[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Oni
* Appearance: She's definitely on the short side... and the completely flat side. Akari is one of those highschool students (technically) that everyone eagerly mistakes for a middle school student.
* Personality: Everyone expects an oni to be brash, confident (at least until defeated), and rowdy. At the very least you expect them to be loud or somehow aggressive. This is all completely untrue of Akari, who is happiest communicating with everyone via technology rather than in person, and would much like to be back in her room undisturbed. Even when you get past the extreme shyness by enough association or shared interests, she's still meek, worried about her own strength, and disturbingly skittish. With an extra irrational fear of samurai, which is definitely a bit odd for a girl who's worn traditional clothing every day of her life except the one week she went to school.
* Abilities: Akari is a shockingly powerful oni, for someone that has had no reason to exercise her natural abilities to any extent. Despite her unimposing physique, there are very few people who are going to be winning if it's simply a contest of pitting strength against one another. She's about as difficult to seriously injure; blunt force is mostly useless without some serious strength behind it, and simply cutting her often requires magical assistance or massive force. Plus, like her mother, if it's not cut off entirely it will doubtless heal fine, and losing limbs would be more of a (physical) inconvenience than life-threatening.
Although she hasn't any practice at using it, Akari has inherited Ibaraki's affinity for Heat--not just heat in the direct sense, but heat as a driving force for changes. It's this affinity that led Ibaraki-douji so easily to shapeshifting, and allows for just reattaching missing body parts later. She's also inherited the ability--or some would call it a mystic scar--common to all of the famous oni's relatives: Lost Arm. So significant was the injury that, even now, her entire extended bloodline has the ability to summon a single phantom arm.
You know, if two arms isn't enough for hitting things.
* Skills: None of any particular use! She's actually rather clumsy, which is bad because of the strength that comes from being an oni. This also extends to a tendency to trip on things and fall down stairs, though that's more disorienting and worrying for people watching rather than actually dangerous to Akari.
* Equipment: "Mum said I should bring an iron club if something dangerous happens..." She also has a phone, "a little spending money" day to day--that is, enough money that anything of interest to a sixteen year old oni is fine--and a perfectly-accurate seeming ID that nevertheless claims Akari to be an adult, because oni and alcohol are inseparable.
* Brief Backstory: As her name attests, Akari is closely related to the Ibaraki-douji. Extremely closely; Ibaraki is her mother and Akari doesn't have the faintest clue who her father is. This, in and of itself, makes her the closest thing a rowdy bunch like oni can have to royalty--and also, with the benefit of being born into an extremely small family that has had a thousand years of practice avoiding danger and past banditry, used to the wealth that implies.
Akari spent most of her childhood in a very traditional home, essentially secluded from the non-supernatural world, and told all the supernatural stories one might expect. Of course, the viewpoint was skewed--the role of hero and villain constantly inverted, with the samurai and exorcists vilified for going after oni that were only acting according to their natural desires and compulsions. Given the obvious problems that a supernaturally strong child with some innate drive to prey on humanity could fall into, this also meant a distinct lack of school attendance.
They moved to a more modern house, one actually positioned conveniently for school, when it was time for Akari to start middle school. After attending for a few days, she just... stopped, the ease with which she had accidentally hurt someone in sports and the pressure of pretending to be human--on top of her own limited experience with so many people--just overwhelming the young oni. Although she's somewhat kept up with the schoolwork, a large amount of Akari's time has instead found itself devoted to popular entertainment--light novels, anime, and so on.
Ibaraki is hardly someone one would expect to be an experienced parent... or skilled at addressing this in a manner more appropriate than "fight it out", which would hardly help in this situation, so she's been trying to find someone that might help... or at least get Akari to socialise more.

[User]
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Abe YuutoBurgeoning Onmyoji

Asahi - @RolePlayerRoxas

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"You can add whatever Asahi is to that list president," thought Yuuto, resisting the urge to chuckle as the young woman hid behind him, much like Tomoko and Akari. It was also fairly embarrassing since she was really close but pointing that out would embarrass her in turn. Anyway, they had more important matters to discuss.

Th information provided by the spirit was worrying. At the very least it provided confirmation that the incident they were investigating was supernatural in nature. The information she had given that was invaluable - a woman spirit was here at the scene of the kidnappings. That was a huge lead, and something they'd have to follow up on quickly.

Yuuto's fist clenched and he took a shaky breath as the girl painted the scenario of that day. He could just imagine it. A child simply enjoying themselves, playing games, while blissfully unaware of the danger they were in. The child disappears and the parents look around, at first exasperate that their child had gotten lost, until that exasperation quickly turns to fear as their child fails to show any sign of himself, and no trace of them would be found for days and days.

This scenario had played out seven times now, he thought, and for a brief instant he saw red. His viewpoint overlapped with another's from a time long ago, carrying with it the emotions of that time.

The teen smiled at the ghost, trying to put on what he hoped was a reassuring smile. It felt so, so brittle to him. "Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this. P-president is reliable after all, and I'm rather handy myself."

First things first. They had to find that woman. It was likely that she was the culprit, but also a big chance that she wasn't, and was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. If she wasn't the culprit, then at least they would have another potential witness. If she was...

The sooner they resolve this incident, the better.

[Assistant]
Mugi was practically hiding behind Kaori still, somewhat feeling safer due to her words of protection. She skitted her eyes over everyone present. The... G-ghost.... Tomoko.... Kaori, Abe, Mikoto, Asahi... ahh, then there was the other youkai doing the same thing she was. Her vision laid on the Oni for a couple of seconds before darting to the ghost-girl and carefully studying her. She didn't seem to be as scary as when she first appeared... She didn't seem to be one of those "poltergeists" that the Elder told her a scary story about one time. They made houses implode into other dimensions! How terrifying! Could even a youkai combat that!? How scary was America if that was something that happened!?

Mugi calmed her thoughts a bit. No, this ghost didn't seem to make portals to other realms or dimensions so it was most probably safe to talk to her. Still, her grip on Kaori tightened slightly. The spider would feel a stronger cold on her arm as the Yuki-Onna pulled closer, listening to the Kaori's question.

Mugi's head was wracking. This story seemed familiar to her somehow. It was... Hmmm... Something.... Something.... She swallowed hard and pulled forward a head of Kaori a slight bit to ask her own question. "O-o-oh! A-and! Question! Question!" Mugi stated as if asking for permission like she learned she needed to have in school. Still, she didn't wait long as she gave just long enough to take a breath. "Did the woman say anything!?" She exclaimed, nervous talking to a ghost like this.

[User] Disappearing children... whilst the apparent need to hide behind the karakasa had abated, Akari had yet to move from the spot, and was trying to remember what advice was given to children just in case there was something spelled out in such common advice they all ought to know and help with. Unfortunately, now that it came down to it... the only such advice that she remembered being given was "If anybody does something weird, break both of their legs and come home". That... probably wasn't the case here and no doubt wouldn't have worked on some kind of disappearing ghostly figure anyway...

[Assistant]
Asahi couldn't help but glare a little suspiciously at the cute ghost, still. Although she'd stepped away from her hiding spot behind Yuuto, the young kitsune couldn't bring herself to trust something that could switch between terrifying and adorable so easily! Still, even the vindictive vixen had trouble maintaining any kind of animosity by the time the ghost had given her testimony. Another spirit being the probable culprit of these disappearances? It certainly made sense, though Asahi wondered how much help she could be against that. Several other club members were surely more suited to dealing with the incorporeal, even putting Tomoko aside.

With nothing to add to the questions already given, Asahi could only wait ofr some sort of answer, and they could get onto... somehow apprehending the ghost or whatever it was doing this.

[User]
Tomoko considered the information that the ghost had provided thus far. A female apparition that no-one else seemed to see... and yet she didn't anticipate that the perpetrator was a ghost. A wandering ghost was unlikely to possess the power to cause children to simply vanish, something like that would demand far more power then the average disembodied soul without a concrete location to anchor itself would be capable of mustering. Even a ghost like the one they were speaking to now, fully capable of interacting with children, would not have the capability to simply cause those children to vanish.

Kaori, however, had hit upon a line of questioning that Tomoko had wanted to pursue almost from the outset.

"Her height? How she dressed?" the ghost asked, cocking her head.

"Specifically, I think Kaori-san wants to know... if she was perhaps exceptionally tall, and wearing a white sundress and matching hat," Tomoko said, waiving her hand as she did.

She was certain now, but she wanted confirmation.

"Oh... how did you know?! That's exactly what she was wearing! ... Is that bad or good?" the ghost immediately seemed uncertain. "She was also making a weird sound... I think... po...?"

"You've confirmed my suspicions, good work!" declared Tomoko brightly, flashing a thumbs up towards the ghost, who seemed surprised for the moment that what she's said was enough to confirm anything.

"I was already suspecting we might be dealing with something like this," she said, as she turned to her club members, "But now I know for sure. We're not dealing with an ancient mountain hag, a displaced kappa, or anything like that. We're dealing with something quite a bit more urban!"

The blonde girl tapped the tip of her walking stick against the ground.

"Our perpetrator is Hasshaku-sama!"

