[System]
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Nationality: Canadian
Description: Born and raised in bumfuck-nowhere, Manitoba, Mags' choice in hobbies were severely limited. By some extreme luck, her father was quite a figure in professional sports. He also had a horrible sense of money from the fact that he was paid in amounts that included 6 zeroes and everything he used came from some form of sponsorship. Thus, longing for the old days of his childhood (and living in his dream home), he paid an ISP to pipe a spicy cable from the city all the way to his home just so he could play his ancient FPS games without any lag.

As a result, Mags grew up wired to the internet. Not like there was anything else she could do, after all. Bumfuck-Nowhere, Manitoba wasn't exactly a shining example of metropolitan life. From the age of 6, she was already on the MMO grind. By 15, she was raiding the hardest tiers of content with the best of them. Only a sunken-cost fallacy in other games could delay her entry into Cacophony Concord.

One could call Mags an agoraphobic poop-socker. They wouldn't be that wrong, either. She rarely leaves the house she never moved out of. Her job is entirely telecommuted. Personality wise, she isn't the most stable and lovable person. Being raised on the internet, she lacks much of the communication skills a normal person makes. She's toxic much of the time, but spending so much time raiding has turned her into a decent (albeit crass) leader.

Her appearance is pretty par for the coarse for someone like her. Her skin is a mildly unhealthy pale. Her hair is constantly messy and her eyes have deep bags from a lack of sleep. She has a bit of chub on her, but a lack of eating much has in her physique being more small if anything.

If someone were to see her in as a fresh spawn, they'd instantly see a tryhard that moves with purpose.

Username: Magpie
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 150 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Voice Pitching: 0
Decorations: Scars litter Magpie's arms and body. Mostly because they're cool.
Appearance: Magpie's appearance is based on her recurring MMO character design and as such, shares nothing in common save for height.
HP – 400
MP – 30
SP – 400
STR – 136
AGI – 50
END – 50
DEX – 50
LUC – 30Classes: Brawler +10% HP | +15% STR | +5% END
Improvised Weapon Proficiency LVL 1
Set equipped weapon's damage bonus to ½ STR if damage bonus is less than ½ STR.

The [Magpie] Special
Swing wide for a powerful, but inaccurate whallop.

Showbaiter
Passive. Enemy aggro increases for every hit taken and every hit received.

The Guillotine Drop
Active. 30% SP cost. Leap past your target while grabbing them by the throat. Upon landing, slam them headfirst into the ground. Inflict Silence. Damage dealt increases with airtime.

The Power Hour
Active. 5% SP cost per attack. Unleash a flurry of wild blows, generating enough force to push away all individuals except for the target of your attacks. Push-back effect increases with more attacks launched.

The Bulldozer
Active. 25% SP cost. Enter a Counter Stance, with greatly increased defenses. When attacked, lose increased damage and instantly leap towards the attacker with greatly increased movement speed to bodyslam them.

Grab and Smash LVL 1
Passive. Toggleable. Damage dealt by Improvised Weapons is dealt to the Improvised Weapon as well. Weapon gains additional damage bonus equal to ½ STR.

Physical Conditioning LVL 1
Passive. Gain 10% STR.

Hustle Muscle
Active. 20% SP per round. Strike a pose that emphasizes your leg muscles, before increasing your AGI by 20% of your STR.

Protein Power
Active. 10% SP. Utilizing your knowledge of muscular arts, manifest a Protein Shake that heals for 100 HP and grants 30 STR upon consumption. Cannot be used in combat. Only one Protein Shake can exist at any one time.

Moon Flex
Active. 5% SP. Bend over, facing away from your targets to show off your muscular glutes, with a chance of taunting them. Efficacy increases if you have higher STR than the targets.

Nobody's Natty LVL 1
Passive. Improve the healing and STR-enhancing effects of consumables by 10%. Reduce STR-debuffing effects by 10%.

Healthy Body, Healthy Mind
Active 15% SP. The brain is a muscle, and that means it can be flexed as well. Increase Max MP and Current MP by 10*(20% of STR) for this round. If [Smartman] is one of your jobs, increase by 50% of STR instead.

We All Lift Together
Active. 50% SP. Become an avatar of muscle, doubling your STR for this round and inspiring all allies within thirty meters to greater heights of muscle as well, increasing their STR by 10% of your STR. After usage of this skill, take true damage equal to your STR.

Path of Macho LVL 1
Passive. Every monster you kill that is of greater or equal level to you has a small chance of increasing your base STR by 1. Every Anomaly that you kill increases your base STR by 100.

Empty Hands, Open Mind LVL 1
Passive. When weapons are not equipped, SP regeneration per round is 120% of END.

Invigorating Palm Thrust
Active. 15% SP. Coat your open palm with Qi, before pressing it into the target, mending their body and soothing their soul. The target regenerates HP equal to 5% of your Max SP for three rounds.

Vein-Sealing Acupuncture
Active. 30% SP. Perceive the meridian lines within your target, before delivering a burst of finger jabs to seal away their powers. Inflicts [Silence] upon the target for one round, preventing the consumption of Resources. Repeated use of this skill upon a target reduces efficacy.

Perception: Anime
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 10%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Helmet:
Armor:
Arm Equipment:
Main Hand:
Off Hand:
Leg Equipment:
Shoes:

Accessory 1:
Accessory 2:
Accessory 3:
Accessory 4:Inventory Type: Basic

Inventory Capacity: 20

List
[Item]Shovel - Uncommon Weapon/tool
[Item]Pickaxe - Uncommon Weapon/tool
[Item]Token of the White Tiger - Rare Special Item - Grants access to ???
[Item]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR
[item]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - If HP is above 50%, lose 5% of your Max HP per round. If HP is at or below 50%, gain 10% of Max SP per round. If HP is at or below 20%, gain +40 STR.
[Item]White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when travelling on hard surfaces.
[Item]Beasthide Gown - Common Armor
[Item]Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
[Item]Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
6553 Rishi
Type Territory, First Stage

+10% AGI

Upon evocation, the territory around you transforms into a sandstone platform, submerged in warm, turquoise-blue seawater, which fades away at the edges of your territory. Every powerful blow you or your opponents connects with elicits an enthusiastic reaction from a spectral crowd, who swirl around the perimeter of your territory like a heat mirage.

Territory Creation
Activates at will. Consumes 10% of your Max SP to maintain. At First Stage, creates a ten meter by ten meter square zone centered on yourself. Can not be moved, unless Territory Creation is cancelled and re-established.
Dancin' in the Moonlight
While inside your Territory, become immune to all negative status effects induced by physical attacks, such as being knocked back, restrained, blinded, or bled. There are no visible indications of injury when sustaining damage. Magically-induced status effects will still affect you.

[User]
Ari Reina Caladis(Theresa)
HP – 2(20)
MP – 3(30)
SP – 5(50)
STR – 10
AGI – 20
END – 5
DEX – 25
LUC – 10
Maiden's sling, rocks, grass monkey's fist(stone).
Uploaded Image
Username:Ari Reina Caladis
Race: Cat
Gender: Female
Height: 142cm
Weight: 40kg
Voice Pitching: -2
Decorations:
Appearance: No real equipments yet, but looks like the picture just with more drab turtleneck and long skirt combo.Classes: NonePerception: Anime
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 20%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

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She shook off the monkey fist off the sidewalk above, and rewound it around her arm, squinting into the darkness of the culvert beyond. Ari already knew of the general direction of the hideout, but getting there wouldn't be easy in the darkness. Well, it was sure to become more bearable once her eyes got used to the low light, but she suspected she was going to need to rely on her other senses to determine her directions.

It was exciting enough that fact she might be standing in a rivulet of waste was more bearable to think of. Perhaps not being able to see very well was a blessing in disguise.

She remembered well the atmosphere of the den she was going to infiltrate, the raucous laughter, the jeerings and swears as money changed hands. All she had to do was listen to it to see if she was going in the right direction, keep her sense of direction straight, and not get lost. At least she knew how to escape if she was lost; just stick a hand in the flowing water if it came to that and follow the flow. Ignoring the weird slippery squelchy feeling the floor had, Ari moved briskly towards her goal, careful not to cause more noise than the flow of water did.

[Assistant]
HP 110/110 SP 100/100 MP 100/00

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Lew nodded as Shirin explained the faith's beliefs surrounding monsters. It was good that this religion wouldn't get in the way of his goals, especially since they-

Wait, did the priestess just say the worship a snakegirl?

As Lew made his way into the chambers with Shirin, his suspicions were truly proven correct. It seems the object of this religion's worship is, in fact, a snakegirl. Such prospects filled Lew with a new excitement for religion that he had never once had before. As he was asked to kneel, he had quickly done so, surrendering himself to this higher power. As he had done so, Lew wondered if this afterlife entailed his bones getting crushed...

Once his indoctrination was complete, Lew opened his eyes slowly. He wasn't entirely sure what he had experienced, although there was one thing that was certain. Lew felt more free, more liberated from the shackles and expectations of life. Lew was almost sure that if he didn't know this was all a game, he would have definitely converted in real life as well. Bowing his head once more to the idol, Lew sat up straight and turned towards Shirin.

"I'm ready for my training, now."

Wherever he would be led to, Lew wondered just how he'll be equipped and, more importantly, if he would receive a uniform more fashionable than whatever it is he started with.

[User]
Lv. 9
HP: 93/230 SP: 160/200 MP: 30/30

(200) + 10% + 10

(200) + 0% + 0

(30) + 0% + 0

STR – 53
(41) + 15% + 5
 | AGI – 22
(20) + 10%
 | END – 23
(21) + 5%
 | DEX – 10
(10)
 | LUC – 10
(10)

Equipment:
Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR

It worked. Not well, but it worked. Mags gave enough time for them to wound the frog with the spear. Unfortunately, that victory was short lived as the man with the spear was sent airborne. Now she was in the danger zone. Less than half her health left. Her virtual body was going to begin to break down. The only respite she took is that she set her own pain to 10%. Judging by the look of their archer, she was still going strong in comparison. This was no time to quit her plan. Not because she cared about her comrades living through this fight. Nah, their lives were meaningless. It was a game after all. No, this was pure sunken cost fallacy.

