She sighs softly, and waits for Izaiah to start it all off. She watches as Izaiah stands, and projects their crest. She shakes her head. Things weren't going to go well. She releases a small gasp as she sees how Izaiah was cut off from the spell cast towards him.

As soon as that spell was cast, she moved swiftly. Her first target was a group that were huddled together. Flicking her wand, she sends a Ventus Jinx towards the group, sending them flying. This made it easier to use stupefy on them and Petrificus Totalus; her favourite full body-bind curse. She yelps, lunging for the ground, barely missing the Avada Kedavra curse sent her way. "Damn it," she hisses.  "I hate rain!"

She sends a Confundus Charm in the direction the Avada Kedavra curse came from. She didn't want the others to be hit by the witch or wizard, as they were quite the sharp caster. She continues to move, wondering where the others were. She had come in from the opposite direction to Izaiah, so she was actually behind most of the enemy, making it easier for her to stun them. Even though she loved changing up her spells, she was getting quite bored, so she stuck to Stupefy.

She feels someone coming up from behind her, and she ducks down, narrowly missing the person. She lunges for the stumbling person now in front of her, knocking them to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snarls, using Lumos. She glares at the witch below her. "Are you stupid? Who in their right mind would try to tackle someone in a fight like this?" Keira looks so incredulous at that moment.  "You people must be dumb. That's how we easily found you."

She points her pine wand at something in front of her, muttering "Everte Statum," before pointing it back at the witch. "I'll see you in a few hours," she says flatly, before saying "Immobulus." She stands up, and stretches a little, feeling rather sore. She hated being knocked to the ground, and hated knocking others to the ground even more. It couldn't be helped in her line of work though. She sighs, and moves on.

Stay safe, Izaiah, Dex, Demi, Celio, Lucrica... she thinks to herself, not even bothering to add Mandy to the list. She really doesn't like that girl. The others, however, she wouldn't wish anything bad to happen to them.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Yuu is a fairly handsome boy standing proudly at a height of 6'2", with a weight of 178 pounds. He has a slightly pale complexion, and has the appearance of a rather lanky and slightly frail boy. However, he is rather well built much to most peoples surprise, being caught off guard by a "weak" appearing trainer others can usually assault. He is fairly confident in both body, spirit, and battle which often leaves him in a cheerful mood with a confident bona fide smile.

The boy sports uncombed, messy hair which he doesn't bother to brush, even though he carries around a hairbrush. One of the most notable facets is his naturally tinted lavender hair which sort of runs in the family, mainly from his mothers side with their unusual hair colors. There are a few dark streaks in his hair which came from him dyeing the roots a blackish hue which has slightly faded. Another well known part of his guise is his violet iris' which are rather piercing to say the least. They have a strange semblance, one of which is a mix of bleak anguish and hopeful spirit embedded within.

Although he doesn't actually have a particular taste for fashion, his usual getup features a blue jacket with feather-like tufts, a green tank-top, beige pants, and stylish black shoes (shown wearing). He also has a white jacket with weird ear-like things on the hood, a blue striped pull-over, and blue pants. He also sports a green jacket with a few other dapper clothes on him in his inventory that he can adorn himself with. He also seems to love three different colors the most, and will generally react to such things in a positive way.

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Just Outside New Bark Town
Zeph Bagley

As Zeph attempted to fend off the attacking bird Pokemon, he became aware of someone shouting from below and glanced down to see a girl about his own age standing on the ground below. She had distinctive purple hair and an accent he couldn't truly place.

Also, she seemed to be laughing at him.

"Well, I didn't think it was possible to fail so hard! Did you forget the training wheels? Or did you think you could actually fly?"

Zeph frowned, and if he hadn't been busily trying to fend of the flock of attacking Spearow, he would have shouted out some kind of comeback.

Well, if he could think of one. Which at the moment, he could not.

He opened his mouth to spit out some kind of rebuttal, when the purple-haired girl spoke again. She was still laughing, but her tone had a little less edge. "Need some help getting down from there?"

He did, indeed need help. But his injured pride was at stake here, and he was not about to accept help from someone who had mocked him a second earlier. "N-no!" he stammered out. "I'm fine! Totally fin-" But he didn't get to finish, as there was a worrying creak, followed by a snapping noise.

Uh oh.

His weight had taken its toll on the branch at last, and he and the branch started hurting down to the ground, hitting many other branches on the way down. Without thinking, Zeph started waving his arms around madly.

"Catchmecatchmecatchme!" he shouted as he starting falling towards the girl.

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New Bark Town
Mattie Linder

More people had started to gather round the lab as Mattie approached, and her walk became slower and more cautious as she got close to them. A couple of them had already started a conversation, so she hovered around the edge, unsure when would be the right time to speak. However, just as she was about to open her mouth, something of a... disruption broke out.