She paused for a moment, for dramatic effect.

"Oh! I've heard children talk about that, what is it?" asked the ghost. It was only natural she didn't know, having died before the internet existed.

"She's a ghost, or a yokai depending on who you ask," Tomoko explained, "Who focuses largely on children. She takes them away, in most tellings, which is something I'm counting on. But the important thing to know is this: Hasshaku-sama is entirely fictional."

The ghost stared blankly.

"Eeeh? Then how is she the culprit...?"

Tomoko brushed the question off.

"What we need to do now is figure out how we're going to lure her out!"

@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99@TheHangedMan@Rune_Alchemist

[Assistant]
Perhaps she should explain? But seeing Tomoko so excited was adorable.

hmm.

No, better not. She'll let her explain later.

"Fufu, well, if its something we're hunting, then wouldn't a trap be the best thing?" Kaori suggested. They could spend days or weeks actively hunting this. The only clue they had would be possibly those who went missing friends, but they couldn't watch every single one of them. She might have had her spiders, but they could only do things so fast. "I doubt a weak youkai like her could break my threads."

She reached over, pulling Mugi close again and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, the Yuki-Onna's face conveniently resting against her chest. It'd be rude to say no to a still cowering maiden. She could endure a bit of cold for this, yes.

"Hm...we'd just need something like...bait? Tomo-chan? Or maybe Akari-chan?" While they responded, Mugi would suddenly feel a slight poke on her butt. Conveniently, at the same time, a few spider legs appeared behind Kaori.

Purely coincidence.

[User]
Hasshaku-sama sounded familiar! Or, the story did. Mugi was pretty much happy with herself! But... Lure her out? Other than a kid she might like or something? She had no idea. In fact, this isn't what she imagined she'd be doing with this club in the first place... Though... What was she expecting really? She didn't know. Another thing she didn't exactly expect was the spider pulling her close and then something poking her butt.

She was still in a partial fight or flight mental state and jumped away when she felt that something poke her butt. "Yaaah!!" Mugi screamed as she jumped forward and landed next to the fox girl and wrapped her arms around Asahi's. "W-w-w-what was that!?" The Yuki-Onna questioned, looking back at her friend who didn't seem to move. "S-s-spider-legs?" She questioned, looking the girl up and down. Was that the type of Youkai Kaori was? Wait, was it a spider leg that poked her? She tightened her grip on the fox's and realized she did it not long after. "Ah! S-sorry... Ummm.... M-my apologies!" She stuttered out finally, not seeming to let go of the fox's arm.

[Assistant]
"B-Bait?" Akari asked, looking... well, vaguely horrified at the insinuation of pretending to be a child and being offered up as a sacrifice to a youkai that apparently didn't exist. However that worked, it wasn't the sort of thing that her mother had ever explained a ton. Surely there was someone better...? Tomo might have been too obvious, but Akari was still an oni and that might be realised and who would want to abduct an oni?

Too many people, probably, she still didn't seem that strong, but...

"C-Couldn't Shimamaru do it? She's a fox!"


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes.

Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him.

Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up.

Specialty: Fast, i
ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing.

Semblance:
 Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility.

Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance.

The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used.

Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him.

Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude.

Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments.

Color: Midnight Blue

Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.

[User]
Oswald Connoly- Survival

As more Itzamna came out, Oswald realized that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the others, only having one usable arm and two weapons to wield with it. He could try to fight with one arm, but against more than three or four enemies, he'd be overwhelmed after even the smallest mistake. Deciding to move to the rest of the students, he narrowed his eyes and watched as the others cooperated. Goodwitch's assistant managed to save one of their classmates who was in a bind, Gren made a call out to everybody, alerting them to the presence of Salamanders in the area.

Cursing, Oswald nodded at Abel, who had appeared near him after having eliminated some Grimm. "Stick by me, if you would. Only using one arm has made me quite the easy target." As he spoke, a group of five Itzamna charged them, moving to surround the pair of boys in a pincer attack. "I'll take the left." Hoping that Abel could handle the larger share, Oswald turned to the pair closest to him, staring the creatures down.

Both advanced at once, trying to get him between the two, but Oswald teleported to the side of one and stabbed into its side, causing the raptor to leap away, wounded but still alive. Grunting, Oswald stepped out of the way of the other Grimm, which had used the distraction to make an attack. Oswald threw his cloak onto the Itzamna and stabbed straight through it, piercing the monster's shoulder, then turned his attention back to the first raptor, which was now stalking over towards him, even more angry. Repeating his original attack, Oswald teleported directly in front of the Grimm, stabbing upward into its throat.

Turning as one creature disappeared, Oswald smirked as he watched the second Itzamna free itself from his cloak and leap at him. A shoulder roll to the right, and he'd flanked the raptor, slashing downwards with his sword, slicing its tail free from its body. Now heavily wounded and bleeding, the Itzamna let out a guttural screech, causing some salamanders to make their way towards the pair. "Dammit, they're just gonna keep calling for the others! Abel, we need to find the rest of the students and form up!"

[Assistant]
Sangue Naga - Survival

Sangue coughed when the Itzamnas stopped pulling on her claw. Her grip on her blade loosening when Sarina helped her, the red-haired woman shakily stood up, giving the helpful woman a respectful nod.

Suddenly, the woman saw something fly straight towards her, causing the swordswoman to jerk her head and barely dodge a fistful of venom. Glaring at the skies, she frowned. A salamander had decided to bully her by preparing to send another streak of venom.

Fortunately, fire could not fight easily against fire. Sangue's semblance, after all, would be useful against Salamanders.

Flailing her claw up in front of her, Sangue loosely defended herself from another streak of acid, coating the Apophis Claw with venom. The Apophis Claw seemed to keep the venom sticking to itself, though it was evident that the poison would only be used in a few attacks before vanishing. And even if she got hit, the venom would heal her.

...She would probably be unable to keep up with the Salamanders due to her lack of proper far-ranged weapons, however.

While she was paying attention, several more Itzamnas appeared and headed for both her and Sarina. Her open eye squinting at the sight of Grimm surrounding everyone, Sangue whispered to the dark-haired woman,

"Please take care of the beast in the skies. I will cover you as much as possible."

The red-haired woman prepped her blade by her waist before slashing through an Itzamna that got too close to her by itself. There were approximately four Itzamnas headed for Sangue, and one Salamander and several other Itzamnas apparently deciding on whether to attack Sarina or Sangue. She decided to save the Apophis Claw's newly coated venom when she was given the chance to face other Salamanders that decided to attack her.

[User]
Robert Fallson - Practice

Robert continued standing at attention, waiting for the other students of the class to get to the range so Ms. Vanhomrigh could start the next part of the class. He was slowly getting impatient though. At first, he started rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. Then he began rocking back-and-forth on the soles of his feet. After a while, Robert decided that he'd risk getting in trouble with Ms. Vanhomrigh, if only to give himself something to do. He'd talk to one of his classmates. "I wonder how the guys in Survival class are doing. Probably something boring like learning how to build fires and pitch tents and stuff," Robert said to no one in particular. He hoped someone would still hear him even though everyone had their ear protection already on.

[Assistant]
Jack Orpheus | Survival

For a good portion of this fight, Jack was absent. In fact he was coming out of the woods, with a bundle of sticks, announcing his return, before he realized he was tailed by a bunch of Itzanmas. He turned as they charged him, and in that split second that would normally force anyone to block or even just take the hit, Jack was fast enough to weave to the side. With an unchanging expression he dropped the sticks and drew a single blade all in one movement, before plunging it down the neck of the Itzanma that dared charge him, beheading it. As he side stepped the Itzanma, he out of the corner of his eyes saw the other two, and the moment he confirmed the hit on the first one, already made use of his Semblance to zip around and strike the other two. Finishing that, he turned to the clearing, where the camp was... And...

"Okay, so-... I guess everyone's kind of busy...", and had it under control too. That was until he saw the Salamander join in from the other end of the camp.

"Yep. Definitely busy". He was a little elated, a new opponent oh boy, enough that he charged the Salamander instantly. The other students only saw a blue lightning and what seemed to be multiple strikes upon the Salamander from multiple directions. The trees in the area let him use his Lightning Rod special move, but that extra speed meant nothing in the face of the Salamander's armour, his strikes barely did any damage. After several strikes upon multiple parts of the armour, he dashed back to a sliding halt alongside the other students. There were also a bunch of Itzanmas too on the way. Hmmm... Should he dispatch the Itzanmas and let everyone else handle the Salamander? Or should he try and get the Salamander's attention and try and keep it from moving too much so the others can take it down...? After a moment he came to a decision. He announced to the others,

"Don't worry about the Itzanmas. You guys just handle the Salamander", and with that he was off. In a blue flash one was cut down as he passed by it with his Semblance, before coming down on another from above by jumping directly out of his dash. He decided he will hold back the Itzanmas, try as they might, these raptor Grimm weren't going to catch him under normal circumstances.


[System]
Appearance:
Height:6'2 (if he stood up straight) 5'9 in appearance
Weight:237 lb.
Hair color:Black
Eye color:Red
Age:?