With every ounce of strength she could gather, she leapt off the ground. She was certain she could hop over Ames with her strength. Her goal was to grab hold of the airborne Klein and, as she met with the ground once more, toss the burning brute at the frog. To hell with the consequences. If he slammed into her territory, it was his own damn fault for not taking the frog down with him. Even if he did practically take a bullet for her, it was entirely useless if they all died to this dumb frog.


[System]
Age: 16
 Gender: Female
 Appearance: don't look at me
 Personality: Tokiko does not like you. Tokiko does not want to be your friend. You're irritating her, go away!
... you're still here? Heh, someone probably paid you to follow her around and make a nuisance of yourself. How much? She'll pay you double to screw off and go bother someone else.
... what do you mean, you weren't paid? You're actually interested in her personality? Creep. There's no way someone like you could ever understand her. You should keep to mingling with the other sheep. Having an airhead like you around would only slow her down.
 Skills: She's book-smart, one of those people who sails through high school with zero effort, who can solve any problem almost intuitively.
 Brief Backstory: Tokiko came from a well-to-do family, and turned out to be fairly smart as well, so it wasn't like she had much to worry about. She just had to get good grades, go to a good university, get a good job, and everything would be okay. It wouldn't even be hard.
There was only one problem: everything was so boring.
School: too easy. Parents: disconnected. Peers: an irritation. Adults: sheep. The world: a grey and dying place. Reality: uninteresting. Tokiko had every opportunity she could have asked for, but nothing seemed to catch her eye, to light any kind of fire within her soul. Pushing day by day through an existence that held no meaning for her, she began to wonder if she'd be better off just dying and getting it over with already. Before she could, however, a certain someone appeared before her.
Maybe there was something fun in this grey world, after all...

 Magical Girl Appearance: KNEEL, PEONS!
 Concept: the Mad Scientist
 Archetype: Frankenstein's Monster
 Abilities:
- Malefic Mechanical Mastery: Tokiko's magic isn't the kind that can be used for direct offense. Rather, she channels it through devices, creating insane machines which shape her magic into various effects. By touching almost any man-made appliance or device, she can rapidly dismantle and reassemble it into an upgraded form with vastly superior capabilities. She can further enhance her creations by combining multiple devices into one, or turning machines into components that can be added to existing creations.
- Loudest Lunatic Laughter: Her evil laugh lets her temporarily increase her magical output, supercharging one of her creations and pushing them past their limits. This can allow for extremely powerful effects, but risks damaging or destroying the affected device depending on how far she tries to enhance it.
- Monstrous Magical Minion: Her Archetype, Frankenstein's Monster, is the ultimate creation: an artificial living creature. Though the Monster lacks proper magic of her own, she's immensely strong, extremely agile, and completely obedient to Tokiko. As an Archetype, the Monster is almost impossible to kill, and while sufficient damage can incapacitate her, she can always be repaired with enough time and resources. The Monster possesses intelligence on par with a human, but she's a bit of a goofball and pretty gullible, which makes her easy to trick despite her high combat power. She also relies on Tokiko's magic to remain animate, and if she gets too far away from her master she'll start to get tired and eventually fall asleep.

[User]
Anya swung her legs in the swing, humming a little tune to herself. She had a problem alright. A big one. The B-word had struck again. She sighed loudly and scowled at the encroaching dusk. Coulnd't nightfall get here any quicker!? It was like time slowed down just for her! Had she pissed off some time god.

"So bored!" she yelled before falling backwards into the sand.

A shame there are no villages to terrorize.

"Can't hurt humans remember," Anya grumbled. "Though that sounds dangerously close to fun."

They scatter like ants. Anya's own mouth watered as she shared the memory. Delicious roasted flesh.

"Great now I'm bored and hungry." Anya groaned. "Thanks alot."

Try being trapped in the body of a creature you once hunted.

Anya was silent for a while. The cool air felt good on her skin, the peace bearable for once. "You think it's karma you being made my Archetype?"

Fear. A growl rumbled through Anya's mind then just her and her thoughts.

Cryptic much? Anya stood up and stretched. Anytime now some fun would come her way she just knew it. Her smile was positively feral.

[Assistant]
"Ha! Aaaaheehahahahahaaaa!" Tokiko was laughing again. "Maybe you're right, Fairy-chan, but isn't that a bit cruel?"

Her expression darkened. "You could have waited a week, even a few days, and then made her a happy magical girl who defeats lots of shades. But instead you come to her now, and nearly get her killed." She teetered to one side, gesturing restlessly with her taser. "A new magical girl on the eve of Hex Night? She'll be toast. No allies, no experience, and she probably won't even know what her Archetype is. If you gift her with magic now, you'll just be setting her up to lose, and lose hard." She sighed. "Honestly, putting her in hospital might have been the more merciful thing to do..."

And then she grinned, and shrugged. "...but why should I care? Only someone as weak as Miss Needle over here would see a newbie like her as a threat. In fact, it might even be fun to see such a irritating person fall into despair!" She laughed again. "Do it, Hikari! Fight, and fail, and then wallow in your own defeat!"

Whilst Tokiko gloated, her Archetype was frowning, sniffing at the air. Almost as if it sensed something amiss...

[User]
Across the city many ravens flew. From eyes to eyes she flitted her vision, moving her own gaze through each of the raven's own eyes to quickly scan each area before moving on to the next. A fine network spread across the city allowed her to view a small region almost completely through her legion of shadows. At night she was able to cover so much more but for now this would suffice.

For the most part it was mundane. Men, women and children went about there lives no differently than back home for the most part. For all their differences people really were all alike, both for better and for worse. One set of eyes caught sight of an altercation taking place between what was immediately obvious to be magical girls. Three of them were clearly changed into their alter egos while one seemed to be caught in the middle of the mess, a fairy quite near her.

Deciding to investigate more closely she brought the raven in close, landing on the ledge of the rooftop overlooking the alleyway. Now close she could hear some of the words being exchanged. The two appeared to be disparaging the mundane girl. It was starting to become clear that the topic on hand was the event she had come for: The Hex Night.

They were quite heartless towards her. She continued to watch, the dark raven perched calmly as it spectated.

---

@Anza

[Assistant]
"It's not cruel!" declared the fairy, defiantly, even as Hikari had absolutely no clue what was happening(aside from her anger rising at both the magical girls present, now), "It might be hard for her... but it isn't the first time a magical girl has been created right before the Hex Night, and if she misses her chance this time the next one won't come for another twenty years! That's how I view it!"

By this point, the fairy had interposed herself between Hikari and the other two girls, leaving the tiny brunette to peer around her. The Hex Night... was it some sort of battle between Magical Girls? Why? But it didn't matter. This was a chance for her to become a magical girl! It was the only opportunity she had ever been offered for something like this. And deep down, it was something she'd wanted ever since that accident all those years ago.

"That's a nice sentiment 'n all, but I'm still going to put her in the hospital," commented the spear girl, twirling her 'needle' as she did, "Frankenstein-sensei over there might talk a tough game, but she did intervene to protect that girl like an idiot, right?"

Her body tensed again.

"So I'll just have to beat her and her monster both. You can't intervene directly, right? So I just gotta do it before you make her a magical girl too!"

The fairy appeared hesitant.

"... Hey... what do I have to say? To... to become a magical girl," asked Hikari.

"Oh? Well-"

Suddenly, there was a rush of air and noise, as someone seemed to come from no-where aiming a flying kick directly towards Tokiko's monstergirl!

[User]
"Frankenstein-sensei over there might talk a tough game, but she did intervene to protect that girl like an idiot, right?"

Tokiko turned bright red. "N-no I didn't! I just wanted to get rid of you after you came and attacked us, that's all!" She crossed her arms and shook her head, trying to emphasize the point. "There's no way I'd care about a nuisance like her. Not in a million years!"

Beside her, the monstergirl giggled, and Tokiko snapped her head around to glare at her familiar. "Shut up! I'm being serious, here!" She turned back to the spear-girl with a scowl. "If you want to beat me, fine, give me your best shot. I'll show you just how outclassed you are—"

And then someone came flying in and kicked her Archetype. Oh, for heaven's sake, why do people keep butting in today?!

'Eve' had anticipated that something might happen. As a new enemy came flying at her, she raised one arm and blocked the kick, getting knocked back a little but otherwise seeming mostly unharmed. "Grrr..." Rather than immediately strike back, she moved to position herself between the new attacker and Tokiko, acting as a shield against any follow-up attacks. Whoever this might be, she wasn't going to let them hurt her master!

[Assistant]
The figure that rose, grinning widely, after she kicked the monstergirl didn't have an entirely human appearance herself. But that was hardly unheard of. Some magical girls were physically influenced by their concepts and archetypes, after all. But... the oversized kanabo, the horns, the oddly shameless manner of dress combined with the Japanese theme...

It was Steel Rod Naoko, one of the stronger magical girls in Tokyo. Her grin displayed her sharp-looking fangs, as she rested her kanabo on her shoulder.

"Heeeh, Tsukimi-chaaaan?" she asked, craning her neck towards the spear-wielding girl, now identified as Tsukimi, "Not only did you go starting a fight before the Hex Night started, but you kicked it off without me? You're being pretty naughty."

She waved a finger in an admonishing fashion, still grinning as she did. She didn't seem all that bothered, if Hikari was being honest.

"But now that I'm here, I'm hardly going to pass up the opportunity, right? Frankenstein-sensei!"

Turning abruptly on her heel, she dragged the kanabo through the street, grinding a long gash in the asphalt as she turned, swinging it heavily towards the monstergirl as she did.

Tsukimi seemed to relax, her shoulders sagging, before she glanced back towards Hikari... and then towards Tokiko. Suddenly, she darted right towards the other magical girl, spear held at the ready!

