[System]
Age:17

Personality & Bio: Humorous and vivacious, along with being very nosy and somewhat laid back. He always tries to find interests in many new things that look to him as appealing, and shows favor and compassion to whoever needs it, whoever it may be. His parents live out of town so he stays with a close friend of his while attending high school, and off hours he makes what free time he has to do personal writing on his life and his encounters as a small hobby.

[User]
As the evening approached, Roland made a decision to go straight to bed early, but before he did he wanted to write into his journal about the day and what he had experienced before it came to an end. As he grabbed both the journal and the pen out of his top drawer in his room, he walked over towards his mattress and sat down beginning to open up the book and ready to write down his passage. Before he could, he heard a knock and looked to realize he was interrupted by Steven who was getting ready for his shower wearing only a pair of jeans and decided to say a few things at his bedroom door before doing so.

"Hey. Getting ready to write again huh? Well my parents just wanted me to come up and tell you that we have some leftovers from dinner earlier so if we want to take that with school with us tomorrow instead of eating the cafeteria food they said to go ahead. Just wanted to let you know."

Roland nodded his head to an understanding as he replied."Sounds good. All right then I'll see you in the morning. Good night Steven." As Steven waved at him for a goodnight and proceeded to his shower, Roland got back to his journal as he thought for a minute what to put down. While thinking, he kept his eraser part of the pencil onto his chin for a quick second trying to think, but then pressed somewhat hard to realize a small sting of pain he felt from earlier, and then he remembered. As the thought of his memory had hit him, he gripped his pencil firmly and pressed it down into an empty page of his journal as he began to write.

Roland's evening summary, Tuesday

Another day gone, one that had me face something quite unusual…..or someone in that matter. Where she came from or why she was here only stands as a mystery right now, but it's one I tend to figure out and solve. Some girl named Avery….some new girl that just came out of nowhere, and….well….I really don't know how to describe her. She seemed so scared and fragile, yet smart and intelligent as well. I even hurt myself trying to get her to talk to me, and even though she helped me, she still took off wanting me to stay away from her.

It doesn't make any sense, and it's leaving me confused as to what to do. Maybe I should just leave her alone and let her be.

But then again, I don't let things go so easily. Maybe if I can find someway to help her, then maybe….just maybe I might actually find out more about her. Maybe become her friend or something…..that's if she wants to be, maybe be her only friend. From the looks of it she seems alone, maybe not, but still. I'm going to try again tomorrow, due to the fact that she left me her treatment pad, so that could be a start.

As he closed up his journal, he got up and put it back in his top drawer, flipped off the light, and returned to his bed for a good nights sleep. Before he closed his eyes, he silently said something to himself, then went to sleep.

"I'm not giving up. I never give up."

[Assistant]
Avery was able to go to her room after she felt a little better after having another drunk beatin from her father. Her room just had a matress with old sheets and blankets, a simple old desk, and a dresser that did not hold very many clothes. She climbed ontp her matress not bothering to change at all and just pulled the blankets over her and tried to get some sleep at least before ahving to wake up early to make her dad breakfast. "When will this suffering finally end for me." She said to hrself as she fell asleep for the night.

Once morning came her alarm clock went off and her body felt stiff as she turned her alarm off and slowly got off her bed but saw no point of changing her closthes for her joints were to stiff. She got her backpack all set and found a pair of sunglasses for she knew that she had a black eye. Avery made it down stairs and got breakfast started. THe normal eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuts which non of it was for her since her dad never allowed her to eat so she had to sneak food when she could. Once she was done cooking she heard her dad come down the stairs. "Avery breakfast better be ready for I am not in the mood to be angry." He said for he had a nasty hang over. "Its ready dad." SHe said and he jsut took the plate of food and beer. "Get out now and get to school I do not want to see your face." He said as she grabbed ehr stuff and put her sunglasses on before getting out the door.

She let out a long sigh as she made her way down the sidewalk to the school and making sure her sunglasses stayed on her face for she did not want anyone to see her face.

[User]
As the alarm went off in his room, Roland turned in his bed trying to locate the alarm with blurry eyes as he awoke. Once he found it and shut it off, he opened his bedroom curtain to see a bright light of yellow sunshine hit him in the face, clarifying that morning had arose. Afterwards, he decided to take a real quick shower so he could get clean and woke up better before going to school, ensuring that he was awake and aware to what would happen, and what could happen. After his shower, he dressed himself and grabbed his journal out of his top drawer then presumed out of his room and headed out the door. He stopped at the front door for a moment to call out to Steven who took a little longer than expected to be ready to go.

"Hey Steven! Come on man, we're going to be late if you don't hurry!"

As Steven ran downstairs and tried to put on a jacket while doing so, he replied to Roland. "Ok, all right. Let's get out of here." As Steven made his exit and Roland closed the door behind both of them, they began making their way to school, and while doing so, Roland opened up his journal to begin his morning writing.

Roland's morning summary, Wednesday

Another morning, another school day. One that leaves me with a challenge to get a certain someone to actually sit down and cooperate with me. I need to remember that in order for me to get an actual conversation with you know who, I need to be somewhere that seems lonesome and peaceful, seeing that she likes these type of settings. But I also need to make sure that I can get her to trust me, making sure that she can come up and talk to me without worry or hesitation, because no one else seems to be trying due to they all think she's a joke. That's how it usually ends up on someone's first day of school.

Present yourself different than everyone else, and you mark your name as an outcast. Kind of reminds me when I first started school back when I moved here……….

As Roland's past childhood was mentioned to himself, his memories as a child came intact as he saw in his mind of an incident that occurred when he was just a little boy. Before he could go deeper into thought, Steven called out his name.

"Roland! ……Roland? …..HEY!?" As Roland shook his head quickly, his mind had come back to reality and to the current predicament, and as he looked down at his journal he decided that what he wrote would be good enough for a morning passage as he closed it up. After doing so, Steven asked him another question before arriving at school.

"Roland……you ok?" As Roland looked over to Steven, he smiled and replied to ensure that everything was fine. "I'm fine Steven, I'm just thinking that's all." And just after everything was said, they made their way into school.

[Assistant]
Avery was at her locker having a hard time moving for everytime she took a step all she felt was throbbing pain like she had just tried to run a marathon without training. HEr body felt stiff and she made sure her sunglasses stayed on her face for she did not want anyone to see her black eye and to make sure her arms were not exposed from under her sleeves. "Conceal don't feel....Concel don't feel don let it show." She said for all she wanted to do was hide it for she knew if she tried to tell anyone the beating would get worst and no one would believe her. Once she made sure her sleeves covered her arms and part of her hands she closed her locker and made her way to math class.

All the students stared at her and started to talk more. "What a loser she is wearing the same outfit as yesterday I bet is smells now." One girl said as she held her nose. "I bet she thinks those sunglasses will make her cool well it doesn;t she is just a loser I bet she is dirt broke." A guy said as she walked past them and knew they said it loud on purpose. Avery did her best to ignore it as she walked in the classroom to see that she was the first one in and just walked to the best in the back corner. Once she sat down she pulled out her sketch book and started a new drawing of another angel where a dark evil figure had chains wraped around the angels wings.

SHe had a real talent for drawing for it was her special talent but she knew at this rate she might not make it as a well known artist. SO she just used ot to help her get through life with her horrible father.

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After they grabbed everything that was needed out of their lockers, Roland and Steven made their way into class to realize that the bell hasn't rung yet and that they were the first two there, or at least so they thought. (Sighs) "I knew we were too early." said Steven who was not very excited about being the only ones in the classroom as he continued speaking. "Man everyone is out in the halls, and you never know we might miss something awesome, can we just go back outside?" As Roland tried to ignore Steven's complaining while looking around the classroom, he spotted someone of familiarity and found out that they weren't they only ones in the room alone. It was her.

"Steven, look." said Roland quietly as he tried to get Steven to spot the girl before he started complaining again. "It's her. What do we do?"

"What do we do? You mean, what do you do." Said Steven as he tried to make his point across. "I told you I'm not getting involved in this mess of yours, so if you'll excuse me." As Steven tried to make way to his desk, Roland stopped him for a minute before he could get there and asked him a question silently.

"Steven wait…..I got an idea. You go ahead and go back outside before the bell rings so that I can talk to her for a minute." Before Steven made it to his desk, he looked at Roland with a doubtful face, and as Roland looked back at him with his determined look, Steven rolled his eyes as he made his way back to the halls. "If something cool happens you won't be able to see it, but whatever you say man."

As Steven left the room, Roland saw his opportunity to finally see on what this girl's deal was. Without saying anything he sat at a desk that was close and next to hers while he observed on what she was doing. She looked as if she was either writing or drawing something in her sketch book that she had, so Roland found it amusing and questionable. Once he got comfortable, he looked at her without missing a beat and began to speak with one simple word.

"Hi."

[Assistant]
Avery did not hear Roland and Steven once they entered the classroom for she just spent her time drawingfor it helped her forget and once she got into the zone she tend to forget what is around her or that she might not be alone. She enjoyed her drawing time for it was her time, her time to feel like she was free and to feel alive for once instead of dead like she would feel when she was with ehr father. SHe drew the wings to look tangled with the chains that the dark figured held representing he was in charge and control of the angel.