History:Though not a well known tale, there have long been rumours of a terrible specter in the west of the Imperium. Tales of a knight, hunched in rusting armor and draped in a tattered and dirty white cloak, haunts the Rivenwood. Rumors and speculation abound the mysterious specter, some say he is a demon, sent to harass the good and innocent, others claim he is a spirit of vengeance sent to punish the guilty and cruel, others say he is the ghost of a traitorous knight, who must atone for his sins with an eternity to wander the lands. This last one, is closest to the truth.
Now he searches for the legend relics... for perhaps they can ease his suffering

Personality:Gilligan is solemn and somber, an eternity of wandering has jaded him, and he seeks only salvation now. His mind has begun to fade... slowly with old memories gone or growing fuzzy in his mind, his solitude becoming his undoing. Though largely quiet, he can become a steadfast ally and friend... Despite his curse

Weapons

Rotted great sword
A truly ancient blade, which appears to be dull and worthless. In spite of its appearance the blade is very dangerous, reathed in dark ether, its dark energy affects more than just the physical being and can even cleave the soul in twain

Abilities (Magic)

Spectral gaze:A cold, dead stare, with the power of the grave behind it. The weak willed are paralyzed with fear, or run from his terrible visage, even those with strong minds become deeply disturbed.

Penitent spectre:Gilligan exist in both the physical world as well as the invisible realm of spirits, both of which he observes in tandem. This means that physical attacks as well as any magic or attacks from spirits effect him. However, it also means he can likewise interact with incorporeal beings just as he would a physical person. As well, attacks on either side of the spectrum injure him less as well, for he exists wholly in neither realm, allowing his seemingly physical body and meta-physical spirit to weather far more punishment than others.

Strength of the dead:Far stronger than the average human, as this mortal coil no longer contains his strength. Also, for a short time he can will his limbs to move faster, overcoming his normally slow and clumsy gait, however temporary the ability is.

Life hunt:His most powerful magical ability, this intensely draining and difficult power allows Gilligan to drain power from his targets soul, to temporarily boost his own abilities while weakening his opponent. He can only hold onto to the power for as long as he can will it to remain tethered to his own soul, after which the energy dissipates into the void.

Other

Veil of the curse
This invisible magical force is a primary effect of his curse. It intercepts any words the cursed man speaks and tinges them with the vile sound of lies and treachery. This leads virtually all people to distrust him, all but a few. Oddly, a small number of people do not perceive the veil, and here the poor man's words for how he truly intended them. Rather than a vile traitorous ghost these people see the proud, and remorseful knight underneath the curse... a man simply trying to atone for his sins. These people are rare though, and none are sure of why they do not perceive the veil.

The cursed wound
Gilligan's left arm hangs, shattered and useless under his tattered cloak until it is disturbed. Broken when he was cursed, the wound can never heal, and the bones shall never set. However, through titanic effort, he can force the arm to move (it is the arm he must use for life drain, contributing to the abilities difficulty) with his ghostly soul. For most of tge time however, it hangs, hidden and broken, like the Knights on pain and pride

[User]
Zyax…o…mort?

 Mal snarled as the man began to dissipate, and with him went the anger of his inner spirit. Once the masked man was gone, Mal twisted around to see a forest torn by carnage, and the smoking carcass of an emerald beast. His hand grasped at the strap around his shoulder, holding the bag firmly in his gloved hands as he peeked into the distance.

 The crowd had increased in size from before his conversation. He could see that much based on the group that had surrounded that red girl. As for Ugnis, he appeared to have dashed off, screaming bloody murder as he went. The relic's energy still wavered on the air, but it wasn't enough to afflict Mal's magic in any way, shape, or form.

 Zyaxomort. And what had the man been saying about his "shift" in the story? The way he talked sounded almost like a deity out of a myth. He held onto that word though, and the man's shifty eyes. Had Mal been quick to judge the Jester of the Court? Exactly what court was he playing for if he called himself a true neutral?

 Either way, Mal was getting his second wind. He had enough energy to get out of that situation and recuperate, at least. With a tug at the straps of his bag, he turned towards the road that led back to the Rivenwood town.

From there, he needed to find a library, or somewhat relatively intelligent.

 Zyaxomort. Zyax O'Mort? Zyax O. Mort? Zyaxo Mort? The collection of sounds didn't sound like the common dialect, but it stuck in his brain like a jagged thorn.

 He needed to find out the meaning of it all.

 So, clutching at his bleeding shoulder with one hand, he grabbed a stick from the ground as support and limped down the road.

 He glanced back one last time to the group. There was one relic there, as well as a man on whom Mal personally placed his mark.

 His signature grin broke wide again, "Well Buster, today has been quite unique. Unfortunately, I lack the energy to deal with any threats at the moment… I guess we dive in deeper tomorrow… once I've recovered."

 He adjusted his hood by lifting his hand away from his shoulder. The dark hood was starting to stain darker red as he stumbled down the road at a slow, but consistent pace.

[Assistant]
Once the cursed one managed to get out that he would not attack, Atreides let his hand drop from his sword hilt. He knew the truth of things, then, and would not remain any more hostile to him than he was normally to everyone. But he kept his tone in check as the being stuttered and forced the truth of its words out between whatever the curse attempted to wring them into, a considerable effort no doubt. As it finished speaking, he responded in kind, returning his hands to the pockets of his coat as he did so.

"They don't swear fealty to me, soldier, though if this turns out to be one big band of people running around, I will at least try to talk sense into them before they run into bloody peril every five minutes. The red lady? Folks call her Crimson Streak, Sable to others, she's handy with the knives, enough so not to need magic to compensate. You got a name, or shall it remain cursed one or soldier?"

Atreides had pretty much dismissed the other people running around, being problematic and talking FAR too much, too fast, and too loud for his own tastes. Sable eventually wandered over, and he glanced her way briefly before returning his gaze to the cursed soldier and await his response, speaking an aside to Sable as he did so.

"Lot louder than planned, Meat. Got any suggestions for further planning? Can bet your arse at least one of that lot a raging murder desire for me now. Almost always happens."

Darkness was falling fast, the sun setting over the land, and it wouldn't be too long before folks would have to turn in at the town's local inn. Atreides wouldn't mind a good night's rest, though some preparations would be necessary prior to falling asleep of course. Never trust his surroundings to be safe got him a good ways.

[User]
"Grace period? Ah, I'm still going to end up following you anyways. Besides! I'm great at healing wounds! Here, let's see, how about your friend over there that's wobbling a bit? Actually, that might scare him...Oh well. I'll just wait until later..."

A cross of the arms and the separated orbs all converged back into a single one that performed a light rotation above her head as she listened to the lot speak. ...Sable? A woman without magic taking on a dragon? Sounded like a death wish in the making to her. But, might as well get to work if she wanted to try and stay close to this newfound interest of hers. And with that in mind, she clapped her hands together and held her hand up for the sake of drawing the red woman's attention.

"Miss Sable! Are you injured anywhere in particular? Or your friends of varying eccentric backgrounds? Also, is that your kid? I don't think I've ever seen someone try to eat a dragon before...I wonder if it tastes okay..."

[Assistant]
Katarina finally managed to pop one scale off with the carving knife she was using. It took some real effort. Why would someone hunt something so hard to prepare for food? She sat down on the dragon and sighed. Maybe she was wrong. Something this big probably wasn't food anyways, maybe they were its food and it just wasn't prepared for such a tough fight. She checked her knife and realized that it was dulled just from prying away like she was and she frowned. She placed the knife back into her bag in its proper place making a note to sharpen it later.

She then heard from the crowd:

She stood up and hopped off the dragon with ease. "Dragon! That's what it's called... weird. And she isn't my Mum. My Mum and Pa sent me exploring to learn about the world! I'm not a kid either. I'm seventeen. That makes me an adult!" She placed her hands on her hips and smiled proudly. Then her stomach grumbled and groaned, causing her to frown again. "And I'm hungry..." Carving up the dragon was a waste of effort and now that she thought of it; the dragon was probably really tough and chewy to eat too. Any huge alpha predator like that would have a lot of tough muscle. She'd have to try and find some food, unfortunately, she didn't know which plants were edible and hunting animals would be a fair amount of effort too.

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Sable sighed.

It was starting to get late, and frankly, she didn't like the idea of wasting any more energy mindlessly slaughtering the predators of the night. So she turned in the direction of the nearest town, ready to make the long trek there. She fully expected Atreides to follow her when he was done conversing…but what about the others?

As if unconsciously, she felt her feet carry her towards the strange girl with the orbs, eyeing yet another stranger who was standing atop the dragon and ranting about food. Or something. It was probably best not to let these younglings run around.

And at that, she sighed again.

"No, that girl is not my offspring," she answered with no emotion to the girl with orbs. "Can you care to introduce yourself? Also…I see that I have mildly scratched myself during the last target elimination."

She held up her left hand to reveal a small criss-cross of scratches, probably when slicing away at that dragon's scales. Nothing too serious, but she figured she might as give the girl what she wanted.