Hikari stared, then glanced back towards the fairy, who was watching the battle with a look of concern on her face.

"You... fairy, right?!"

As much as she'd been pissed off at the other girl, and moreso after being belittled... that... that was just more of a reason to show how she was wrong, right?! And leaving her to fend off two enemies on her own...

"Ah, yes!"

"What do I have to do?!"

@A Lowly Wretch

[User]
It was two-on-two! Or technically, if one were counting by the number of magical girls, two-on-one! Somehow, Tokiko had gotten herself caught up in a difficult situation...

"Uuuaaaaaah!" The monstergirl might have taken that first kick fairly well, but even she was wary of the kanabo, ducking back to keep out of reach of its spiky head. As the weapon screamed past, however, she charged straight at her opponent, and drove one elbow forwards to try and slam into Naoko before she could reverse the momentum of her swing. That weapon was probably an Archetype, meaning it would pack a hell of a punch, but if Eve could get in close enough she'd be able to restrict its movements!

At the same time, Tokiko faced another threat: Tsukimi was coming at her again and now she didn't have her Archetype to defend her. Tokiko herself wasn't much good in an up-close fight, and even a weaker enemy as weak as the spear girl might be able to overwhelm her if she closed in. But! I still have some tricks up my sleeve... Narrowing her eyes, she pointed her taser straight at the oncoming opponent. "UPGRAAAAAAADE!"

The weapon seemed to explode in her hands, shattering into its component parts: batteries, circuits, electrodes, and even the plastic casing came apart and floated in midair. Then green-tinted lightning crackled through the cloud of broken pieces, and they came together again, reassembling into an entirely different configuration. It looked something like a gun, but jagged and jumbled, as if a crazy person had assembled it in their basement without reading the instructions properly... and instead of a barrel, two gleaming electrodes were pointed straight at Tsukimi.

To you, that needle is a weapon... but to me, it's just a lightning rod! Tokiko cackled with delight. "Take this! The power of a storm, harnessed by the genius of humankind! "TESLAAAAAAAA ☆ CANNOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!"
She squeezed the trigger, and her yell was almost drowned out by an almighty CRACK as a bolt of blazing electricity burst out from her weapon and slammed into Tsukimi, drawn by the extended point of her spear.


[System]
Alias: Echo

Age:
Taalunia Age: 74 Mercuron Passes
Earth Age: 17

Personality: While initially very stoic, Marilyn has a tendency to 'Reflect' the personalities of others around her on instinct. This is a given trait with her race and has allowed for their survival when unbidden circumstance came to greet them. She is very observant, settling for listening rather than talking, and not holding back on her customs of honesty when provoked for advice. A quick learner, Marilyn is known for her durability and fast thinking when times get rough--a perk when your head is usually clear of most human distraction. As time goes on, she has the potential to warm up to or to become bitter about her situations, and will find time to express it where others might find it uncharacteristic of previous actions.She is obsessed with the color red.

Powers: Hyalokinesis, or put simply, glass control... to an extent. Marilyn is able to transverse/teleport to different areas on Earth using mirrors or large glass windows and to date has yet to show a limit of distance, also able to see through smaller 'windows' (i.e. looking through a compact mirror will result in the possibility of spying on master plans. On the offense, the only 'glass' Marilyn can control is her own organic material--her blood. By making decent sized lacerations on her skin, she can create glass weapons or projectiles to be used to attack those who would strike her. She can also use it free form.

Weakness: Due to Marilyn's body literally working with liquid glass pumping all out through her body, she is incredibly heavy for her petite size. Her weight is similar to that of a fully stocked vending machine. Considering she also uses her blood to attack, it's also an issue of fatigue coming in fast and thus weakening her greatly. (On the upside of this fatigue however, her body is lightened by the removal of the heavy blood and her speed is greatly augmented)

Appearance:

(crappy sketch I did of her in her superhero outfit like ages ago)

Marilyn is colorless, her blood gives her no pigment aside from the metallic sheen in her eyes. Most of the clothing she wears has sensible floral patterns and she wears a single chain-circlet with a crimson metal flower upon it. Note the open spots on her forearms on her costume, where she could provide her skin lacerations to create her weapons without being obstructed. The back is more open as well to provide quick defense from an ambush.

Bio: In brief, Marilyn comes from a planet known as Taalunia where the people are made up of a variety of metals, stones, and other elements. When her city is overrun by space pirates, she is made into a slave with her best friend Karmina. While she is subjected to a few humiliating tasks, her friend gets the worse end of it and changes completely. Cautiously following her friend's instructions, they are able to escape their situations via escape pod, but are forced into different containers when they are spotted, and thus are separated from one another. Marilyn lands in the middle of New York City's Central park, where she moves quickly to evade the eyes of strangers. Currently she wanders aimlessly, not knowing what to do and hoping to find her friend.

Arc Ideas:
-Karmina's return
Taalunians, specifically more so her species, adore the coveted color red. And what's more red than human blood?
-Space Pirates Homing Beacon
Marilyn has escaped her imprisonment, but at what cost?

Other: Titans Forever

Here is her original character sheet I made for her. It has more information about Taalunians and a better, more in depth description of Marilyn, at least I think so.
Name:
Real name is unpronounceable by Human Tongues, But goes but the name of...
Marilyn

Age:
Taalunia Age: 74 Mercuron Passes
Earth Age: 17

Gender:
Female [-]
Taalunians are Asexual beings that procreate through 'metal letting' but appears to be Female

Appearance:

Taalunia standards

All people on Taalunia, the planet Marilyn resides from, are deprived of color. Their world is a mix of nothing but white, grey, black, and the intense, rare and highly sought out, red. Thus, Marilyn is quite average for a Taalunian, white pure white skin and white hair with clothes just as pale as she. However, there is one single flower piece in her hair that her mother gave her for her birthpassing, in Marilyns favorite color, red.

Skills:
-Standard Taalunia Defensive training. Intermediate
-Standard Taalunia Minor Intergalactic Knowledge
-Increased Intelligence capacity than normal humans
-Standard Increased Flexibility to sometimes impossible seeming proportions (to Humans)

Powers:

-Reflective Travelling-
Marilyn can travel through mirrors, see what is on the other side, or walk between reflective surfaces. It was a common form of travel on Taalunia and she does it naturally here as well.

-Metal letting-
All Taalunians 'blood' is nothing but liquid metal. Upon slicing her arm she is able to form blades from this life substance and use it to attack foes, whether its forming blades, metal whips, armor, etc. Too much of this cause weakness from blood loss. Cannot control metal matter outside of what is organic to Taalunia. This is their end all to everything. To make life, they metal let with whom they most adore to create a new Taalunian, and to take life the attack each other with their life fluid.

-Eyes of the Otherworld-
The ability to see otherworldly beings on different planets is a given from Taalunians as well. When a Taalunian rusts (yes, that is how they grow old and die) their conscious mind has to be delivered to the Otherworld by a living escort. It's not uncommon for family members to escort their dead's consciousness by themselves. Allows for seeing spirits on the human world as well.

Personality:
Initially, Marilyn appears to be stoic and a complete stick in the mud. However, after time you'd grow to learn that Taalunian emotion is shown, just in a very stiff manner. Over time, she may relax and speak as humans do, but for now, she appears to be tightly wound. She has an obsession for the color red and is drawn to it like a fly is to honey. It's said that it's the only thing that can drive a Taalunian mad, with its fluorescent color and foreign vibrancy unseen to their world until recently. She deeply enjoys the quiet and finds herself being drawn to parks or city streets at night, away from the insanity of the world always buzzing with noise. Taalunians, after all, enjoy their peace and quiet.

Backstory:

Note: By earth standards she is pretty damn heavy with her veins full of liquid metal. Knocking her back is like trying to tip a soda vending machine.

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Bolt was out exploring Jump City with eyes full of wonder and amazement at the size of the city. Where he came from, there weren't any cities and now that he was in the city looking for work, Nikolai would take in the sites as much as possible.

"Damn this place is huge!" he said in awe as he wandered about the urban area. He soon came upon a bank and decided to rob it. He charged up his body with electricity and burst through the doors. The poeple inside the bank gave screams of shock at the site of him and his incredible powers and bolt just smiled in response.

"Lady's and gentlemen if you would kindly get on the ground and don't anything stupid then this will be quick and non-violent" he said to them. The second he finished speaking a security guard took out his gun and aimed it at him and fired. The bullet hit Bolt in the chest, but luckily his costume had a bullet proof vest and only sustained minimal damage.

"I thought I specifically said to get on the ground and not do anything stupid. You just made a big mistake sir" Nikolai said to the security guard and he fired off a bolt of powerful electricity. The bolt electrocuted the man and people gave more screams. Bolt just laughed and headed for the bank vault. Once he had finished robbing the bank Nikolai made a quick getaway with his metal surfboard by using electromagnetism.

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Kobby was sitting in the park of Jump City meditating on the idea of how his destiny would be, but the spirits were vague and said that he would have to figure it out for himself. His journey to the united state was all a part of his journey as a shaman and the spirits told him that the land would be the key to figuring out what his purpose was.

[Assistant]
River rolls her eyes at the oncoming alien hoard rushing at her. "I really did not want to do this," she says, and she draws in the water from around her. Two large water balls appear in her hands and she hurls them toward the oncoming aliens. Upon contact, she makes the water freeze around them, freezing them in place. That took care of about half of them. The other half keeps charging toward her and she pulls an old prank. She wets the ground underneath them and freezes it, turning it into an icy Slip-n-Slide. She jumps out of the way as the aliens slide down the path toward and she gives them an extra shove down the street. She grins and then heats up the water underneath them to a boiling point, so it evaporates immediately.