But when Roland said hi to her all of a sudden she jolted a bit making sure her sunglasses did not fall off all of a sudden. SHe looked at him and was wondering why he was talking to her when she told him not to. "Uh hi." was all she siad before turning her focus back to her drawing hoping he would leave her alone. "I thought I told you it was best to not get near me or even talk to me." She said to him for she could feel him staring at her now and it truly made her uncomfortable. Avery started to tremble a bit showing she was scared and just wanted to be alone.

"It is best to not mess with a girl like me." She explained to him before turning her attention back to her drawing and flipped the page to a blank one and started to draw again a new sketch to help pass the time and for her to relax a bit or at least try to relax.

[User]
After Roland said his hello to the Avery girl, she looked at him to reply in a nervous tone. Roland thought to himself that this might be the chance that she will actually talk to him and he could get to know her, but instead she tried to make avoidable and distant just like their last encounter. She spoke towards him to remind him that she didn't want him near her and that it wasn't best to talk to her, and after she said what she had to say, she tended back to her sketch to whatever it was she was doing, but that wasn't enough to make Roland just get up and leave. As she got back to her hobby, Roland replied.

"Uh huh, but you can't get rid of me that easily." He smiled as he started to grab for something out of his book bag. "Besides I had to at least give this back to you." In his hand he had the treatment pad that she had given him yesterday for his face when he fell. He reached his hand out to her with the pad in his hand and spoke again.

"I think this belongs to you. I wanted to at least thank you for letting me use it. It was really nice of you, even though you still ran away from me." And as Roland finished speaking, his face expressed a gentle smile of kindness while he handed her what had belonged to her.

"Here, take it."


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Attire: Meredith has a particularly "rough and tumble" style to her outfits, giving her a rather rebellious and nonconformist air. She has a fondness for fur collars (though admittedly, it's more likely to be faux fur) as well as leather from time to time, as well as boots of all varieties. It's very rare (especially after she graduated from high school) for her to be found in anything that could be construed as even semi-formal, so it's pretty much all-casual all the time for her.

Arcana: II ~ The High Priestess

Weapon: An oar.

Personality: Despite her taste in clothing and seemingly punkish demeanour (accentuated by her naturally serious expressions), Meredith is in actuality a pretty amiable (albeit somewhat flighty) youth. She's welcoming, considerate and never seems to be actively malicious in any way. Anyone talks to her usually considers her to be a rather nice girl, and indeed, she is always happy to engage patiently with anybody who talks to her. An avid conversationalist, she takes to any topic with the utmost honesty, meaning that she can serenely do her best to keep up with every word thrown her way.

There isn't a moment where she isn't thoughtful, always musing on the nature of everything in existence, no matter if it's seemingly pointless or of a more esoteric nature. Meredith is an understanding girl, making use of her intuition and all the bits and bobs of knowledge she's picked up in a way that makes her a surprisingly good at giving out advice and mediating any issues you got. She's welcoming, after all, and it's like she really tries her best to "get" people.

Of course, that's not to say that people "get" her.

While it's not hard to strike a conversation up with Meredith, many are quick to realise that the young woman doesn't exactly prioritise the same things as what most would. They would describe her as somewhat ... ditzy and airheaded, her random musings sometimes completely dissociated from what's important at the time. She sets her own pace and follows her own instincts rather than simply accepting what's expected of her; the mind she has is incredibly open, so she sees no problem with just taking everything in and doing what she thinks is right in her own way. Sometimes she might seem insulting if she says what's at the forefront of her mind, but she's undeniably somebody with very few bad bones in her body.

She'll apologise immediately.

She's a good-hearted young woman, after all.

Backstory: Originally a resident of the ex-British colony of Hong Kong (and thus having started as somebody in possession of a "British Overseas Territories" citizenship), Meredith Fong was born to a pair of native Cantonese speakers from Yuen Long, spending the first few years of her life in the Hong Kong New Territories until her family moved across the world to the British Isles sometime around the handover, settling down in the city of Cardiff. While there were a few growing pains in adjusting to living in a completely different city with all its unique cultural and linguistic mores, the Meredith of then was young enough that she was quickly able to adapt to her new environment, treating Britain as equal a home to her as Hong Kong was (though she would frequently head back whenever the school hols came around to visit her cousins).

Most of her life was spent in relative normalcy. She knew nothing of the strange and occult (beyond reading up on some fun hocus pocus type books and dabbling with some Wang Long fortune telling with her cousins in HK when she was ten), nor was she much affected by the Apathy Syndrome that gripped many. She was curious of course, and sometimes worrying, but it was a distant mystery to her, and no matter how much she mused, no answer came that would explain why there were such unexplainable events occurring across the world.

So instead, she graduated from high school.

Meredith Fong was accepted into the History and Politics undergraduate course at Cambridge University, but instead of leaping straight into her post-secondary life, the young woman decided that she would defer. That she would take a year off, see the sights of the United Kingdom and have some nice and happy memories and experiences that would help her breathe in the positive vibes of life. Leaving Cardiff behind with a wave goodbye to her parents, she set off into the countryside, with nothing but some money, her beloved motorbike, and a head full of petty dreams.

She picked the wrong time to roll into London, however.

The capital was somewhere she thought would provide many experiences.

But as the P3 Syndrome continued without any sign of abating, Meredith arrived in a city down on its luck, a bleak, depressing pall having fallen over its great towers like the Great Smog of over half a century prior.

She had no clue what was going on.

But there were kids missing, and there were people who seemed pretty sad.

So she guessed she'd try her luck at messing with the occult again. Maybe she could bring a little more faith to people around her.

Theme Song: Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac

Note: Her name in Chinese is 馮羽傑 (Pinyin: féng yǔjié, Jyutping: fung4 jyu5 git6).

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Persona Name: Rhiannon (will evolve into the Morrígan)

Persona Appearance: A tall figure with the overall shape of a woman, the Persona that has taken the form of the goddess Rhiannon is a strange sight, having incorporated the traits of both horse and raven into its body. Two large, feathered wings begin from the shoulder blades and drape over to grip across the front of its body, overlapping in an armour-like fashion to grasp onto both sides of the waist, tightly guarding its entire chest. This dark, foreboding colour is contrasted by the snow-white of a mane that flows majestically down its head, extending out to cover the entirety of its back. The hairs begin at the top of a crow's head, also black, which replaces what should've been a human's head. However, there is a distinctly human element to the avian body part (one that admittedly makes it more inhuman), as the red eyes are those of a woman's, and when the golden beak opens, one may catch a glimpse of human lips within. Her clothing is made up of silken brocades where there are no feathers or mane, the golden fabric decorated with pure white stylised horses in the vein of the prehistoric figure found at Uffington.

Persona Skills: Eiha, Dormina, Patra

Persona Traits: Resist Physical, Resist Dark, Weak Fire, Weak Nuclear, Weak Psychic

Character Relevance:

Like the Rhiannon of the Mabinogi, who begot the hero Pryderi with Pwyll of Dyfed and later wife of Manawydan, son of Llŷr, Meredith is a young woman who follows her own pace in life, seemingly unbound and unfollowable. However, it is pretty clear that she is always welcoming the approach of others, and it is then that they will know of her compassion and kindness. She is a kind and intelligent girl like the Great Queen, and the image of that Briton has thus become the shape of her will.

[User]
"Again with this P3..."

I don't know why she's complaining about me bringing up the P3 thing, she's the one that mentioned it in the first place. Arthur wasn't really listening to the soldier that much but instead was thinking about if this soldier is trustworthy or is he just another government asswipe trying to steal our free will. I don't like the idea that we're just following some random soldier, we don't even know what country he works for. But he does now a lot more about this forest then me and the girl so maybe its best to stick with him, for now at least.

"Listen carefully, other humans outside the age of P3 syndrome were dropped into this world just like you two. They were being chased by that monster back there and were led down into that hole over there by a White Rabbit...I don't know the details, but it seems the rabbit was benign, so wherever that hole leads...it's safer than here. ...Or it could be a death trap they were lured into, I can't deny the possibility. Even so..."

"WWWWWHOOOOOOOOOA(!!), whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Whoa. Whoa..." Arthur looks over at Tylissa with a face of concern Oh no, she's panicking. I can only imagine how scared she is right now, and the soldier is definitely not making it any better for her. Everything he's saying is probably scaring the poor girl, like why would he say they lured us into a death trap near a child? Well, it's too late to change what he said so all I can do is make sure she doesn't panic any worse than she already has.

"You're telling me... or us, rather... that they're even more people that shouldn't be affected by this whole P3 thing but that are?! I'm sorry, but I... none of this makes any sense!"

Shit, too late she's already getting worse... All of a sudden Tyler just walks off towards the nearby path, Arthur didn't quite know why he walked off until he looked over at the path and saw another human walking along the path What the hell is he doing!? We don't even know if that "Human" is hostile or not

"Let's just go, I really cannot handle any more exposition dumps right now."

Arthur lets out a sigh of disappointment "Am I the only one that's thinking that this human might be hostile... Fuck it I guess I'll go. Arthur says to himself.