"If you wait shortly, we will find food at the nearest mess hall in the nearest town," she called out to the girl still standing near the dragon.

[Assistant]
"Oh, alright. My name is Exoris.~ And it's a pleasure to meet you, madame. You're quite interesting despite your frosty demeanor- oh. You did get hurt? Alright, lemme fix it. Just stand still!"

The orb at her side floated upwards, right over the woman's head as Exoris hummed a tune and held her index finger upwards against the sphere. A small beam, no bigger than a beam of her pinky, shot out from the tip and into the orb that had grown a bright, sweet pink color. Ah, yes, there it was. The shift in her weapon to turn it into a conduit for nice things!~ With the beam converging into the center of the orb, it would shoot right down on the entirety of the red-clad woman in front of her. What looked like an actual attack was instead a spell turned into a healing light. The crossed wounds would close up as it touched at her skin and Exoris would cross her arms soon afterwards with a satisfied look on her face.

"I doubt the details of how it works is important, so I won't bother boring you with the details. I'm tagging along until you die, if you don't mind! And come on, little girl! Or do you wanna be carried?"

Yes, despite the fact that the girl was only a year younger than her at most, she was still calling her "little". It was an endearing nickname! After all, who thought to go and try carving up a dragon for the sake of making a meal? That deserved some credit to her for creative eating...If not slight concern for how that thought process went to decide that big, green, and scaly equaled beef jerky for dinner.

[User]
"Name... my... name..." the ghostly knight had not been asked for his name in... well he was unsure if just how long had passed. He began running through most all the words in his memory, desperately searching for something to call himself... what was his name? Finally a word caught his attention... it would have to do, "I... was once... ca... called... Gilligan... long ago..." hopefully that would suffice. Though the number of the living had quickly grown since the fight, with more coming from seemingly no where. A strange girl with floating orbs, her soul two very different sides of the same coin. A boy already walking... his soul lobotomized... and temperamental... and fraying. Another woman long in hair... and with the least of corrupted spirits... and a white haired man... wielder of the relic... but his soul carried terror... and the bloodthirsty amulet only inflamed the aggressive soul... a strange group... Gilligan was unsure if they truly knew about even themselves. Gilligan... he would have to become use to calling himself that. Again his vision strayed to the Crimson one... Sable... her soul was strange to him... almost familiar... again memory overtook him... bright light and green grass... a wide beautiful field... and the form of a person... obscured by the sun... and again he was wrenched back to his half existence... how strange...
Returning his attention to the man before him, the soldier managed to sputter out, "You seek... the relics... I will accompany you... and... sable... this... is... Un... ne... negoti... negotiable..."


[System]
Gender: Male

Apperance: (Ignore the little Makar, unless they actually exist…)

Link is a little guy for his age, just over 5 foot in height and very light. As pictured, is skin is slightly tanned.

Age: 16

Race: Hylian/Gerudo

Skills: * Link is a pretty efficient all-round little warrior, his skills in swordplay are unmatched. He's very precise with a keen eye, despite being rather clumsy too.
* He has an unnaturally high level of physical strength, despite his size and stature. While it is a gift, it is also a curse; he has very little control over it, his strength often getting him into trouble and repelling other people away from him. As such, he appears doomed to loneliness unless he can learn to control himself.
* A quick problem solver and intelligent; however, his intelligence is limited to being a quick learner and quick to understand. He doesn't have much common sense and is easily stressed.
* Growing up with a blacksmith means he can repair, sharpen and create weaponry and armour himself.

Magic Abilites: Shadow: His power in the dark arts appears unlimited, yet very limited at the same time. While he holds an incredible amount of magical power in the shadow, he doesn't know how to use it or control it. Despite his incredibly high level of shadow power, his heart is pure and his intentions are good.

Weapons: Meister: A weapon he constructed himself after a weapon reoccurring in his dreams. It's very durable, but very heavy. He uses the weight to try and help control his strength. He named it what he thought it was.

Inventory: Due to just being a little troubled kid, he doesn't have much to start other than a few potions.

Bio: Link was born an ordinary boy, only problem was he was adopted rather than born into a normal home. His mother was nothing but a prostitute who got unlucky, promptly abandoning the boy and her burden. No matter, he was able to have a normal upraising with the man who found him crying, alone and vulnerable. He stayed with a blacksmith as he grew up, one that made it his duty to keep Link happy, even if it meant lying to him about his true origins. He didn't want to upset the boy or allow him to grow up to be a rebel; however, his own natural abilities were shown to be the true rebel.

He lived and grew up in Kakariko Village, training himself up to hopefully try and make something of himself. All due to those who teased him as he grew, all due to his unstable abilities, he was determined to find a way to get people to like him. He never had many people who would consider him to be a friend, his abilities proving to be more threatening to them than what it was worth being friends for. He grew quiet over the years, determined to control himself and prove to them that he was not a monster in the disguise of a boy.

[User]
Regol handed Link the map and pointed to the secret entrance in the Castle Gardens so Link knew what path to take on the map. Regol pulled off his ring and it gave way to his black doctor robes, plague mask, and tricorn hat. Regol did wonder if there was any traps to be had in this ancient labyrinth of secret passage ways. He made a duplicate of himself from the shadows of the dark tunnel and ordered it to run down the tunnel. The duplicate made it a ways, almost out of sight from the groups eyes when it suddenly stepped on a pressure plate and spikes stabbed it from both side walls, the duplicate turned into a cloud of black mist. Regol stepped behind Caelan and gave him a pat on the back. The man was a treasure hunter and a veteran of diving into old abandoned ruins, booby traps and all those things were right up his alley.

I mean the path to the Castle Garden was a short trip on the map, how many traps could there be between where they were at and their destination? All they had to do was make it to the castle and he would be able to get them to the Princess, out of the Castle would be a different story.

[Assistant]
Link had no idea what he was going to do about this castle or if he was going to have any sort of combat skills if it came down to using them so his only real hope right now was Caelan and his knowledge of castles and buildings leading away and keeping them out of trouble. Caelan going to places where there was treasure and castles had treasure so that surely didn't matter too much in the long term what difference it might make. Frowning when he called him crazy in return for his own exploits he folded his arms lightly, raising his shoulders. "It's not like I wanted to be hunted down like an animal. It happened suddenly, I didn't even provoke them", he spoke before looking back, "You're lucky when it comes to magic, you know. Yours is pretty gentle and can heal and all that so I can see why you would want to learn more about it.

Link wasn't terribly good at making plans, he usually made them up as he went along and if a puzzling situation came his way he was typically going to end up trying to solve it. It would probably had been best if he worked alone for something like this if Regol was going to be afraid of this woman and Caelan was not sounding terribly confident in him or wanting to be around him for that matter. Maybe Caelan could go alone if that was the case, he would be perfectly fine with hanging back if he was just going to be disliked that much. Maybe that was all just assumptions, he wasn't terribly used to people liking him and he didn't particularly like his own company. Sighing lightly as he thought about the plan some more he did wonder if he was going to gain the confidence of Caelan at all. He didn't mean to imply that he could walk into all the traps, just that he might be able to help them if they ever came across any.

Looking over to Regol he frowned when he was given the map, staring down at it and the apparent secret entrance. So they just had to get around the back and into the gardens, shouldn't be too hard with the direction they were going on. Looking up from the map he gasped at the duplicate, not expecting that to be the first thing he saw when he took his attention off the map before flinching when the sound of a trap going off destroyed it, his eyes slowly retreating behind the map again. Even if that was a duplicate that sounded rather painful, his eyes soon moving to Caelan in hope that he might be able to get rid of such a thing. If he had his shadow abilities he might had been able to hold the spikes back with a shield of some sort while they ran through, but that was his own selfish mistake. "Just how many have been pierced by those…I don't know if I want to think about it…"

[User]
"My magic isn't all sunshine and butterflies, or were you not paying attention on the bridge?" Caelan asked, frowning as he pat the waterskin at his hip, "Healing just so happens to be something I can do, it's usually used for fighting whatever monsters are in ruins." He didn't want Link getting the wrong idea that he was some saint or something, he wasn't. Anyways onto the traps... Experience said there would be booby traps down here, but then how much sense did that make? If these were escape tunnels there shouldn't be any, you didn't want to risk killing the people trying to get out. Recalling the map Caelan could see the spiderwebbing of the tunnels meaning there was more than one route; one probably had no traps in it, the others were littered with them. If that were the case, as Regol's shadow was kind enough to show, then he had his work cut out for him. No pressure, he always loved it when other people's lives were on the line because of him. Nodding when pat on the back he let out a sigh, figuring it was no or never for them to get moving.

"Well if we keep our eyes open and don't do anything stupid we won't be included among them." Good thing about pressure plate traps was if you knew how they triggered you knew how to disable them as well. Applying pressure onto the plate itself released a catch below, and that catch often retracted lines which pulled the wraps, be it a swinging axe or a wall of spikes. If you removed the plate though, disabled the pressure sensor you were completely fine. Going to where Regol's shadow had been shredded seconds earlier he stopped and picked out the plate, taking a knee as he prepared to do his work. "Uh... You two might want to stay back, just saying. Never know when one of these could screw up and kill you," he joked grimly.