She looks up toward the mothership, thinking back to the movie Independence Day. If we want to take out the whole infantry, we need to take out the controlling source. She looks around and sees a drop ship that looks like it is heading back toward the mothership. She quickly scans the area and notices a building tall enough for her to be able to at least try and jump onto it. She sprints to the building, jumping up to the fire escape, and runs up it to where she is on top of it. She sees the drop ship just ahead of her and she takes a deep breath, moving all the way to the back of the building. She gets a running start, leaps off the building, and shoots a little bit of water behind her to give her an extra boost. She lands with a loud bang on top of the drop ship. She then just needed to ride this back inside to the mothership and hopefully find a weakness that could stop all of the aliens at once.

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"Bloody hell. Screw this." MC said, lazily dodging the ground fire coming at him while the ship just dispensed more aliens. Getting a mischievous idea in his head, MC opens a couple portal tunnels until he is deep within the ship, easily finding the reactor. Opening another portal, Mc splits up the core into bits using his portals. But instead of causing a big explosion like he thought was going to happen, the ship just lost power and started to fall to the ground, MC portaling out and above the ship.

The ship did make a satisfying reverberation as it hit the ground though, so he was a bit happy with that, or so he accepted, and began to look for something else to do. No one was firing at him at this point, having been crushed under one of the ships he grounded.

[Assistant]
Behind the moon, a large spaceship was double-parked. Aboard the Video Star, faceless goons and production staff shuffled about to get ready for the impending season of the Spandez Conquest Hour, while numerous aliens and monsters auditioned. One, a large mollusc with a muscular arms, was producing copious amounts of sticky goo, holding a number of combat goons in a headlock as it ranted for the camera.

"ORESAMA WA... SHIKAKU-SURRUGU! MUTEKI CHIKARI NO SURIMMU! ORESA-"

There was a beep as a shadowed figure in a production booth turned on the PA.

"Japan season over. Now need Engrish. Good power though. You hired."

As the slugman giggled at his acceptance, Spandez sighed. The season would be starting soon... but of COURSE someone else had to invade at the same time. This was so typical. He leaned back in his chair and started drinking his coffee. Badurong could have at least told him if there were other ships in the area. He did probably deserve it after that fiasco with Japan, though. He'd just have to get creative with the contestants' challenges this year. He'd already gotten five, counting... Assassin Slug. Maybe as the season went on he'd get more of the heavy-hitters he was accustomed to.

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Press had noticed the amount of people getting abducted decreasing, which certainly made his job easier. Still, he was only one person, and he wasn't able to save everyone. There was one ship that seemed to be heading back to the mothership. Going behind a wall on a rooftop to avoid incoming fire, he was about to instruct Horus to follow it when there was an incoming distress signal from Horus. Another crime was being committed during this whole fiasco.

Opening a small window in his visor, he saw someone riding away on a hoverboard, carrying a large bag filled with money. Obviously someone trying to take advantage of the confusion going on. Marking the perpetrator on his minimap, he instructed Horus to follow the ship he noticed earlier while in stealth mode, then flew back up into the sky and aimed his palm at the thief. Switching the setting on his laser and using his auto-aiming feature, he fired a continuous laser, attempting to hit the bag and burn its contents. Whether or not it succeeded, he stopped after the deed was done and turned his attention back to the matter at hand.

The aliens on the ground were still shooting, either at him or something else. Constantly moving around to avoid the laser fire, although not always successfully, he pointed his palms down and returned fire, shooting multiple lasers that exploded on impact.

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She had continued to push until she was coming out of the window within the newscasting station. The pale woman looked around, sighted the mothership through the glass, and pulled her head back through to disappear from the scene.

Marilyn pulled herself up from the otherwise flat glass in the Drop Ship making way to the Mother Ship, finding herself stepping up in front of a woman that was not so different in appearance from herself. She stared at the white haired girl, unblinking, the erratic winds blustering her leather slave skirt through her legs and causing her own pale hair to be tangled behind her. Strange, she thought, she looks like a human. Almost like a Taalunian. However, since she was preparing to board the mother ship, surely this had to be among the enemy. Marilyns brows furrowed ever so slightly as she took a defensive stance, silent this whole time.

Without removing her black and grey gaze, she lifted her left index finger to her mouth and bit down on it gently. When she pulled it back, the other woman would be able to see that the blood flowing was the same color as the chemical mercury. Then the blood hardened... shaping into a tiny blade. When it had formed, the pale alien pressed the small blade to the top of the inside of her own forearm, slashing it down harshly until it reached her wrist. Instantly the mercury-esque substance began flowing out in full. It would almost be grounds to worry about blood loss until Marilyn whipped the bleeding arm downward. From the palm of her hand, a sword had formed. Long enough to brush the ground of the drop ships floor. Solidified, the blood no longer trickled but remained sealed against her arm in a state of limbo. Finally, the colorless woman spoke.

"Threat."

She began running at the white haired woman.


[System]
Age: 33

Gender: M

Race: Human

Occupation: Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Monster Hunter.

Appearance: A tanned man with shaggy wavy dark purple hair. His eyes are amber and his build is suitably athletic and is of average height. His apparel consists of a navy blue duster worn over a dark-shirt. His pants are a dark blue as well and just as well worn as his duster. On his waist is a belt containing a scabbard for his blade. He also has a glove-like apparatus on his left hand that also acts as a dock for the drone that he deploys. He also wears as a good-luck charm a necklace with the figure of a blue teardrop shaped blob with wide eyes and a smile.

The drone is basically a ball with a light in the middle that makes it look like an eyeball. Dangling below it is a strip of some synthetic fiber mixture that has various symbols painted on both sides making it reminiscent to certain type of talismans..

Personality:
Tace is natural wanderer and he has a bit of a gambling habit. All of which fits his sort of nomadic and somewhat shifty lifestyle. He flows like water and tries to not get too hung up on things. It is easy to think to that he's just some happy-go-lucky idiot. Of course that's wrong. He has willingly entered through a terrible conflict and endured the loss of comrades and friends. As well as the bitterness of crushing defeat. Of course that's all in the past, and maybe one day the memories will get hazy enough they won't weigh down on him so much.

History:

Tace was born at the edge of the world on one of the islands sandwiched between Gongaga and the Woodlands area island. Life was simple, but not necessarily comfortable. Not being much for island life, and having a slight penchant towards conflict he'd head outwards and northwards and would do many jobs. Eventually becoming part of a mercenary group. And times were good as a mercenary, Shinra and the nation of Wutai were at conflict and there was lucre for picking a side.

Initially he was on the Shinra side as it felt like it would be winning side, despite the promises of a reward from the desperate Wutai nation. But he had a change of heart as something about the land was captivating and he also found himself questioning the role of this war from the side of Shinra. It was just an exercise in imperial expansion and he found himself hating his role more and more. He would then defect and join the opposing side of one of many opposing forces.

Despite the initial distrust, he would prove himself admirably. Eventually he would make new friends and allies in the Wutai aligned groups. This would all prove worthless as despite their victories here and there, the might of Shinra and their damned SOLDIERS were just too overpowering and Wutai just couldn't seem to get an upper-hand for too long. Defeat was imminent as parts of Wutai were already coming under Shinra control. He and others would rush and join various insurgencies but that just lead to more loses militarily as well as personal.

Eventually Wutai had been subjugated. The once proud nation had been reduced to being a chintzy tourist trap. It was sort of cruel mercy as they were spared destruction and assimilation, but were now a cartoon version of the real thing. Tace was now alone with the people he knew being dead or dispersed from the conquest. He would go from failed freedom fighter to a mercenary again. Even with Shinra damn near controlling everything there was still chaotic spots where bounty hunters would be needed, and then there were those Mako reactors. Monsters seemed to appear in the regions that have them which also makes good money.

Life is now just lived being as fickle as the wind. He goes wherever his services would need it, gets money and occasionally burns it on nice things or gambling.

Weapon:
Tace fights with two weapons. His primary one is the drone-talisman device he has created. It acts as a conduit for casting magic with whatever materias are inserted in it. It also acts as a distraction from him as it will be more closer and annoying to the foe(s) he's fighting. When at closer range he will employ the use of a curved sabre to do some melee damage.

Skills:
Tinkering- He has a fair amount of knowledge when it comes to devices, construction, and etc which are useful when it came to making his drone.

Crippling Strike- Sword hit that's less about trying to destroy/kill and more about disabling the target

Guerilla Warfare: He picked up some up during his stint in the failed rebellion group in Wutai that was battling Shinra forces.

Tracking & survival: It's a blend of knowledge and experience from his war days and mercenary jobs he has.

Equipment:

* Slide-smartphone: Smartphone with a slide-out keyboard. Chosen because he hates using touch screens and prefers the tactile feedback of the buttons.
* Rations & water
* His lucky charm
* Potions
* Ethers
* Antidote
* A magi-tek car that could best described as what if Columbo's shitty car got turned into a rat-rod

Materia:
Time and Seal

LIMIT BREAK:
Sword soul's pure intent: TL;DR Wuxia as fuck themed Knights of the round. The talisman of the drone suddenly expands into an impossibly long scroll. From within the scroll a shit ton of swords materialize into reality like a swarm of bees. Tace using gestures or thoughts alone can make them act like an extension of himself as they attack in unison and or swarm around him in a storm of steel.

Misc.

Columbo's car

Ratrod
Possible theme songs:

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Lex put his phone down on the small island between the driver seat and passenger seat. He grit his teeth as he swerved through traffic, "Mr. Tseng...and the Boss..." He looks up at the copter in time to see the Manaward burst into brillance around the chopper, "Man thinks of everything." Wasteland let out a baying howl, not like Darkstar would be able to hear her, but Wasteland salute the alpha of the pack. At the same time Lex leaned out as he saw Rufus Shinra himself lean out. He gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

Soon enough Lex's attention is back on the chase. His lips split in a large grin as he races through traffic. With the head start he's actually slightly happy he can see the two bikes up ahead. Reaching down Lex shifts the jeep into All Wheel Drive. And mounts the median of the highway. Then down onto the otherside of traffic driving in on coming traffic. Vehicles dodging out of the way of the big up armored jeep as he races along for abit. Done mostly to avoid a thick knot of traffic in the other lanes. Soon though he mounts the median again and is back in normal traffic having ate up a few meters on the bikes ahead of him.

