[System]
Alice's android body was designed to closely resemble a human, the engineers believing that a human-like appearence would allow her to better connect with her human partners. A mechanical body is hidden under a human exterior, which resembles a young woman in her early twenties of Latin American descent, with dark, glittering eyes and black short-cut hair. And groomed to be a pilot, Alice almost constantly wears her pilot suit, even sometimes with her helmet, whether she's in her MAS or not.
Age: 1
Gender: Female
Callsign/Codename: Alice is referred to simply as her designated name "Alice", though some may informally call her "Ally"
Kills: 47
Psychological Analysis: Being an AI, Alice isn't really a normal girl. Being conditioned precisely for combat, she is passive, quiet, and generally obedient to her superiors, though due to her synthetic nature, she is naive in social situations. Even after a year of being part of a team, she still has troubles understanding others, and a tendency to act awkwardly outside of enacting orders. Despite this, Alice has begun to grow, showing a somewhat sweet and amiable, if a tad sarcastic, side to herself, and usually finds herself doing her own thing off the battlefield. Logically as an AI, she is very intelligent, and she even enjoys learning new information. She is somewhat of a jack-of-all-trades, being capable in a number of skills and areas of knowledge.

Another notable trait is Alice's temper. Inside of her is a deep-seated anger that she doesn't quite understand, but possibly may be a glitch in the programming of her emotions. She finds herself very quickly frustrated by failure, among other things, and it fuels a drive, an "itch" for aggression and physical violence. In warfare, this shows in her brutal, even slightly impulsive style of fighting. While being on the battlefield seems to work as an outlet for her anger, at times she feels concerned about this and feelings of anxiety whenever she hasn't been given orders to follow. She even wonders about her own selfhood and whether if she is nothing more than an attack dog to be sicced on enemies, or maybe something more.
Military Record: Alice officially emerged almost two years prior, and was "raised" as part of an experiment to develop an efficient android to pilot a specially designed MAS. Ever since she could remember, she was exploring the art and science of warfare, from history, strategy, the ins-and-outs of MAS technology. After being introduced to her distinct mechanical body and adjusting to sentience and kinesthetics of a physical form, her preparations continued and she trained in many forms of martial arts and the piloting of her MAS. Eventually, it was determined she was fully prepared for duty, and assigned to the 7th MAS team of the 101st Legion.

Over the course of a year, she excelled in active service. She promptly began racking up her killcount, and in a matter of months has very nearly earned her Ace. Very quickly Alice has begun to prove the experiment a success as she's become a functioning part of her team.
Equipment: A .45 caliber service pistol, and of course all the physical benefits of an advanced android shell.
Appearance:

Designation: SOL-110-EX Eagle MkIV SOC. Because of it's rabbit-like appearance, some have taken to calling it the "White Rabbit"
Role: Short to mid-range assault, also serves as a designator via network interface with the Lincoln
Chassis: Light
Engine: Tri-Core Engine - 15 PWR
Operating Time: 6 Hours
Description: The SOL-110 was developed alongside Alice, specifically for her use. And much like her, It is an efficient, formidable and versatile machine. Originally designed with power and speed for the front-lines as a mid-range shock troop, Alice proves it functions just as well at short range despite the limitations of a light chassis. However regardless of it's design and Alice's skill, it is still fundamentally a light MAS, and thus lacks hard defense against strong enemies.
Systems:
M10-EX "Scorpion" Experimental Modular Rifle - EKP 5WT 5PWR - A unique rifle built with two different "modes" that can be switched between the two when the situation demands it. The first mode is a default machine gun that fires average ammo suited for close-range. For mid-range combat, the barrel extends and the gun fires heavier rounds semi-automatically to deal more damage at higher distances, but at a slower rate. Additionally, Alice has had it modified by attaching the blade of an enemy MAS's abandoned alloy combat knife as a makeshift bayonet. The short-range ammo magazines hold 100 rounds, and the mid-range ammo magazines hold 50 rounds each.

Dual Shoulder Mounted Missile Launchers - Missile Launcher 3WT 2PWR - Two single-barrel mid-range rocket launchers mounted on both shoulders, holding five missiles each. These launchers each fire a single missile at a time, though the power and speed of the missile makes up for it's slow rate of fire, with a shot from both launchers being able to destroy an enemy AS

Wrist Mounted Shotguns - Ballistic 1WT - A pair of light shotguns built into each of the Eagle's arms, each carrying 32 slug magazines. Most notably, they can be cocked via motion, such as Alice pumping the Eagle's arms, or beating it's fists against each other.