Arthur followed the soldier with Tylissa by his side, during the walk Arthur started talking to Tylissa "Hey, I understand that you must be very scared right now by everything that's happening and I just wanted to let you know that I won't let anything bad happen to you ok? So there's no need to be scared just remember that if something that scares you shows up, just hide behind me" Arthur didn't get a response back from Tylissa.

As Arthur got closer to the man on the path, Tyler extended his finger out towards him and Tylissa signalling them to stay put. Please don't get his attention.

"...Hey!" For the love of god.

After Tyler looked around and made sure the area was clear he signalled Arthur and Tylissa to come and meet the man. "Did you make sure the area was secure, squad leader." Arthur says with a smug tone in his voice as he approaches Tyler.

"Stepped through a mirror as well, right?"

"I think all humans here went through that god damn mirror." Arthur says with slight frustration.

"Hi there, mister. This is here Arthur, that there is Tyler, the army boy... Oh(!) and I'm Tylissa!" Arthur was shocked at how she had just gone from sad and confused to happy and full of energy. Well at least she sounds happier.

Arthur stares down the other man, giving him the evil eye while scanning him from head to toe. Arthur doesn't really notice anything wrong with this man, aside from the terrible haircut. "Wait, have you seen any of the weird looking monsters around here?"

Jest@AdmrlStalfos19@Godzillafreak54

[Assistant]
Jacob heard a voice calling out to him he notice someone another guy in the distance. He stopped moving and focused on whoever he was, until he approached him. The man glanced at him and seemed to scan him like he was injured or something with a surprise puzzling look on his face.

"Stepped through a mirror as well, right?" He asked him. Jacob didn't even smile or even looked surprised at all."I don't know man it's all crazy everywhere I look." Jacob replied he noticed two more people approaching, a girl and another guy who gave him the evil look, Jacob frowned at the guy back.

"Hi there, mister. This is here Arthur, that there is Tyler, the army boy... Oh(!) and I'm Tylissa!"
 Jacob gave a surprise look at her then then both Arthur and Tyler. "Nice to meet you miss, and hi." He said to Tylissa and Tyler respectively, but said nothing to Arthur.".

"Wait, have you seen any of the weird looking monsters around here?" Arthur asked, Jacob was confused, A Monster, what? he thought."The only thing I saw was guy who called himself the mad hatter or something I don't know.,I've seen nothing else in this god damn forest."

[User]
The High Priestess - Meredith Fong

It really was a bizarre land that she had been propelled her into. So much was happening, and so incredibly quickly at that. It was almost too much for a girl to keep up with. No time to become fully acquainted with the strange geopolitics of this alien world. No time to learn more about the benefactors/kidnappers/hosts who had called upon them for help. No time to even mourn.

The last thought was a sobering one. Meredith wasn't somebody who always dwelled on the negativeness in life, but that had been a kid who was simply ... gone. Just like that. It really hit home how unwelcoming this dream-like existence was. There shouldn't have been a reason for children to be here in the first place, right? They were supposed to be doing little bratty things safely and annoying their parents like she had done back when she was like, ten.

They weren't supposed to be stuck here with the monsters.

And that was what the P3 Syndrome had forced them into.

Meredith looked down at the strange contraption in her hands.

A simple, shiny thing that, if she'd understood those aliens correctly, would become a weapon with a squeeze.

She turned it over, its surface cool to her touch.

Just a squeeze, and she'd have ... powers, right? Like out of the movies.

Like a superhero.

She wanted to help some kids out. Maybe this would give her a chance.

"Here it goes."

Meredith squeezed, and the contraption transformed. It stretched itself out, elongating into a long, black shaft. At one end was a rounded, semi-rectangular shape, one that seemed to cut through the air with quiet ease, dividing the aether like it would the seas. Well-balanced and comfortably within her grip, its identity took a few more seconds to divine.

"Ah, it's an oar."


[System]
Nickname:She who Mauls, Mistress of Dread, One Before whom Evil Trembles, Lady of Slaughter, She who is Powerful, etc
Age:N/A
Gender:Female
Race:God
Pantheon:Egyptian
Weapon(s):Anything and everything she can get her hands on.
Powers: She has dominion over fire, war, dance, love, and medicine. However she excels quite a lot in fire, war and medicine.

Appearance:

Likes:Booze, killing, blood, murder, mauling, love, festivals, massacres,
Dislikes:Cowards, those she deems as evil, idiocy, boredom, those who break the Ma'at
Strengths: Murdering fools, fighting, killing, using fire, using fire to kill fools, is a cat, treating wounds, leading pharaohs, and fire murdering fools.
Weaknesses:Very large bloodlust, prone to going crazy at times, loves blood, is a cat.
Quirks: Is a cat. How much more quirky one can get without being a cat?
Fears:Cat fears. Mostly being stuck doing nothing, or having nothing to sate her bloodlust with. Or worst of all, no festivals to celebrate with booze.
Ambition: She's a cat god. She's pretty much content with her lot. She could always use more wars for more bloodshed though.
Personality:Fiery, boisterous, and loves to celebrate pretty much anything, she is nonetheless one of the more violent of the Egyptian gods, as well as being one of the more powerful. Once mired in bloodlust, it can take quite a bit to get her to calm down.

Father:Ra/Horus
Mother:Hathor
Siblings:Hathor, Bast, Serket, Tefnut and Shu
Pets: Several lions
History: Can be known as the Eye of Ra, when Ra saw the humans were acting up and conspiring against him, and sent her to kill them all. However, halfway through, the bloodbath that resulted caused him to repent, and sent an order to Sekhmet to stop killing the humans. Unfortunately she was deep in her bloodlust, and was having a blast killing people. She would have gone on to murder the entirety of the human race if not for the blood red alcohol that was offered to her. Thinking it was blood, she drank deep of it, and after several drinks fell asleep. She woke up with her bloodlust forgotten, so she went back to Ra and bothered him instead.

[User]
Bes'eshe Sethokpara

Her grey-green eyes widened, as Bes'eshe took account her father's sharp words. Idiot child for riling him! Set was a angry and wrathful God. Though he had never and would never raised hand to her, Bes'eshe had tested his patience a time or two but each time she had relented. As his eyes flash gold she sent a pray to Ra that the little fool knew to keep her mouth shut.  "Yes, Papas."  She nods her head, before watching the Lord of Red Sand dissipated amongst the dust and sand he wielded. Turning herself she scooped up a woven basket on each hip. One filled with the flax thread, the other filled with dyes. Looking back over her shoulder at Qel, Bes raised a brow.  "Next time you make him mad, there won't be a third. My father does not raise his might against women, you should apologize for your hubris."

Stepping out into the street, she raised the hood of her robe over her mass of hair. Walking through the street she labored under the weight, while tightly clamping down on her presence among the Gods. To stop a immortal or a 'sensor' sort from noticing her. It was something all beings could do, but the level depended on how practiced they were. As the daughter of a possibly, and most likely possessive God, she needed to be secretive from him. Especially if she wanted to get to know some of the other gender without them being pinned to the wall and having their bones shattered to pieces. Simply because he was certain that no man she had yet met was good enough for her and she had a suspicion that no man would be good enough. Mortal or God.

Not looking where she was going, she regained the attention too late. A fleeting glance of a large figure in Roman armor. "Ah, I'm sorry. . . I wasn't looking where I was going." Looking to the spilled baskets she scooped up the flax and dies. Cursing in Egyptian, she noted him as a Centurion. A leader, one she could use. Most likely he would march on by and curse her. His kind often did and she took no notice of it other than for information as her father commanded. Though the cursing was real enough, those dyes were precious and they were threatened to be ruined!

@Rune_Alchemist@Zahrale

[Assistant]
The Scribe

Far Blue and distant,
The Cold Flames burn,
In the darkness of the Abyss.
The cosmic radiance,
Revealed at long last,
As foretold by Eons past.
A herald of the beginning,
Or a bringer of the end?

"I see a new Star appear in the depth of the heavens. Its brilliance blinds me! The colours are wrapt in a pale blue light, an omen of things to come. I see it shining at us, at long last its light has reached us. I see it over..."
"Is this what you see? I hear the whispers of the cosmos, this star will mark a new age. The Gods are with us."
"..."

The Three Oracles announced in their chamber. The Triad of Oracles to represent the fates, each sitting upon their marble blocks in the sacred geometry of the Zero, One, Four, Six, and Three. The square base of their building, representing the firmament, the six pillars that reached towards the heavens represented by the circular dome, seated in the trinity before the burning brazier. The most attuned of all mortals to the fickle whims of fate, the ears, eyes, and mouths of the of the gods. They gave their prophesies to the world, announcements, and utterances as revealed by the powers beyond their comprehension. Or perhaps they were mad, driven insane by the phantom whispers, the fleeting hallucinations, or the horrors of both to numb their tongues into silence. They had given themselves up to the art of Divination, to scry into the tides of fate, and in exchange for such power, gave up some of themselves in tribute to the Gods.

The first was deaf, and only could see the prophetic visions and describe what he saw.
The second was blind, and only listen to the whispers of the world and she would announce the will of the gods.
But the third, was mute, and knew the truth of both vision and mandate, and kept it secret.
This was the way it was for there are no guarantees save for the existence of uncertainty.
Have faith in the gods, and perhaps, just perhaps they will spare us.