With a glare Lex uses the big jeeps profile to nudge a smaller vehicle out of the way just a little, not enough to send it careening out of the way. The driver laid on the horn, for about 5 seconds before he saw the huge jeep roll by, the ShinRa logo on the side and the big grinning, sharp toothed canine glaring at him. Lex chuckled, "Good girl Waste!" He weaved by another jeep, then settled in, reaching down and bringing his Winchester out again. It'd be a helluva a thing...he held his arm out the window, waited just abit before...bang! He fires, adding his own shots to the VPs, his own rounds winging along, to the sides and around the drivers, trying to throw off their balance, "Come on damn it. Stop already...where the hell are we going anyway?"

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Kanade

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The cars around them seemed to move in slow motion as they sped past them. Kanade kept a watchful on the helicopter as it chased them through the busy streets. She noticed gunfire pelting the ground around them as well, and when she looked to the source, she saw a familiar jeep straddling the median.

Ssssshoom~!
Boom!

The moment she took her eyes off the helicopter, a wave of heat rush over her as a missile exploded nearby. Her arm gripped Biggs even tighter out fearing she'd be thrown off. The bike swerved heavily around another slow-moving car, before regaining its balance. The bastard in the white suit had to be dealt with first, otherwise the next shot could kill them.

Kanade accept the two explosives from Biggs, and rolled them between her fingers, one in each hand. The warm metal blocks had a single green light and switch on its side.

She looked up. Beyond the intersection ahead were a row of buildings. On one side was a strip storefronts and on the other a modest parking garage that was still under construction. Scaffolding flanked it on two sides.

That's it.

She looked over her shoulder again, realizing how closely the helicopter and jeep were tailing them.

"Make a quick stop near the scaffold ahead. I'll hit the chopper with a grenade once you start to brake. Worst case, they fly past us and we can try to lose them in that parking garage."

She turned and steadied herself as Biggs weaved through traffic, an active grenade held at the ready.

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Aiko Kamiya

With the issue about a job and hopefully about money dealt with, Aiko left to do her own things. Having only to prepare herself and wait for the call from her contractor and having to do only a small checkup on her equipment after the last modification she did, she was taking her time riding home. Taking one of the longer routes, she was riding in a relatively calm manner, nowhere as fast a she usually did. Truth be told, she was a bit relieved to not have to crawl back to Don again for a job, she hated how he had this way of slowly closing his claws around anyone or anything he was interested in, leaving no space for them to escape when they finally noticed...

Unfortunately it seemed like she wasn't going to be able to relax just yet. Noticing that she was being followed, Aiko did nothing for the first few seconds, only looking at her pursuers in a discreet manner. Their pursuers seemed to be three goons, possibly members of a gang. It was pretty unlikely for people to go after her, both for her being well known on the area and due to her being generally a pretty chill girl, not getting into trouble with anyone... Other than the authorities, that is. That said, it wasn't difficult for Aiko to imagine why those thugs were going after her... News went around pretty fast, especially if you had the influence and information network Don had. If the talk that Aiko was able to get a job got on Don's ears, he wouldn't be happy about it. That said... simple goons couldn't be considered anything more than a small distraction for Aiko.

Looking towards her pursuers in a not-so-discreet manner, Aiko simply let out a mocking grin as she began gradually going faster and faster, just to see if they were able to follow her. With the speed rising, so did the maneuvers and the complexity of the routes she took, diving deeper and deeper into the steel jungle that the lower levels of Midgard were.

[Assistant]
Naisha Alexandros

 The fight with the modified prototype sweeper was brief, noisy and tense. While keeping an eye on her drones, she had spotted her defensive one being tossed away. Yeah she was realizing some glaring design flaws with that thing, but truth be fair it was actually more useful as a range physical damage than shield against heavy things a lot of the time. Still it did it's job, though now it was kinda not able to get a lift off again. Welp so much for that one. At least the other one was still flying around out of reach so she wouldn't have to replace the actually important drone. The defense one was relateively easy to replace or repair, but this one had a lot more electronics than the other one. Besides the defensive one really needed an upgrade, maybe it was time to actually get some proper military grade armor materials.

 Still now she waited with withheld breath, to see the results of the attempted forced reset on the machine. A brief moment that had turned into eternity in her head, but then suddenly she saw the lines of text on the phone. The software reset actually took hold! This was absolutely bloody amazing. She couldn't believe Shinra's software update cloud servers were actually working properly for once. She pulled her head out of her own cover to check the sweeper that had gone intert for a bit before rebooting into obedient state. Well this was nice. She switched her attention back to her drones, there was no need to attempt to recover the defensive one, it was gone... somewhere... burried in the junkyard from a powerful toss by a sweeper mech. What a sad fate. Still she at least pulled her utility drone back to herself. It had gotten some good records on it's camera, like the mech from up close, the soldier and the... civilian dressed agent. Naisha somehow kept her face in check with sheer bloody force of will and by bitting down on the inside of her lip, almost until she drew blood.

 It was really time to bail out of here. Force fo all a soldier would be near impossible to kill up close without using the mech to do it first and now that he had an 'agent' to support him things were pretty much impossible for her right now. Unless she managed to call her summon... which she didn't know if it would happen. Still, she put her fingers on the control of her motorized wheelchair, deciding it was better to leave as fast as possible, least some pointed questions started to pop up like... how she accessed a Shinra Sweeper system... Or the knowledge to trigger the software reset. She had probable answers, but believed it would be best to not get to that point." No problem. I had to help, it would have been a nightmare if it had gotten out of here. Besides I live here too, making it a bit safer is what I should be doing if I could. Now I should be going, got to get home."  She gave a court reply as she started moving away to leave. She HAD to get away now before soemthing else happens... or she snaps or they decide to be inquisitive.

 'Leave the junkyard, redeploy the drone to observe from safe distance, hide away and lay low for a few days...' This was what Naisha was thinking about, she was seriously wondering if arranging for a chat to buy the blueprints was a good idea now. It... didn't seem reliable. Still she tossed a quick glance back to confirm what the Shinra bastards were doing.

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Tace would jump out of the way of the thunderbolt the Zenzelet launched. The ground where the bolt struck had been gouged and still smouldered. Now he had to deal with the bird monster's diving attack. At least his spell made contact and the beast was noticeably slowed. Without thinking Tace had his talisman ready a haste spell on him. The machine would zoom away from the Zenzelet and hover over Tace. It would glow as the materia channeled its energy to cast the spell on him.

The boost in speed and agility would allow Tace the opportunity to attempt a counter. He would then proceed to run up to the roof of his car and leap into the air at the swooping beast. As he did that, Tace would extend his sword outwards and towards the Zenzelet. It would force the monster to either change course last minute and ruin it's attack. Or it would simply go through and skewer itself on his blade. Tace's eyes would lock with the Zenzelet's as if he was challenging it to skewer itself.


[System]
Gender: Male

Appearance: You're a four foot tall, ugly piece of work. You're skin is a nasty love child of bruise purple and vomit green, all topped off with a bald head and a mouth filled with little jagged teeth.

Personality: Born on the wrong side of the cave floor, Ro is characterized by his supremely sour disposition and fairly feral mannerisms. He doesn't talk too often, preferring body language and growls to get his point across. This brutish form of conversation paints him in a pretty unintelligent light, even more so with his seeming purposeful aversion to anything reflecting civility. Ro has red hot anger in his veins and cold black hatred in his heart, but without a reason why or a reliable outlet he is forced to keep himself company. Three days into this world and he's already set up walls to himself, it'd take a gods worth of patience to break them down and even then... who knows what you'd find.

Past Life History: Anger, pain, and self destruction. The man who would become Ro was a fighter, not one of those who got into rings and fought for money or glory, but for the right to live. Every night on the street fighting in any underground ring that'd take him in. He died in some filthy back alley, jumped by some goons when he wouldn't throw a fight.

Talent:
Hatred, Ro is possessed by an irrational anger and hatred for Mankind as a whole. He always fights savagely but it is particularly pronounced and unsettling when fighting against Man.
Strength
Skill(s):
Dark Eye - Allows one to see more effectively in the darkness. (Passive) E-Rank
Absorption - A monster specific skill. This skill allows monsters to gain the skill(s) of the creatures they devour. The amount of skills gained in this process is limited to a 6 time usage. Choose your stolen abilities wisely. Uses will reset to 6 upon Ranking Up regardless of the amount you have used. (Remaining Uses: 6)

[Assistant]
When Briex first opened her eyes she almost immediately wanted to close them again as the light still hurt. Her curiosity won out though and she instead kept her eyes open until they started to adjust. When she could see the young goblin inspected her body instinctively knowing the name of every body part as she saw it.

When that was done she changed focus to her surroundings. Most of what she saw was lifeless rock except for one strange area that even more light came into, but she quickly realized there were also other goblins around. Since they might be hostile she decided to hide.

She silently dragged herself to a nearby dark shadow and tried to disappear in the darkness, unaware that her light skincolor rendered her attempts futile. Believing she was hard too see Briex continued to observe the other goblins, most of which were lying on the cave's floor.

One of them though was somehow balancing themselves on their legs. Impressed with that seemingly impossible feat Briex decided to imitate them. Using the cave wall as support the day old managed to stand up on shaky uncertain legs.

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The cave and the hazy memories. That was all Et truly had at this point, like many of the other goblins in this cave. It was truly interesting to see that they all had just come to be, strange even to see this spectacle. Though, Et was not going to sit on her rump all day and do nothing, no she needed to be useful. That is why she silently thanked the light for coming to save her from this darkness, she opened her eyes and let them adjust.