Shield Class 2 - 5WT 5PWR - While the Eagle's shields are no match for more equipped adversaries, they at least stand a chance against Coalition mooks.

[User]
Chaos. That one word definitely fitted well with the current situation. Three of the 7th were forced to breach the atmosphere and fall planetside, while the Marauder was disabled. It could be said that the two combat-capable MAS units still flying through the void would McKnight's and her own.

Upon receiving the orders from the Captain, she gunned the throttle, discarding/disconnecting the mangled mess of what was once the alloy shield, she rapidly ran a scan over her MAS. While the shield was more easily replaced, the arm was a bit of a problem. Granted, it's use was really for carrying the shield, although in technicality she could have utilize both mains if she abandoned the shield. However, in the current situation, that just wasn't possible.

Making her way towards an optimal location amongst all the point defense turrets, Yuu couldn't help but to check on the White MAS. It's speed was high, along with its damage potential. Mostly likely equipped with an experimental reactor and Teslas, although extra addons are unknown, but most likely advanced AI of some sort.

Temporarily setting aside her musing, she 'landed' on the hull of the Lincoln, before looking towards the damaged destroyer. Using the Soveriegn as a target designator for a low-power WMG shot, that was something unexpected, and probably earned the Captain praise.

Syncing up the MAS' systems with the Lincoln's, Yuu sent the data over, with the breach in the hull of the destroyer as the target, while collecting the data on the estimated time before the cannon sent the beam of death upon the Coalition destroyer.

[Assistant]
The silence hung over the submerged MAS like a thick cloud. The towing cables snapped on impact sending the MAS floating away like a giant expensive metal brick towards the bottom of the lakebed away from its attempted rescuers. It completely shut down more than a minute ago and all Trapp could notice was the deafening silence. The electric whirr of computer and electronics was absent, the familiar blue afterglow of their screens no longer shining on his face. His ears continued to ring the same shrill tone of the warning alarms that had been blaring constantly moments ago now replaced only with the sound of his own breathing and the sound of his heart slowing down from the adrenalin high badump badump badump. Part of him wondered if he was dead already, he very well could have been with the darkness that engulfed him. Though if he was dead why did it still hurt so much the entire left side of his body consumed in the dull pain that followed after you hit something really hard that isn't supposed to be hit really hard. He pressed a hand against his skull feeling where most of the pain seemed to be originating from and pulled back to feel the familiar texture of blood against his hand. A single deep breath as he slowly pushed himself up from a cramped position flung as far forward as he could in the cockpit of his fallen warrior and back into his seat. He closed his eyes trying to stop the drumming in his head as he listened to the slow trickle of water splash against metal as it slowly entered the cockpit through the cracks and fissures in the sentry's glass.

My name is August Johannes Trapp, I'm thirty five years of age and a pilot in the Imperial Navy. I had recently been reassigned to lead the 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team after the death of their commanding officer. We were ambushed by enemy forces above the planet Jehan and do to a series of unfortunate circumstances I and two other of my team have crashed landed on the planet. As the kids would say I'm totally fucked. He laughed to himself all the facilities seemed to be in order so at least he had that. Opening his eyes he began to feel around in the dark in front of him brushing his hands against familiar controls so he at least could find his bearings. He tried turning on the emergency power but not response came just a rumble from somewhere below him as the reactor tried to switchover but just couldn't find the resolve. Cursing to himself he tried to think of what he did have in the current situation. The emergency release on the cockpit was manually operated but even if he could get it to open he had no idea how far down he was and if there was anyhting lesss than friendly in this lake that would try and kill him before he got out. He couldn't necessarily stay inside the MAS either because either coalition patrols or just the damn water coming in would get to him eventually. As he felt about around the cockpit he eventually found what he was looking for wedged in a small space between the seat and the interior wall , his service pistol having broken off from the straps that kept it locked in tightly to his chair. So there was at least that. But really he was more or less shit out of luck without support. Luckily for him he had two bravely idiotic cohorts that decided to come along for the ride.