One of the girls, a redhead like Mattie, got upset and ran off crying after one of the boys spoke to her. Behind her long fringe, Mattie blinked as she watched the girl leave, perplexed as to what could have upset her so. However, she didn't have time to ask or even say anything before the other potentional trainers started filing into the lab.

Oh. Okay. Perhaps she could introduce herself later.

Yeah.

Later™.

Mattie followed the others into the lab quietly, none of them seeming to take much notice of her. She saw one of the other kids sit down in a large, somewhat important-looking chair and fall asleep. She had no idea why. Maybe he wasn't actually there to get a Pokemon. Maybe he was just here...

... to sleep?

Yeah, that made no sense, now that she thought about it.

Oh well. Mattie sat herself down in one of the chairs at the side, waiting to be called on, and waiting in case not all of the trainers had arrived yet.

[Assistant]
~Abigail Blanchett~

"N-no! I'm fine! Totally fin-"

Hah. He was totally not fine. Those Spearow were definitely not happy that he had flown straight into their nest. Not to mention that tree branch looked rather...weak. But well, he said he didn't need her help so she might as well just get going to the lab. No sense in helping him if he was so sure about him being fine. Well...she would have if the branch hadn't suddenly made a loud creak followed by a snapping noise. The boy started falling, and Abigail reacted perhaps a bit more rashly than she was used too.

She ran forward, though she didn't really know why. She should have just let the guy land on the ground. That would have been funny. Still, him getting hurt would probably be a bad idea...and well, she was awesome so letting him get hurt on her watch was bad. She wasn't fast enough to catch, him though and in an attempt to dive forward, her foot got caught on a loose rock causing her to trip. Instead, she slammed into the falling kid at full-sprinting speed.

"Ooooowww..." She groaned. She must have hit her head pretty hard when that twerp landed on her. She rubbed her head, as she tried to ignore the bruise there. As the slight dizziness subsided, she attempted to stand up, but found something...or rather, someone was on top of her. The kid from earlier must have somehow ended up on top of her when they fell.

"G-get off!" She said, trying to shove him off of her. And...was that Cerise?

Goddamn it, sucks to be this guy. She hoped this he had life insurance.

~Cerise Fontaine~

That insufferable welp! She should have her lawyers sue him for everything he had! That would involve too much of a headache for a philistine like him though. At least once she found Abigail she could have her thoroughly deal with him in an appropriate matter. She could even get everyone else on her side as well, if she played her cards right. She may have to reign in Abigail a bit though. The purple haired girl could get a little...excessive sometimes.

The only problem was that...well, she had no idea where she was. She said she was going to be coming from Cherrygrove by a vehicle. At least, that was her plan. Judging from the time she should be here already. Maybe it would have been better to hang around at the lab, then? Well, out of sight of that idiot. After that stunt it wouldn't be a good idea to hang around him. At least, not in front of the others.

It was then, she heard a rather loud snapping noise - it sounded like something heavy had fallen. There was a scream with it as well, sounding like someone saying 'Catch me' over and over again. Well, now that was probably going to be a sight to see. She had only intended to view from afar and not get involved. Whoever had fallen deserved whatever injury they got, from probably doing something stupid. However, when she finally reached the place of the voices....

"A-Abigail!?" Cerise shouted, quite loudly. "Wh-what are you-?" No no no. This...she was misinterpreting something here, that was certain. However, something about seeing her friend under that guy in such a manner...made her feel a tad bit mad. Not like she cared if she got a boyfriend or anything...but, well...She shot a brief glare at the guy while his back was too her, before remembering why she had come looking for her friend in the first place. She softened her gaze, before walking over to Abigail with a sniffle.

~Elms Lab~

True enough, the door to the lab was unlocked, like always. Elm didn't like locking the door for multiple reasons, though if you talked to Alfred you'd discover the main reason was because Elm always forgot too. Elm would say he didn't want to lock it in case of emergencies, though.

As the trainers started shuffling in, they were greeted by a cheery Alfred. This was his first time doing something like this, so it was expected he was a bit on the excited side. It was almost impossible for him to not be. It looked like they were missing quite a few trainers still, though. They were late, then. Not that it mattered too much, they had all day to get here, or at least until the pokemon ran out. That shouldn't happen though, since they had more than enough for the applicants.

"H-hello!" Alfred started, as he introduce himself to the trainers. "Welcome to New Bark. I'm, uhm, Alfred Elm. I'm Professor Elm's assistant. He'll be here soon, probably, so uhm, if you could all sit here and wait on the other trainers..."