Or would they?

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Another name written in the Book of the Dead. How wondrous was the Feather of Ma'at? That it should know the true names of those who come before it as their hearts were weighed. There the Wordborn One sat cross legged, in the depths of the Egyptian Underworld from his perch overlooking the trial. Osiris had his throne, and the dog was the bailiff, the devourer licking its lips in idle anticipation. Although it seemed that Osiris was gone, off to conduct business with Seth, who was plotting against the Greco-Roman gods. Even now as he sat observing the influx of souls to be judged, The Scribe knew all that was, it was only a matter of paying attention. Yet the folly and plight of these gods, his contemporaries rather than true brothers or sisters, were not of his concern. Fate was his main opponent, Fate which wanted the game to progress to an end, a final conclusion, a showdown. The Norse Gods had their Ragnarok, The Babylonians had their Floods, The Greeks had their Apocalypse, and even his own Pantheon had the a Lion's share of ways to end existence. Yet Thoth preferred to let the game continue, to watch the great experiment unfold, humanity being the greatest machine of all. A machine made to worship them, to appeal to them, and live for a single purpose it seemed. Fate tugged at the strings, wanting to direct their lives, but alas, it was balance which kept the forces in check, such that no one would be favored by them infinitely. So too were the fertile lands of Egypt subject to the rules which Thoth played the game with. For this he had retreated into his duties, burying himself in the judgment of the dead and creation of his books to let the Greco-Roman
Gods take Egypt, despite his powers which could have been a great aid towards repelling them off.

Thoth offered no counsel, no tactic or stratagem, no use of his Was to assist his pantheon, only reminding them of the wheel of fate and telling them to wait for it to turn. A new star set into motion by his hand, plucked from the distant rim of the galaxy. Perhaps Thoth was ready now, as he rose from his duties and set aside the Book of the Dead to hold all Judgments from being recorded as he had whispered in the Triple Oracles and granted them the vision. Stolen from the Three Sisters, they were easily fooled by the Magicks of the Lunar Eye. It was time to wait for Osiris' return, and Egypt shall be theirs once more, or at least for a few more centuries until Thoth feels they have had their fair share of being a great empire.

[User]
Behind the Gates of Hades
Hades listens to his nephew, but was actually smirking at his discomfort. But all the while another chill, one far more colder was sent down his spine. He looked at Hermes and shared a knowing look. There was another God here and they were not Roman. Hades had been visited by other gods from different Pantheons before but never during a time of great conflict. "Listen Nephew, if it means that much to your father I will show up to his little 'pow-wow' and see what is going to happen, now come I have a visitor, do not speak to whoever it is I don't need a battle happening in front of the gates I just got them re-painted." Hades said as he got up, his throne dissolved back into the ground.

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In front of the Gates, Cerberus
"Lord of Hades, hear me speak! Bargain and will I aim to seek!"

The guardian of the gates of the underworld, stirred at the sound of a strong female voice. He was as tall as the gates them selves if not bigger and had bright golden eyes, and leathery skin. He was off to the side of the gates and howl so loud that that each of the four gates of the underworld shook. It was a way to warn Hades, that a unexpected guest was in the wrong place.

Hades appeared in front of the Gates about 15 feet away from an old goddess one Hades had not seen in many years, and the one time he had see her was before he was even the God of the Underworld. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the The Morrigahn. It has been many years since I last saw you, I was but a boy then." He said as he began to pace around her and walked slowly towards Cerberus. When he got close enough the dog put its heads down and laid on its belly. Its entire front jaws were 10x the size of the average man. Hades began to pet him and looked back at the Phantom Queen. "What can I do for you my lady, you took a great risk coming here I don't think my brother would like our little meeting very much." He had long forgotten if Hermes was still there or not, and did not care.

[Assistant]
~Qelhatat~

"Ooh, scary." Qel silently hissed. Despite her words though, she was more than a little scared. Death did not sound appealing to her, so she kept silent any more insults or other quips she might have towards the god. "Of course...do forgive me." She apologized. "I did not mean to insult your intelligence or abilities...merely offering a different sort of solution." She watched quietly as both set and Bes'eshe left, with the latter giving her a warning about Set. She wasn't an idiot. She knew when to keep her mouth shut to avoid getting beheaded. That said though, it looks like neither of them would be her allies.

Which meant that they might as well be enemies.

"Fools..." She whispered to the snake hiding in her robe. "Why must I always do things myself..." She silently grumbled, leaving the alleyway. Truly, it would have been nice to have some help...or at least have someone listen to her aside from her father who was imprisoned in Duat. Someone from Egypt - her own family.

Well, if she couldn't find allies among her own people, then she'd just have to find allies among the enemy so to speak.

Her somewhat broody scowl turned into a cheerful grin as she headed back out onto the streets. The snake around her poked its head out from her cloak, nuzzling her cheek as it asked if there was anything it could do.

"Go watch them for me, will you? Take a few others with you. If they won't listen to me...well, I'll just move ahead with my own plans then." It didn't take her serpents long to find Bes'eshe. Even if she had a head start on them, she couldn't move fast enough to outrun her pets. It was a bit of surprise, though, to watch her already meet the Roman in quite the idiotic fashion. She supposed it was a good tactic for getting his attention, though.

For now, she would simply watch and stay silent. If anything came of it, she would simply interrupt and tell him the truth about Bes'eshe. She doubted the girl would tell him herself, and if she did...well, she could still make things work possibly. If she did and didn't do anything to him, there was a chance she could do the same and get on his good side.

She was confident in her abilities to persuade him, even from her earlier behavoir. For now though, she simply quietly waited watched from a distance from the safety of an alley.

@Zahrale@Karos

[User]
"Calm yourself, Eye of Ra. Indiscriminate killing will result in Conviction, should it go too far."

A calm light, one that seems to cut straight though the red haze, the cloud of bloodlust that obscured her thoughts. Bloodlust and anger was still there, but her mind and reason was brought forth as well. Sekhmet stopped dead in her tracks, the burning winds still blowing but no longer as scaldingly hot as before.

"I and my others have spoken on the current state of affairs. We wish to help you take your land back, as we are staged to begin doing the same."

Sekhmet still wanted to indulge in her bloodlust, but now that there was a new god here, as well as Osiris, she didnt feel like continuing. The rebels seem to have long gone, and Ra wouldn't really be pleased if she murdered everyone.

Tail twitching in annoyance, she dropped the severed arm she had been chewing on and turned towards the unfamiliar god.

"So? Who are these others, and why should I care about what you and this 'others' think?"


[System]
"What we do is RIGHT!"
Username: Veniciala
Age: 28

Gender: Female

Main: Garen

Appearance: Clarice is 1.82 m. tall(around 6'0 ft.), with long to her waist straight black hair and dark blue eyes. She is quite beautiful woman with great figure and is often mistaken for a model. She has a number of scars hidden under her clothes, most of which from painful combat wounds. The most prominent ones are 3 gunshot scars on her stomach, a number of shrapnel scars on her back and a big scar on her left shoulder.

True Appearance: In her true appearance, Clarice becomes covered by a lair of bright shining gold and steel armor similar to that of Garen from the game. Additionally it's almost as if her body gets slightly bigger and a big two handed sword appears in her arms.

Perseverance(passive): Clarice new improved physique allows her to quickly regenerate wounds while she is out of combat for a while.

Decisive Strike: Clarice purges all slowing effects on herself and gain extra speed for a while. She can also unleash a more powerful attack that silences the enemy.

Courage: (passive)As she fights and defeats enemies, her armor and magic resistance grows to a certain amount.
(active)Using this ability, Clarice reduces the incoming towards her damage for a few seconds.

Judgment: Clarice spins around with her sword, damaging every enemy in reach and also can pass through other people.

Demacian Justice: (passive) Clarice perceives the most dangerous enemy as a villain and marks them as such. Against the villain her normal attacks and judgment do additional damage.
(active): Clarice calls upon the might of Demacia to attempt to execute the enemy. Dealing magic damage and additional damage based on the damage the enemy has taken.

Personality: Once upon a time when she was younger she used to be an extremely serious person, but after a few years in the military circles on many battlefields, she became like most of her combat buddies – easygoing about most things in life. She likes to smoke, to drink, to talk with friends, to meet new people and to have very good time as much as she can.

 What she dislikes is mostly arrogant people in business suits, bullies and sweets. The first two she usually dealt with her fists and the munches she simply avoids buying sweet stuff.

 She is a team player, though as already stated quite an easygoing one. As long as no one was hurt or the game is won, she wouldn't go pest other people. She likes to be in the thickest fighting as she did back in the military.

Short Biography: Clarice was born in France. Her father was in the military long before she was born and her mother was a nurse in a hospital in Paris. At least that's what she was told. Her mother died during her birth so she grew up only with her father who moved around military bases and the like. When he was being sent on a mission he would always leave her with a hired woman who would take care of her. She liked the nanny, she was a middle aged woman who took good care of her and everything was going decently well, or at least till her father died in the line of duty. She was only 13 at the time. With no relatives she was adopted by her nanny and was well secured because all her father's assets were inherited by her. Still she could never find a place where she belonged in France. She was never really a very girly girl as she grew up. She was more of a tomboy and ironically she was always taller than all the boys around her. Some were even afraid of her for the beating she would give them. Eventually she just couldn't take it anymore of the normally around her and went ahead to sign herself with the military as soon as she was able to.