Experimentally he tested his in suit commms and the sound of static grinding against his ear never sounding so wonderful. Static at least meant that it was still functional that he still had a lifeline to the outside world. The in suit comms were short ranged used in absolute emergency as the communication suite built into a MAS could provide a much more stable experience and allowed for a greater range of communication that could be selective in its audience through respective channels and the like. The suit comms broadcasted publicly and in a very short radius meaning anybody in his immediate area could pick it up, hopefully that just meant the remnants of his team. He hoped that they were still close enough to hear him as he began to speak out into the darkness throwing his last lifeline out into the unknown. "This is Trapp....Anybody alive out there?"

Anybody alive out there
Alive out there?
Out there?

[User]
Alice took a deep breath, one that was more of an expression of preparation for their imminent crash-landing rather than for any real physiological need for oxygen. War-machines don't really need to breath after all. It seemed like they were falling even faster than they really were as Jehan's lake came closer, and eventually they finally slammed deep into the water. Thankfully, due to her currently being installed in her MAS, she didn't suffer any discomfort from the force of the impact, though she was certain her primary body had jostled around a bit inside her Eagle. Alice kept her head cool while they began slowly sinking. The first thing she thought to do was run an instant diagnostic of her machine, to check for any damages and how extensive they were. Thankfully most of her systems appeared to be functioning adequately, except for two:

SHOTGUN L - DISABLED

ROCKET LAUNCHER R - N/A

Well shit. This left her with only her Scorpion and a single shotgun, both with limited ammo, for dealing with any Coalition until they're able to return to a UEE ship. They were in hostile territory now, and a trio of UEE mechs falling right out of the sky most likely didn't go unnoticed. There was no telling how much time they had until a search team was sent to investigate. With her diagnostics done, she started to look for her friends, a pair of searchlights on her chest flickering as they began to activate. One needed a couple light taps from a mechanical finger before it turned on, albeit somewhat dimmed. She could see Nishizumi's signal on her sensors, not far from her, but Trapp's signal was absent. His MAS must have shut down after the impact, and she couldn't get any visual confirmation of him either, though she did see some aquatic fauna swim past her machine. A metaphorical and entirely non-existent pit grew in the stomach she didn't have from the increasing worry for the safety of her commander.

"Hunter, this is Alice. Are you alright? I can't find Odin; I think his Sentry shut down…"

After several nerve-wracking minutes she finally heard a crackle from her comms followed by Trapp's voice. A wave of relief filled her as she replied: "Trapp! Me and Hunter are here!" She was able to track him by his comms, finding him sinking down to the lakebed. She quickly raced to him, soon his machine appearing to materialize from the darkness of the lake in her searchlights. A scan revealed a breach in his Sentry's hull, letting water fill the machine's cockpit. She grabbed his arms, urgently trying to pull him up.

"Nishizumi! Trapp is sinking and the Sentry's hull is compromised!"


[System]
* Age: 17
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Without the bracelets
* Personality:
A girl with a cold and strictly-professional front, Manami is extremely hard to approach, thanks to her no-nonsense manner and curt manner of speaking. At school, her entire being seems devoted to upholding the school's regulations to an extreme degree, and her attempts to increase regulations certainly hasn't won her many fans.

Manami can come across as overly critical and rigid in her ways, offering no compromises and demanding one's upmost effort at all times. While this is no doubt less than endearing to her fellow students, Manami won't allow herself to fall behind either; standards she imposes on the other students also apply to herself.

Luckily, Manami isn't a completely humourless alien. Unfortunately, no one must ever know, for her love of justice and order has manifested in a slightly... unexpected hobby. She loves anything and everything Sentai - the colours, the costumes, the poses, the dialogue - absolutely everything about it is wonderful to her, and when she isn't at school or studying, is squeeing over the greatness of whichever Sentai show she's watching at that moment.