With no blade to use he formed a shard of ice in his hand, thinning it to have the thickness of a blade itself. Then using it to pry beneath the pressure plate, and being especially careful not to press on it, he pushed the blade in further until he broke the seal, using the edge of the hole to push the plate up and off. After that it was a simple matter of finding the wires connected to the spike traps, which he did, he encased them in ice to freeze them in place and prevent them from moving. Just to test himself he gritted his teeth and pressed two fingers down on the sensor, smiling when nothing came of it.

"And there you have it, one disabled trap... And probably a hundred more to go," Caelan said as he dissolved his makeshift blade, wiping down his hands then on his pants before continuing ahead. They didn't get more than 50 meters along before he found a tripwire trap, and with some careful scanning of the walls he found an axe suspended in an indent, just waiting to fly out and take someone's head off, or cut them in half. "With tripwires there's two ways of dealing with it... Either set it off, let the trap do its thing and try to pass by, or clog up the hole and hope it works..." He'd try the latter, and he happened to just have the tool for it too. Pulling the plate from earlier out of his pocket he pressed it up against the opening in the wall, using ice magic again to freeze it firmly in place. Using just the tip of his foot he then released the axe, watching as it swung and slammed into the plate, denting it but remaining put. "Sure neither of you want to go it a try?" Caelan asked, glancing back with a smirk, "There's nothing to it really."

[Assistant]
THREE HOURS LATER...

It had been a long three hours at a snails pace. All in all it was obviously for the best, rather safe than filled with spikes head to toe or being squished flat like paper. Regol had expended a decent amount of magic on the whole endeavor, but he would survive and would be fine after a short while. Link had definitely helped, while the map wasn't detailed enough to show exactly where the trap was and what kind, he was able to read it and give them enough of a heads up before they walked into one. Now they were underneath the Garden, a old wooden ladder went up into what looked like a large bush. This was it, the moment of truth, to dawn their masks and see if they could pull it off. All in all, their mission was simple. Go in castle, find princess, leave with princess, avoid countless soldiers and Fiona the dreaded Marksman of the Brotherhood.

Regol made hand motions for the two to put their Templar masks on that the Mask Salesman had given them. Regol would duke it out as himself, use his authority as Father Thallus' second-in-command. He figured it would work for a while, enough to at least find the princess, but if Fiona was lurking too close, she would without a doubt catch wind of his return or would move to finish what she had failed to do to him earlier. The thrust for power corrupts all, women and men alike, Deku and Goron, it had no gender or race. If he could speak he would have tried to speak some encouraging words or give a pep talk, but he had lost his ability to talk long ago through normal means, and he himself was a bit nervous. He had turned traitor (or in his eyes turned to the side of justice and liberty) and wondered what punishment awaited him at the hands of Thallus if he were caught.

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Link was starting to feel kind of strange as time marched on, he didn't really know why and was just marching on hoping it would go away. Maybe it was a combination of tiredness and fear, especially when they had been wandering for so long and didn't appear to be getting any closer to the Princess. He was beginning to wonder where they might be after so long and with tired feet and a stressed out mind he was beginning to wonder if he might as well just go to sleep for the day. Nobody would find where they possibly were if this map did turn out to be wrong, even if it was indicating that they were probably very close. Feeling worn down when he turned the corner he didn't feel relief that there was a ladder where the map said there would be, but rather exasperation when it meant he wasn't going to get a rest after so many hours of wandering. Slowly placing the map away he looked to the others, his attention soon going to Regol completely when he gave them an awkward motion to use the mask finally.

While this meant they were finally going to see some action and get out of these traps, it also meant he was going to have to be very sneaky and hope they won't have to fight. Placing on his mask he sighed and glanced to Caelan, shaking his head. "Well…I guess here goes nothing. I hope you can fight good still". Taking in one final breath he quickly grabbed hold of the ladder and started to climb, feeling a little dizzy once he was a few feet off the ground but carried on upwards. He had to admit he didn't really know what was going on with him or whether it was the amulet messing with him, but either way he had to stick it out and wait for the mission to be over. "Oh man, I don't even know what the Princess looks like…" he sighed lightly, keeping his eyes up as he near reached the top, "I'm sure she's got fancy clothing, but everything else…" Not having time for contemplation he reached the top, pulling himself around the bush the ladder lead to before he crawled around and turned to stare at the other two, waiting for them to get ready to go.


[System]
Age:
15

Gender:
Female

Personality:
Megan is an outgoing friendly sort of individual. She's eager to make new friends and likes talking to people. She tends to put a lot of effort into things she cares about and she cares about things rather easily. Megan can seem a little thoughtless at times but she's more than willing to make up for up in sheer vigor and of course she's always up for a challenge, preferring winning to losing, because who doesn't?

History:
Megan's family is fairly well off, certainly enough so that Megan wasn't wanting for anything. Her vibrant personality and natural athletics allowed her to make friends easily. However she was mostly unfamiliar with the world of Yu-Gi-Oh until several of her friends started playing with each other. Megan learned from them and devolved a keen interest in the game, as the aspects of both skill and luck appealed to her, along with everyone having their own unique style of dueling. So she convinced her parents to get her sent to a dusty old duel academy so she could, quote "git gud".

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Warriors

Chosen courses:
Action Special Summon

Current Dorm:
Earth

Chosen Structure Deck:
Warriors Triumph

Monsters

x1 Gilford the Legend 1
x1 Warrior Lady of the Wasteland 2
x1 Dark Blade 3
x1 Goblin Attack Force 4
x1 Gearfried the Iron Knight 6
x1 Swift Gaia the Fierce Knight 7
x1 Obnoxious Celtic Guard 8
x1 Command Knight 9
x1 Marauding Captain 10
x1 Exiled Force 11
x1 D.D. Warrior Lady 12
x1 Doomcalibur Knight 13
x1 Mystic Swordsman LV4 15
x1 Mystic Swordsman LV6 16
x1 Ninja Grandmaster Sasuke 17
x1 Gearfried the Swordmaster 18
x1 Twin Sword Marauder 19
x1 Armed Samurai - Ben Kei 20
x1 Freed the Matchless General 21

Spells

x1 Divine Sword - Phoenix Blade 22
x1 Lightning Blade 23
x1 Mystical Space Typhoon 24
x2 Reinforcement of the Army 25 32
x1 The Warrior Returning Alive 26
x1 Fusion Sword Murasame Blade 27
x1 Wicked-Breaking Flamberge - Baou 28
x1 Fairy of the Spring 29
x1 Axe of Despair 30
x1 Lightning Vortex 31
x1 Swords of Revealing Light 33
x1 Ekibyo Drakmord 34
x1 Release Restraint 35
x1 Solidarity 36

Traps
x1 Fiendish Chain 37
x1 Magic Jammer 38
x1 Royal Decree 39
x1 Soul Drain 40
x1 Torrential Tribute 14
x1 Compulsory Evacuation Device 5
Monsters
x1 Gilford the Legend
x1 Warrior Lady of the Wasteland
x1 Dark Blade
x1 Goblin Attack Force
x1 Gearfried the Iron Knight
x1 Swift Gaia the Fierce Knight
x1 Obnoxious Celtic Guard
x1 Command Knight
x1 Marauding Captain
x1 Exiled Force
x1 D.D. Warrior Lady
x1 Mataza the Zapper
x1 Mystic Swordsman LV2
x1 Mystic Swordsman LV4
*x1 Mystic Swordsman LV6
x1 Ninja Grandmaster Sasuke
x1 Gearfried the Swordmaster
x1 Armed Samurai - Ben Kei

Spells

x1 Divine Sword - Phoenix Blade
x1 Snatch Steal(Banned) Enemy Controller
x1 Mystical Space Typhoon
x1 Sharpened Blades
x1 Lightning Blade
x1 Malevolent catastrophe
x2 Reinforcement of the Army
x1 The Warrior Returning Alive
x1 Fusion Sword Murasame Blade
x1 Wicked-Breaking Flamberge - Baou
x1 Fairy of the Spring
x2 Reload
x1 Lightning Vortex
x1 Swords of Concealing Light
x1 Release Restraint

Traps
x1 Telekinetic Power Well
x1 Solidarity
x1 Magic Jammer
x1 Royal Decree
x1 Blast with Chain