Slowly, Et got up and gave nice long stretch so that she may go and do whatever she needed. She had been in this place for three days now and it still was exceptionally strange with all these different goblins around. She looked around the cave to see the other goblins; some sleeping, some waking up, one imitating another. She gave a sigh at these people before going off to search the cave walls for anything that seemed like the metal from her memories.

She wanted to make something, bend something like what she had been doing in her memories. Though, nothing would glisten and nothing wanted to just show itself to her. However, that did not mean she would simply give in.

[Assistant]
The endless abyss which enveloped him had consumed all of his senses, the whispering that had once been silently chattering to him had been silenced with a single boom. One that which dug him from up from his slumber, with the ocean of shadows enveloping his form had now pushed him to the top to hear a single command from somewhere. "Wake up..."

With the uttering of those words, the next things he could even roughly remember wasn't anything significant as the light flooded his eyes from his nap. The day of light burning them as they began to adjust to the sudden exposure, with the cave's darkness being sort of a comforting haven to him still. With three days worth of time wracking his brain over the memories in his head along with the fact of the other goblins around in the cave with himself whom he spent the last several days with. He felt different from them and gave a sigh out loud as he stood up from the crowd. Falling down shortly after with his shaky legs still unused to walking, however, with the assistance of a branch which he found among the edges of the cave. There were other sticks and twigs among the floor along with rocks and pebbles but this branch was perfect for his height with a few branches still on it and with a few snaps, it was mostly fine. Using the wooden branch as an additional limb to support him for walking, taking notice of other goblins beginning to stand as well.

Continuing to use the branch as a crutch, he slowly but surely exercising his muscles as he walked slowly outside of the cave to reach the outside. Poking his head silently as he peeked from left to right, with his eyes already adjusted from earlier before but he remained still at the opening of the cave unsure if he should go out further.

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Among the goblins who woke up from their slumber, Gork was probably the slowest; he spent awhile simply trying to open his eyes, and he saw other goblins going about their business. He then turned his head, and saw a round rock at a corner of the cave, and took it. He didn't know why, but his mind was filled with possibility and potential, and he could see innovation and progression where there was not. After he found a sharp stone, he used it to carve the round rock into a cup, as he felt like he wanted to create. But more instinctively, he wanted to learn how.

So Gork crawled to the cave entrance, and taking leverage from the wall, stood up. The bright sun scared him, but he was driven by ambition greater than any cowardice the creature may have had. Sure, he might be walking to his death at the jaws of a hungry predator, but hardships and possible sacrifice was necessary in the path of science. So he set out into the wilderness. He first found a sturdy stick, and used some springy roots to tie up the sharp rock he used to carve his cup into the stick, crafting a spear. With the weapon in his hand, Gork felt comfortable searching for plants, mushrooms, berries, herbs, anything goblins didn't want to eat but he could use to grind up in his cup and brew into something useful.

[Assistant]
Sound, the first sense any newborn has sight developed shortly after, the mother was usually the first thing one saw. Sounds filled the ears of a certain goblin who yet had to get up and join her new family. The words wake up played in the goblin's head and repeated over and over like a song on an i-pod that was set to repeat the same song. A thought soon followed, a rather simple one and one that felt right. However, the sounds coming from around her took her attention, her ears picking up on all the sounds close to her. The sounds varied as if each sound was moving in a different direction, each sound being unique in timbre. The said goblin in question soon twitched moving its arm, the first movement she had made since she could remember.

It felt unnatural but the goblin soon slowly opened her eyes revealing her amber-orange eyes. The rush of light was blinding as the dark was banished elsewhere. The goblin quickly to shut her eyes once more though decided to get up, a slow process since she had never moved before and so her body would need to get used to the idea of it. First, the fingers on each hand began to awaken and move as if they had a life of their own, a tingling feeling began to rush through the goblins fingers, her hands soon receiving the same strange tingling feeling. The tingling was strange and hard to describe, numb was probably the best word to use. The creature then began to turn her hands and wrists, yet another strange feeling. Her wrists and hand only rotating as far as they possibly could.

The arms and elbows followed and like everything else before it the strange feeling she felt turned up there as well. The goblin still listening to the sounds around her, still afraid of using her sight due to the overwhelming light. The creature soon turned herself over so she could hold herself up from the ground using her newly used arms. Her arms jerked every so often but the goblin did not fall or crash into the cave floor. More senses began to emerge, the feeling of touch began, an important sense. She could feel something, it was small, hard and somewhat round, the goblin soon tried to open her eyes once more though this time the light was not as blinding. Her sight was blurry yet over a short time began to correct itself, her head turned to what she could feel in front of her.

A greyish stone was pushing against her and next to that was another object, it was short and brown. More of the said objects could be seen dotted around the cave. However, her attention was now on the other goblins around her who seemed to be standing up or at least trying too. The goblin soon looked down seeing her body and something attached to the said body. The goblin had to once again change position which was hard when her legs had yet to wake up. The goblin found herself sitting on her butt as she soon glanced at her legs, the strange tingling soon went to her legs. The feeling in her legs did not hurt and they were numb as life began to flow through them, the odd twitch happened here and there.

Rubi soon tried to lift herself off the ground so she could stand, what happened when she tried was her crashing to the ground like a tonne of bricks. The feeling of pain was now introduced, it was shocking to feel such a thing for the first time. This goblin would not try to get up again until her legs stopped feeling this strange feeling of numbness. While she waited she suddenly could smell things, all the smells were new and her nose was rather sensitive to all the new incoming scents.

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His first moments were chocked and strangled, filled with struggle as death became life. In those first minutes the thing that would become Ro sat in the dark, eyes refusing to open in a vain attempt to return to the comforting darkness that belched him into existence. When it refused to return to him, Ro let out a low and feral growl from the deepest pit of his stomach and forced himself to accept the day. With a scowl that'd curdle milk the young goblin crawled from his spot in the cave, snapping and growling at anyone who got in his way or weren't moving fast enough.

The sun hurt his eyes, a hiss escaping his throat in retaliation as he scampered off somewhere darker. It didn't take too long, hiding in the shade of a tall rock Ro had a great view of the cave opening and all the goblins that left it. Many were shaky and uncertain, but nonetheless getting used to their legs, while others had more drive. One had put a pointy rock on a stick, another was using sticks to help move, and another was just looking for...something. To be completely honest it was all quite boring and the lack of direction made him...antsy. With a sneer and a spit, Ro began dredging for trouble.


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Age: 23

Bio: Alex was always one of the popular kids back in middle school and high school. It gave him a sense of superiority over his peers, along with an unhealthy dose of attitude that stuck with him as he grew into adulthood. He was clever enough to pass all of his classes without ever putting in my effort, he was talented at sports, and he was known for being a heartbreaker. Everything seemed to go his way all the time. Well, until his Sophomore year of high school, that is.

Alex never knew his father -he was born illegitimate and the man had abandoned his mother before he was born- but he did have a good relationship with his mother. But when he was fifteen, she committed suicide by overdosing on prescription drugs. She left behind a letter that explained her reasons. Alex discovered that she felt worthless since her boyfriend left her to raise their son on her own. The stress of it all finally got to be too much and she couldn't handle it anymore, so she killed herself.

Alex took her death harshly. His grades in school plummeted and he took to drinking to numb the pain of his loss. He became more of a bully, lashing out at the other students through misplaced anger. Finally, he dropped out of school completely during the first semester of his Senior year when he turned eighteen

Throughout all of this, Alex had been bouncing between different foster homes. He never stayed in one longer than two months at a time because of his issues. No one wanted to keep him. The lack of care also attributed to his aloofness later on in life.

After Alex quit high school, he had just enough money saved up to move into an apartment. He lived on just the bare essentials until he managed to get two part-time jobs and set his foot in the door of the working world. Five years later, his situation has improved, but he still often wastes his money at bars and clubs.

Position: Alex is vaguely familiar with the rumors of the haunted complex in his hometown, but he believes they are only made-up stories. He never pondered them seriously and just laughed at the people who did.

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The blaring music faded into background noise as Alex walked towards the exit of the club. After three long hours of drinking and partying, he was ready to head home. He had been careful not to overindulge himself this time, but the low-quality liquor was still making him feel slightly sick. He sighed. If it weren't for the tiny population in the town, maybe there would have been more clubs to choose from. He had long since grown tired of the same old drinks, songs, and people that frequented the only club within twenty miles.

Alex halfheartedly fished through his pockets to see how much money he had left. This was the other problem. He wanted to add more variety to his life, but spare change wasn't going to buy him a plane ticket or a new apartment. With his current income of "just enough to get by," there was no way he could leave his hometown anytime soon. His nearly empty wallet was a shackle that kept him bound here. He drew a quarter from his pocket and tossed it from hand to hand. It seemed like he would just have to keep working on his tolerance for cheap booze and stingy club girls.

 Alex was jerked from his thoughts by the shrill shriek of a police siren. He instinctively froze and spun around to see where the sound was coming from. A dozens different questions flashed through his mind. What happened? Was there another murder? Was it nearby? Was the killer still on the loose? Was he in danger, too? The increasing number of murders in town had set him on edge lately. At least four people had died in the last few weeks, and the murderer had yet to be caught. In fact, the killer was so elusive people were beginning to call him "The Phantom."

Two police cars roared down the street and sped around a corner, just one block ahead of where Alex was standing. He stared after them. After living in the same town for twenty-three years, he knew the layout inside and out. That street led to a dead end. The murder —if that's what it really was— must have only just happened during Alex's walk home. The crime scene hadn't even been blocked off yet. He swallowed, suddenly swept by a morbid curiosity. Maybe he could get a glimpse of the victim. The media had been so vague about the murders. No one even knew how the people were killed. Maybe now he could find out.

Alex hurried after the sirens.

Around the corner, the police were already taping off the area. Alex crept closer to get a better look. On the other side of the yellow tape, he saw what would have been a body. However, it was too mangled to tell if it was man or beast. He paled and turned away. Seeing a corpse in a movie was nothing compared to seeing one in real life. The sight made him nauseous. Thinking about it now, Alex was surprised that none of the police had tried to stop him from looking. Normally they guarded their crime scenes with as much force as they could muster, but none of these men had even glanced his way.

