[System]
Birthday
May 27, 2081
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero
Ethnicity
Irish
Blood Status
Pure Blood
Wand
12
1/4
" Rosewood with a Phoenix Feather core
Familiar

Appearance
Mircus is 6'0 and has a toned, athletic build. His eyes are an emerald shade. He always wears is long brown hair in a messy fashion, although it takes quite a bit of work to make it look like he puts no work into it at all. Even when Mircus is wearing casual clothing he like to show his school pride by wearing some combination of black and yellow.
Likes
Irish Rock and Folk music|Quidditch|Kenmare Kestrels|Magical Creatures|Helping Others|Being Carefree
Dislikes
Hurting Others|Feeling Helpless|Orangemen
Year
6th Year
House
Hufflepuff
Personality
Mircus has always been a carefree person, even since he was a child. He would always run through the fields or fly around on his broomstick, exploring the land. He was also very loyal, to both his friends and family, coming to their aid whenever necessary. He was a kind-hearted person to everyone he met, until they had given him reason not to be. He could be very helpful to his allies and quite dangerous to his enemies.
Place of Origin
Dublin, Ireland
History
Growing up in a multi-generational pure blood family wasn't as demanding as most people would have you believe. At least, not for Mircus. His parents were a bit more liberal in terms of blood status and Hogwarts Housing. He was fortunate to not have the burden of such things placed on him at a young age. However, he did find conflict soon into his early teen years. His parents came to him, explaining the importance of knowing and practicing the Dark Arts. They believed that to be a true and powerful wizard one must be able to use every school of magic available to him, not restricting himself.

It made sense to a young child's brain. However, soon after learning to practice Dark Arts in secret during the summers at home, his parents began teaching him of the Dark Lord. The most powerful wizard of all time. Lord Voldemort. When he began his term at Hogwarts he had already been taught of the greatness of Voldemort and brainwashed against the "lies" he would learn in school. But he was also taught about the importance of secrecy.

Soon, though, Mircus began to slowly contemplate. He wondered, what if the books and histories were true. What if Voldemort truly was as evil as they said. What if he did do these horrendous things to people. Mircus would become internally divided, wanting to be a loyal son, but not wanting to worship someone who had done such horrid things.
Other
Mircus is a Chaser and Team Captain for House Hufflepuff, taking his team to the House Cup twice, but always falling short, due to their seeker's incompetence. He didn't like to blame anyone, but there was only so much that could be done. This year, however, the seeker had graduated, and it would be his job to find a new one.

Being a lover of all creatures, Mircus excelled at Care of Magical Creatures. His favorite was the Hippogriff.

[User]
|BLEU DELACROIX|

Bleu nearly jumped out of her seat when a handsome Asian boy approached her, her hand slipping from where it gripped her forehead and her head, losing its support, nearly colliding with the table.

"Huh?" She muttered blearily before she completely understood his words. Smiling easily, despite the tiredness in her eyes, she nodded, "Ah, yes."

Bleu experienced a whiplash of sorts when he launched into talking, perhaps even creating an amazing monologue, but she didn't understand a thing. Her mind was moving too slow and his mouth moving too fast. Smiling and nodding, Bleu laid a gentle hand on his forearm and made a motion, her hand fluttering in an upwards motion as she took in a deep breath, "Breathe." She joked.

Waiting for a beat of silence, Bleu then said, "Yes, I am a transfer student. I come from Beauxbatons. What is your name?"

Almost as if the universe was against her receiving the aforementioned name, a man that looked as if he should be on the front cover of Vogue appeared and interrupted. However, he also happened to shout the Asian boy's name and Bleu smiled happily. Smiling brightly, Bleu reached out her hand to shake his and crowed, "Hi, I'm Bleu!"

Luck has it, before anything could happen, they had to sit in their seats and watch the hat sorting. Bleu herself had been sorted over the summer, something about her fitting in? Bleu wasn't paying attention; she was staring out the window at the time. And like so, Bleu didn't pay much attention when the first years were sorted, but instead clapped when she saw everyone else clapping and cheering when she saw everybody else cheer.

Headmistress Reynolds took the stage and Bleu had to prevent herself from scowling – she didn't quite like this headmistress with her brevity and shortness. Sometimes, Shakespeare, brevity is not the soul of wit. Sometimes it's just down-right annoying. Despite her thoughts, when the Headmistress finished, she clapped.

"Should we go to our dorms now?" Bleu asked once she saw everyone getting up and did as well. She lingered, waiting for Damien and the mystery boy.

[Assistant]
Emmet O'Faollin
Emmet sat at his table, moodily picking at his food. He wasn't hungry, even though he knew he should be. He ignored the other Slytherins and just sat there. He was lost in thought, thinking of how his foster sisters were doing in their houses. He knew he should go make sure Roselle was doing okay, but he just couldn't muster up the energy right now. He looked up in disinterest when Headmistress Reynolds stood up and started speaking, then jumped in surprise as Dawna leapt onto his lap with a soft meow. he smiled and picked her up, letting her drape her orange body around his shoulders. He stood up with the others, but went over to the Gryffindors and tapped Roselle on her head. She looked up and smiled.

"Hey wolf, whatcha doin?" Emmet grinned.

"what, I canna check on my little sis?"

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Damien was grinning as he heard his friend, from the distance, "I've missed you all summer, mate. How've you been?" It was cute that Mircus remembered him over the summer, and he had missed him too. During the summer he was mostly separated from most of his wizardly friends as he had to work and when he had time, he spent it studying and practicing on spells. He didn't mind that the two were friends, as they were similar to each other yet not and besides they were from the same house anyways. The Irish was one cuter friends and he didn't mind being surrounded by attractive people at all, with more being the merrier. The only bad thing, was... he didn't swing that way and that serious put a damper on things. Despite that he made sure his gaze was never caught when he was checking him out or giving those jealous looks and was able to remain as good friends with him. It was amazing how he got away with some things, that he wondered why he wasn't secretly a Slytherin despite how much he hated them. He reverted his gaze from his friend looking at Bleu, as it was rude to ignore her but then there was Mircus as well...

When Damien looking at Bleu looked slightly overwhelmed with the amount of words that he just shove at her face, he wouldn't expect her to catch all of it. He apparently did that a lot to everyone, and that was the best reason why he was a hatstall, the hat didn't know whether if Ravenclaw could survive my chatter and inquisitive nature or simply put me in Hufflepuff to save them the agony. He chuckled to himself silently as he remembered he gave the hat an partially annoying time, as he spoke to the hat nonstop for that five and a half minutes basically sealing my spot in this house. "Breathe." He heard Bleu said, and he grinned childishly. He gave a small laugh as he sometimes wondered if he even breathed at all, but for her sake he stopped for a moment. But he wouldn't spare her any details later, to make up for this...

Then after recovering from his brigade she finally said her introductions... sort of? "Yes, I am a transfer student. I come from Beauxbatons. What is your name?" He sighed slightly at her words at first but understood, transferring schools was hard but with the assistance of the twins, him and several others he would make her year great... Wait! Cross out Tat, as his brother was the better prankster but besides that her year was going to be a busy one with him!  "Gimme a second, here he comes! Come lemme introduce you to another Hufflepuff who is in the same year I believe! Wait... your a fifth year darn it... Never mind now lets go meet him!"

 "Who's your friend." Damien was beaten to his sentence but it had worked out perfectly in the end. Exchanging glances with Mircus before with Bleu and grinning mischievously, with arms extended he introduced the two with each other.  "Mircus, this is Bleu who is transferring to our school from... Beauxbatons, I think thats what you said right? A real long name really but anyways, she also joining us in Hufflepuff as well! And then, Bleu this Mircus our team captain for quidditch. He's the one who scores basically... like scores, also know as the Chaser I believe, yes?! Then finally, there's Me! Damien, the social butterfly of death! Well, at least that's what I would be if I was one! So lets be nice to each other okay, I promise I wont bite, so you guys don't either, okay?"  He said to them laughing slightly, before turning behind him. He was watching the sorting hat's decision for Mircus' sister right now, which he had taken a note of when he had came into the room with her.

 "Daaaaw, that sucks really. I hoped your sister would join us but I guess to Griffindor she goes! At least the Ravens or Snakes didn't get her, she too kind for either of those houses. At least she'll have some reliable people to watch over her right? At least she doesn't have to deal with Tatum, his twin is apparently the more civil one of the set." He had said when the Hat decided its choice for the young witch. He silently wondered why the hat choose to put her in Griffindor but couldn't argue unless he put it on again. Which wasn't going to be a nice experience for either of them and besides the Sorting Hat knew best... for the most part and he wouldn't oppose its decision for other students.

"Should we go to our dorms now?" Bleu had said to the two, and he looked around him as everyone was standing up as well. Well... there goes the Head Mistress speech, or whatever it was down through the drain. He had heard it many times and doubt it was of any importance so placed it onto the back of his head disregarding it. Looking at Mircus and Bleu before he decided that he would like to get the first bed before either of the two or simply anyone else, which wasn't likely at this point he still didn't mind trying and abruptly got up as well.  "Yes, yes we do! Now... 3, 2, 1, GO! Race ya guys!" He said childishly before jogging out to the Hufflepuff's dorms for them. Dodging some of the students and vanished out of the room slipping out easily with his lithe frame, leaving the two Hufflepuffs standing there... to talk and get to know each other if they wished.