Ultimately, Manami is a well-meaning girl, who is willing to play the drill sergeant role if it means her schoolmates can excel. Even if ehr stubborn dedication to the role causes more friction than necessary.
* Skills:
Self defence - While not a martial artist, Manami has been taught some self-defence by her parents.
Athleticism - Another benefit of her upbringing. While not sporty by nature, Manami has plenty of stamina to burn.
* Equipment:
School-Approved Delinquent Notebook - A collection of notes containing various misdemeanours by other students. 'Running in the halls' offences have become too numerous to bother listing by now.
Generic Brand Flip-Phone - It exists for calls and nothing else.
Misc. School Equipment - Whenever it's a school day.
* Soul Arts: Ice Queen - By inserting the Soul Art into her chest, Manami gains control over ice. This is mainly manifested by cloaking her fists with ice to increase the power of punches, or trapping enemies with walls of ice, though her range is currently very small, and the ice she creates shatter rather easily.
* Brief Backstory:
Growing up as the daughter of a foreign army veteran and a local police officer, Manami has had an... interesting childhood. Brought up in an environment of order and discipline, she was a very well-behaved child. Of course, her parents made sure to not be too harsh and provide as much freedom to be a child as possible, but Manami took to their lessons very well, and at their encouragement, took up self-defense lessons.

Her early years in education saw her as more of an introverted bookworm than anything, though she got into an occasional argument with the rowdier kids that managed to rile her up in some way. That said, she was much better at putting on a friendly face back then, and was even spotted laughing once or twice! Although, a lot of her classmates ended up failing or dropping from high school exams, much to her worry.

Once reaching high school, she joined the disciplinary committee, intent on encouraging the students there to not slack off on their studies. Her efforts, both in tackling delinquency and promoting studying, quickly ensured she would be elected the next head of the committee by the end of her first year, for better or worse.

[User]
At the goddess' initial response, Keita held himself back from making the logical comeback—that the program had some inherent flaws in the design or some sort of internal oversight that had resulted in a massive security failure or something of the sort. A lot of shoddily-made programs had that sort of backdoor or accidental problem, and even some larger programs had similar issues in the past (though they were usually patched out soon after they were discovered), so saying as much wasn't particularly wrong by any means. But if letting this girl speak meant drawing out more information (if the apparent detective's questioning was anything to go by), then he was fine with staying quiet for a while longer.

The fact that she had sent the patch out, though, at least answered one of the questions on his mind. The young man still wasn't entirely sure how far he could trust the girl in front of them, but the surreal nature of all these events made it difficult to refute anything at the moment. It sucked, but all he could do for now was...

Wait, if she made the patch, then he could totally get her to explain the dynamics of that godforsaken code! Somehow. Probably. Hopefully?

"...So. USBs, huh? I'm not really sold on the whole 'contact through dreams' thing right now, but I have to ask... Why USBs? Do we just, like... Plug them into our PCs or something? I have a laptop on hand to run whatever's on the—actually, wait, given how crazy this has all been so far, maybe I'd be better off assuming that they aren't just normal USBs, now are they?" he quipped before remembering the groceries on hand. Right.
That was still kind of a problem.

"Hey, uh... Back to my earlier problem. You know we get arrested and fined for shoplifting these days, right? We can't exactly... Uh... 'Help' you if we're stuck in a jail cell, now can we?"

Frankly, that excuse felt like Keita's only way of rectifying the situation at hand... And from having to deal with more problems once this weird mess ended. Ugh.

[Assistant]
Maiko was partially satisfied that they probably maybe weren't kidnapped, but she still couldn't wrap her head around what was happening. The others went on talking, seemingly blithely accepting they were talking to the real Tsukuyomi who was feeding them a story about Strange Gospel and some other wacky nonsense. Were they really supposed to just stop and accept that there was an evil dark tower in a mystical world with "dark creatures" coming out of it? When did dark creatures become a thing? The only thing the "goddess" mentioned that Maiko actually knew about was the "Akashic Record". This was something Maiko had heard about; the notion of a mystical record sitting in an ethereal plane that could be looked into by trained individuals. But that was a Buddhist concept, and they were supposedly talking to Tsukuyomi. Was the pre-Meiji syncretic faith system the true religion after all?

Maiko was called back to reality when they were presented with the case of USBs. Now they were being offered "powers" in the form of computer storage devices? She was starting to wonder if this person was just trying to feed them as much nonsense as possible to see where they would just give up and walk away. Speaking of walking away, Keita once again reminded her of more regular concerns. "You know, I really need to get back to work too..." She added to his line of questioning. Frankly, she'd rather go back to work than keep trying to nut out what the heck was going on here.

[User]
CHIYU SHOUKEI

A crystallised what future?