It was then that he noticed what held the attention of the police. There was another man trying to intrude on the scene. It only took Alex a moment to recognize him: the town nutcase, Trevor Darklin. What was he doing here? Alex watched as one of the policemen turned Trevor away, looking seriously pissed off. The rest of the officers returned to their other tasks, but that one especially frustrated man continued to watch Trevor as if he expected him to try to get by the tape again. The scenario was almost funny. It was also a good distraction from the gruesome corpse Alex just witnessed.

"Hey," he called out to Trevor. "What're ya doing there?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets and smiled at Trevor condescendingly, falling back into old habits. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?"

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"You gotta let me through!" Trevor Darklin pleaded with the blue-suited officer. "Please!"

For months, Trevor had been reading about these crimes. Researching, studying, analyzing every bit of information that he could find. The internet carried little real evidence, and the newspapers brought a little more. But while it was a helpful resource, the local paper didn't give much in the way of details. He couldn't blame the publisher of course. Local papers had their corruptions, but not nearly as bad as the real force behind the obvious cover-up. Most likely, the police were working in conjunction with the government, holding back and real, valuable information from the public. The government was very fond of doing that.

Unlike the rest of the town, Trevor had been suspicious from the start. This was the fifth murder in the past couple of months. Each was reported to have some similarities, although the media was so vague on the matter that he could merely speculate. He needed to see the body for himself. Fortunately for him, though not for the police or the victim, this crime had taken place directly across the street from where he lived. He had been there the second he saw the flashing lights of the police cars pulling up. The scene was still fresh, and the officers hadn't gotten around to blocking it off. It seemed this was his chance.

At least, it had seemed that way until Mr. Blue-Suit had shown up. This cop was the only thing standing in his way now. How could the police be so foolish? Everyone in town knew that he was an expert on paranormal research, and there was obviously something not normal about this string of crimes. Whether they chose to accept it or not, these officers needed his help. Moreover, the victims needed his help, and as the only one crazy enough to actually figure out what was going on, it was his duty to help them.

"I can help!" He attempted to explain as more officers approached, intent on holding him back. "I can tell you what killed these people!"
"Aliens?" One of the officers scoffed. "Yeah, I'll bet it was aliens. They came from the sky to steal all of our cows and murder a few suburban dwellers in the process."

Trevor glared at the man who had spoken. Aliens? That was such a stereotype. Of course this wasn't aliens. The random blackouts that occasionally spread over the town, that was aliens. The new corrupted senator whose cheesy smile got him elected by the mind-controlled masses: Aliens. The random disappearances a few years back- definitely aliens. But this? Not a chance. This only further cemented his beliefs that law enforcement knew absolutely nothing. And what the heck was he saying about stealing cows?!?

"No," another officer interjected in a sarcastic tone. "It must be a cover-up arranged by the government."
"Well..." It was, sort of. At least part of it was, but that wasn't what he was interested in at the moment. Mr Blue-Suit stepped forward, pushing him back into the street.

"Stay away, FreakShow," he growled. "We don't want you here, and we certainly don't need you!"

The others went back to their work, but BlueSuit remained, glaring at Trevor as though daring him to approach again. The young specialist was about to take him up on that dare, when he heard a voice calling to him from the other side of the yard.

"Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?" the voice mocked him.

Again with the aliens!?! It was not aliens! What were these people, blind? Aliens wouldn't have left behind a mutilated body, they would have taken it back to their home planet for study! Seriously, that was basic stuff. Even idiots knew that.

"It's not aliens!" He turned in the direction of the voice. Seeing who it was, his eyes darkened. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that."

Upon seeing the face of his mocker, he knew exactly who it was. Alex... Alex Something. Okay so maybe he didn't know exactly, but he certainly knew the type. He'd seen this man around before, usually hanging out in clubs and bars. He was one of those arrogant unbelievers who thought that they were better than everyone else, always searching for some sort of purpose. Yet they assumed that tough they had no drive, they were still somehow more mature and intelligent than him. He who knew exactly what he was doing with his life.

"And my research has nothing to do with you. Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?"

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"It's not aliens!" Trevor snarled at him. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that."

"Of course," Alex said with a sarcastic shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not an expert like you." A smirk tugged at his lip. He loved how easy it was to ruffle Darklin's feathers. He barely even had to try! Originally, Alex was just going to leave Trevor with one little sting, but his reaction was too entertaining. He decided he had time to stick around for a few more jabs.

"And my research has nothing to do with you." Trevor went on hostilely. "Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?"

"I live around here, too, hotshot," Alex crossed his arms. "This town ain't that big, you know. But more specifically, I'm here for that." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the crime scene behind him. "Who can resist seeing a dead body, right? You know how uninformed the media keeps us these days. I wanted to see what's going on, myself; I wanted to see just how ruthless this 'Phantom' guy really is." Of course, this was all just a bluff, but Trevor couldn't possibly know that. In reality, Alex was still slightly shaken from the sight of the corpse. He hadn't expected to see such a gruesome murder, and now he could understand why the media was keeping this under wraps. The town would be wrought with panic if details about The Phantom got out.

"So you think this killer's not from Mars?" Alex said, swinging the topic back around to Trevor. "That's boring. He's just a normal guy like you and me? Well… like me, anyways." He shook his head and went on, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know, I just can't bring myself to believe this guy is a human. To get away with this many murders and never leave enough evidence for the police to find anything at all? It's almost like this guy really is a ghost."


[System]
Monster Type: Birdgon
Gender: Male
Occupation: None (In college)
Weapon?: Claws +10 ATK, It's... not possible to remove these.
Armor?: Plain T-Shirt +3 DEF, It's just a plain, white shirt... for a plain guy.
Magic (up to three) : Fire magic, Lightning magic, and Healing magic
Personality: Out of battle, he can be described as rather unassuming, generally friendly, and somewhat talkative, however... this all changes should you get him mad. He will often attack with everything he's got the moment he's mad enough to attack someone, but, after that, he just goes back to using one element at a time... and can usually be talked out of a fight after that first attack.

Bio:
 Unlike most of the monster kids, David always tried to use as many magic spells as possible, claiming that he'd 'get good at all of them!', so, while they continued with their more specialized magic... David was left with some very basic magic that doesn't adhere to any sort of theme. This, at first, got him bullied around by the others, who all had their magic down to a specific thing, their magic all just fit together, whereas David's was just sort of all over the place. He could create fire, he could create lightning, and he could heal... but... he couldn't really figure out anything more than that, whereas some of the more musically gifted monsters shaped their magic into notes, and actually used that to create music, David... could just sort of create the magic. He couldn't get it to do anything special, such as change the color of another monster's soul to force them to move a certain way, or have it shaped like something he likes... it was just sort of there. But... he always tried to make it into something else, but... he just couldn't figure out what, exactly. That being said, he never stopped trying. He continued trying to do something special with his magic... he tried with fire, then lightning, but all throughout his school years, not only did he not have a subject that he was best at, but he couldn't do anything spectacular with his magic... other than just produce lightning or fire.

 'This lack of specialization seemed to follow him into college, where, instead of focusing on one, maybe two subjects, David just took whatever classes appealed to him at the time... which, of course, means that he has a bunch of credits... that don't go towards any sort of degree. This ended with him spending a ton of gold on random classes that have basically nothing to do with one another. His magic, even though he continued trying to make it DO something different was still as plain as ever, even if he can use it to heat things, and power things respectively. Thankfully, the bullying has stopped as it usually does after high school, though, he occasionally refers to himself, jokingly, as 'Plain Dave' just due to how uninteresting his magical spells are. It was around this time that David caught a show about Mettaton fighting a strange creature, one that's been described as a 'human'... he thought it was odd, but, he didn't really want to get involved, as, for some reason, he figured that the human would end up getting killed either by Mettaton who really put up an amazing show fight, or the king... er... fluffysomethingorother. David just sort of figured that, much like the other times these 'humans' entered the underground, it would end with another soul taken...'

 He was wrong. Apparently, not only did the human make it past the king, he also broke the barrier. For the first time in his life, David would be able to see the sun, the stars, and probably so many other things... however, David was one of the last monsters to hear about it, so... despite his enthusiasm, he was also the last monster to leave, aside from whatever few might have actually decided to stay down there. Once he finally made it out of the underground, one of the first things he saw, other than a beautiful sunset, of course, was another human... this one was taller than Frisk, and, at first, David was actually somewhat scared of him, but... soon enough, Erion, the human, convinced David that he meant no harm, that he wants there to be peace just as much as David did. The two became friends after that, and soon enough, David was in a new college on the surface, where he continued the running gag of never being able to really work towards any particular degree. This was just about the time where he found out that the human he saw fighting Mettaton, who was apparently named 'Frisk' vanished... said human was also responsible for the peace between humans and monsters, and fearing a possible war, David tried to give a speech about how people and monsters alike shouldn't judge one another... but, it seemed to fall on deaf ears, as nobody wanted to listen to him... he was apparently a joke in that college, so, the crowd he had amassed just laughed, and left soon after.

Appearance: David is a strange creature. While he has the general appearance of a bipedal dragon, there are some decidedly bird parts on there... more specifically, he has feathers covering his back, wings, shoulders, and the top half of his tail. His arms also look quite a bit like bird legs, though, they have exactly five fingers, and he's capable of using them to manipulate tools (such as pencils). The feathers range in color from white to a light blue, however, his scales, which cover basically everything else are a contrasting red and orange color, with the occasional black scales. Oddly, he has a bird's beak rather than a dragon's scaly snout, but, said beak actually has a set of teeth for unknown reasons. He stands at about 5' tall, which makes him short among adult humans, but rather tall among children. His eyes are somewhat reptilian looking with slit-like pupils, and a yellow color around the pupils with almost no white area. His horns are a jet black color, as are his claws.