[Assistant]
Mircus couldn't help but to laugh at his friend. He was such a ball of energy and constantly going. It was amusing. He always seemed to be in a good mood when Damien was around. He especially enjoyed listening to him as he tried to explain who Mircus was to the transfer student. Damien then commented on his sister's sorting. "Aye, it'd have been nice to have her here, but 'least I know she'll be safe in Gryffindor. Wouldn't be able to say the same about the other houses," he lied. He knew his sister was more than capable of taking care of herself. She'd been raised just as he had.

Finally, Damien announced a race back to the Hufflepuff basement. Mircus chuckled as he watched his friend disappear from the Great Hall before turning back to the new girl. "Bleu, was it," he said, knowing it was. "Come on, I'll show you to the common room. Just let me say something to my sis, real quick?" He gave her a smile before moving over to the Gryffindor table. The Prefect was gathering all the first years. "'Ey, Nyra," he called to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he gave her a squeeze. "Congratulations. You're a Hogwarts student now."

"Aye, thanks," the small blonde girl smiled up at him. "It feels weird, you know? Like a dream almost."

Her brother chuckled. "Yeah, wait til classes start, you'll lose that feeling." He saw Demi nearby and recalled her promising to take care of her. Mircus motioned her over. "You see that lass there?" He said.

"The pretty one?" Nyra asked, pointing back to Demi.

"Aye," Mircus laughed. "Her. Well, she's an ole friend. If you have any questions about anything, just ask her. She'll help you out. And if you're nice, she might consider you for Quidditch try-outs next year." He looked back to Demi and thanked her under his breath before waving to the two of them.

He returned to Bleu's side. "So, shall we?" he motioned to the door of the Great Hall. The Hufflepuff common room was in the basement of Hogwarts, and the entrance was just outside the Kitchen, so it was the closest to the Great Hall. Mircus led Bleu through the doors. "So, what's Beauxbaton's like? Any better or worse than Hogwarts, from what you've seen so far?"

After a bit of chat he'd finally arrived to the barrels that covered the Hufflepuff entrance. "Third one over, right here," Mircus informed before tapping it with his wand. The barrel opened up and revealed a small stairwell leading down to the Commonroom. It was filled with chairs and tables, bookshelves and chandeliers. Windows sat in the high part of the far wall, letting the sunlight shine on earthy looking basement (or it would, if it were daylight outside). "Right, so girl's dorms are that way," he pointed to a pathway leading out of the room to the side.

He turned and made his way to his own room. A familiar screech made his face light up. "Hey, Talon. Have you missed me, mate?" He opened the door on the small birds cage and let the Kestrel jump onto his hand. "I know, you want out. I'll let you off tomorrow, give ya a letter to take to mah and dah, eh?"


[System]
We're all a bit lost looking for art... Some more than others... Some more than most.

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● Name:
Allison Weaver
Usually called by one of two nicknames:
❃Alice, most commonly (preferred)
❃Allie, in rare cases of endearment

● Age:
Seventeen

● Gender:
Female

● Sexuality:
Bisexual | Unrecognized

● More In Depth Appearance:
Standing at a slight 5'5" and weighing around 120 lbs, Alice's wispy frame appears rather lithe and delicate. Noticing her outward features, it is clear that Alice pays a great deal of attention to her appearance and upkeep. Her styled hair falls in sweeping waves around her head just down to her neck. Despite its often disheveled appearance, Alice is known to brush at it rather regularly in her daily life. Her hair color, while naturally a light brown, is more often subject to change. She has been seen dying her hair a coal-like black and a dirty blonde. With such prominent striking blue eyes, Alice does quite a bit to accentuate them. Though her makeup is usually done in a minimalist and unobtrusive way, she is very dedicated to the art, and has been known to have a great deal of skill in putting makeup on herself and others.

When it comes to her daily attire, Alice appears to be very aware and self conscious of her clothing choices. With such a vast wardrobe, she has a bit of a reputation for dressing rather fashionably in ways that might often be seen as abnormal. As much as she enjoys wearing flashy sundresses, Alice rarely does so in public for fear of the attention it might bring, but she does find herself drawing attention with high-fashion sweaters, jackets, skirts, high socks, and sunhats. Contrasting her most common appearance, there are times that Alice prefers sweatshirts and sweatpants, most often seen covered in marks of paint and other artistic slip-ups. Additionally, she has a bit of an odd habit of carrying around a large bag in addition to her backpack, but no one knows what's inside it.

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● Pensive ● Withdrawn ● Conscientious ● Dissonant ●

● Personality:
There is much of a duality in Alice's personality, because she can be quite different depending on who she is around and how she imagines that they will see her. Typically, Alice is seen as a very introspective and quiet individual, always wistfully lost in thought. It isn't uncommon for her classmates to catch her caught up in long bouts of daydreaming as she absently stares off. In general, Alice has never been the best at social interaction. She very rarely has the courage to approach people directly, bring up issues around her, or express her personal opinion. It is extremely uncommon to see Alice able to display affection well. Because of this, she tends to be a very mysterious individual, divulging very little about herself and distancing herself from others.

In spite of her shy side, there is much more to Alice. It is well known that Alice has an extremely creative mind. While she does well on her schoolwork, Alice is more commonly seen focusing on her artistic avenues of expression. Be it sketching, painting, or other crafty visual arts, she finds solace in this sort of self expression. In her art, Alice's underlying personal is revealed. Rather than being the brooding and pensive outcast individual she may appear to be, Alice shows that she is a dreamer. Often lost in the romanticism of the world, she looks at life with a very poetic view. This can often be her greatest asset in her friendships with others. Alice is always willing to lend an ear and offer advice to those who find solace in her, doing her best to divulge her 'visionary wisdom'. Even with her romantic outlook, though, Alice is extremely chaste in all displays of affection, almost appearing afraid of growing close to people.

● Quirks:
❃ She has an extremely erratic sleeping schedule and is often awake more nocturnally than diurnally.
❃ Alice has been known to randomly cite poetry in conversation no matter the situation.
❃ Strangely obsessed with plants, Alice tends to a lot of them and can often be seen wearing flowers in her hair or on her person. She will protect plants at all costs.
❃ Alice is in love with sweets, always choosing to eat candy and chocolate at her leisure.

● Hobbies:
❃ Alice is an avid artist, being recognized as the art teacher's assistant. She works in a number of mediums.

❃ Alice commonly writes and reads poetry, no matter the setting she finds herself in. It isn't uncommon to see her writing around the school, especially if the weather is nice.

❃ Alice has had a hand in a number of the drama productions that are produced at Sterling Heights. While she more commonly assists outside of the mainstage, she has acted in a small number of performances.

● Likes & Dislikes:
❃ Romance Novels
❃ Nature
❃ Fashion
❃ Various Teas
❃ Deep Conversation

❃ Large Groups
❃ Sports
❃ Math
❃ Being Cold
❃ Entitlement

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● Family Members:
❃Joseph Weaver | Father, 43

● Biography:
Alice was born into rather peculiar circumstances as the daughter of Joseph Weaver and Eliza Weaver. Of course, Alice never really met her mother due to the fragility of her marriage and the greater fragility of her mental state. That left Alice to be raised alone by her father who also worked as the pastor and proprietor of a small church in Sterling Heights. As expected, she was expected to follow a very coordinated set of beliefs taught to her by her father.

Things didn't go very well on that front, however, for as soon as Alice was into her teenage years, she rejected the strict religious lifestyle of her father. This didn't stop the two from being very close, though. Alice respected her father greatly and considered him her closest friend. In her rejection of his greatest passion, turmoil was present. As Alice grew older, she grew to distance herself from her home life, being absorbed into the fantasy world of books, poetry, and art. Alice's father never really accepted her passion for such abnormal fronts of literature and art, only further growing a rift between the two remnants of the family. While he took a traditional path of religion, Joseph Weaver had to watch his daughter captivated by hedge spirituality and contemplative sciences.

When her father tried to start a new relationship, Alice immediately opposed his girlfriend and did whatever it took to avoid her. With yet another step taken to distance herself from her only family, Alice spent a lot of time alone in her early high school years. While her father was so often working at the church or spending time at his girlfriend's house, Alice found herself alone for long hours of the day. Occasionally, she would take to going to her father's church simply for the sake of getting out of the house. It was all of the alone time that really stunted Alice's social development. At school, she finds herself infrequently communicating with others, always busying herself with other tasks, but still maintains her grades and extracurricular activities.

● Theme Song:

Of a Friday Night — Anais Mitchell:

Just across from the hospital
Still in sight of the red lights
A couple blocks from the orthodox church
That's where the old poet lived
In his eyeglasses and his necktie
At the window looking down
On the young men passing by
On the fullness of the town

[User]
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Shoving her phone down, the voice of Isaac asking if she was alright was slightly aggravating. He didn't know any of the inner workings of everything so she couldn't blame him entirely, but she gave him a look of defeat in return. A weak smile fell upon her lips, "I always find a way." she spoke, looking around the table to see that most had taken off.