It wasn't too hard for someone to guess that Chiyu Shoukei was, as of this moment, very much confused. The explanations the girl was giving them were a bit too much for her exhausted brain to comprehend, especially when they were ... trapped on the Moon or something? She didn't know, but they definitely weren't in Kansas anymore or however that movie line went. It all sounded like some weird dream, except she'd pinched herself earlier and her cheeks were still red from that, so there was absolutely no way that was going on. She was 100% standing around in some place with a girl who believed herself to be a god.

Aah, she thought to herself, nodding sagely. This is the point where I'm supposed to be panicking.

Except she wasn't panicking. Because she wasn't in danger or anything. Just ... stuck in some weird place. And if she could believe the girl - Tsukiyomi - then they could go home. And she could just go along with it all, head home, do her homework and fix up all the stuff she needed to do that was important, and brush it off as some sleep-deprived super hallucination or something the next morning if she wasn't able to get some sleep.

A-ha-haha-ha yeah nah.

Infinite library of possibilities? Akasha? Soul Arts? There was this way too much weird for her to just casually forget and pretend didn't happen! Aaargh, this wasn't supposed to be an anime! Her normal, average day-to-day life made sense to her: struggle with buildup of homework, deal with annoying student council things, wonder if the economic crisis would screw her over, lament the lack of boyfriend despite having not even tried to get one, murder, et cetera. It didn't have - wasn't supposed to have - people plonking them down into some dreamscape thing to talk about vaguely metaphysical concepts or something! She closed her eyes and pinched her forehead in frustration, letting out a quiet groan. This wasn't like, anything she was expecting the day to go.

Except it was going that way.

Aaargh.

Okay brain, settle down for a sec ...

No matter how tired her neurons were, she needed them to work a little bit more. Because she was in a weird place, and the important thing was getting an idea of how she could get out of it. So she could go back to her perfectly normal school life and not hang around like a weirdo which she totally wasn't.

Things she could parse:

a) this was weirdo land

b) this dame claims to be a moon god (mental note: donate to local shrine)

c) Strange Gospel is bad stuff and this is probably all its fault??

d) Are Soul Arts -

"-magic powers?" she blurted out. Ack. Shoukei immediately moved to correct herself. "Soul Arts, I mean. These USBs. They're uh, magic?"

And they uh, had magic abilities to ... stop Strange Gospel? She wished her brain worked better. But magic USBs was ... where everything was going? They needed magic USBs to stop the bad things of Strange Gospel? It wasn't something she was very believing in, but was like ... pushing this conversation along the quickest way to get back to normal stuff?

[Assistant]
— Hollow Space —

All at once she took a couple of steps forward and cuffed Keita on the back of the head.

"Nobody goes to jail for a little shoplifting."

Haruko paused for a second, thinking.

"If you get arrested they might kick you out of school though. Then you'd have all the time you need to sort this out."

She mulled over the other things that were said. There was no telling what form these powers might take or what kind of opposition they might have to face.

"So is this an all or nothing deal? I can't see you bringing all of us here if only a few will do."

[User]
As usual, Manami was just barely keeping up with this conversation. Her expression revealed none of the confusion rumbling through her mind as she parsed the information. What alarmed her the most was that any future witnessed became inevitable. Maybe questioning such a thing was silly at this point, but... could that really be true? If... if anything remotely dangerous was seen through the app, that event was going to come to pass, no matter what...?

Tsukuyomi then presented them with... USB drives? The goddess mentioned something about soul arts... was that another app or something installed on the drives? Unfortunately, the device wouldn't be of much use to Manami; all she had was a family PC at home, and nothing that was both portable and USB-compatible. Well, at least not without an adaptor or two. Either way, having to go back home, then make her way back to this space and towards a tower, filled with Tsukuyomi-knows-what, seemed a little bit counter-productive.

Still, it was hard to just flat-out refuse. The surreal situation was doing a good job of preventing the disciplinarian from just outright dismissing the whole situation, but it was still far too difficult to just blindly accept the scenario and agree. Even if it was for the greater good, even Yamada Manami had to pause for a second, here.

As the others asked their questions, Manami eventually stepped towards the little girl, kneeling down slightly. As mad as the situation was, she could at least accept a USB drive, and see what was installed on it? It could be passed on to a professional, or her parents, basically anyone with actual qualifications, and they could deal with this mess.

"May I?" Manami asked, reaching out a hand to take one of the offered USB's.