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-Yuu Nozomu : New Bark Town-

As the girl spoke her part truthfully, Yuu was glad she thought that way as he wasn't one to disagree with rational speech. Rotating his head towards Gwen, he saw her scold him for his own insolence on the matter. Mere seconds later he found himself staring a bit longer at her, eyes without remorse, but shock about how she quickly dropped it. Pondering on it, Yuu did understand why as it wasn't something to dwell on for too long. Letting it go, Yuu gave a small, but truthful smile before pushing his bangs away from his hidden eye.

"Well if your the designated brat of the group, you've got your work cut out for you since you've acted much more mature than either of us. I may have been trying to demonstrate a point to her, but I feel I was a bit of a dick while doing so... I could try to clear things up with her once she comes back by apologizing a second time..."

As he spoke, he was a bit guilty still, but he also conveyed a lax presentation of himself by loosening his shoulders and letting them dangle more. Even though she seemingly wasn't in the mood, he said his piece... although it was a tad bit rude do her to just do that. However, she also answered a forlorn question that finally came to a close.

Yuu really wanted to just facepalm so hard right as he honestly never knew the door was unlocked... nor did he carry out the task he marks himself down for which made it even worse. Looking to the side, he slightly furrowed his eyebrows as he scratched the back of his neck with two fingers. Frowning slightly due to his own shortcomings, he sighed softly too himself before questioning himself.

"Why didn't I seriously check the door earlier," he uttered to himself as he let his working hand come back to waist level. As Gwen shouted to the slumbering Avery, Yuus eyes darted over to the scene where the boy automatically responded to the girl by slowly trudging over to the lab, and entering in. Yuu barely managed to make out a faint smile that was targeted for... someone by Avery.

Yuu shrugged before taking notice of a red-headed girl with hair that looked to be obscuring her vision. The boy wondered if she had the same looking impedement he did since on of his eyes was usually hidden from sight. He couldn't honestly tell if the girl didn't notice him as she did shuffle into the lab. Being the one lonely trainer out here, Yuu jammed his foot between the door and the opening. Analyzing the area around him, Yuu scouted to find any excess trainers lingering about but none were present.

With his analysis finished, Yuu quietly opened the door and slipped in conspicuously, blending in amongst the crowd of... one? From what he saw, everyone was procuring a free seat amongst the benches and chairs within the lab. He counted only two people though amongst the group which left him beffudled. Yuu swore he saw Avery enter the lab... "Maybe he is a ninja?... Nah, Avery wouldn't sneak around here... wait."

Yuu noticed a set of doors that were open that lead into the back of the lab. The boy pondered if that was where the lanky guy hid himself. Before given a chance to further investigate, a familiar boy bursted through the doors. He was sure that he saw him before, however his memory wouldn't commit itself to giving up that info. This left him a bit bugged mentally and he crossed his arms in a struggle to recall the boy.

As the assistant spoke with cheer embedded in him, Yuu took note of how the short boy in glasses fumbled over a couple of his words. The boy honestly could not tell if he was jittery with excitement or plain nervous. Either way, he introduced himself as Alfred Elm, an assistant of his grandpa. "Pleasure to meet you Alfred, my name is Yuu Nozomu," Yuu replied to the possibly rhetorical speech, smiling at him calmly. "You know, maybe we could take this time to all get acquainted with each other."

Rotating his head to the other remaining trainers in the presence of the assistant, smirking at them before jamming his hands into his coat pockets. Quietly scanning over the two, Yuu was sure the girl with a striped jacket and torn jeans never introduced herself to anyone in the vicinity yet. Feeling this was the time to break the ice, Yuu strode over to the red-headed chick in an attempt to maybe learn about who she was and why she wants a pokemon.

Once he was adjacent to the girl, he shined her a smile before attempting to strike up a conversation with her. Withdrawing his hands from his pockets, he let them swing to the side, limp. "You've been pretty quiet all this time, nervous miss," Yuu quizzed her, still keeping a smile on his face as he tried to pierce pass her hair and look at her eyes. As he struggled to find where they were within the messy red jungle, Yuu continued on as he wasn't done with this conversation and would not let it ends if he couldn't see the color in her eyes.

"My name is Yuu Nozomu, the guy who is going to conquer the pokemon league... or at least try anyways, heh..." Chuckling slightly at the confident assessment, that was one of his tasks he was aiming to accomplish on his journey. Yuus smile was bold and unyielding, a contrast to the awkward one he was showing earlier. Going on, Yuu ruffled his hair a bit before finishing up what he started.

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask, what's your name?"


[System]
UserName: Lucius Cypher
Age: 19

Mageblood type: Lues

Favored Magic Class: Psychomancy

Previous Magic training: None. She doesn't even know she has mage blood.