Soon the two would be out on the dance floor, arm in arm as a quick and fun tune brought out their classmates to let loose. Dancing around Isaac Bernie could feel a bit of tension relief in her brow, it was nice to let things go and just enjoy the moment. "I have to teach you some better moves!" she called over the music, her body moving against his- teasing, precise. She had done this before. The song would switch tunes eventually, slowing way down.

The couples and brave came to the dance floor now. Isaac felt warm to the touch as Bernadette rested her cheek against his chest. The two swayed back and forth. Looking up to him for a moment, she giggled- "Don't think about kissing me after this song, that is too cliche even for me." she looked away, another soft chuckle escaping. In reality she didn't care if he dipped her planted the biggest smooch he could muster on her dumb lips. She couldn't let him know that though, it just worked that way.

A hard break in the music would cause everyone on the floor to cease. The principal stood his mouth closer to the microphone causing slight feedback. "I just want to take this moment to tell everyone here tonight that we appreciate the support this student body gives on another! Soon we will be announcing Homecoming King and Queen, so make sure you all are sticking around, it will be so tight!" the cringe of his slang made a few people laugh, while others rolled their eyes. Shifting once more he spoke again, "Go Patriots!" that line got a few actual cheers, as the music came back in full blast.

[Assistant]
ISAAC CHAPEL

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Isaac had indeed been considering kissing Bernie at the end of this song, but it didn't really end naturally. Instead, the announcement was made about homecoming king and queen and Isaac shrugged. "Not much suspense when you think about it. We all know how this ends..."

Isaac shuffled his feet for a second and looked at Bernie as the music came back on, leaning close so she could hear him and also to hide his reddening cheeks from her gaze. She didn't need to know how nervous he was to say this. "As far as I'm concerned, Bernie, you're my homecoming queen... how's that for a cliche?"

That was when Isaac decided to lean in and go for the kiss. Nothing too bold, as he was entirely without practice and, well, he was far from being an expert. But kiss her he did, and as the cerebral fireworks faded he managed to speak again.

"I'm... glad you asked me to give you a ride all those months ago... and that you made me take you out for ice cream. And that you were patient with me and my... insecurities. So... thank you, Bernie. You deserve all the affection I can give you."

[User]
Ordeals and Repeating Patterns...
Who could break the mold?

Alice hummed a low note as she pondered Augie's words, gaze shooting off into a distant cloud unseen to all outside of her imagination. The whole ordeal of homecoming—the whole ordeal of secrets changing hands and the aftermath thereof— brought something out in her peers. Alice could watch it happen. It had happened before with each prior secret revealed and it was happening now with Rob and his business with Ara. As of yet, Alice was uncertain of her feelings on the matter. It was all so confusing and hectic. She could never understand the rat-race that followed the exchange of secrets. Apparently, there was much more to it than she realized. For now, she could do naught but observe. That was her place.

Alice allowed the momentary silence born between her and Augie to permeate the room for a long while. She couldn't help but ponder the mental archive of those that had been outed with secrets thus far and those who had not. Alice and Augie were on the same side of the paradigm. She had to shake herself from her heavy thoughts as Augie questioned her. Had she appeared nervous? She tried to maintain ignorance to her own mannerisms, but that quickly melted away, and her blank and distant demeanor returned. She caught herself...

"Oh, I'm fine. Just... Not all that interested in the whole scene upstairs. It's a lot to deal with." When Alice had finally finished laying her canvas aside against an obscured shelf, she returned to clean the few supplies that remained out around the art room. It was as though she couldn't stop herself from perpetually continuing her duties even after hours. Perhaps it was more of a nervous thing, though. Alice, once again, wouldn't entirely be cognizant on the matter.

"They'll... Be alright, I think. This repeating process of secrets being traded... I don't think it will bother them forever." Alice maintained her distant trance-like gaze as she spoke, though as she took a long pause once again, her eyes finally flicked to Augie's own. "What do you think?" Alice pulled the canvas before her down from the easel, her mannerisms were nonchalant, though it seemed she was sure to maintain an angle where the subject matter portrayed in paint was obscured to all but her. Alice always was a shy one.

"Of the secrets. Of everything," Alice clarified. Perhaps she was fishing for answers to questions she wasn't entirely sure of. Either way, it seemed by the sincerity of her gaze that Alice's curiosity was genuine, and that was no common factor in conversations with the young artist. "Some may fragment," she repeated before continuing, "But what's it all for? The website... What do you think of it?"

Alice pondered the repeating pattern that seemed to trap Sterling High in a loop. She watched the effects, but none she had met could envision the cause. The whole secret revelations issue was a repeating pattern. The homecoming dance, its processes, and the whirlwind of emotions that followed— a repeating pattern... Her confiding in Augie must have been telling, as her palpable confusion on the matter seemed to show a certain degree of naivety.


[System]
Appearance:

Ghoul Mask:
Ishin's mask is a stylized metal helmet which looks to be a single piece of stained glass dyed multiple colours. It has no features present on the face plate and gives Ishin an eerily inhuman appearance.
Nicknames: "Savage"
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Rank: S

Kagune: Ishin's Kagunes are patterned numerous colours that resemble stained glass. His Koukaku is a set of two viciously long blades that wrap along his arm ending just underneath his palm, giving his arm the appearance of a tattooed spiral of stained glass. The Koukaku is able to flex and spread, giving him a form of amour across his arms. Ishin is also able to extend the end of his Koukaku past his hand into wickedly sharp blades, often giving them jagged edges in order to rip and tear rather than slice.

Ishin's Ukaku are a set of two large wings that are amorphous in the liquid state but when crystalized take the shape of something akin to a dragon. The liquid nature of the Kagune and his colouring gives it once more the appearance of stained glass. Ishin is able to use the solidified wings to great proficiency, sending blades of crystal at his target as he rushes in violently to attack. With some fresh food in him, Ishin's wings can give him limited flight.

RC Type: Koukaku and Ukaku

Personality: Ishin is a calm and collected man, full of sarcasm and wit and born with a silver tongue. He always has a calm word for friends and a smart ass one liner for enemies. This attitude seems apt as the man that runs one of the Sanctuaries for Ghouls in District 8, under the guise of a night club called "Dark Nights". This personality is flipped whilst hunting or fighting, under his mask he becomes diabolically savage and attempts to elicit as much pain as possible from his prey and any doves that are fool enough to walk past him.

Biography: Ishin was born in to the Ghoul world, thinking that what he was to be the norm and that humans were merely lower on the food chain to Ghouls. That's how his parents decided to raise the children under their care. As Ishin grew, he came to realize that Ghouls were a new development and not the norm. Humans outnumbered his kind. Accepting this, he developed himself to pass as a human…not wishing to go the same way his parents had and become infamous binge eaters. His teenage years were fraught with the usual things shown in tv dramas, sitcoms and movies. First loves, first heart breaks, failing tests and passing classes. All this was added to the struggle of controlling his hunger and the urge to eat as he slept his way through highschool angst.

Out of highschool and in to college, Ishin used the inheritance he had from his parents that had passed a few years into highschool to set up his own business. A business he could use to help ghouls to hide from the doves and to give protection to the ghouls of Ward 8. He named this business Dark Nights and it became known for its 'shock horror' atmosphere for a nightclub. He used this to continue providing funds for his education.

[User]
CCG Cafeteria

Luca pushed one of the doors of the cafeteria open with the tip of his foot and squeezed into the room before it quickly moved to shut. The briefcase in hand got stuck between the doors. Once he'd felt the tug when he tried to walk a way, he pulled it to himself and let the door rest on the other. Looking around, the flustered young investigator tried to find his newly assigned partner. He'd received information about having gotten assigned to be partnered with another dove around the same age and rank. He'd looked through his file before. He seemed like a decent dove and Luca couldn't really complain. It would be nice to have a partner that was around his age. He could have a good, proper friend for once.

He looked over at one of the tables, seeing a young man looking at some papers in those beige covers. From behind, he couldn't really discern whether or not it was him but he decided to take a risk and approach him. "Good evening," he said, blindly sitting across him. Finally catching a glimpse of his face, he let out a weak sigh of relief. Oh, thank god it's him... "My name's Luca Langley. Nice to meet you Mr... Yuuma, was it?"

[Assistant]
CCG Headquarters

Yuuka shrugged. "I'd be down with silly. It's prooobably not setting a good example for my junior saying this, but when you've been at this job for over fifteen years you kinda need something new to break up the monotony every once and a while. Even killing Ghouls can get boring if they're too weak to be a challenge, so sometimes I like to mess around a little on the job just to keep things interesting. Seeing how long I can go unnoticed by them, putting on disguises and infiltrating their ranks, fighting with one arm or leg tied behind my back, seeing how many Ghouls I can kill with improv weapons..."

Yuuka paused momentarily to consider the ramifications of what she'd just said.

"It's definitely not something a junior should do though! You could get hurt if you don't know what you're doing!"

Having dispensed her motherly advice, Yuuka cleaned up her mess like any responsible adult should, and then turned to Hisoka and said, "Tell you what, we'll discuss it on the car ride down. Tell me what you're thinking and I'll see if it'll make for a good first hunt. This is your first real hunt, right Hisoka-kun?"