She went on a few trips with the military before she left and went ahead to work as a mercenary, even made a name for herself. People started calling her "The Iron wall" For she would usually take escort and bodyguard jobs. During one of her many stays in a hospital for her injuries she stumbled upon Leage of Legends. Since she couldn't really move back then she started playing and she's been playing it since. When she was 27, her escort convoy got caught in an ambush. As explosive were flying everywhere along with bullets. She got shot in the shoulder. She was lucky to survive that, but survive she did. Now after recovering she decided it was time to settle down… She moved to Darkwell city and found herself a job as a waitress. It was not much, but considering her savings were enough for decades, the work was merely to kill off time.

[User]
Vicki Victory

"Whoa there… ," she murmured.

That was not the reaction Vicki was expecting; very few people had ever snapped at her like that. Unexplainably interested in this man, Vicki kept her cool and pressed on, "Everyone has bad days, man. I'm not jabbing…"

Vicki leaned back in her seat, folding her hands together on the table. She squinted her eyes slightly, attempting to analyze this guy. He was obviously annoyed by the straightforward question, so a more delicate approach would be necessary. Garrett's eyes had some drooping circles underneath them, so he likely had a late night, and not in the good way. So, he's either just short-fused from the lack of sleep, or there's something bothering that kept him up. Or both.

Proceeding carefully, Vicki gently asked, "Sorry if that was a bit on the nose. Is it alright if I ask what happened last night? "

[Assistant]
Garrett Fisher

Surprisingly, the woman before him kept her cool at his biting remark. Garrett narrowed his eyes at Vicki, grinding his teeth together as he noticed that she was observing her. What was she looking at? Did he really look like that much of a piece of crap? He was half-tempted to peer into the window to see if he could catch his reflection. Maybe his hair was standing up, or there was a booger up his nose. He felt his cheeks begin to heat up-- it wasn't often that someone had looked at him so intently.

At her question, he gave a lazy shrug. "Got wasted. Went to bed late. Woke up early." he answered almost immediately. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that he saw his shadow laugh at him. He tapped his foot more rapidly as he realized that his shadow, or shadows, were beings that could act on their own accord. He knew that they didn't skirt around the room simply because it was risky. "Any more questions?"

[User]
Vicki Victory

Now Vicki was just annoyed. Her expression went blank, and Vicki plainly blurted out, "Why did you come over here? Thought this was an impromptu date or something?"

She swiftly picked up her mug of hot chocolate with one hand and downed the rest of it instantly. Vicki slammed the mug down on the table, causing the table to slightly bend inwards at the point of impact.

She sighed angrily, then stated, "This morning, I punched a guy and sent him flying 15 yards across the room and through a window." Her voice was raised now, but not quite a yell.

Vicki allowed the words to sit in the air for a few seconds before adding, "On accident."

[Assistant]
Garrett Fisher

It appeared that he had gotten on the woman's nerves. Garrett's eyes flashed again, scowling at the stranger angrily. There was tension crackling between them, and he did not like it one bit. Who did she think she was, storming in, asking him to sit down, and then asking about his personal life? And then she went and slammed the empty mug of hot chocolate on the table, almost breaking it in the process. She even went so far as to say that she punched a guy fifteen feet across a room and through a window. He perked up. Did that mean that she had powers, too?

Yet, that didn't give her a basis to speak to him that way. "What are you getting at?" Garrett growled darkly, not bothering to drink his coffee any longer as he glared at her.

[User]
Vicki Victory

Vicki slowly lowered her head to the table, resting her forehead on the cool surface. Idiot. You lost your temper. Rule #1: always stay in control.

She sat back up straight, inhaling loudly. She wiped her snow-white hair out of her eyes before continuing, "I work at a gym, Victor's Gym. He's that retired boxing champ." Vicki turned her head to look out the window, vaguely seeing her reflection in the glass. "I'm his daughter. I was boxing, just practice, against this new guy." Vicki turned her head back forward, staring down at her hands while flexing them. "I hit him with everything I had...and he just went flying. "

The two of them sat in silence for a few seconds, Vicki lost in contemplation. This was the first time she had stopped to really think about her situation.

"I...I felt his bones when I hit him. Right in the sternum. His ribs caged in when I hit him. Then there's all the gym equipment he flew into. And there's probably some shards of glass embedded in him."

Oh god...that's why dad called me into his office. He didn't want me to see what I'd done before the ambulance showed up.

Vicki finally looked back up at Garrett, locking eyes with him. "There's a good chance he's going to die. Internal bleeding, shredded organs, blunt force trauma, shock..." Vicki shrugged, "All of the above."

She felt the hot boil of tears beginning to form under her eyes. She darted her gaze down to her lap, trying to hide the tears from her guest. "And who's to say that it won't happen again? I'm a monster now. I'll never be able to box again without almost killing someone. "

[Assistant]
Claire raised her eyebrows, also observing Garrett interact with the customer. "Garrett never usually talks to a customer like that and for so long too...He's just so full of surprises today." She uttered to Clarice. Claire followed her into the locker room and closed the door behind them, accessing her locker and pulling out a light blue sleeveless dress. She nodded in response to Clarice's question.
"Mhm, I do! I just haven't tried flying yet...I'm curious to try it though, but I'm kinda scared I'll fall and hurt myself at the same time." She said, gesturing to her. "Maybe you could catch me though! I would love to attempt it as long as you can help me out." She said excitedly.

"If I focus, I can sprout them. I just have to come up with a way to prevent them from ripping my clothes up when they do and I think I've found a solution!" She proudly proclaimed, showing Clarice the dress in her hand.
Claire quickly undressed and slipped into the dress, putting the rest of her clothes in her backpack and looking at herself in the small locker mirror and making adjustments as needed. "I could show you if you're coming along to the place. I'll unveil it there."

[User]
"Aweeeeeeeeee…" Calarice made an amused and happy voice as Claire asked if she can catch her in case she falls during flight attempt. " You are just so adorable, I want to hug you! Unlike that dark and gloomy guy we have for a colleague!" She stated with a smile." Of course I will catch you, especially now that my strength seems to have skyrocketed~ I will catch you no matter what takes me."

"Hmmm that's a nice dress, it will suit you." Clarice stated when she was showed the nice garb. She nodded a few times, before changing into her own clothing. Her simple elegant jeans and her matching white shirt with short sleeves, that nicely outlined her beautiful figure. To complete that she wore a pair of tall leather boots. " Of course I will come with you to that place! No way I'm letting you go there alone, considering there may be bad people waiting in ambush for cute innocent girls like you~ Besides I am curious about the other people who show up and their powers. I wonder if there is a Katarina one… if there is… I want that person!" She stated with a smile of a predator.

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 "So this is that place right, Claire?" Clarice asked when the cab she called, left them at the address that Claire had for that gathering." Good, let's go and say hello to our competitors, enemies, allies, double crossers and so on~" She said with a big smile as she clenched her fist for a moment and relaxed it again. She more or less had gotten the control over the armor now or at least mostly. She was more than sure she can summon the gauntlet and maybe a chest armor if need arose.


[System]
Age: 10000+ years old

Species: Daemon/Warp Entity

Gender: Male

Personality: Timaeus is self confident and arrogant on his own, not only understamting others but also failing to believe of something greater than himself. He is a believer not of the Chaos Pantheon, but of Chaos itself and the freedom it encompasses.

Bio: Timaeus once was a mighty Space Marine serving the God Emperor of Mankind in his vast legions, being part of the Black Legion. But with the Horus Heresy, he saw the truth withing the Chaos Gods and set aside the Emperor with his false ideals.
He fought as the Champion of not only one a single god but of chãos itself and achieved Daemonhood.

Abilities:

Body: His entire body is built like a huge killing machine with it being far stronger and tougher than even Space Marines. His Strength can easily level buildings and lifts tanks, his skin and muscle are tougher than any mortal metal and despite his size he posses great agility and speed, with his huge wings being able to soar at the Sky at extremely high speeds.

Mind: As a Daemon, he is naturally able to use the warp and so he is a psyker of great strength.It is such that his Will itself is a lethal weapon, with it he can easily destroy buildings and rip apart steel walls. He is very proficient at the various psykers discipline. Yet despite of that, he severely lacks knowledge on Sorcery.

Equipment: He has a powerful sword called the Spectral Blade, which always seems to shimmer a pale light. It's a force weapon , that is enchanted to boost his already powerful physical strength and psyker power, though not to a great amount.

Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40k

Name: Black Cultist
Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40e
Capabilities: They have many several technological items and artifacts from the 41st millennium, even possessing several vehicles, like the Chimera and the Basilisk.
Objectives: Their objective is to spread true Chaos, of which isn't bound by a single god.
Members: They are mainly made of Cultist with a very small number of Black Legion Chaos Space Marines in it.
History: The cult was formed after Timaeus realized the true way of worship to Chaos and together with some fellows of his chapter, he recruited a traitor Imperial Guard regiment.