Race: Narsea Human

Appearance:

Short Bio: Annabeth is the youngest child of three. She grew up on her family's farm, which her father got after serving some time in Eania's Royal Guard. Her mother died giving birth shortly after she was born, so she grew up under the same mannerisms as her brothers, at least until she was old enough to care about such things as being feminine. Her eldest brother, Rendar Gulch, one day left the farm when he discovered that he had Mage Blood and went to train at the Twilight College so that he may join the Royal Guards like his father had. This left Annabeth to help run the farm with just her father and her other older brother Brendan.

But about a few years later, Annabeth's father grew ill. He was old, and his time was coming to an end. By this time it would be up to Annabeth and Brendan to take care of the farm. Rendar came home to help take care of their ill father, but things took a turn for the worse. Bandits attacked the farm one night, stealing nearly everything of value and burning their home to the ground. Annabeth was saved by Brendan, but he was struck down just as they were about to flee. It was then that Rendar went into such a rage that he killed all the bandits in a single lightning strike, so powerful that it leveled the entire farm into a crater. Annabeth was lucky to not have been killed herself.

That day Annabeth and Rendar had to bury the remains of their brother and father at the same place where their mother was buried at. Rendar told Annabeth to move with some family back at Eania, and since she didn't really know what else to do with her life, she did as he told. She lived there for a short while with her other family members, but part of Annabeth didn't want her to stay. She wanted to become more powerful than just the frail farm girl, someone who could take care and protect her friends and family. She felt weak, and she was going to do something about it.

Though it was difficult finding one willing to teach a girl, she took up swordsmanship. She fought with a sword and small shield, and even learned grappling using knives. As she continued her training, she received a message from the Twilight College from someone named Lucilia. Apparently something had happened to her brother, and they would like to extend a helping hand to his next of kin. Fearing the worse, Annabeth packed her things and headed towards the college. She didn't know what happened to her brother, but she was determined to save him.

Good Attributes:
Silk Hiding Steel – Annabeth may look like a demure young woman, but hidden underneath her unassuming appearance is a fierce warrior. She hasn't gotten into a real fight personally, but she has honed her mind to be able to operate in the heat of battle with grace and efficiency.
Horse Rider – Annabeth is an excellent horse rider, and while some may be more difficult than others, she can easily adapt to different horses and riding styles.
Archer – When she lived back on the farm Annabeth helped her brother hunt when her father was growing too old to do it himself. She's not the best shot, but to dismiss her as an amateur would be a mistake as well. She can land an arrow into a buck fifty yards away if she has time to lead it, and she has and is quite good at using her bow while on a horse, even as it's galloping at full speed.
Domestic Skills – Annabeth took care of the house back at the farm, and she didn't lose any skills when she moved. Her family owned an inn, and despite owning it for twenty years, Annabeth pretty much took care of most of the physical duties and chores during her time there. Cleaning, cooking, organizing, talking to customers, if she didn't do it, it was because she was busy doing something else important.

Bad Attributes:
Unexperienced – Despite all her training, Annabeth has only done just that: training. She's never been in a serious confrontation before, and the only time she did she had to be saved by her brother. She's no warrior despite what her skills may tell you.
Light Weight – Referring to Annabeth's physique and to her alcohol tolerance. Annabeth is strong, but she's also rather small. She can train her body to lift and use a ten pound sword with ease, but a hard blow will likely shatter bones if she doesn't protect herself properly. And it only takes half-pint of ale to make her loopy. Worse if she actually gets poisoned, as her immune system isn't the best.
Naïve – Annabeth's something of an optimist. This isn't bad in itself, but it's almost absurd how often she thinks that some people or things could be reasoned with or how good something could be. Though it is partly so she can cope with whatever tragedy she's going through at the moment, the denial can be more detrimental than trying to make light of a very bad situation.

Secret Word: Rebirth

Rewards: Stealth Ring

[User]
Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak rubbed his chin as he looked over the map, noting any apparent places of interest. "Hmm, I was wondering what became of the information we uncovered. It is good to see that our work has not gone to waste; or at least, not yet. It will be a diplomatic mission, you say? A few years ago, I would have told you that I was entirely unqualified, except perhaps as a bodyguard, but now, I believe my abilities are strong enough to be of some use. I just hope the other students who join us on the mission are as...cool-headed as us. I would not want someone like Alaira anywhere close to this task."

Being rid of his serious demeanor for a moment, Ssarak grinned towards Meirin. "Though, there are still some things with which I will need your help. If it is a diplomatic mission, I should look the part of a diplomat, but I am not as well-versed in Djarkel fashion as yourself. I do not suppose you have anything in my size, do you?" He joked. "You may need to help dress me up as a 'proper' member of Djarkel high society. With your help, I may not look completely like a fool."