[User]
CCG Cafeteria

Yuuma looked up, the little concentration he had had broken, and gave an easy smile when he saw the speaker's face.

"That's right," he replied. "Rank 2 Investigator Saito Yuuma." He closed the folder in front of him, and stood up, reaching across the table with his right hand outstretched. "Are you doing well, Langley-kun?"

Sitting back in his seat, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, deciding what he wanted to cover and in what order.

"Before anything else, I have a request," he said, his easy smile still there. "I'd prefer if we keep formalities between the two of us to an absolute minimum. Not only are we essentially married now, but we're both the same rank, and similar in age. So just call me Yuuma."

Yuuma gave a small, content huff, glad to have that out of the way. It would even help with efficiency. No matter how little, that fact pleased the boy.

"I was going through these," he continued after a moment, pushing the folder towards Luca. "Have a look. They're files on some ghouls I find at least mildly interesting. I figure we can request to be assigned to one, instead of waiting around and twiddling our thumbs."

Yuuma scratched his nose and leaned back into his seat, before deciding to share more of his thoughts with his new partner. "Considering we only have three years of field experience between the two of us, I can't help but feel like we'll be seen as weak and unreliable. And as much as I'd like to prove that notion wrong as soon as possible, I think it'd be good for our first few assignments to be C and B-ranked ghouls who have a penchant for violence. I'm sure you know, but I haven't done anything in a year, and I need to get back into the swing of things." His eyes darted towards his briefcase. "And my new quinque is a koukaku-type. The last one I had was an ukaku, and to say they handle differently is an understatement."

Yuuma got out of his seat and stretched lazily. "Point is, while I'm plenty confident in my abilities, I wouldn't mind a little warm-up. We can familiarize ourselves with each other in a low-pressure environment. Then, we'll really start to work on making a name for ourselves, yeah?" he finished with a friendly smirk.

The boy paused yet again, realizing he had been talking a lot, and hadn't given Luca much opportunity to speak up. "Is there anything you'd like to ask, or want me to know?" he invited, a curious look on his face.

[Assistant]
Ishin allowed himself to listen at the door as it wasn't immediately being answered. He heard a phone ring and a mechanical voice that simply sounded angry from what he could hear. He gave a short breath in and composed himself, acting once more as the dignified host and proprietor of a night club. The door opened and what greeted him was a woman; shorter than him, though to be fair at about 6 foot most people were shorter than Ishin, with a very clean cut appearance only marred by what looked to be animal fur. Ishin smiled briefly as she bowed, a cleanly snapped movement that was obviously practiced. Ishin leant against the wall that was behind him, slouched and hands in his pockets "not a pro-" He couldn't finish his sentence as she rattled off her name and rank as a Dove. Ishin straightened and smiled, practice of his own flicking a switch on his brain "A Ghoul Investigator?" He laughed "Cool, dangerous job though" he nodded and began walking towards the entrance "My name is Ishin Kuhaku, owner of this joint" he waved around his hand, gesturing to the walls "I have a few of you guys come through to wind down a lot…so I'll offer you the same thing I offer them" he laughed "my clients enjoy 'horror' themes and taboo…if you ever find or…hmm…acquire some notorious Ghoul Masks" he gestured to the wall covered in masks "I'll pay handsomely for them…might even give out free drinks" he grinned before gesturing to the entrance "I hope you can find your way home, Miss Hikari...and do come again."

Ishin turned on his heel after leading the Dove out, he had to check on Chou and The Boy…ensure nothing had happened. Checking that they had indeed come back here, Ishin made his way up the room and opened the door. He strode inside, like he owned the place…which he well did so that wasn't an issue. The Boy was looking scared and frightened and Chou was rummaging through some drawers. He cleared his throat "Chou…tha-that's the cutlery drawer…clothes are in the wardrobe over there" He pointed at the big panels of mirrored glass that covered a section of the wall. He strode over to the Boy and looked him over "Boy…show me your Kagune" he folded his arms "I need to understand what you can do and how best to train you to stay alive."


[System]
Also known as: The the messenger, the neutral, the traveler.

Age: Oooooold.

God Status: She was once charged with traveling between the three worlds with various missives though this is no longer something she can do. Now she is the goddess of messages and messengers, travelers, and neutrality. She was always a minor goddess with a few small powers.

Personality: Iratze is carefree and mellow. She likes to watch and meddle at the opportune moment, or when asked to intervene. It is in her nature to let others resolve their conflicts, and to help resolve communication issues only when needed. She enjoys travel, colors, variety. She might be called indulgent by some or careless by others, however this is all a matter of perspective! The bright-haired goddess likes to tread in grey-areas of morality, where the answers are not so clear and the rules undefined. It is here she feels the most free.

Parents: She was not born, but was created. It is said she was constructed by the Sun and the Moon during a period of marital strife. Constructed by both and loyal to neither. She was given the ability to pass between the worlds and carry messages between them until they were able to resolve their differences. They found her useful to keep in touch with their various children, and so, kept her around to fulfill the role of their messenger.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Form on Earth:

True Form:

Powers:

-Flight: To aid her in delivering her messages quickly and efficiently!
-Tongues: To aid her in delivering messages for anyone she has the gift of tongues, she can understand and speak many languages. The language of the sun and the moon, and any language created by their creations (mortals)
-Sense of Direction: She has an excellent internal map. She has an internal compass, and a knack for finding almost anyone she might need to carry a message to.

-LOST POWER: Once she had the power to travel between the three worlds. In addition to carrying herself across the borders, she could carry things across (letters, gifts, objects), and people across with her. This is not something everyone could do which is what made her so useful in her role as a messenger god. After the fall she lost these powers and was bound to earth with the rest.

Weapon: A pen! For the pen is mightier than the sword!--
To keep their messages discrete, the Sun and the Moon gifted her with a magic pen. When writing with the pen, the message can only be read by the intended recipient (One must hold the pen and speak their name aloud before they begin to write).

History (Pre-Earth bound): Constructed by the Sun and the Moon to carry messages between the deities, the first chapter of her life was all this. She traveled between the three worlds mostly at the request of any god or goddess, but some times for fun. Some liked her, others did not, but it did not matter much. She was a very minor deity who remained neutral in all things.

History (Post-Earth bound):

She had a small identity crisis. Not being able to travel between the worlds and being shut out by the god of the underworld was certainly a shock for her. However, she was very comfortable on earth having been there many times before. She has been spending her earth bound years keeping a low profile, mingling with mortals, playing tricks on them, befriending them, and reinventing her disguise from time to time.

Motive: She values her neutrality, and therefore, remains so even in her bound form. She wonders if she will ever be called back into true service, though she is now enjoying her freedom. A conflict between the gods would not serve her at this time.

[User]
It did not take Seatus long to reject her words, then attack...

Kyra arrived, and spoke her turn. Iratze did not respond, she wasn't sure what to say to the goddess. Wasn't it evident... Iratze hated herself more than she hated all the rest. She was the gentlest goddess in the land... She was made to be so. Kyra was born, she could reject her parents and go her own way. Iratze could not... Not until now. Not until Amos had changed her. He had the gift of creation and true change a most coveted power among even the divine beings. It was thought that only the Sun and Moon had this capability, not so...

Iratze closed her eyes. "I see that they have no use for me now that I am no longer... obedient. Eons of service and this is how I am repaid with scorn and violence at the first sign of displeasure... I have spent my existence carrying their words, all their words, on the fastest winds, over the earth, and even across the worlds... When I finally speak words of my own they fall upon deaf ears... Perhaps I am a fool to be surprised by this..."  She spoke to Amos just before the attack...

... Iratze saw the wave, and wrapped her arms and wings around Amos. She clung to him with all her strength... It was not enough. The force of the water dragged him away from her grasping fingers. She was tumbling, spitting water from her lips, clenching her eyes shut against the harsh salt water...

She washed up away from the others, her tiny lithe form carried much farther than Amos. The wave would not have killed the old Iratze, she was made to be durable for far too often did one shoot-the-messenger. The old Iratze would not have had the strength to rise up...

... The new Iratze, however, found herself sore but not unconscious. She shook the water off her wings, and wrung out her hair. She was furious, and that fury fueled her now. She had been attacked before, but not by Seatus, and not like this. "So it seems that Amos is the only one who knows me now..." She looked for him then, the God of Hate and Corruption. She saw him in the distance, bringing his sword down upon Kyra. She saw Seatus in his mighty godly form facing off against the god of Hate as well.

Iratze seemed to be forgotten for the moment, as she often was before. She watched events unfolding and was about to fly into the fray, but hesitated.

"Something... Someone is missing..."

Was it not Armarion leading the call to arms?

And with Kyra here no doubt Tet would not be far behind.

"Where is Armarion now?" She wondered, her emotions driving her to think of the god of Wisdom before the god of Play...

She reached inside herself, and found that she still had her old powers. She still had the power to find any god she wished. It was a practical function for the messenger of many gods in-between many worlds... She sought Armarion with her power, she even spoke his name. "Armarion..."

[Assistant]
Seatus had no time to yell at Kyra to move out of the way. It was too late once he pushed the massive wave towards them. He was glad to see it was successful so far sending Amos and Iratze away from being together.