@Eklispe Gachi Gachi Gantetsu x 2
Goblin Attack Force
Pixie Ring x 2
Twin-Sword Marauder x 3
Zaborg the Thunder Monarch
Horn of the Unicorn
Cyber Dragon
Possessed Dark Soul
Soul Exchange
Forbidden Chalice
Charcoal Inpachi
Chaos Necromancer
Shield Crush x 2
Prideful Roar
Burden of the Mighty x 2
Wind-Up Soldier
Mad Reloader
Metal Reflect Slime x 2
Mysterious Guard
The Calculator
Morphing Jar x 2 (Banned)
Raigeki (Banned)
Super Conductor Tyranno x 2
Dark Ruler Ha Des
Twin-Headed Behemoth
Torrential Tribute x 2
Freed the Matchless General x 2
Shine Knight
Axe of Despair
Fighting Spirit x 2
Gene-Warped Warwolf
Makyura the Destructor (Banned)
Swords of Revealing Light
Skill Successor
Yaksha
Gagaga Magician
Vortex Trooper
Power Frame
Beast King Barbaros
Shield Warrior
Different Dimension Gate x 2
Card Trooper
Fabled Raven
Doomcaliber Knight
Solemn Judgment (Banned)
Offerings to the Doomed
Chainsaw Insect
Tragoedia
Compulsory Evacuation Device
Ante
Hedge Guard x 2
Mobius the Frost Monarch
Half or Nothing
Hardened Armed Dragon
Skull Archfiend of Lightning
Fiendish Chain
Botanical Lion
Level Eater
Scroll of Bewitchment
Fairy Guardian x 2
Melchid the Four-Face Beast
Grand Tiki Elder x 2
Spirit Message "A" x 2
Destiny Board
Miracle Dig
Flying Fish
Blind Destruction
Fire Sorcerer
The Portrait's Secret
Ekibyo Drakmord
Spirit of Flames
Shining Abyss
Spherous Lady

Chronomaly Pyramid Eye Tablet x 2
Trance the Magic Swordsman
Compulsory Escape Device x 2
Gagagarush
Spellbook of Wisdom
Sishunder
Charioteer of Prophecy
Ninjitsu Art of Shadow Sealing
Little Trooper
Where Arf Thou?
Heroic Challenger - Spartan
Amores of Prophecy
Photon Caesar
Dust Knight
Spellbook of Power
Chronomaly Mayan Machine x 3
Impenetrable Attack
Chronomaly Moai
Strength of Prophecy
Atlantean Attack Squad x 2
Uniflora, Mystical Beast of the Forest
Mahunder
Heroic Chance
Three of a Kind
Xyz Soul
Catapult Zone
Madolche Chateau
Block Golem
Soul Drain
Generation Force
Fairy King Albverdich
15 base
A win in a standard duel will give 30 points.
A loss in a standard duel will give 15 points.
Won 1 duel against CAmyrn, lost 3
Getting 40 points of Battle Pack: Epic Dawn and 20 points of Labyrinth of Nightmare. Spent 60 points
Points: 0

[User]
Maisy was still content to wait, up until there was a mirror in her face. ...Was the guy trying to say she had something in her teeth? Or some snot dribbling out of her nose? Nope. "AH!" Maisy squealed, arms flailing as she tried to regain her senses, before flopping, much like a fish, or an idiot, onto her back. Whining, she rubbed the back of her head, before crossing her arms, cheeks puffed out in frustration. "I wanted to meet that guy's opponent..." she lamented, before looking to her notepad and writing the name of the card that had flashed her eyes to near-blindness. "Gishki Aquamirror".

Figuring that she literally had no real reason to be in the cafeteria anymore, Maisy simply got to taking the stairs, all the way back up to the top. Noodle Legs doing their damnedest, Maisy was exhausted once she reached the floor that coincidentally had the card shop on it. Resisting the urge to drool on the windows, Maisy figured she might as well just browse around the card shop, maybe do some planning on what packs she'd buy next. Or just see what was on sale. Stepping on inside, Maisy fanned her face with her hat for a moment before putting it back on, rubbing her eyes. "Nnn...till stings..." she said, really lucky she didn't have light-sensitive epilepsy.

[Assistant]
Hayate sighed when she hung up on her D-Ceiver and wondered what to do and took out her unchanged deck "I haven't bought any packs yet..." Hayate sighed but smiled straight away deciding it should be a good time to buy new packs instantly running down the stairs in a rush to the place to buy packs to improve her deck slight but sadly Hayate had no real clue about what to buy and when she arrived at the card shop she drew a blank being clueless on which pack to buy and had a rather clueless look on her face when she approached the clerk "Um... I just want some packs to improve my deck... But I don't know which ones... so maybe... you can give me 1 of each of the newest packs?" Hayate said rather confused and questioning her own decision but really she didn't know any better and of course the clerk was happy to help her out and just grabbed the latest packs for her who knows maybe she will decide to build herself a side-deck if she liked any of the cards

Hayato sighed when he realized nobody was there and promptly sighed and ran back to the academy of which he kinda wanted to just talk to someone who is actually capable of being nice but changed his mind and turned to Shinrei after still following him "Hey... Shinrei... talk to me... what is it that you regret the most in your life?" Hayato asked Shinrei out of nowhere "for me... it would be betraying my own sister..." Hayato said just following Shinrei around out of boredom taking out his deck "maybe even the way i grew up on the dark side of dueling..." Hayato added and sighed "You probably heard about it... Duelists getting bribed or Illegal dueling in the dark alleys and the worse one of all hired assassins to take out any competitors" Hayato sighed "heck even some companies are doing some shady things like some sick experiments on duelists even their own children" Hayato added luckily not mentioning any names in particular

Hayato sighed and changed the subject "Reminds me... Shinrei about what you said in your room a few days ago... I do have something to report... I saw your sister embracing a wind student... on the day of the Action dueling class... you know anything about that?" Hayato reported to Shinrei even though it was likely unimportant to mention but it was something he noticed and it involved Tsukiko seemed important enough to him "But other than that nothing really suspicious happened to hey other than the weird occurrence today" Hayato concluded and instantly wondered about something "Where were you that day anyways I couldn't find you or Hayate after i concluded my duel" Hayato asked slightly concerned about her taking out his deck "You know... You should stop being so alone all the time... spend some time with your sister or something if not just find a spot where you can talk to people. even if I prefer being alone at least i try to socialize with other people... but if you just want to talk to someone just come to me alright, its the least i can do for you if you allow me that is... heck i can't report anything suspicious when it comes to Tsukiko if i can't reach you" Hayato said looking at his D-Ceiver to check if he received any messages and sighed before deciding its time to split up "if you got anything to say back to me you can do that later..." Hayato simply finished and walked up the stairs thinking about finding a duel hopefully someone in his own dorm his loss streak started to bother him slightly but he was sure it was bad luck

[User] Megan's gait was awkward as they slowly made their way to the elevator, which mostly involved Hass practically carrying her and Megan hopping on one foot. "No you're fine, thanks for helping me out Hass." she said cheerily to her rescuer. How embarrassing that she'd had to be saved. Whatever, as long as she didn't have to use crutches she'd be happy, after all she knew how over excited doctors got whenever anybody got hurt. The rest of the ride proceeded in silence as Megan caught her breath, preparing herself for the next stretch. The elevator arrived and the two once again slowly made their way out, arriving at the infirmary. To her surprise four other students were there already, a girl she hadn't met before, the girl that was rude to her earlier who was now taking a nap, and that cheery guy... Leando, Leander something. Along with some guy who looked like he didn't want to be ignored for some reason. "Hey guys, what're you two in for?" she asked them curiously as Hass helped her sit down in a bed and wait for a nurse to come by. Megan wondered whether anyone else had gotten into a duel like her after the left the class and whether lipstick lady had gotten caught. She remembered Leando or whatever had ran out of the room vaguely, but they'd gone different directions.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly.

Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range.

Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge.

Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist.

Color: Azure

Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally.

Appearance:
When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.

[User]
Sapphire Rode - Infirmary
Sapphire couldn't believe who she was talking too. Had his brain truly been scrambled by the cave in? Seemed like the possibly was rising with every word he said. How else could he not know that she was referring to the initiation ceremony? The one they had horribly failed. Sapphire wondered if she could stay with her grandparents and Demetra when this fell through.

As a bonus the scatter brained faunus was also a bleeding heart. "Happened to have wronged you before, I apologize." The hell was he talking about, he wasn't even sure that he had done something wrong and yet was still prepared to admit defeat. Sapphire rolled her eyes. It was just about this time that the door creaked open. In walked a tall heavy set boy likely about her age. He was from the tunnel, what was his name Adel, Able something like that.

He clearly realized three seconds after entering that he'd walked into the middle of an awkward conversation. Sapphire didn't really have a problem letting that moment drag out and did so watching him squirm uncomfortable until he finally spoke. When he did it was sort of shaky and rather generic greeting which sparked something in Sapphire. Alright? Alright! Didn't he have eyes? It was plan for anyone to see that neither of them was 'alright'.

"Oh yeah," Sapphire said turning on Abel. "We're just super, me with my broken rib, sprained ankle, black eye and a mild concussion not to mention all the little cuts and bruises. Then we've got fur ball over there whose only recollection seems to be his own name. We are totally fine right now." Sapphire said glaring at him. It annoyed her when people tried to look on the bright side. It was better to see a situation for what it was regardless of how bad that might be.