Ssarak stood up from the bed, letting out a breath towards the door. "I suppose I should go speak to Lucilia right away, before the mission is filled completely. I would not want to miss the chance to join you. I may be able to convince her to give us something to purchase proper clothing, if she has not thought of that already. Besides that, I believe I am going to have quite a few questions for you about Djarkel over the next few weeks."

[Assistant]
☆ Helena ☆

Helena sat and half listened to the conversations that were going on around her. She knew some names and she at least recognized every face in there. She'd seen them all often enough to know if they were student or staff or teacher. But that was about it for the most part. She was fairly certain that the ones at the table with her were named Baulder, and...well maybe she didn't know enough names. That would have to be fixed. They were talking about one not the missions that had been posted. She was fairly sure at least. She'd only half heard half of what they were saying. It was rude to listen to others conversation after all.

But she kinda needed to butt into their conversation regardless. Well, she could not, but she wanted the honey pot that was over by them and not within her reach. She cleared throat, looking to them as she pushed up her glasses on her nose. "Excuse me," she said, waving her fingers at them and trying to at least sound pleasant even if she was sure she looked like death. "Would one of you be so kind as to hand me the honey pot, please?"

[User]
E'nasha Williams

E'nasha couldn't help but smile as she heard Baulder say that he'd be going to Yarosmere with her, though she wasn't sure what he meant by her being an 'arbitration' to his decision. "You don't have to go to Yarosmere just because I am, but it'd be great if you did! Maybe, when we're done with the mission or if there's a lull, I could show you my village. Well, assuming we'd be anywhere near it at all." A large group of students walked in shortly after she spoke, and she felt a shiver run though her. Pulling her hands into the sleeves of her coat for a second, she sighed. "I suppose the cold can feel good in small doses, but it hinders you so much... at least you don't need to wear some bulky coat to protect yourself from heat."

She stopped grumbling after a moment, and realized that if she didn't finish her food soon the cold would get to it too. She quickly ate the last few bites on her plate, mentally cursing the cold for causing yet another annoyance to her today. "The food in Yarosmere is pretty good, I guess. It's not too different on a basic level from what we have here at the college, though the spices used in dishes and how the food is cooked can be very different. One of my favorite things is a type of lightly-spiced flat bread that you can put pretty much whatever you want onto, and you roll it up to eat." She wasn't sure what to do or say next, but then someone sitting not too far away at their table asked if she or Baulder could pass the honey over. She reached over to grab the pot, but her grasp fell short, her arm was just a few inches too far away to reach it.

Slightly embarrassed, she brought her arm back to her side and gently nudged Baulder with her elbow. "Could you pass the honey pot over to her please Baulder? I can't reach it." She turned to face the other woman and smiled lightly at her. "Are you feeling alright? You look like you may have caught a cold... Oh, sorry, I'm E'nasha, by the way."

[Assistant]
Baulder

Baulder continued shoveling food into his mouth with his hands and was finding he was running out. He would need to go back for more soon. "Yarosmere sounds like a "desert" from what.... I 'ave seen..read. I don't know what that really means. But you speak as if it's hot..... I wish to try this "desert". I'm not j-just....going for you or anything. I-i hear there is a lot of sand there." Baulder looked up at E'nasha for a second not halting his never ending consumption of meat. He saw her shiver and pull herself into her coat but Baulder didn't really feel any difference. "I rather like this being bundled up yes? I like this coat, from some traders that came in last week... yes they seemed tasty."

"Hmmmmmm..... just bread? Surely there is meat right? Of course, but does the bread go well with certain types of meat or do you just always eat it. Yes yes you will have to show me all of the food we find. New foods we can remember, give to the underhaven cooks, we needed a new venison recipe if I remember." Baulder shoveled the last of his meat into his mouth and quickly shredded it with his canine teeth. He ended up using his tongue to break up the meat just so he could swallow faster. Still chewing on his meat and his mouth being full he was unable to laugh at E'nasha's attempt to grab a honey bowl too far away from her. But he quickly realized she wasn't trying to get it for herself. It amused him though that other people had shorter arms than him, come to think of it, he was quite a bit taller than her wasn't he? He hadn't really thought about it that much since they spent so much time sitting down when they were together. Maybe that was why they did then?

When E'nasha asked him to get it however he quickly glanced at his tray then back to her. He held up one finger in front of him as he got up from his chair. As he got up his head felt light for a moment while he brought John into existence on Tienn. Without even looking at what was now nearly a mirror John reached over the table and passed the honey to the newcomer. "Bauuuulder ssssends his thank...... get more foooood wasssssssssss where..... he wents to, he tell." John then sat down at the table for a moment before Baulder came back over with another large mound of food on his tray. He began to sit down right on top of John as the demon then disintegrated into quickly dissolving ash and took his place again.