But Seatus saw Amos rise, and unleash his red aurora. Seatus shut his eyes, it was so bright. Seatus was standing his ground using his massive crablike legs planting them into the ground to gain balance. After the aurora passed him, he opened his eyes again and looked to see Amos.

The land looked dead all caused by the hateful Amos. Seatus lifted up his multiple arms forming fists ready to fight, when he saw Cerbanis come to his hands and ready to strike Kyra. Out of his shell back, one of his many hidden tentacles appeared, he used it as a whip trying to prevent Amos from striking Kyra.

[User]
Seatus successfully hit Amos in the nick of time. The tentacle hit Amos in the arm, sending Cerbanis flying away, he then looked at Seatus, before becoming aware of a new noise.

An explosion then sent Amos flying backwards before he could do anything as hail of bullets happened next, scratching at his body. It had seemed that the presence of Seatus, had painted a giant target on the Gods who were in the forest. Floodlights shown down upon them, the humans had called in helicopters, to Amos they were alien. He had never seen what humans were now capable of and the only thing it did was annoy him but at the same time it sent shivers down his spine. Such advancement was something he had anticipated but at the level of this, he was astonished. They had learn to fly, what else he thought, had they devoured in their evolution?

Another explosion detonated at his body, sending him falling forwards into the damp earth. He looked up to see Seatus being attacked as well, his form made it easy for the humans. How ironic, he chose to protect them but in the end the humans did not see it that way. Perhaps the only thing they saw, were a group of monsters that needed to be eradicated. Amos slowly got up, around him the soldiers kept firing, their bullets did nothing.

He spoke, "Come now, creations of my parents, how foolish to attack a God.." He waved his hand over the soldiers and one by one they stopped firing. Their facial expressions became twisted, they were under his influence now and with a snap of his fingers, they turned on each other.

Amos began to withdraw back into the forest, until the only thing that could be seen were those red eyes amidst the twilight, of a blood filled night.

[Assistant]
[Iratze]

The corrupted goddess ceased her search and turned abruptly as Amos was attacked once again, by Seatus, and then by hummans. She noticed too late, but, Amos was not harmed unduly by either. He began to retreat into the forest...

... She took flight. She spread her wings and shot toward Amos like a bolt. The wings were black, but shone with iridescent colors, like the wings of a starling.

She caught up to Amos, and grabbed him by the shoulders. With the power of her wings the two were able to retreat all the faster.
"Amos..." She spoke to him as she flew. "Where might you and I go now?" Her mind was still wide with the possibilities now lain before her. They could go anywhere... On Earth... She scowled a bit, reminded of her limitations. Yet, she was empowers now... Could she cross the worlds? She felt so angry that she might burn her way through heaven and hell and back again.

[User]
"War is a terrible thing, a horrible vile thing but it is my life!"

an ancient transcript...

Although deep within his heart Armarion knew he could not bring himself to go fight his brother he would never admit such a thing as that.

He had reverted to his normal shape for the moment he was sitting atop a building not far off from the battle raging on as he sat scratching his facial features which he enjoyed very much tears were rolling down his cheeks slowly and they shone brightly in the light he held Seatus's conch close to himself as he sat biting his lower lip and it started bleeding golden ichor.

He heard a familiar voice in his mind calling his name, it was Iratze he blinked away his tears and stood summoning his staff and preparing a spell to teleport him into the battle.

He felt ready to fight for the right cause because he was a mighty god and a proud god...

[Assistant]
Cerbanis returned to him as he was being carried away by Iratze. He spoke to her then, "They will be only occupied for a short while. Our...friends, will either run away or subdue the humans. For now, follow me." Wings then sprouted from his body and he took flight apart from her.

Amos led Iratze to the city and upon a high building did they land. He looked down below, no one was on the streets anymore, not after that attack hours ago. He pondered for a moment, looking back at Iratze, then up at the night sky. Where had the others gone? Kyra, Seatus and Amare seemed to the the only ones that actually had cared about what he was doing. The last time he was Armarion was at that house, along with that God of Play and Ashthelic.

Jack Frost, Thalliana and others only eluded him. In the end, he would find them and deal with them as he pleased. Surely they stood no chance against even him. Now with Iratze at his side, well they were a challenge, that was for sure. Heaven would be his as well, once the damn gates were open. His angels would be all to eager to join him as well, coupled with the knowledge that he had found, the only thing safe to say was that Heaven would be unleashed upon Earth and the humans would suffer as he had.

"Iratze," He spoke in calm demeanor, "Call Armarion here. I very much wish to speak to my dear older brother."

[User]
Seatus turned around to see the humans with numerous helicopters. Seatus let out a roar in pain, and turned to see them rain more bullets on him. Seatus wasn't weak to the bullets but they could hurt no doubt if theres numerous hitting you at once. Seatus went into his shell. was being scratched and can feel the strike of the bullets bouncing off his thick shell. His tentacles were unleashed and he whipped them causing the copters to crash into one another. It wasn't over as more sounds of blades chopping in the distance could be heard.

Another wave of helicopters a larger number came back, ready to fire their bullets. Seatus took a deep breath then let out a massive noise which sounded like a Whale and Tyrannosaurus roar. The waves of his great roar was loud enough, the copters either exploded in mid air or lost control crashing onto the soldiers, whom were killing each other already by Amos. Seatus could see a few soldiers survived, so he slammed his tentacles to the ground sending them flying up in the air and crash to the ground.

It was over for now Seatus let back in his tentacles and looked around Amos and Iratze were both gone.

[Assistant]
So, the fight was not over.

"Armarion." She muttered his name again, closing her eyes and feeling for his presence again in the infinite space around her.

"He is not far, Amos." Iratze confirmed with a smile. "He will be here soon..."

Iratze glanced over the edge of the building, everyone had fled... Except for those who could not...

She hopped off the edge of the building, gilding on her outstretched wings in a slow spiral. She landed by an overturned car. Inside was a woman, pinned, hanging upside down at an odd angle. She wasn't conscious anymore, her breath was shallow, moments from death...

She would cross into the underworld...

Iratze touched the side of the woman's head, rousing her to consciousness. "How unfair for you, what ill luck, that Brontes should return and the gods retaliate on this day. Yet, this is not the end for you. You will cross into the realm and into the arms of Brontes, the one who started all this madness. You should give him what for... I'm also going to give you a message, please deliver it to him." She leaned forward, ignoring the bewildered look in the woman's brown eyes, she whispered into her ear.

Her eyes softened and closed. Her spirit crossed the worlds and only her body was left.

Iratze drew back from the overturned car. She walked away, flapping her wings and taking flight. She returned to where Amos stood.

"The others will be here soon..." She predicted.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Cat)

Weapon:

The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.

Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.

Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.

Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.

Colour: Sunrise orange  (Colourcode: F02100)

Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords

Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"

[User]
Luke Schwarz-- Hallway Navigation.

"Math next, huh..." the raven-haired teen mumbled to himself under his breath, shaking and stretching ought the light soreness that was the paltry remainder of his injuries sustained beforehand.

Well, that worked for him. Strangely enough, Math was typically the one subject he'd always reliably kept up in-- no top scorer in the class, of course, but he held his own far more respectably than, say, that one ill-advised year of computer science.

He shuddered at the mere thought of that hellhole. Impossible to focus on and impossible to comprehend without the entirety of his focus from start-to-finish:

A catch-22 straight from the maw of Loki himself!

Slinging his bookbag over his shoulder in that typically highschoolerish, nonchalant-looking way, Luke shook the demons free from his head and filed out with the rest of the class, freely partaking in idle chatter as any of the others came up with it.

Such was his way, as we all knew by now.

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - Hallway Navigation

A green-grey satchel slung across her body, her black jacket and checkerboard-grey skirt tidied up for a new semester, concentration utterly focused on a simple white booklet in her hands rather than the hallway around her, Gratia Mindaro appeared to be no less than another diligent student, familiarising herself with the mathematics curriculum one last time before she jumped in classes proper. The fact was, of course, that she had not actually found the time to read up on the semester's work until right after combat class, when she needed to distract herself from the irksome outcome of her spar. The frantic rush of arriving in a new country had been quite overwhelming as well.

Rates of change, differentiation of polynomials, integration ... so it appears there will be a focus on calculus.

That was not particularly worrying. She had touched upon the study during her time at Haven, and it was not something that she had experienced struggle with; in fact, the situation was quite the opposite - the Mistralese huntress had taken to the subject quite well. Not that it was surprising. She was superior in all aspects. That was a fact.

Gratia skillfully weaved herself around a student she would have walked into, eyes still scanning the booklet in her hands even as she stepped around the crowds moving to class. The incessant and annoying chatter of the youths were of absolutely no importance to her. There was no point in listening to what she cared nothing about, and the presence of her headphones around her head, quiet music flowing through the cans, was emblematic of her complete apathy for the unwashed, inferior masses.

She snapped the booklet shut, dropping into her satchel with a smooth motion. That was all she needed for now. Nothing more, nothing less.

[User]
Luke Schwarz-- Hall Observation

Hm?

A familiar curtain of long, straight black hair brushed past him, the slightly taller Mistralese Huntress's longer strides eating up ground more quickly than his own.

Ah. Miss Gratia.