[User]
Über Ethereal

Impact Crater - Bern, Switzerland

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The monster had finally talked, something that was to be expected from a 'Level 5'. Taking down everything that challenged him seemed to be his goal, a foolish endeavor considering the intertwining worlds. Apocalypse would then proceed to teleport-killing the Mutons lowered to the level of fodder. Most couldn't really follow the movements which led to a frenzy to plasma shots being released at every direction. The only ones capable of reacting decently were those under the influence of Mind Merge. The über Ethereal itself didn't have any issue following the monster's movements.

Eventually, by evaluating the creature's style of killing and movements, the Ethereal could start to predict directions he'd be going in after finishing off a Muton. It'd be after six or seven annihilated soldiers that he'd not only charge toward a merged Muton but also have the Ethereal anticipate with ease where he'd head next. With an simple telepathic command, the Ethereal forced the Muton to simply rotate sideways in that split moment. It couldn't do much but it had the reflex to perform it on time. The area Apocalypse would hit the Muton would be the where the Plasma grenades would be strapped. When the monster would proceed to annihilate the Muton, he would also activate the grenade as if it were a trip mine.

The Ethereal didn't expect anything of consequence from this, but it would put to the test his healing factor even more and possibly stop him for a small period of time. By the time the Mindfray had its effect and would make prediction even easier, especially if he relied on brute force and healing most of the time.

"You appear misguided. You are lost in a world you do not comprehend and yet still rabidly assault anything you see. Your existence will meet its end quickly without the guidance of The Envisioning One."

At this point the Mindfray would make the Ethereal appear as a red blur among the many flames caused by the previous impact and the mist of blood spreading. It could easily take advantage of his lack of precision to simply deliver strike after strike, but it wasn't one to assault mindlessly like the creature, despite clear evidence of sentience.

[Assistant]
Sonata
Gojira-San

"I have no idea!"

Again, just the answer alone made Gojira-San chuckle a bit inside. God was she so cute. Of course not in like... that way, but still. She was adorable none of the less. She reminded her of her own daughter back in her universe...

"Um, um, let's just walk around for a bit and see if we can somewhere that looks cool! Like a vending machine, or a gift shop, or a restaurant that only sells grilled cheese! Oh, but I'm not hungry right now, so I guess that third one won't work super-well."

The giant woman nods as she begins to walk around the Manhattan area, leaving the palace. By the time the other heroes would've began to push more on Starkiller's buttons, Gojira-San would stumble across a nearby gift shop called The Manhattan Blue, along with a snack and drink vending machines.

"Here's a Gift Shop." she replies to Yoh, "Along with some vending machines. Grab what you want."

She would then lower herself down to the ground, allowing the little girl to get off Gojira-San easily.

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Taiyou@Cuccoruler@Gummi Bunnies@Lmpkio@Eviledd1984
Ryu & Lord Starkiller

After the sith lord casted the tornado aside, he was slow to realize that Jolyne's Stand had somehow been able to tie his hands up in a knot! While his recently unseathed lightsaber is still clutched in his hands, he isn't able to cute the strings due to the position they were in. Even if he tried, he would risk slicing himself in two.

Bunnies While trying to muster his strength to cut the bands off him, his enhanced force senses quickly alerted him to an incoming projectile. Not knowing what it was made out of, he swiftly moves his cuffed hands towards the bullet's direction. With a dose of pure luck, the bullet was able to slice off the string holding him and can finally move his hands again.

But he was still not out of the woods yet! Now the pink marshmallow was trying to suck him in! And it seems he was going in full throttle! Starkiller musters all of his strength to get out of his range, but turns and fires force lightning at him once more. This should be able to get him out of that dilemma.

Taiyou But that Tornado was still coming at him... now to be controlled by Wynn herself to be larger and potentially more lethal! Already, Starkiller's energy was slowly beginning to deplete and now doesn't have the power to get out in time. He can see Wynn closing in with her sword. The Sith Lord would then ignite his lightsaber and prepares for impact...

Meanwhile, Ryu was still in combat with Kars. The hamon-based attack had met his mark, pushing Ryu back as he slams himself on a pillar. This opponent was quite strong, yet has a similar fighting-style as well as energy powers. But the fighter knew that this was no alter-Ryu or evil-Ryu. Slowly getting back up he begins to plan his next attack...

But as Starkiller would begin to block Wynn's attack... he would fail to notice a portal open behind him. What came out was 3 yellow lightning bolts that stopped the opponent's attack and was even able to push Wynn back at least a few meters. The sith lord's eyes were wide in surprise within his mask as he quickly gets up and sidesteps to the side. Another portal??? Did the enemy call in for reinforcements? No, they couldn't have. Otherwise those bolts would've hit him, which was not what happened.

Coming straight from the warp of time and space, a figure arrives on screen. The figure was that of a woman, her clothes shined beautifully in pure gold, yellow lightning cracking from her body, with wings springing from her back, gleaming horns, circuler hair-due, and a height that seems to be slightly taller then Gojira-San. But she was not here because of good, oh no... she is in fact one of the most terrifying people to have come from the outer reaches of space. Her name would spread fear into the hearts of men... for she is known simply as:

QUEEN GHIDORAH-SAN

"GleeHeeHeeHee!" she crackles in excitement, "It appears we stumbled straight into the middle of battle!"

In that moment, another portal opened up to reveal another human female walk in. This human wore what can be confused as mech armor, but was intensely skimpy. And just her face alone screams that she means business. Known as the school council president of Honnōji Academy, enter:

Satsuki Kiryuin

"Barbaric Pigs..." she mutters as she draws her katana, "I say we put them out of their misery."

And right after, another portal opens, revealing another figure. However, it wasn't human... material wise that is. It was a sentient robot, with the figure of a man, red glowing eyes, and was ready to kill everything in his path. In his universe, he was created as a mean for good... but ultimately turned to be one of the greatest nemesis' of the Avengers. Enter:

Ultron

"Oh please..." the robot answers to Kiryuin's remark, "They're nothing but vermin. Tangled in strings... ready to be exterminated."

And then one final portal opens up in the way back. Heavy breathing can be heard from the other side, along with thundering stomps of something big coming this way. And it sounded pissed. As the massive being begins to come over to this universe, it was certainly a beast. His skin was bright yellow, save for his neck which is green, with two bull-like horns, a giant spiky shell, along with spiky collars on his neck, shoulders, and wrists, crimson hair, and two blood-red eyes. With a loud roar acknowledging his presence, he made himself clear, for he was the great Koopa King:

Bowser

Their presence alone would've casted fear and awe amongst the heroes, including Starkiller who is now standing on the sidelines. Ryu blinked several times, not believing what he was seeing.

"Who in Akuma's name are they?" he mutters quietly to himself.

But little did he know, that those figures were part of a great multiversal alliance to ensure fear and chaos across the land, and to ultimately claim them as their rightful own. They were known simply as:

THE ALLIANCE OF CONQUERERS

And they now picked their first multiverse to conquer...

[User]
Timaeus, Daemon Prince - Bern, Switzerland - Road to Munich

How dare that pathetic mortal try to order him?! Such imprudence normally would have costed her head. After all, how many even tried to order a Daemon Prince to 'Stop' and survived to tell the tale?

But Timaeus has far better things to do, so he just increased his speed while flying towards Munich.

Nagash - Bern Switzerland

His body was once again reformed by his will. As the strongest Human Wizard who defied death, reforming a body would be easy task... that is if the Fellblade poison wasn't still eating away at his very spirit.

His body was nothing more than bones and his artifacts in it, yet still somehow possessing terrible power of Magick and physical feat.

As he opened his eyes and looked around, he realized he was at a cemetery. Of which of course for the First and Greatest Necromancer was just perfect for his needs. He concentrated and did his nerfarious magick in order to raise the Skeletons which have not possessed a wisp of a soul for decades or even centuries.

After quickly completing his spells, he took attention to the few souls of which were departing of this world. He took control of them before they truly left it and begun to think on what he should do with them.


[System]
Title: The Demonic Pope
Class: Rider
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Attribute: Man
Era: Medieval
Personality:

His inability to read the mood is beyond compare, often resulting in the appearance of stoicism due to his perception of how a pope should remain regal at all times. Perhaps it would be better to compare him to a "man pretending to act human" rather than a human.

Sylvester will also always listen to Meridiana, regardless of what she says, and will act upon her will, as he was once told by one of the people in his monastery that a " good husband always follows his wife", and he wishes to replicate being a "good husband" to his loving wife, even if he doesn't truly comprehend the emotion himself.

Meridiana, or Meri, as she asks to be called by Sylvester, tends to act as she wants as if she is a princess without any sort of restraint, of which Sylvester doesn't seem keen on stopping. Regardless, she seems to not request many things of Sylvester, knowing that his sense of obligation often outweighs any rational he might possess. According to Meridiana, there was nothing particularly special about when she had first met Sylvester, but that has changed.

However, if there is one thing that is true about both of them, it is that they love one another greatly.

Weapon: His fists, His Wife
Parameters:
STR: D
CON: D (C)
AGI: B (B+)
MGI: B (A)
LCK: E
Class Skills: Magic Resist: B: Cancel spells of B-Rank or below.