I dunno... that's a good question. CAN I, or would I just phaze through the ghost?

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Sans couldn't help but grin a bit at Papyrus's request and he answered with a shrug,

"I don't know, Bro. I think that would hurt her more than it would help. Besides...I thought you said that this wasn't the time for...Sky-Diving"

Sans immediately turned to an unknown audience and gave a wink before turning back to the rest of the group. Skylar immediately groaned and laughed at the fact that Sans actually used her name in a pun. Knowing what his brother was going to say and how he was going to react to the pun, Sans turned to his brother and he laughed "You're smiling again, Pap,"

Skylar and Sans both looked to David as he stated that he could carry someone light down, and Mettaton also stated that he could also carry people down. Sans answered the two "Cool. Two people capable of flight. That works perfectly," Skylar looked to him and she asked "What about you Sans? Are you coming as well?" Sans nodded and he answered her question with a shrug, "I can just use one of my shortcuts," He made the last statement with a shrug. He looked to Papyrus and he asked "So, Papyrus. Are you going to go to the Underground, or are you going to be King Asgore's Captain of the Royal Guard?" He wasn't sure why, but he had a bad feeling about the Underground, and he would rather have his brother remain on the surface if it was safer. Sans pointedly looked at Asgore briefly in order to warn Asgore not to say that he didn't need a Captain.

Skylar went over to the hole. She looked down into the dark abyss, and she could've sworn that she felt some kind of darkness gazing back at her. She swallowed thickly, feeling a fear of the height and the darkness within. She pushed the fear to the back of her mind. Last time Frisk fell down this hole, her common sense (or was it fear?) had stopped her from jumping down after her sibling. But she wasn't going to let that be the case this time. She told Mettaton and David "I'm ready to head down if everyone else is," She then looked to Asgore and said to him "Hopefully we'll be back with Frisk before you even know it! Just don't forget to tell the others about our rescue effort,"

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Erion looked at Mettaton and smiled a bit. He was able to repair him at least.
"No problem. Lucky I got some basics on electronics." he says smiling a bit, before looking as he then went on energeticly but a bit... annoying. He stares. Was it a good idea to even repair him he wondered. He sighed.
"I should have done something to at least lower the volume or something..." he then says, a hand at his ear right now, shaking his head. He would probably not hear the end up it.
"Well... I... think I will stay here to make sure things don't go bad with people that can't go down there." he then says. He looks at Celes, who seemed to... shiver a bit at his look. He wondered why. He didn't do anything bad to her. Anyway, he looked at the hole, and breath deeply.
"I would have went in there also maybe, but if creatures like those bats come again, help might be needed here. And anyway, with the amount of energy that robot has... he probably would be able to help you guys." he then says

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Celes looked as the flower didn't seem to respond, seemed either in shock or contemplating. Well that was a weird flower. She moved and walked to the group, before hearing what was being said. She then sees Erion, and shiver a bit. She did not know why, but being this close to human's... made her a bit fear for her life, probably cause of old stories she used to hear. She looked at Mettaton, who proposed to fly down the hole. Understanding a bit that they were searching for someone, she moved forwards.
"I... I will come with you guys to help. " she then says softly to the group. She was unsure, but going back to where her home used to be... well, she might get some good memories also from back then. She just looked as she moved to Mettaton, smiling a bit. Sure, people might be looking at her now cause of the camera's that Mettaton had... but it is not like people would go and try to get her autograph or anything after this. She might as well help the group out.

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"I don't know, Bro. I think that would hurt her more than it would help. Besides...I thought you said that this wasn't the time for...Sky-Diving"

"UGH!" The great Papyrus…admittedly, he walked straight into that one. Running a mitten down his skull…

"You're smiling again, Pap,"

He was, he could feel the smile on his face, "I AM, AND I HATE IT. NOW IS NOT THE TIME!" Well, they didn't plan on risking the fall, though Frisk had impressively fallen twice from dangerous heights with nary a scratch…not all humans were like his very great and cool best friend.

Seeing his brother attentive in this, for one, Papyrus' eyes bulged out of their sockets at a certain mention, "NYEH?! THIS WHOLE TIME, THE KING WANTED TO MAKE ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD? I…I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY…" As excited as he had gotten, that quickly faded after a moment of consideration. The skeleton's eyes returned into his skull, and a bit of sweat formed, "I KNOW YOU MUST BE EXCITED BY THE IDEA OF BRINGING BACK THE ROYAL GUARD WITH PAPYRUS AS THE CAPTAIN, BUT…PLEASE DO NOT BE DISAPPOINTED, I…AT THE MOMENT, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MUST DECLINE!"

Coming up to the boss monster, a sympathetic sort of look if not tinged with a bit of guilt on his face, "I HAVE A DUTY TO MY BEST FRIEND, THE HUMAN-MONSTER AMBASSADOR, FRISK! FIRST AND FOREMOST! BESIDES, SUCH A GRAND DECISION, SURELY YOU SHOULD CONSULT UNDYNE BEFORE DECIDING ON ME…?" It had been hard, but Papyrus thought he let the King down rather easily.

Coming over to Sans, he reached his free arm to set it on the shorter skeleton's shoulder, big smile on his skull, "BESIDES, SOMEONE HAS TO MAKE SURE MY BROTHER ISN'T SLACKING ON THIS TASK AS WELL! NYEH HEH HEH!"

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"NGAHHH!" Undyne's yell was quite loud, almost unfitting for her slim and lithe body. Her rage could almost burn a hole through someone if she stared just long enough. "WHERE ARE THEY?"

it had been days since Frisk was missing, and she had not stopped looking for even the smallest moment. She had looked all over the human world for the ambassador, and NOT ONCE had she though about returning to the hellhole she called home.

Yes, she did like the underground, but it was either freezing, literally on fire, or soaking wet. Her now burned down home was there, down int he underground, and she was actually curious as to if it had stopped burning yet or now.

Undyne stomped about, suplexing boulders left and right until she reached her destination. She had not expected others to be there, but they were nonetheless welcome to assist her in her search.

[User] As it turned out, Mettaton was capable of flight, and, as a robot, he was probably much stronger than I was, so he'd probably be able to lift anyone else down, however, I almost felt like a few of them should stay here, even with this. "So, uh, I guess that means anyone who wants to stay down here can, and anyone who wants to go up can do so, as well," after I said that, I just realized that I switched a few words around and it probably sounded extremely stupid. My first speaking line... and I FLUBBED THE HECK OUT OF IT... well, I always said I wasn't cut out for television, that my camera-shyness would come to bite me in the tail at some point, and it did. I tried to make it look like I didn't say anything stupid, but the feeling that I messed up was just too overwhelming. I then heard someone approach, and a skinny, yet somehow strong fish lady appeared out of almost nowhere. How do I know she's strong? Well... she suplexed a few boulders on the way here. "Uh... hi? We...we're looking for Frisk... um, want to help?" I looked back and noticed that I was right at the edge of the hole, so, I decided not to back away from the fish lady with the menacing smile, and instead, whispered to Asgore. "Hey... do you know her? Sh...she looks like someone who you might have recruited to fight humans," I was still somewhat scared that she'd literally throw me out of her way, and just jump down there on her own despite the risks. Something told me that she could, too, and that she HAS thrown someone, or something weighing as much as, or even more than I do in the past... then again, she suplexed boulders, so... it wasn't that big of a guess, to be honest.


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Age- *17 years

General appearance- 5'10 (1m77), curly dark brown hair, hazel eyes, seemingly well-fed, covered with spots and freckles. His most noticeable scar is a thumb-sized patch on his left wrist.

Likes/desires- the outdoors (though he has hardly been), hiding.

Dislikes- noise, esp. loud noises; fast talkers

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The chase was on. The pair of experiments dashed through the halls, skidding around corners and ducking and pushing through crowds of alarmed whitecoats. Most of them were so shocked and appalled, that they didn't think to reach out and grab either one of the renegades. They ran on, burning on adrenaline alone.

The boy led on. He knew that the end was in sight. At the turn of this corridor was an exit door, always left unlocked for 'fire safety' purposes. There was even a big glowing EXIT sign above. The taller of the two put on a burst of speed, crashing over a wheeling cart and tumbling to the floor. He quickly shook it off, staggering up onto his feet and pushing on the door, hard. It didn't budge. He shoved it again with more momentum. It was locked.

He looked back for the girl, heart catching in his throat. There was no way that this was it. This was supposed to be freedom. There had to be a mistake, there had to be another way. Anything.

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Big girl followed the boy on his heels. She ducked out of the way of the despised doctors and ran as fast as she can, which appeared to be fast enough so far. She'd never dared to try this before. She'd dreamed, but not dared. And now she was daring. She had to succeed. The ones who failed disappeared through the door from which no-one ever came back. Not the experiments at least.

She saw the boy bang in to te door to try and open it, but the door didn't budge. She arrived as he tried and failed a second time and saw him panicking. She pushed him aside and grabbed the bar on the door, lifted it as she had seen the smoking doctors do with a similar door back in the room she was allowed to clean every now and then. It took her a few hasty, nearly panicked tries but then the door suddenly shot open. Freedom suddenly truly lay ahead of them.

Her heart burst nearly out of her chest from fear that the delay would be their downfall, but she started up again and ran. She ran as fast as she could, begging for that freedom to be real.

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"Stop!" a guard yelled, giving chase out the door. Someone else had pulled the alarm lever, triggering a siren from the building. The boy risked a glance back to see the guard gaining on them both. He mentally yelled at himself to go faster, already quite some distance behind the other. He couldn't keep up, clutching the manila folder to his chest for dear life.

A single gunshot rang out and he stumbled over nothing, raw panic driving him on the girl's path. He had no idea where they could go, since the laboratory was practically isolated in the middle-of-nowhere. His plan had already crumbled, ending at those glass doors. The rest had completely blanked his mind- this was a last-ditch effort to get away. Run.