The astute observation was very nearly followed by a tap on the shoulder to grab her attention and offer congratulations for her victory over his teammate, but the fistic hunter-to-be thought against it, for a multitude of reasons, upon further observation. She was obviously preoccupied, what with the course guidebook in her hands being voraciously devoured by her mind one last time, and the headphones wrapped around her ears, filling her immediate world with just herself and her music as opposed to a hall full of people trying to talk...

Saving the odd metaphors for English Class a few periods away, he also reminded himself that she was quite clearly--and quite understandably--annoyed with the outcome of her match against Cian. Bringing that up again and yanking her out of her own brief period of time before the next class to do it?

Poor form. Definitely poor form.

I don't want to have a hole stared through me again!

And so, he allowed the outstretched hand to drop back into his pocket, keeping on pace as normal.

It was all a matter of timing, and now wasn't the time.

[Assistant]
Emerald Felicia - Hallway Navigation -

Emerald had been resting in the stands, watching any last matches as it was announced that it was time to move onto the next period. Emerald seemed to become visibly depressed when she saw the words 'Math'. What did a huntress need math for anyway? To count how many grimm they killed? She thought it was dumb.

Still, she made her way there, though more slowly and with far less enthusiasm as she had for combat class. She decided to think about something else, like the duel she was going to have with Krysthane after classes. It would be glorious, she just knew it.

With the impending doom of math class forgotten, she became more upbeat as she skipped and dodged passed various students as she made her way down the halls. She noticed that she was quickly approaching the Luke guy who had fought against Shiro in combat class, and that Gratia was a bit further ahead...though Emmy didn't really want to get too close to Gratia she was kind of scary.

Luke though...she didn't really know much about him, other that what she'd seen when he and Shiro dueled. So she caught up to him, matched his pace and sort of just stared at him with big, curious eyes.

[User]
Sangue - Hallway

Though Sangue had lost, she was glad that she did not lose within thirty seconds of the battle. Fighting without complicated surroundings was something she definitely needed to improve upon, as she will not always have something to confuse her opponents with.

She had to wonder, however, whether "Emmy" would do something drastic to her when she enforced some sort of friendship upon her.

The Huntress quietly entered the hallway and shifted amongst others, using the people around her as a guide toward her Math class.

[Assistant]
Ben really, really didn't want to move. His body hurt, and he'd only gotten the trickle of blood wiped off his face a few moments before. But given the fact that he wasn't technically incapable of going on to his next class, he was going to have to. BASL's leader pulled himself to his feet and grabbed his bag, stepping out into the hall after Goodwitch's closing words. He spotted Sangue, not far away, and followed after her. He was pretty sure Lauren wasn't far behind him, but he hadn't seen Amy for a while.

The fight had been great, though. Even if it did hurt like hell afterwards. Calculus probably wasn't going to be anywhere near as interesting.

[User]
Skyra coughed a bit. "It's not the noise I fight for.", she corrected Mokuren, "It is what the noise stands for that I fight for. Remember the faunus-rights movements that turned violent? I want to fight so that innocent citizens, who want their rights to be the same as others, won't have to suffer, get injured or even die. When I was young, I saw mothers lose their children and children losing both their parents and their siblings. The aggression of the White Fang didn't help in the slightest either." Skyra shrugged and sighed.
"My weapons are pretty precious to me, you know. It's the only thing I have left of my mother. She, apparently, was a general once, you know, in the war. These weapons...", she activated the energy blades of the two swords. "These weapons belonged to her, but I barely even knew her. When I was, like 2 or something, both my parents were assassinated. Luckily, because of their ties to the Blue Dragon Order, I got 'adopted', more or less. Ever since I've been looking for traces of who might have killed my parents, but I realized, I'm not strong enough yet, so that's why I am here."
Finishing up her story Skyra looked intently at Mokuren.
"See, that's why I take so much care of my weapons. They are my only link to the past. In fact, I'd build a shrine for them, if I didn't need them. What's your story then, Moku? Why are you here?"
She tilted her head and blinked at the fox-girl.


[System]
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Personality: A worrywart because of what happened to her parents and afterwards because of the ever present shadow of the Elders.
She loves her family and feels very deeply, but knows that sometimes it is better to swallow one's pride and tongue for the sake of her loved ones. She is very afraid that her sister Ella's wandering nature is going to get them split up or worse...
She's protective and brave despite her rather nervous nature and works hard to keep the farm running.
Family: Two siblings; A mischievous little sister called Ella and a sweet and sickly younger brother called Edric.
Settlement: They live on a small farm a bit further in the woods away from Frostridge. There used to be more farms around them, but most of those got abandoned as time went on when the creatures grew more aggressive.
She has to travel back and forth from the village to the farm and vice versa if she needs anything she doesn't have herself.
Their tribute consist of mostly wool and cheese provided by the sheep of their farm. Occasionally she sold off lambs and older sheep to lessen the toll of the tribute or to acquire medicine that the few traveling merchants that do come up to their village bring along.
With her being of age (18) she also knows that the Elders will start to push for her to find herself a match with one of the boys of the village since outsiders rarely stick around and she hasn't done so yet.
Selene knows it isn't a bad idea, but she hardly has any connection with any of the villagers of her age safe for Marina her best friend and truthfully it would feel as if she was ripped away from her siblings, the very thing she didn't want to happen.
Appearance:

[User]
She felt her face flush and her breath stop as she listened to his words, when he took her hands in his she felt her insides turn into goo.
Think Sel, Think. Her brain poked at her as she felt hooked and drawn by those beautiful eyes.
"You'd... you'd really want to stay with us? Are you sure you'd be able to live with me? Like my brother tends to say I'm terrible." She said with a nervous chuckle.
Oh she couldn't deny the attraction. She wasn't sure what it was that drew her to him, but what she always had regarded as foolish fawning of the other girls from her village over the young men, she now couldn't deny that she was just as guilty of the same behaviour.
What saddened her though was that he was so set upon leaving. She really didn't want to think of that.
But to leave herself? Leave her family home? If she had been alone she would have cast it all aside, but she wasn't alone. She had siblings that depended upon her. Her brother required medicine and treatment and if she pulled away Ella now, she would not be able to offer her any possible future of her own making.
Her sense of reason reminded her romantic heart that love was nice, but was not enough to survive upon.
"Alaska?" She frowned at his words. "And live where? In what? What will we do for food or other supplies?" She felt like she needed to force some reality on him.
"If we just go with the clothes on our back we'll starve within the year." She said, knowing she had to pedal back and not scare him off.
"Listen..." She took better hold of his hands stepping even closer to look at him with earnest eyes.
"If it just had been me then I would have followed you to the ends of this world, but I have more than just me to worry about." She sighed heavily. "Edric's health is frail and he needs medicine regularly and if Ella wants to have a choice in her own future than I can't uproot them. The village and the Elders despite your protest have provided for their needs when I wasn't able to pay for it. They care in their own way, but if that shackles you too much I understand. I however am not as free to go as I please as you are. I suggest you stay for a while at least, garner some supplies before you begin your trek up North. I couldn't bear the thought of you starving out there." She stated before she took his face in her hands and gave him a chaste kiss upon his forehead.

[Assistant]
Malcom walked away with his head down, he had hoped she would have came to her senses,but obviously she is anchored to this old place.
He picked up the axe and began chopping wood, taking his aggression out on the logs.

 How could anyone want to live life under someone's foot?
Starting to sweat, he removed the vest, and continued chopping.
No matter how much i want a family again, i can't, no, I won't live under tyranny.

After he finished chopping and stacking the firewood, he went about repairing the roof.
He had noticed a few worn out places that needed patching, and after finding what he needed in the barn, he climbed up on the roof.
 She has lived this life for so long, she could never change, why am I even thinking about it?
Once I'm done repaying what she has done for me, I'm out of here, this place has too many bad memories for me.

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Selene kept watch over her flock until the midday hour started and moved over to Malcom.
"I'll go get us a bite to eat, I'll be back in a couple of minutes." She told him still feeling a sense of anger or unease come off of him. She could tell he was disappointed in her, but what choice did she have?
Thinking a little picnic would do the man some good, food after all was a wonderful healer of bad tempers, she hurried home and packed up a basket with all sorts of goods and after they would take the flock home she would suggest he'd take a tour of the village at the least. If was so focussed on leaving then he'd better go and get some orders for tools and whatnot in. Also some thicker clothes that he wore now.
Feeling rather gutted by the fact that the one guy that had entered herself seemed to dead set on leaving again, her feet faltered a bit.
That was before a cry tore through the woods.
Fear immediately struck her, who was in trouble? It was still daylight.
To assure herself of that fact she cast a glance up at the sky before another terrified scream tore her away from that and almost forced her to run in that direction. If it was one of the village...
Making her was towards it she noticed one of the Elders Widow Weaver cry as two of the Devildogs of the Farlanders tore and dragged her away by her leg. The woman cried out for help, but this seemed to only make the dogs more aggressive.
They were a monsterbreed from the City. They were bred to deal with the creatures, but these two seemed far more interested in people. Having nothing but her wooden staff, she put the basket hopefully out of sight and reach from the beasts. Then she swallowed, gathered all her courage and tightened her grip on the staff.
"I must be insane..." She uttered before she ran at them and whacked one on his head while screaming to get lost.
It earned her their anger. Before the Elderly woman could offer any thanks the two dogs focussed on Selene.
Slowly being driven backwards, her staff was the only thing that stood between them. Bared bloody fangs flashed and she could almost see the murderous red radiate from their eyes.
Panic and Adrenaline fought for control within her as she tried to keep calm and focussed.
One lunged at her, to force an opening, before the other jumped up and went for her throat. Through the sheer speed and force of the attack her staff broke as she had tried to bat it aside and she fell, immediately followed by the pain of the fangs that sunk into her flesh.
Through sheer luck she had brought her arms up and that had been her rather painful rescue. The first dog had latched onto her upperarm and started dragging her, whilst the other had sunk its teeth in her leg, shaking her violently.