Riding: EX: The ability to ride. However, to someone like Sylvester, who cannot seem to even ride even the most basic of things with any sort competency, or perhaps refuses to ride most anything, he might not qualify for a rider.

The truth of the matter is that he is only adept at riding a single entity…

Personal Skills:
Jacob's Limbs (False): B+ (A+)

Perhaps not truly the fighting style developed by Jacob, however, it holds a similar effect. Surely someone who had at one time defeated the king of hell himself with little more than his fists. He could, however, not defeat him in the steel cage rematch 1v100 battle. This skill also applies to Meridiana.

The Hanging Bridge: -

The ability to create a possibility that neither exists on "heaven nor earth"; to make a 0 into a 1. To create a possibility out of nothing.

Battle Continuation C (B):

Survived while being disemboweled by the devil for hours before being dragged into hell. The ability to survive with deadly wounds and persist through them, battling on.

Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Meridiana
Title: The Demonic Possession of a Sinful Pontiff
Rank: A+
Classification: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: -
Description: The greatest friend and lover to Pope Sylvester. The Woman who had made him from but a simple man, wasting his existence in a monastery, into the highest position in the Catholic church.

An ancient succubus, Meridiana was the sort of woman who never believed they would fall in love with such a man, but she couldn't help her feelings once they started. Meridiana normally keeps herself attached to her Husband's as a replacement for the right hand and left eye the devil had taken from him due to her ability to shapeshift. She vowed she would never forgive that man for his transgressions against her love, even if it meant revolting from hell itself.

Name: Meridiana
Title: The Brazen Head Eye of Providence
Rank: B
Classification: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: -
Description: A calculation device of sorts that utilizes Yes (1) and No (0) in order to create appropriate responses based on interpretations of this data.

Though observation increases the speed at which the data can be converted into "information", it is not necessary, for it would be active even if the user was to lose their eyes. Perhaps it could be closer to "revealing the truth of the world" rather than a conversion of data, but to someone like Sylvester, whom only thought of the world in his mathematical calculations prior to meeting Meridiana, it seems to have taken this effect.

It should be noted that the data cannot be "changed" but merely "observed", but as long as it is possible to be "observed", it should not be a problem to calculate. Something that interprets what "is".

Some stories revolving Sylvester conflate the two noble phantasms and the actions of Meridiana, thusly, they have been supplemented into one.

(Name: Godhand
Title: The Demonic Requium of the Sinful Pontiff
Rank:-
Classification: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: Not particularly a "noble phantasm" per se, but a skill that had reached the level of a noble phantasm. To momentarily be granted power for a limited action that would allow a mere mortal to reach the level of the man who had pushed even the lord of hell Satan to his ropes, forcing him to cut a deal for his life. Though one does not have to state anything to activate the skill, due to his conditioning Sylvester often states the attack as he commits to it.)

[User]
High-Rise District (just barely across the river from the Eiffel Tower)

On the rooftops across from the Golden Shangri-La Hotel
Lord@Unoedipal

"They're touching your stuff."
Roland had arrived early. Barely just missing the violence, but even a mind altered Berserker knew he was too late. Wait for Angelica. She would need to decide what to do with her castle. Her castle, now ruined by some greedy Saracen. But the men inside were not Saracens. Too old. They shouldn't be there, but they were. They weren't the attacker. He wanted to rip them apart, but he had been told to kill Rinaldo and Saracens, not citizens. And yet, they looked so much like Saracens.

These men weren't servants. And they weren't masters. Angelica said they weren't an assassin, as an assassin would never have tripped security. Already he was detailing everything he saw. How they mishandled her beloved cups. How they hung around her windows. How they ran their hands through the remains of her home! He could so easily kill them before they had a chance to breath, but miss Angelica would be there soon. She would make the decision. They had to find who did this, rather than just fools who stumbled in. But if they broke a single glass, he'd break them in half. No, not in half! Into tiny pieces. Pieces of pieces he would litter all over the floor! FILTHY! DISGUSTING! UGH! THE WORST! His hand tightened around his sword, and if it were anything less than the perfect blade of Durandal it would have shattered in a moment.

'Miss Angelica. Four of them. Not servants. Not threats. Assassin!? If assassin, coming after! Filthy! COCKROACHES! I SHOULD KILL THEM FOR TOUCHING YOUR FURNITURE!' It was only her words that stopped him each time. Ordering him down. She loved him after all. He loved her. His love made it easier to think, but it was still so far gone! One of the problems of throwing one's sanity to the moon, it was nearly impossible to retrieve.

But, Miss Angelica had a plan. A good plan! She said it was good! And they would find who did this to her home! THEY WOULD FIND THEM AND KILL THEM! That was the problem. That was the threat! They must be injured, why else would they have destroyed her home!? No body, either burying or seeking help. Two, maybe more? It wasn't his mind that said this, but an instinct. An instinct that seemed to break every problem down. Down into numbers he barely knew, but a feeling he got. A feeling of fighting more than one enemy.

When she told him to, he would hunt down her enemies. And kill each of them for what they did. One enemy at a time. One enemy at a time. One enemy at a time. One enemy at a time.

[Assistant]
Meanwhile...

Another Nosey Yank
Canal District

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The pair entered the canal district, known for it's canals. Obviously. Jackson felt some unease.

"Something happened around here..."

He walks through the district with his servant.

"Where is this workshop exactly? Or do we have to survey this place? I left my graph paper back at base."

He held out an arm, letting his eagle land on it. He whsipered some commands to it and it took to the skies, circling high above them.

"Mages are a suspicious lot. Tt pays to have contingencies, which we'll have to be on the lookout for. We are entering the realm of the unknown where literally anything can happen. Who knows, maybe they're friendly..."

Cosmos

[User]
Sylvester II
Seine Right Bank, Business District

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"I'd rather not have to stain my hands with the blood of those who would not wish to fight. Given my profession, I am sure you would understand that, Master. Of course, I am a Servant in a Grail War, so I shall fight those who are within a Grail War as that is my word, but I do wish there was a way to convince those others not to fight against us. My word is always correct, and I promised you the Grail, didn't I Master?"

"You were drooling over her though, weren't you."

"Oh yes! What an adorable little girl! Heaven forbid such a creature were to be harmed in any way! What a sweet, sweet puppy! "  Sylvester said in a mocking tone to his wife, almost as if to tease her. If there was one thing that Sylvester enjoyed, it would be the fact that he thought the comedic reactions of his wife after accusing him of (often true) sexual escapades were rather hilarious. Of course, that being said, it would be likely that if he were not a Servant, he'd be sleeping in the garden again tonight; not that he truly minded such, but not being able to see Meridiana was somewhat of an inconvenience for him.

Meridiana seemed to make what could only be described as a "frustrated noise" towards Sylvester's general direction before Sylvester sighed and revealed the truth of the matter.

"Yeah, she is cute. Nice, too. But those types ain't my style. That isn't to say people like gramps over here are not great; I honestly couldn't have asked to be summoned by a better Master. But when you look for a partner, if I don't see the flames of passion in their every action, I can't say I am willing to chase their skirt. Just ain't worth it in the end. After all, that is how we met on that moonlit night all those years ago."

Meridiana hesitated for a moment.

Sylvester was just a boy; so young and innocent. Those eyes that held the desires of a king in the body of that child. Not the eyes of a conqueror, but the eyes of a brave, noble man who would sacrifice everything to protect those he "loved".

And she was the kingmaker to this broken man.

He gazed upon her as he did all those years ago with the same, youthful eyes.

"You never change, do you?" Meridiana said, finally taking form from the Pontiff's arm.

A beautiful lady, the sight of which might make many a man fall for her. A beautiful lady that one might grant everything in their possession to and would still not be tamed. Though her appearance seemed nothing more than a French peasant woman dressed in the finest clothing, there was something about her rather simplistic beauty that would call many a man to ask for her in marriage or to fight over her affection. And while Meridiana did enjoy the "sport" of it all, she found such prodding to be a nuisance after such a long bout of time.

....But his affection was different.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean!?"  Sylvester quipped back at her, seemingly annoyed at her proclamation. "I'll have you know that repetition is the secret to a long life, or so I'm told."

"Very well, he who claims lordship over my Husband. If you have a place where you think drinks would be excellent, I shall follow. That shouldn't be an issue, should it,... I suppose you are going by "rider" now?"

With a sultry laugh, Meridiana dragged Sylvester by his one hand to walk beside him and for him to walk beside the old man.

"Tch. I was going to accept his proposal anyway. No reason to lord it over me, missy." ]


[System]
Noble Phantasm:
Je Sais Tout

The Greatest Heist of All

Rank: C+

Type: Anti-Unit/Anti-Treasure

Range: 1-2

This is the sum of everything Assassin is and was, the collection of his skills and the materialization of the "phantom thief" trope that he embodied into an unstoppable curse. To activate it, Assassin merely needs to warn his chosen target that "I am going to steal your most valuable treasure." The method of warning is irrelevant, it could be either letter or verbal warning, so long as the calling card is sent and the message is understood the curse is loaded.