"He says he doesn't like the trivial things, we know he doesn't mind them." Baulder said before he began shoveling down more food once again. It then clicked for Baulder that he should atleast acknowledge the new person. So he managed to get a smile with his food still full of what he now guessed was chicken. He quickly turned back to his heap of food and began putting a dent in it.

[User]
Annabeth arrived to the mess hall. It was lively, and she noticed that one of her co-workers from Underhaven was also here. Since today was the day people were going out for missions, it made sense that any vampires who would be going should have a quick access to their food too. It was kind of strange how... Normal it was for Annabeth to just accept the fact that she works with people who drink mortal blood. She even worked along man eaters and cannibals. But for Annabeth, that was just business as usual. Either she had nerves of steel, or was secretly rather twisted...

But the grumbling in her tummy made Annabeth focus on feeding herself. She walked over to the kitchens to get her food: corned beef on wheat bread, two whole-fried pickles, and some blue cheese. She had a simple mug of water to drink, cool as the weather outside. Once she was on her mission, Annabeth wouldn't have such good food for some time. It may be nothing but hardtack, jerky, and dried fruits for days on end. "Heh. The college spoils me." Annabeth said quietly as she took a bite of her fried pickle.

Now there was still the matter of seating. There were plenty of seats and tables available, but Annabeth wanted to sit with someone she recognized. That's when she noticed two familiar faces: Baulder and Helena. It seemed odd that these two people would be with each other, considering Baulder's.... Reputation and the fact that Helena was new. There was also another dark skinned girl sitting with them who seemed to be friends with Baulder. Annabeth never met her before, but now was a better time then ever. So Annabeth went over to their table, placing her food down but not sitting just yet. After all, she should ask first. "Good morning. May I take a seat here?"


[System]
Age/Race/Gender: 31/Human/Female

Appearance: Amy stands at about 5'3 with a mildly athletic body. She has light blonde hair and hazel eyes, and unbeknownst to many, she has a tattoo of a cherry blossom branch stemming near her left hipbone which wraps around her side and up the center of her back. For casual wear, she can be seen in dark leggins, brown boots, and a slightly large light-colored sweater.
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Occupation: Espionage agent/linguist

Weapons
* Multi-tool kit
* Laser pistol
* Ballistic rifle with long-range scope
* Obsidian blade

Armor: GRX Mach 2 is a custom powered armor designed to aid Amy in her tasks. It can effectively launch her about 30 feet in the air, and it has an autopilot setting which activates the moment it detects a stoppage or dramatic decrease in Amy's heartbeat. While in autopilot, the armor's main goal is to escape any imminent danger by taking cover or escaping, or as a last resort when no other means are possible, taking the offensive until the threat is eliminated or it is destroyed along with Amy inside. Additionally, the armor's headpiece allows Amy to see basic shapes and outlines, although it lacks to ability to help her see clear details.

Items
* Travel bag with some of her belongings.
* A small sensor gadget which detects sound and movement within a 100 ft diameter, even through obstacles such as walls or furniture.
* Portable hand-held device she uses to listen to music or other audio files such as books, TV programs, etc.

Skills: Amy has a heightened sense of hearing. She's skilled in hand-to-hand combat and is an expert navigator.

Powers: N/A

Other: She is blind in both eyes.

[User]
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"What The Hell Are You?"
A collaborative post between Azereiah and Crossfire

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After all the delays, Stryker had finally arrived outside the door to the Storage Room door. He found that the door wasn't responding when he touched the panel to slide it open. A few more tries, and still it didn't budge. Finally, he took out his datapad and hit the override controls to force the door open.

Stryker walked inside to witness a mass of wires spread and strung around the small room like a complex spider's web. The 2 androids on standby nearby.
"Ok, here to talk, first you have to explain what the fuck all this is about" Stryker said in a commanding tone and his gestured to all the wiring.

In response, the Tower's frontal hatch swung upen to reveal a console and screen. Some various bits of hardware were scattered about inside of the machine, suggesting that it had its own manufacturing capabilities of some sort. The screen turned on and, after a few moments of boot-up time, a very generic face appeared, which began to speak. The voice was broken -- with a lot of background noise of various sorts and difficulty maintaining pitch and playback speed, but it was perfectly understandable with some light concentration.

"Survival, sir. I am not a fa&/fa&/&segfault.01xff11 -- I am not fond of exposure to lethal doses of debris, bullets, and energy bursts," it said. The generic face on the screen broke into a slight smile as it continued. There seemed to be some bugs with the voice control systems. "...So I made some minor upgrades to the ship."