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One of the local farmers ran up with a rifle, but all he managed to do was fumble the clip and drop it to the ground.
Malcom quickly picked up the clip and blatantly ripped the rifle free from the farmer, and loaded the clip in.
He took aim, and fired, the bullet tore through the dog that had her by the leg, it let out a loud yip, releasing Selene momentarily.
Malcom fired again, this time the bullet sunk deep into the dog's left eye.
The ex soldier dropped to one knee, took aim, but couldn't get a clear shot.
"Fuck!"
He jumped to his feet and ran over to them, grabbing the barrel of the rifle, he swung it like a bat *whack*
The butt of the rifle connected with the dog's head, knocking him loose from Selene, but now the dog has turned to face Malcom.
It leaps at his throat, and Malcom swings the rifle again with all his might.
*Crack*
He wasn't sure if the cracking sound was the rifle or the dog, or both, lucklily for him, it was both.
Malcom had broken the rifle and the mutt's neck on impact.
"You broke my gun." Said the farmer.
Malcom knealt beside Selene, "Hold on, it's over now. "
He turned his head at the farmer who was holding the broken rifle, "I've had this rifle for fifty years, and now...."
"Fuck the rifle old man, get a damn doctor now!" Malcom ordered.

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Widow Weaver came limping towards them.
She tore the sleeves of her own shirt off and tore those in makeshift strips, before she started wrapping up Selene's wounds, so the bloodflow would be stopped.
"Go to doctor Bentley in the village...He'll be able to help her." The grayhaired woman said nodding kindly to Malcom. "I thank you young stranger, we owe you our lives." She spoke before nodding at Selene.
"I'll send William over to watch your siblings..." Maggie started before Selene interrupted her.
"No...the flock, let him take the flock in before dark." Maggie nodded at Selene's own suggestion before she scolded the other farmer.
"Oh Donald I'm sure the Carvers will be able to fix it up and otherwise I'll hand you that old monster of mine if you're so separate for one." She said as she limped onwards.
"Maggie, you can't be walking like that back to the village. I'll go and get the mule." Donald said leaving the others to their business.
Selene was crying and whimpering in pain, as blood stained her clothes and feeling nauseous escaping from her rather fatal fate.
Still more worried for his clothing, she protested somewhat.
"I'll be fine, I probably can walk..." She protested trying to stand up, but sink ban down immediately as her body flared with pain.
"You'd best carry her, we can't risk anything else showing up and taking us by surprise." Maggie suggested to Malcom.

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"Give me the rifle."
Donald looked at Malcom, "What fer, ya dun broke it."
"The stock is broken, but it can still shoot, i might need it again." replied Malcom.
Donald handed the broken rifle to him, "Fifty years"
"Do what?" Malcom asked.
"I didn't say anything mister." Donald replied as he went to get the cart.
Malcom stuck the rifle between his belt and trousers, before cradling Selene in his arms.
"Maybe, I need to give you a bath now. " chuckled Malcom.
He carried her to the doctor's house, but of course he wasnt there.
Selene suggested that he might be in the village center, but Malcom insisted that they stay here.
He kicked open the door of the doctor's home, and carried Selene over the threshhold and laid her on the Doc's bed.
"I'll see if i can find some bandages or a first aid kit."
Malcom neatly tore the place apart looking for what he needed.
"This will sting a lot, bite down on this."
He placed part of a leather strap between her teeth, before pouring peroxide and rubbing alcohol on her wounds.

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Her cheeks flashed red at his remark, as he carried her all the way to the village.
Sadly the doctor wasn't in, but that didn't stop Malcom from busting down the door, to which Selene could barely believe her eyes.
Outside the commotion had started and some had gone to inform and fetch the doctor.
As he placed her the doctor's bed Selene could barely get two words in.
"Malcom calm down, he'll be here in a few moments I'm sure..." Before she watched him tear up the house for supplies.
She was about to protest even louder when he placed the strip of leather in her mouth to bite on, making her realize he wasn't going to wait.
As the fluid was poured over her wounds she could barely hold still.
"WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON HERE!" Doctor Faustly spoke as he hurried inside, finding the pair. His spectacles fogged up from the running he had just done.
"I suggest you step aside lad. No offense, but as the young lady is part of the village I do not want to see her care butchered up." He said as he made his way towards them and regarded the would with a careful eye and shook his head at him.
"Devildogs?" He asked looking rather concerned about something.
"Next time clean the wound first." Was his stern yet fatherly reply, before turning to Selene speaking in a much softer tone.
"My dear this will need stitches. So I will need you to be brave and keep looking and holding his hand." He suggested, before he shifted and told the man to sit on the otherside of the bed and keep her occupied.
Doctor Faustly opened up a drawer looking around for his steriled set of needles and some thread.
Selene grabbed hold of Malcoms hand trying to not look at what the doctor was about to do.
Still it hurt like hell, she squeezed into Malcom's hand looking at him with pleading eyes, but knowing she had to allow the doctor to do his job.
The leg seemed less drastic, and only required two small stitches. Her arm however held more than 10.
He bandaged them up with clean wraps and told Selene to take it easy for a while. She would need to rest and recover and got a salve for the pain and itching as well as a tea to sleep better.
"There you go my dear, now I suggest your friend borrows a mule from Jeremiah unless he intends to carry you all the way back to Ramsley Farm." He said with a teasing smile, before turning to Malcom.
"Next time, I'd prefer if you didn't tear up the place like a hurricane, but instead look with a bit more care. Some of the bottles contain hard to get ingredients that are a hard to replace." He said as he took his glasses off to clean them with his hankerchief.
"Lady Weaver will be needing your assistance too, doctor. She got attacked too." Selene told him worriedly.
"Not another...I wonder if they simply escaped their Farlander masters. It is all most troubling. First the Millerboy, then you and now you tell me poor Maggie Weaver was attacked as well? I shall have to inform the other Elders of this. We might need to set a watch upon the border again." The doctor stated before he dismissed them and suggested they should head home.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance:

STands at five foot eleven and is a thin but toned build. Breasts usually are bound due to the d cup she sports and the back issues that come with a thin frame supporting large breasts. Graced with a metabolism from the gods, her horrendous eating habits haven't really impacted her body negatively.

Nationality: American

Favourite Gundam Series:
Iron Blooded Orphans. The insanity of the suits in the series plus how much it scales combat down from long range engagements to the shorter more personal melee weapons. (That being said, she isn't afraid to engage in long range combat.)

Personality:
Rather happy an individual and always looking at the positives in life. Her soft spot is people teasing her about being a blonde or having a large pair of breasts, leading to one part the reason of having a tendency to bind them. When she is teased and pressed, a grudge forms, one that she holds personal and doesn't let go of until she get's an apology. While not cocky, the girl is definitely certain of her abilities and tends to take pride in them.

History:

Raised to a good household, middle class and a decent upbringing by two nerdy parents, Jessica found interests scattered about. Developing fast in middle school, she was the subject of awkward teasing. This got her into a couple fights and she took up learning kickboxing to help vent the anger. Not against others, but training regardless to be able to physically remove her violent side. It was early frshman year in highschool that she actually got into building models of gundam, having been watching the series since she was young. The girl always resisted model building earlier due to her active side and thinking they were silly. However, getting into gunpla fighting gave her another outlet instead of exclusively kickboxing. This let her immerse herself more fully into the nerd culture she was hesitant about publicly embracing. The girl began to go to cons and took shit from nobody.

Cosplaying at conventions and publicly fighting helped boost her self esteem despite the usual bullshit drama from highschool. She made enough of a name of herself locally to climb the ranks and head to Neilson academy in her senior year, giving the middle fingers to her school as she walked out. Another Interesting note is that the girl never really had to practice, she built a woundwort with custom paint and just began doing well, stopping for nothing.

Gunpla Info
unit name: Woundwort
scale:1/144

weapons

Vulcan Guns
These head mounted shell firing weapons have a high-rate of fire, but have little power and are generally ineffective against mobile suits; however, the vulcan gun can damage lightly armored areas such as the sensors. These weapons are ideal for shooting down small, fast moving, lightly armored targets such as missiles or small vehicles.
Long Beam Rifle/Claw
Weaponry attached to the Composite Shield Booster. The claw contains a beam emitter that can be connected to a long rifle barrel.