[Assistant]
"Agreed. I would also like to get to know all of you a bit better. Likes, dislikes, hobbies, dreams, basic knowledge so that we can avoid annoying each other too much." was what Marcus wanted to know. "Shouldn't you take me to dinner first? Fat chance of that, pal, you have something to prove before you earned yourself that much." Diamond said in an abrasive tone. "I have no problem following you to battle, but that doesn't automatically make us buddies."

she patted her pockets nervously, searching for the pack of smokes she had somewhere. Her past was something she wasn't going to share with just anyone, no thank you. she reached the last pocket. Nothing. Damn, must have lost them in battle. Oh well, there's always the emergency reserve... Diamond thought, lifted her hat and pulled a cig from the inside, hiding it in her sleeve. "I'll catch up later. You ladies have fun." she said as she went to the nearest exit, metallic clicks of her lighter opening and closing as she went echoing behind her.

It was already darkening outside, and kinda cold. She found herself back in the gardens, far enough to be out of sight. Taking a drag, she relaxed a bit. She didn't like to be reminded of what she used to do. She wasn't a bad thief, far from it. One of her last hits were art thefts, something that required a lot of preparation and skill to pull off. And then she grew careless with the small stuff and tried to pickpocket a cop in civilian disguise. As soon as her hand went into his pocket, she had cuffs around her wrist.

"You wish you'd rather stuck your filthy hand to the toilet huh?" Diamond growled as she remembered his line. that bastard's satisfied smirk. Fortunately for her they had nothing else on her, and she only got few months. however, a few months in Althesian juvy are enough to make one certain they don't want to wind up in an Althesian prison.

Finishing up the cigarette, she flipped out her scroll and searched for their room. First floor, she could take a shortcut. After a while she found the correct window and used her semblance to summon a ladder for herself. Climbing up, she had a look at the window. Fortunately Beacon was located in nice, but older buildings, and it's security at least as far as the dorms were concerned were later addition. all she had to do was unlock the window - there were no alarms built into it. she wasn't bothered if a camera caught er - it was her room! and besides, she'd be doing the school a service pointing out a fault. she could get away with that if it even came to it.

Once more reaching below her hat, she took out a thin piece of shaped metal and slipped it between the halves of the window. When it reached far enough, she stepped on the ledge and dissolved the ladder. Instead she used her shadow to extend the metal tool to the handle on the inside. With a simple motion, the window opened and she crawled in. Just as she shut it behind her, the door opened for what she assumed was the rest of her team walking in. she turned around with a cheeky smile, giving them a wave of the hand.

[User]
Gren had to hurry. He had made the snacks in record time, and wanted to get to the infirmary before his teammates were discharged. He carried a large box in one hand, and a bouquet of flowers in the other Rainflower, Marigolds, and Eglantine Roses. Perhaps a bit more self-loathing than Gren had hoped, but he wanted to show that he felt sorry for what had happened and wanted to show that he wanted the best from them all. But before he could enter the hospital he faced his worse enemy: doors. His hands were full and frankly, he was already a bit person. Squeezing through without damaging his cargo would be... Difficult. So he improvised, as he often does. Focusing his Semblance to his feet, Gren began to walk up the side of the hospital looking for an open window. More importantly he was looking for which floor Shiro and Sapphire were on.

And as luck would have it, Gren not only found the room which his teammate were in, but it also was at an open window. However he could sense the tension in the air and hear Sapphire's scathing words. Just as he feared, Sapphire was being a bitch. But Gren suppose she had her reasons, and would let her vent. At the very least he was going to go half-way to admit his guilt in this mess. Without a word Gren stepped into the room through the window, placing the box on a counter near by. "Glad to see that you still have your fire, Rode."

Gren went to work quickly. After putting the flowers in a vase he opened one of the boxes which revealed a cake. He looked through the cabinets and found some plates napkins, and would use those as makeshift plates. He had brought plastic forks with him at least, and he began to cut the cake into equal length pieces for each of them. Gren served slices of cake for everyone sans himself, leaving his cut at the counter. "Make yourself comfortable Fulgurate. From the wounds on Rode and Shiro, they still need to recover." After giving Abel his slice Gren went over to Kuhaku, who seem to be sadden. Gren smiled at him, which was a bit awkward considering that Gren looked like a monster. "Nice to see you alive partner. But you shouldn't pull out the IV from your body like that. You're going get an infection." Gren noticed the torn IV needle embedded in Kuhaku's arm, also noting that Sapphire also had one. "Why do they always tear out the IV's?" After handing Kuhaku his slice of cake Gren went to their sole female of the team and currently the leader. "You have been chosen as our leader by the way. I look forward to working alongside you, Rode." Gren held out a slice of cake with a fork for Sapphire, sitting on napkin in his hand. The cake was about half the size of Gren's palm, and he had some very big hands.

[Assistant]
Oblivious to his comrades' feelings, Daniel picked a random bed by jumping into it head first, his face landing on a pillow. He then pushed himself off and positioned himself so that he was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. "I got dibs on this bed," Daniel said. The bed was definitely nice. His other bed at home was nowhere near as comfortable.

"You guys wanna come?" Robert asked. Daniel turned his head to look at Robert, then waved his hand dismissively and replied, "Nah man, I'm good. You go on and enjoy yourself." After the events in the forest, he wanted nothing more than to get some rest. Sure, he liked the excitement, but nothing was better than getting a nice nap after the excitement ended. Ahhh, bliss. He placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, and was starting to doze off when Priscilla asked, "How do you guys feel about Robert being the leader?" He cracked one eye open to look at them again. She then started rambling on, "I personally like the fact that he is the leader. Just because of himself having the leader look AND he did tell us what to do back in the fight. Also he has the whole nerdy leader look, so he is probably also the smartest out of us. Not saying that you guys are duuuumb. I'm just stating my facts. You guys?"

Daniel wasn't sure whether to feel insulted or not, but he was too tired to think about that. Instead, he said, "Ehhh, doesn't matter to me. Guess someone had to do it, and I'm sure glad it ain't me." He rolled over so he was facing away from the others and said, "I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me when it's time to eat or somethin'." With that said, he sighed and began to doze off again.

[User] Greyson sighed as he grabbed the bed by the door knowing if someone came in our not meant Greyson will play sentry most of the time. Greyson didn't like Daniel comment but Greyson wasn't going to call him on it so when Robert asked if they wanted to explore greyson decided "nah I'm good here in going to take a bath and relax a little while before I design my space" Then priccila asked both him and Daniel about what they think about Robert being leader and greyson shrugged "personally I wanted to be leader but Robert is a better choice I'd rather just think about being the strategist"

[Assistant]
While Abel knew he hadn't been heading into a friendly situation, he found more malice in Sapphire than he had thought. When she glared at him, scathing emerald green into azure blue, his own eyes lost their friendliness. He could feel his pride prickled, mirrored by a slight electric current that rushed through him, causing the hairs on his neck and arms to stand on end. For the love of pete, he had just been trying to be nice, and this girl seemed bent on hating him. Just as strong as his indignation was Abel's disbelief; this was the person that Ozpin thought capable of leading the team?

"Right then," he spat, circling over to a dark brown visitor's chair and plopping down. As he id so, he came within a couple feet of Sapphire, and undoubtedly his superior height wasn't lost on her. "Taking it back. Not glad at all." Though he badly wanted to expound on the subject, he managed to overcome his spike of anger in time to avoid snarling something that he might regret. Instead, he rested his head in his hand, leaning via his elbow on the arm of the chair. Forgotten was the girl's mention of Kuhaku's forgetfulness. As he attempted to relax, the hostility gradually left his face, becoming a sort of dejected grimace. Sapphire's seemingly unprovoked nastiness robbed him of all his thunder, his excitement at being a part of a real time. He just didn't know what to say.

Out of nowhere appeared Gren.

Abel might have jumped if he weren't so tired. He watched, completely engrossed, as Gren unpacked his strange assortment of items upon the counter, and start working on the cake. As the sweet aroma wafted through the air, Abel realized how hungry he was. He waved drily when Gren invited him to make himself comfortable, but bore him no ill will. He and the orc were perhaps the most alike out of any in the room, and not just because they were both more or less uninjured. With a thankful nod of his head Abel accepted the cake, and he began eating rather gravely, wordlessly appreciative that Gren had arrived to take control of the awkward situation. When the faunus offered a slice to Sapphire, Abel paused, half expecting to see her flip the gift onto the floor out of spite.


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

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

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

[User] "Battle Factory? What's that?" Neko asks confused.

[Assistant] There are a group of facilities scattered across Kanto. These facilities are collectively known as the Battle Frontier. There is talent scout, named Scott that goes around looking for strong trainers to have challenge it. The first facility is the Battle Factory, near Cerulean City.

[User] "By watching us battle, you can learn some battle techniques," Shiranui added.

[Assistant] Neko looks at Shiranui. "All right! But. Who're you?"

[User] Smaug was getting bored of the conversations between the humans. He sat down on the cave floor and turned his face away from them. He wore a bored look on his face, in attempt to hide his annoyance.

[Assistant]
"I'm Shiranui Tsukiko, Champion of the Kanto and Kalos Leagues, Sea Hero of the Whirl Islands and Hoenn's Top Coordinator."

Titania wore a sceptical look on her face. "You may be able to hide your annoyance from the humans, but you can't fool me," she stated.

[User] Smaug glared at Titania. "You don't know what I deal with!" Smaug scream in his mind.

[Assistant] "When is this battle factory thing?"