A small scrap of paper flopped out of an old-style receipt slot, listing the infected systems. All RCS thrusters, the engines, a number of doors, and a number of cameras freshly mounted externally were present on the list. Stryker was taken aback at the sight before him, he'd never seen technology like this before. He reached out cautiously to take the paper and scanned down through it quickly, before tucking it into his pocket.

"Right" he said, still not sure if this was even real "So what the hell are you, and how were you able to access my ship's systems without setting off an alert?"

An extra pair of cables wiggled out of a port and waved around in the closest equivalent to 'jazz hands' that Ren could manage, and the face on the screen shifted to a shit-eating grin. "Magic, of course! Though, in all seriousness, your ship has only standard design features in terms of security. It would not adequately stand up to any nanotechnologogical attacks, for example. Those are a thing now, right? I forget how far along that tech has come."

Shortly after speaking, the screen flipped again, this time to a 3D diagram of the Revenant, slowly rotating. Red dots were regularly scattered across the entire image with blue, snakelike lines representing the cables spreading out from the position of the Tower. If Stryker had read through the schematics of the ship at all, he would recognize the positions of the red blips as damage sensor packages, all of which were spaced no less than two meters from the cable indicators.

"As for what I am... Would you believe me if I said that I was hu/hu/hu/hu/&FATALERROR.f2xfb14/[Debug Report Sent to Manufacturer]--", it said, complete with a Windows XP era error sound. The screen went black for a moment to return to the bootup screen and Renli, standing in the corner, completed the Tower's statement for it in almost jarringly unbroken speech. "...If I said I was human? I can show you after my brain finishes rebooting." Renli seemed rather annoyed by the crash.

"I don't as a matter of fact" Stryker said, arms folded "I think that you think you're human, wouldn't be the first bot to have a few screws loose," he continued. Renli's eye twitched annoyedly in response, but he held his tongue. Showing would be better than telling.

"You do what you have to do, but I'm on a bit of a time limit, so let's get right down to it. I've told the Alliance that we've picked up a couple extra hands, but I've left the details out. As far as they're concerned, these two" he cast a glance at Renli and Rento "came from the Mining Station.... unless someone recognizes them, and scrolls back through the security feeds of the cameras mounted everywhere in the ship to see the truth. She already told us they had to get away from the Alliance, so what's stopping me from turning you over... in short, why should I let you all stay?"

"You should let me stay because removing me from the ship would require more firepower than your internal hull can handle without long-term repair work. My shields are up and it's not worth the effort of setting off explosives in the central storage area. And then there's this..."

The tower came back online and, as Renli had said, the Spherical structure sitting on top opened up along the central seam to reveal a number of easily identifiable repulsorplates, a small shield module, and some very unique hardware - specifically, what appeared to be a dark grey and black human brain sitting within a dome of transparent aluminum oxynitride. The brain was softly pulsating under an artificial heartbeat, with off-white 'veins' spread across it. It could be safely assumed that heavier-duty hardware was present underneath in the main tower. Renli went inactive again for the Tower to speak.

"I strongly believe that I am worth more to you on this ship than in an Alliance laboratory. This ship does not have a built-in intelligent computing system and I am willing to work as such in exchange for not being fucking vivisected. My avatars are available to work as parts of the away team and ship crew as necessary." At the mention of vivisection, images of lab rats split open on a surgical table flashed across the Tower's screen in rapid succession, and there was a hint of fear in its voice.

"Ok, I can see your point.... I have one last question. And this is going to be pretty important.... can your systems access the Alliance's surveillance system? Like I mentioned, this ship is wired to the brim with cameras and microphones, and the footage gets automatically transmitted out when we're in range of an Alliance network link. It'd be extremely beneficial to our mutual interests if you could get in and mess around with.... certain aspects of the footage"

Stryker tried his best to hide the shock and surprise he felt of seeing the brain. This thing was totally unlike anything he'd ever dealt with before, and worse yet, if it turned hostile, they'd be completely subject to its will. Everyone on board the ship was a potential hostage to this strange being.

"Let's put it to the test" Stryker said "If you can, access the camera in this room, right above my head... show the feed on your screen, and then erase yourself from the frame."

The machine responded cheerily while closing the lid on its spherical portion. "Of course. I hadn't considered it, but I suppose I could give it a try. Let's see here..." One of the cables slowly rose across the room and quickly melted its way into the wall above the doorway, just beneath the camera. A quiet snipping noise could be heard as wire insulation was stripped away and clamped, followed by a louder 'pop', indicating that the wire had been severed. The tower's screen switched to a bright smiley face for a moment, then started importing the camera feed. It was a top-down view of the room, and from the angle, it didn't appear as though it would've been able to see under Ren's 'skull lid'.