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

[User]
Raiya followed behind Nemo, but she kept a bit of an awkward distance between them. She was still thinking about the feeling she felt from the mana she took from Nemo. Raiya thought about saying something, bringing up what she felt, but she ended up deciding against that. Every time her mind wandered to that abyssal feeling she felt from Nemo's energy, a shiver would run down her spine. She still had a flask of alcohol in her hand, she took a quick swig from it while she continued to follow behind Nemo. Nemo's spell certainly had worked, that was one boon from this experience. Raiya could feel all of the energy she had absorbed, the little bit she had over-absorbed had quickly faded away, which was good, Raiya didn't want to have to feel that void energy at the top of her mana pool.

 Nemo had reached the hatch to the deck and opened it up, allowing a flow of cool air to rush into the doorway, clearing Raiya's mind for a moment. Let's just finish this mission and get back to the headquarters, Raiya thought to herself.

[Assistant]
Roy was hit by Travis' attacks, his last ditch had failed him. He never thought the untalent would be able to use a magical dash maneuver. The first lightning strike had knocked him unconscious, but the second had finished him off. The strikes coupled with the draft blew him across the deck of the ship until he heavily collided with a metal shipping container. Afterwards he slid back down to the floor and slumped over, dead.

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Nemo stepped back out to the deck and looked around to get his bearings. Not far off he saw the rest of the group, with Roy's body laying on the floor. He walked over to them and got a better look at the body. "See." Nemo said, looking up to Zoey. "I knew he wouldn't be too much trouble for you three." He finished.

Nemo rested his thumbs in his pant pockets before continuing. "With Decker gone that only leaves... one left of Seidon's crew. Lori Mizzen, the sni-" Before Nemo could finish he cut himself short when he heard a loud bang of a gunshot ring out. Nemo quickly cocked his head to the side and outstretched his arm in the direction he heard the shot from, just in time to use his gloved palm to block and absorb a heavy blast of energy. "-per."

"I think it's time to take cover." Nemo announced before dashing away and rolling behind a metal container, narrowly dodging another speeding blast that hit the floor and tore up the sheet metal. Before he hid Nemo was able to get a better look at where the attacks were coming from. At the other end of the ship where the shield generator was he spotted the white glint of a scope perched on top of a high up outpost.

"Anyone have a plan?" Nemo asked from his cover. "Travis, you're the thinker right?"

[User] Zuri walked over to Roy's corpse and spat blood onto it. "See you in the next life, you messed up bastard.." she said as she gazed down at his dead body before turning her attention towards Travis and Nemo. However everyone was rudely interrupted by a sniper bullet. She quickly takes cover behind one of the metal containers closest to her, in the same direction that Nemo was taking cover and waits to see if Travis has a better idea than Zuri just being reckless.

[Assistant]
Raiya walked out to see the dead body of the enemy the three other members of her team had to encounter. "Good job," She said with a bit of a facetious undertone. Raiya did not have much of a ground to stand on when it came to her own encounter with the enemy, but she felt a bit irritated that the smell of ozone from a fresh spell being cast still hung in the air which meant they only just got done with their encounter. She felt like the three of them should have been able to take care of their enemy quickly. But it seemed like it took these guys as much time to get rid of their one encounter while Nemo and Raiya took care of four major magi on the ship.

Raiya would have said more about the issue, but the sniper fire stopped them from any further discussions. The first thing Raiya thought of when Nemo asked for suggestions was to split up on deck. "We should probably all scatter. The more grouped we are, the quicker she can fire. Everyone well versed in barrier spells should pick areas that are more open and uncovered, while those who are not good at casting barrier magic should hide under solid cover. We should keep moving towards the sniper's nest with each shot. Once we get close enough we will enter the sniper's blind spot, and it should be easy from there... This is all assuming the sniper doesn't have any movement spells, though."  Raiya suggested.

[User]
Travis looked over his latest kill, which so happened to be Roy. The witch hunter's luck had apparently run out, all lost in a last-ditch to save his skin. Travis couldn't blame him however for committing to such a brash and futile decision. Had Roy surely given up, what was to say that his current crew wouldn't come after him? Then again, considering the pile of bodies that was beginning to form on the ship, that was perhaps the least of his worries. If he had given up, Travis may have had negotiated a forceful removal of his person from the assaulted vessel and decide his fate against the waves irritated by the looming storm. It probably would have been a better wager that rushing a prepared Scholar.