Special Equipment & Features
Sub-Arm Unit
A folding sub-arm unit attached to the waist section.
Composite Shield Booster
A multifunctional shield that can be used as both a long beam rifle and a claw for melee combat. It also includes a targeting sensor and an I-field Generator, and can function as a winch unit.
I-Field Generator
An I-Field Generator attached to the Composite Shield Booster. It is capable of bending any beam, and thus defends against beam weapons.

[User]
Cassandra snerked a little when this new staff member shut the fight down before it could start, and she couldn't help but smile when he told them a Gunpla battle should never be about attacking some one personally.

Another staff member said that due to tampering they where still trying to figure out the next stage of this, and in the mean time they where getting a free kit. One that can not be changed for any reason, so she figured it was going to be part of the classes.

Once the lady stopped talking, and motioned to where they were to go to get there free kit. Cassandra just got up, and headed over, looking around the wide selection of kits. Nothing really caught her eye off the bat so she just ended up browsing a bit.

Then she spotted the RX-0. The RG of it no less. She picked up the box and looked it over a bit. At first she was going to put it back down, didn't really need another kit with a super mode, then something flashed in her mind. Something her mom said about it once.

'The Unicorn Gundam, is one of the few units, far as I'm concerned with the most untapped potential, and no one seems to be even trying to see what it is fully capable of.'

"The Beast of Possibility eh? Sure. Why not." Said to her self as she turned to the counter to make her choice official.

[Assistant] Justin's eyes swept over the kits once he set down the Cherudim SAGA after he had heard that they were getting a free kit. "Hmm, now what should I choose?" he thought as he continued to look over the kits, "Ah ha! The Duel Assault Shroud! I can do something with that! I think I could modify it a bit to allow for Striker Packs, including one I've been designing." After thinking a bit more, he went up and grabbed the Duel Assault Shroud and brought it back to his table before getting back to work on the Cherudim SAGA.

[User]
Following after Justin and Cassandra, Kanoko left her materials at the seating area, stepping into the next room that the lab assistant had pointed out. Upon entering, she was floored with walls of Gunpla, different grades in 1/144 and of so many different kits that it seemed endless. Her eyes followed her two fellow applicants as they gathered their kits, a Duel Gundam with the full assault shroud and a real-grade Unicorn Gundam.

She had plenty of UC kits, heck she brought two to the exams. What would she pick? After all, members here already had Iron-Blood Orphans kits. What could she do to be even slightly different?

As her gaze crossed the walls of gunpla, something strange piqued her interest. It was a kit from a side story, and a grunt suit to boot. Moving close to its slot in the shelves, she tenderly pulled it out to look at it.

A GN-X Superba. An advanced, high-spec version of the original GN-X and GN-XII used by the Earth Sphere Federation in Gundam 00. This one was dark blue instead, navy with some black and grey, but its visage called to her.

She rarely had a heart for grunt suits unless they were particularly endearing. This one simply clicked, like her fingers were itching to tear it open and start cutting the parts from their sprues.

"I'll...take it. I'll be the odd duck out this time."

[Assistant] Jessica grumbled, but heeded the warning. She pulled her unit off the base and took a seat back in the crowd, wanting to show off her skills. Upon hearing the announcement of the next suit, the girl decided to grab a flauros. "Not going to let gimmicks end me." she said to herself, taking the kit.

[User] Sachi sighed the scientist had a fair point everyone was entitled to their own deal and as a result she would not let it get to her. With that in mind she headed out going into the room the one person gestured to a free kit was something she wont turn down. The room was filled with kits and honestly she saw which each person chose due to being the last one in the room. Despite everything she did not have a clear idea one side she was leaning towards the ibo ryusei go though on that same thought the zaku warrior was also a alluring choice. Despite the indecision Sachi quickly grabbed the gunner zaku warrior and set aside the ryusei go if anything she would get one later.

[Assistant]
Cassandra just returned to her seat and started unboxing her kit and going over the parts there in.

Once she confirmed all was in order she flipped a couple pages into the instructions and started building the waist unit, from there, chest and upper arms since you needed attach the arms to finish the chest anyway, then legs, head, lower arms and weapons.

As she worked on the Gundam, she found her self sighing in annoyance with just how complex it was for a 1/144 scale. She knew RGs had way more to them then an HG, but all the components for the transformation was a little irksome to her, especially in the shoulder armor when she had to partly disassemble it due to a piece not being in the right spot for the transformation like she thought she'd had it originally.

But she kept at it and complexity a side it was a more interesting build then she usually partook in. Since she was mostly a 'battler' then a 'builder' she typically just stuck to HGs since those had less going on and thus easier and quicker to repair and get back into the fight.

Ease of repair is pretty much the whole reason she picked Bael to begin with, even though it ended up growing on her very quickly.

[User] Right as she was about to start on the zaku Sachi looked at it and changed her mind. No this wasnt what she should be doing rather going with things she liked and wanted to use. Yes that was what she should do with a clear thought in mind she placed back the graze and in its place she took out a zaku the rg zaku to be exact. It was a iconic suit in gundam almost as iconic as the original gundam. This was her choice yes she could work greatly with this one. Sitting back down again she opened up the box and set to work taking her time to not care about anything else but to enjoy building a gunpla of a suit she loved. This zaku was a good choice and no one would see it coming.

[Assistant]
"If anything, y'might wanna see if you can't grab frame replacement parts for the RG. RG frames are sturdy themselves, although the connections may not always be, but trying to make replacement parts or repairing them is a pain. I...er...snapped quite a few frames when I started out building them and always had to order extra until I refined my techniques. Still, if we're gonna be battling, it'd definitely be my recommendation," Kanoko noted, watching as Cassandra started to build her RG RX-0.

It was perhaps needless, as the RG frame for the RX-0 was incredibly sturdy, so much so that there were very few others that she owned that could compare. Perhaps some minor lubricant to ease up the friction, but even still, that was almost a non-issue. Cracking open the Superbia box, her green eyes marveled at the plastic inside.

The Superbia was a newer kit, and as such had some redesigned framing. She knew from some experience that the older 00 kits had weird joints, but she had done her best to craft some herself, which had improved the articulation immensely. Still, the GN-X Superbia seemed to have all the right points of poseability to her, and so she cut open the runner bags, beginning her build process. "This must be part of the newer GN-XIV runners they've got put out. It's a lot nicer than the first ones..."

[User] Justin finished up the repairs to his Cherudim SAGA, snapped the armor pieces back on, then went to work on the Duel Assault Shroud. "This Gunpla seems fairly solid." he thought as he put together the beam rifle and other weapons first. After finishing up the weapons systems, he started working on the Duel itself, his thoughts turning first to the suit's background, then to what modifications he would make when he got the chance.

[Assistant] Cassandra Smirked as Kanoko related her experience with RG frames, and her breaking them. "Yeah, I donno why they need to be so bloody tight. Feel like I might break something just trying to loosen the joints up enough to be useful" Cassandra replied as she continued her build. "That said, not to worried about it. Mom taught me how to build." She added, pointing to her mothers display. She resembled her mother to much to hide it, not that she'd want to.

[User] Finishing the frame, Jessica stared at the relatively unarmored Ibo frame and at the ranged weapons. Ideas formed in her head, but she shook it. This suit needed something special to it. she could hear it calling to her, but this wasn't the suit she needed. From memory, she had one suit left to be chosen. She needed something different for the coming moments. Woundwort was a very flexible suit with minimal armaments. The girl needed something she could get comfortable in. Walking back up to the carts; Jess stood there for a few minutes, listening and staring at each suit, she grabbed an efreet schneid, feeling this was the suit she needed as it called to her most. Returning to the table in relative silence, she began to work on it.

[Assistant] Sachi worked in relative silence as she built her zaku everyone had something but nothing basics. A zaku was a basic as it got with that said she quietly worked on her chosen kit. It was quiet as people worked on their chosen kit it was clear that people was focused on the thing though around the time everyone was finished the same person as before popped in. "We have finished your review process and decided on a course of action if you would follow me we can get you guys ready for the next step so this way please.

[User]
"Wait, that's your mother's?! I feel like I might be out of my league here, heeeeeh..." Kanoko blanched, a nervous smile spreading across her face as she continued to work on the Superbia. It was expected that the kids of some of the most prominent fighters would become fighters themselves, but she didn't think that the mother would be so renown as to have her gunpla interred in an exhibit! Snapping the legs together to clear her thoughts and calm her nerves, she looked back up at Cassandra, remembering the Unicorn's stiff joints. "Oh, right! I think I have something for that..."

The carrot-topped girl quickly rifled through her gear, checking the cases for what she was looking for before neatly putting them away. Opening up a small box full of miscellaneous supplies, she took out a tube of what looked like oil, handing it over to her. "Here, put just a drop in the shoulder joints. It'll loosen them up just enough so that they can move easily, but won't ruin their posability. After all, you don't want floppy joints mid-battle."

Hearing the person walk in as she finished her GN-X Superbia, Hiling Care's special unit, she picked up her gunpla, following after the assistant. "Oooh, why am I getting a bad feeling?"

[Assistant] The girl had finished the schneid, straight built with panel lining and some minor detailing and loved it. Curiously though, it was weird to see that they were going to do something else as well,but also wondered how many things she would need to do before she was accepted. Failing really wasn't an option. Getting up with her kit, Jess followed the instructor to wherever they were going.