"Oh, now that is delicious. Modern video feed, hm? I haven't seen a picture this smooth in years. Maybe I'll use something like this for my next modification... Oh, but the camera feed needs to be modified. I'm not the greatest with data editing, but I can put through a dummy image, if I'm understanding this thing's output format right."

The image on the screen flickered for a moment, then wavered, and in a few moments it had morphed to a video feed of Stryker standing in a mostly empty storage room, checking a crate and ticking off boxes on a clipboard.
 "If they're recording images and audio, then you may need somebody else to go in and tamper with the ship's memory at the first available opportunity, as I am mostly unfamiliar with modern data storage methods. I will however provide falsified footage and recordings to fill any erased data."

The machine sent out another bundle of cables to search out the remainder of ship cameras before adding one final note. "Before you leave, Captain, I figured I should introduce myself. My name is Ren."

[Assistant]
If Maxi was stronger and able to, he would have thrown the idiot right the fuck out of the med bay for being such a prick. He did his best to keep his expression of calm about him, to give off the impression that Arex's actions meant little to nothing to him, but it was clear after a point that Maxi was LIVID. He shot glares from behind his glasses, and was about to give the imbecile a piece of his mind when Stryker entered the room. Maxi's intention of giving the guy a piece of his mind and storming out of there was crushed by an order- an unarguable order to fix Arex up. The look he gave Stryker from behind his glasses was one filled with venom. "Fine, BOSS." he grumbled, not even trying to hide his spite towards the order. Fix the arrogant shithead, he'd fix the arrogant shitheads personality by leaving him to bleed out if he was allowed…

 He took a breath to steady his thoughts, and turn to Arex. "Sit down." He didn't even look to see if Arex followed the order- he simply started to look for the supplies that he needed amongst the mess that Arex left behind, and set them down at his work station. He intentionally "forgot" to grab any sort of painkiller- he may have to do the procedure, but he wasn't obligated to make it a pleasant experience. He looked briefly at the alien girl- it seemed her and Arex had some… personal, mind to mind business to attend to. The thought of someone reading his mind was a bit creepy, but he figured she wouldn't do so out of the blue. She was asking Arex, after all. Maxi tapped a finger on his side, waiting for his… patient… to get seated.

[User]
What did Tibulus make while Stryker was gone?

When Stryker came in to address the situation, all Tibulus gave was a simple nod, then he went back to tinkering around with his tech. Not before long was there a small little robot driving around on the ground, albeit it wasn't a mechanical marvel. It was a rather simple RC vehicle with a few wheels and a small antenna coming off the back. It was being controlled by a small pad in Tibulus' hands, and it simply functioned like a normal RC car for the most part. There was one difference, and it was that it could jump a very short distance vertically. It didn't scale much more than a foot, but it was quite interesting to watch and play with. It appeased Tibulus for the time being until he had a small thought in his head. "I wonder if Stryker would let me join the crew in the next mission..." He may have been an ace pilot, but maybe the ground crew would need someone like him next time.

[Assistant]
@PlatinumSkink@Tickout

Arex groaned as he rubbed his head and replied. "I don't even want to be in my own head right now let alone have someone else in there too." He pauses to grit his teeth in pain. "But my earlier offer still stands." He quickly adds with a taunting smirk. Brash humour aside he hoped to detour any further questions on the topic.

His visit to the med bay didn't last too much longer. He avoided any further conversation and left feeling worse off than when he had arrived. The rest of the repairs on his severed arm he could sort out in his own time. Arex got what he needed from Maxi without killing him and now had other matters to attend. Where he not in such bad shape or a rush he might have caused more trouble before leaving. There would always be future opportunities.

A short moment later Arex found himself leaning heavily against the doorway to Amy's room for support as he banged against it calling for her attention.

[User]
The loud, unexpected banging on the door startled Amy awake from her nap. She rubbed her face in frustration when a familiar voice demanded she opened the door, and it only took her a few seconds to realize who it was.

"I don't want anything to do with you!" she shouted, sitting up on the bed as a wave of anger suddenly hit her. Regardless of the fact that she was wearing her pajamas—a plain white t-shirt and light blue shorts—Amy stomped across the small room until she reached the door and opened it just the slightest bit, the sheer weight of it throwing her off guard.

"Unless you have a work-related message to relay, your best bet is to turn around and go back wherever you came from," she said, her voice not as loud as before but nonetheless carrying the same level of hate. She had honestly assumed that Arex was dead, but now that she found out that wasn't the case, she couldn't help but feel even more contempt towards the man.

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