[User] "The Factory is near Cerulean City." Liam explained.

[Assistant] "Yes, but when do people go there?"

[User] "Was far as I know, it never really closes, like the gyms. But common courtesy would say to go during the day."

[Assistant]
"When a Battle Frontier head hunter by the name of Scott deems them worthy to take on the challenge," Shiranui answered, "He looks around the regions for the best trainers to do so and that's why we're here. You're welcome to watch us battle there if you want to do so."

"Your anger is blinding you to the fact that I can read your mind like an open book," stated Titania, fighting to keep her own anger in check, "If you won't listen to what I have to say, then perhaps a heart-to-heart with someone who also had a painful past can help you get back on the right path." The Gardevoir used her telekinetic powers to levitate a Master Ball out of Shiranui's backpack and after mustering up some courage and determination, Titania opened the ball. The legendary Mewtwo appeared and was a little surprised at what it was seeing.
"Titania, what is this about?" asked Saisei.
"Smaug here is refusing to listen to his trainer because he has a bad opinion of humanity thanks to his past," answered Titania.
"Is that so?" Saisei replied, looking at the Charmander with a hint of amusement.
"You can take it from here," Titania finished, leaving Saisei to have a talk with Smaug.

"Smaug, you and I have had similar pasts," stated Saisei.

[User] "Were you whipped twenty times a day with Vine Whip every day since you were born?" Smaug thought toward Seisei.

[Assistant] "No, my birth has been much worse; if you could call it that," Saisei rebutted, "If you had been created in a stasis tube at a science lab with humans poking, prodding and messing around with your own genetic make-up just to make you into the world's most powerful Pokémon; how would you feel?"

[User] "Well, that is worse." Smaug admitted. "But, how am I supposed to know that this guy won't pull the same stuff?"

[Assistant] "Because I've known him for longer than you have and one thing I know about him is the fact that mistreatment of Pokémon is the complete opposite of how he takes care of his Pokémon," answered Saisei, "Like all the other members of his team, he used a Luxury Ball to capture you and those Poké Balls, I've heard, are a lot more comfortable than the standard Poké Balls that your species usually ends up being captured in. He's a member of the esteemed family of Nurse Joys and from what I've heard, any trainer who mistreats a Pokémon gets to be on the wrong end of their wrath including him. I've heard many horror stories about their tempers. The point is, there are few trainers who would care for you better than him."

[User] "Fine." Smaug said. "Doesn't help that thier talking is so boring."

[Assistant] "Not much can be done about that," replied Saisei, "You can pass the time by practising your moves. If you're strong enough to take out Pokémon who have a type advantage over you, you'll do no wrong in his book. You may even get some Poké Puffs if he's really pleased with your performance."

[User] "'Poképuffs'?" The Charmander was curious.

[Assistant] "They're little cakes that improve a Pokémon's affection towards their trainer and help the Eevee species evolve into Sylveon," Saisei explained, "Pokémon with high affection can avoid incoming moves better and have a higher chance of landing a hit right where it hurts."

[User] Smaug was fascinated by this. He told Saisei that he had a surprise he doubted any of these humans were expecting. He had inherited a power move from his parents.

[Assistant] "Your trainer will be happy to know that once you show him," replied Saisei with a smile.

[User] "I can't wait to surprised him with it!" Smaug said. He jumped up and began swinging his tail, practicing Iron Tail.

[Assistant] "That's a great move for you, Smaug," commented Saisei, "Great for those pesky Rock and Fairy-types. I can do that as well."

[User]
***
"So, shall we get going?" Liam asked the others.

[Assistant] "I'm for it," answered Shiranui.

[User] "Well, let's go." Liam said.

[Assistant] Dante stepped off the magnificent ship and was now in Vermollion city. It's much warmer here, his clothing isn't best suited for the area but he'll have to deal with it. He takes a pamflet of Kanto and sees a map of the area. He would have to head north to Cerulean, head west through Mt. Moon, and then south once he hits Pewter city to make it to the professor. How was he going to do that was a mystery to him. He was all packed and ready to go so off he went north to Route 6.

[User] Smaug stood back up and walked alongside Liam so that the heroes would have the light to exit the cave.

[Assistant] On the way up to Route 6, Dante notices a sign with an arrow stating "All new trainers this way!" This was probably where the new comers were supposed to go... Hopefully. Dante makes his way following the many signs until he meets a well dug out cave with a sign saying "Your journey starts ahead! Become a trainer today!" With a photo of the famous professor Oak. Dante entered inside to see a mirage of diglett and dugtrio around the walls and floor of the cave, leaving an open path. You can see the occasional hiker making their way down. What a wonderful place it was. Well lit too. He made his way down the path admiring the diglett and their craft. It was much damper and cooler in here than it was outside. A good relief that's for sure. Before he even knows it, Dante meets the end of the tunnel and prepares for the heat again. He steps out on the other side of the cave.

[User]
On a map we see our erm traveler a little south of Pewter city at the entrance of Diglett's cave. Dante asks a passing man
"Pardon me but do you know where we are right now? I'm not from here." The man happily obliges
"Oh we're just south a Pewter right about here" he points on the map "Below down south of us is Viridian Forest right over there behind the checkpoint." Dante thanks him and he responds with "Good luck traveler." As he makes his way to god knows where. What a kind man. Especially to a tourist.
"Well I've got to go south. The forest it is." Dante makes his descent to the dark forest.

[Assistant] Unknown to Dante, Liam had sent his Celebi to use stealth to avoid detection (and to avoid causing a panic) to try and repair Viridian Forest after the fire that raged within. While the forest had been mostly fixed, there were still a few signs that there had been a fire there, one such instance being a small number of Pokémon in the area.

[User]
Shiranui saw Titania with a Master Ball in her hand. "I needed someone that understood Smaug's pain so I called out the very Pokémon you captured in this mountain to have a little chat with him," stated Titania before Shiranui could ask. He smiled and Titania read a mental reminder for him to give Saisei a Poké Puff. The Gardevoir gave Saisei's Master Ball back to Shiranui and Shiranui stowed the ball in a safe spot in his bag.
"Titania, return!" He recalled his Gardevoir and resumed his trek through Mt. Moon, following Smaug.

[Assistant] Once the heroes reached the cave's exit, Liam recalled Smaug to let it rest.

[User]
As Dante walks through Viridian Forest it looks abandoned and almost silent. It was like someone from above came down and removed all noise but a whisper. It made for a very interesting but unsettling route. It smelled like smoke and ash. Another one of life mysteries it seems. Dante looks around for an answer as he walks along the lonely path. He spots a charred branch being brought back to life by some unknown force.
"What spirit guards this forest?" Dante cried out.

[Assistant] Celebi turned and saw Dante standing there. Celebi, who was still invisible floated off to hide behind a tree and wait for Dante to go on his way.

[User] Dante let out a quiet sigh. It was going to be one of those days for him. He continues through the forest wondering what sort of being, law of nature, or even Pokemon could have done this. He arrives through the other Viridian checkpoint and waves to a passer by as he soon makes it to Viridian city.

[Assistant] The heroes arrived in Cerulean City. Liam healed his team up at the Pokémon Center.

[User]
It was a rather peaceful yet filling place. There was a wide road that jutted off the side of the town where trainers would start their trek towards the indigo league. Well, it was mostly peaceful for Dante until-BAM-a man in some silly black uniform ran into Dante.
"Hey watch where you're goi-"
"Outta my way punk." The mysterious man hurriedly ran out of town leaving behind a cylinder capsule.
"You forgot your stuff!" Dante yelled out but he way already long gone. Might as well hold on to it for him, he might run into him later. Upon further inspection the metal cylinder it showed to have a seven digit lock with an inscription on it stating 'Lazuras' just above the lock. Hopfully he finds the man, it looked like something pretty important. Dante stored it in his satchel.
Dante coninued quickly down the town without much worry. He could always stop on the way back to grab some food. After a vivid walk out of town and down route 1, he finally made it to Pallet town. Before him he saw a massive line of trainers outside a laboratory.

[Assistant] Liam wondered what he could expect from the Battle Factory and was also deciding what to do for the contest.

[User] Shiranui was also pondering about the contest. "I can't get any research on the Battle Factory," he stated, feeling a little frustrated, "Either Scott has yet to upload a guide for it or it's on the Deep Web."

[Assistant] "Well the way he talked about it, The Battle Frontier doesn't sound like a new thing." Liam said. "It may not be published so challengers can't research it. That would make it a tougher challenge."

[User]
"Maybe so, but Scott has never met a ninja," replied Shiranui with determination in his voice, "One skill the ninja are well known for is espionage and it may be time I add to my tools of the trade." He had realised his methods may be considered old-school and thus needed to adapt to the modern world. He opened his Pokédex and accessed the entry he had in mind.
"Porygon, the Virtual Pokémon. A Pokémon that consists entirely of programming code. It is capable of moving freely in cyberspace."

[Assistant] "Well, I guess it is worth a try." Liam said.

[User] "The only way to get one here is to win one and Zoro can do that with a little help from Majin," stated Shiranui, "That can be done while we compete in the contest."