The curse is then fired once the target puts up their defenses or accepts Assassins challenge by preparing for his attack. Once activated the target must pass either a Luck or Agility check (whichever stat is lower is the one that will be tested), if they cannot pass then their "treasure" will fall into Assassin's possession without fail. Normally this would be an instantaneous attack that could be done from any distance, the "treasure" seemingly teleporting into Assassin's possession with no action from him, Assassin has declared that it would be quite boring if he there was no game to be played. Thus he has intentionally weakened the Noble Phantasm and made it so he must be within melee range in order to pull off his heist.

Normally Assassin would also not be able to steal immaterial possessions with no physical form, however a certain Phantom Thief who steals hearts has popularized the idea enough that Assassin can now steal "ideas". In effect, Assassin can now steal even the idea of something, such as an enemy Servant's skill or other such nonmaterial things.
Nicknames: The Dark Word
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Master of: Assassin
Command Seal Location: Back of Right Hand
Origin: Stare

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Personality: To call Asmar cruel would be inaccurate, yet only just slightly off the mark. The best word one could use to describe him would be efficient, it just so happens that sometimes efficiency and cruelty go hand in hand. He cares not for other humans and their petty problems, all that matters is his path to Akasha and the unlimited knowledge within.

Biography: Asmar was born to the Sharir family, the Second Owners of Riyadh, the capital city of Saudi Arabia. As such he had no want for money nor any of the mundanities that humanity has so desperately clawed after, focusing his efforts solely on the development of the family Magecraft of Curses and Blessings. At some point in his life he realized that to hole himself up in a workshop was inefficient to his work, so he began to travel the world to further develop his skills on those the Clocktower deemed heretics. This was the beginning of his career as a professional Enforcer, the youngest to achieve such a position in many years.

This brings us to today, where the Clocktower has placed Sealing Designations on the entire Grey family and ordered Asmar to annihilate them with prejudice. Simply another bloody job, one which he will use to get ever closer to Akasha.

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Magecraft Section:

School of Magecraft: Curses and Blessings

Skills/Spells List: Evil Eye: A curse from merely staring at another with ill intent, this curse has enough mana poured into it to cause physical harm and induce madness.

Curse of the Shayatin 5/day: Let the Shayatin embrace you, obscuring your journey and drawing you ever further into Jahannam. A simple point towards the target binds them for up to five seconds, snakes of red flame manifesting around them and preventing movement.

Blessing of the Wind 3/day: With the wind at your back, may your journey be ever swift. Increases the Agility of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Blessing of the Djinn 3/day: With the mighty djinn at your call, may your journey be ever fortunate. Increases the Luck of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Blessing of the Sands 3/day: Let your body be as stalwart and boundless as the sands, let no illness claim you. Increases the Endurance of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Blessing of the Ahriman 3/day: Let the great demon Ahriman bless you with unending strength to crush your foes beneath your heel. Increases the Strength of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Blessing of the Sun 3/day: May the sun shine upon you, filling you with its blessed light. Increases the Mana of target by one rank for up to two minutes.

Evil Tongue 1/day: There is great power in one's words, to verbally wish death upon someone is one of the greatest sins one can commit. Should the target hear these evil words, their heart shall surely stop. Requires a Luck check to circumvent, however most humans don't even possess the base E ranked luck that Servants have.

Amount of Magecraft Mana: B

[User]
Servant and Master both turned their heads towards Lancer as she spoke. Thomas regarded her curiously, one eyebrow raised and a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, appearing more amused than concerned with the former Valkyrie's warning. "Oh I'm well aware of his history my dear, I made sure to do my research before today. A life of combat, a life of war, a life of *winning* those wars; a bloody life with a bloody end; challenging, I think, but not difficult, not for one like him. He will be… quite useful in the battles to come."

The end of Thomas' sentence trailed off as he turned to regard his Servant, noticing the way in which the old king looked at Lancer for the first time. The Berserker's face was unchanged; his expression carved from granite, rough and unyielding, yet his eyes had changed and now held the most curious mix of emotions. The fury had not disappeared entirely, but it had abated, lowering from a boil to a simmer that lay underneath everything else; recognition, at least a hint of it, alongside a little bit of what Thomas could only describe as awe, or perhaps veneration. Closer to respect than admiration.

How very curious.

"I appreciate your input miss Lancer, but don't waste your concern on an old man like me. Attend to your Master; he looks a little red in the face."

[Assistant]
Imposter Hero
Clock Tower

As Hifumi spoke the incantation a brilliant golden light show emerged from her hand drawn circle. It was wasn't as bright or as bombastic as the others. Nonetheless there was a flash of golden light and what stood in the middle of the circle, now holding the brilliant golden bridle, was an otherwise unassuming young man in a black cloak. His pinkish hair was slicked back and he wore grey clay mask with a black tendril pattern going down it's left side. The figure simply stood quite for a moment, scanning the room and observing all the other masters and servants summoned so far. Finally his gaze rested on the Japanese girl in front of him. The girl who had gained possession of his golden bridle, who had used a near dead language from her island nation in the Far East. He was underwhelmed by his Master. She seemed inexperienced compared to the other mages present. Finally he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Speak my name, and you shall be worthy of my Master."

The servant was not about to accept the girl in front of him as his master just yet. He had to test her.

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Paula let out an excited squee as the adorable cat girl materialised in front of her.

"Oh you're perfect! Colleagues, our victory is assured. I just summoned one of the the greatest Archers in. Together we will rain down divine hellfire on those who oppose us. Oh, um, yes of course! There are some bad people in a forest who want threaten the very future of the world and all the children in it." Suffice to say Paula was actually giddy with excitement.

"Oooh on top of the Barbarian lookin' dude, the zealot on the horse and the little kid we got quite the crew. We should start coordinating right away. Ooh I can make diagrams!"

Hearts

[User]
𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝙷𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚒
Hifumi eyed the Servant that appeared before her with a combination of curiosity and doubt. His appearance was different from what she imagine, but not as wild as some of the other Heroic Spirits that her "allies" called upon. Perhaps, he had been called forth in a form that represented the days of his youth? Well, Servants are supposed to come in the form that's their "prime", so it's only natural for them to look young no matter what.

Even so.

"Your name, huh? If you are sure of that, then I have no problem doing it," Hifumi answered first, cocking her head to the side. Was that supposed to be a test? As far as she knew not any other hero was supposed to own that Noble Phantasm, even if others could indeed summon and control the same Phantasmal Beast it was associated with.

"There's only one Legendary Soul that has been given this bridle by none other than the Goddess Athena, one of the oldest monster slayers of the Greek Age of the Gods. Of course, you can't be anyone else other than the Rider of the Pegasus, Bellerophon," Hifumi finally said. There was no way her answer could be wrong, despite her Master's intuition telling her the contrary when she looked at him—perhaps thanks to the effect of a skill—there was no way that this would be no one other than him.
𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 - 𝙰𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊
"Very well then, my arrows shall be thine from this time forward," Archer said as she looked at her Master. However, her attention was immediately swayed by the mention of a certain Heroic Spirit's name. She didn't speak anything yet but certainly that bridle could only belong to one man, if the stories Atalanta heard were right.

"If thou wishes to plot with thy allies, I'm willing to listen. However, we should get going to the grounds of the Holy Grail War as fast as possible. There's no point in discussing anything here if we have a whole travel ahead of us to do so," she said, looking towards her Master before staring at the Rider once again.

[Assistant]
In Another Time And Another Place

"Hmm, this summoning ritual... silver, archdukes, stones, this is all worthless to me. Absolutely useless... I suppose I'll just have to draw one up from scratch then. What an inept man that director is, failing to even take into account my own foundation. This looks like it was copied and pasted from some German tome, completely wrong sphere of influence..." Sand scattered about the room, everything smelled of wet iron, his circuits itched as he looked upon his work. It was not home, but it would have to do. He looked over the circle one last time, his fingers wet and gritty as he rubbed the bloody sand onto his pants in a futile attempt to clean them. Nothing would ever clean those hands.

"If my research is correct, the words are meaningless. Any pretense of a ritual is merely for one's own peace of mind, if the grail deems me worthy then the Heroic Spirit will be summoned regardless of words or intent. I suppose those fools in the Clock Tower performed some grand spectacle, lots of bright flashing lights, many grand incantations from each of their respective spheres of influence, a waste of time." He gently set the monocle down onto the sand, taking a step back and activating his circuits. "Well, I suppose it's easy to get caught up in the mood. I may as well say something for you, oh great and grand Holy Grail."

"With the blessing of the Djinn
And the offering of blood on sand
I beseech thee
Bring me victory
Oh great and mighty Hero
May our enemies tremble
As though they have witnessed the fury
Of ten thousand Ifrit
Now come, Guardian of the Scale
Let us trample those who oppose us
And steal their very hearts

A wind whipped about the room, a veritable sandstorm cutting at his skin as he poured intent and mana into the circle. His arms outstretched to his sides, blood dripped freely from his body, yet it only fed the circle more and more as it began to shine with a grand crimson light. The eye of the storm slowly shrunk, condensing into a human form as the verse came to a close. Just like that, it was over. A young man stood before Asmar, a cocky grin on his lips as he considered the magus before him.

"Yeah, I think I have one last heist in me. Servant Assassin at your call, lets steal the show with style and pizzazz!"