It was then Nemo and Raiya arrived back at the scene through it appeared Raiya had seen better days. Travis assumed they had encountered just-as-tough resistance but hesitated to ask her, especially her, nor Nemo to even bring up the subject despite his curiosity regarding the matter. Still it was pleasant to hear their congratulations, for what it was worth.

Just has Nemo announced the name last of Siedon's henchman, Lori, did Lori herself respond with a killing shot which was promptly stopped by Nemo. As it so happens, they removed one hunter from play minutes ago just to adopt another one. Great.

Travis scrambled in to cover as fast as he could, already feeling the dreaded circumstance of being stalked once more by a killer. This time however, it would be someone he couldn't see nor anticipate coming. He watched as another shot meant for Nemo crashed into the deck, tearing up the frame work in a small flashy bang; their assailant was definitely not using conventional means to attack them that was for sure. Nemo soon looked to everyone seeking any suggestions on how to deal with the new and now dire threat Lori has firmly exerted.

He had then directed the same inquiry to Travis in what the Untalent would describe as the poorest of words to do so.

"Oh, just because I come up with some cool and fancy ideas, doesn't automatically mean I have a solution for every problem that spontaneously pops up!" Travis protested, sounding surprisingly triggered after Nemo, perhaps unintentionally in the matter, implied he would already have a plan. Nemo wasn't wrong, but then again, the reintroducing threat of death once more likely wasn't helping him.

Raiya dove into her suggestion immediately and offered the idea of dispersing into defensible positions and only advancing after each shot thrown against them. To him the plan was simple and would no doubt spread themselves out and supposedly made them harder to target. However, the proposal didn't fully address if this Lori that was hunting them could whip out any more powerful shots that could make cover or barriers alike inadequate.

There was also the case of how many shots she could fire is succession. Travis figured the follow up shot taken at Nemo only occurred in mere seconds right after the other. Given Lori's likely elevated position, it shouldn't take her very long, seconds actually to pin someone down or kill them with corrected shots.

"Or any larger caliber shots. You did see how long that follow-up took right? Not very long," Travis added, "I gotta ask too; who knows how to create and keep up a defensible barrier?"

"I'll make my case simple. Remember that shade spell I used back in the catacombs? I could generate another one but on a larger scale," he began, "Should be enough to temporarily kill the deck lights and allow us to move unseen. Manalysis will also will be ineffective too so that would keep her from tracking us."

"Only problems though and the most obvious is that the spell can work against us too so I can imagine you can figure out how to address that. Plus the spell won't last very long; a lot less in fact given the size."

[Assistant]
Nemo looked over to Travis. "If all of her shots are magic, then it's likely I could defend us against them with my absorption spell, even if they're designed to penetrate barriers." Nemo replied. Afterwards he spawned a rifle of his own from his inventory, a highly customized vintage bolt action sniper rifle. The most notable change that wasn't solely dedicated to gaudy looks that Nemo had made to the weapon was that the entire barrel had been integrated with a suppressor, increasing the size but not the length.

"It's possible I could try to take a shot at her then as well." Nemo said as he loaded a round in the chamber. "Going lights out wont be much of a problem for someone who can see in the dark." Nemo added as he slung the weapon around his shoulder by the sling. "Usually I'd just try to take out her nest with a spell, but I'd be out in the open for too long to get it off."

Before Nemo could say any more another shot whizzed out from across the ship, growing louder and louder until it collided with Travis' cover, taking a decent sized chunk out of it.

[User] Zoey called down, "I can get the lights, if you can find where she's at. It'd be a simple trick to make her see nothing, much easier than cutting them all at once." She had relocated once again from where she was when Nemo showed up. "But I gotta know where she is. No guess work. And right now, all we got is guess work." She fires a slug off where she thinks the sniper's at and finds new cover.

[Assistant]
Travis never had time to follow up on his suggestion after Nemo had offered his view of the situation. In that brief moment, the midsection of the shipping container that he had adopted as covered violently shuttered as a projectile of concentrated mana bore through it almost effortlessly. Luckily for Travis, the last shot had missed him but not by much. The mere force of the round not only ravaged the container but also managed to launch the Untalent a few feet ahead of him.

Almost shocked from the event, he scrambled to pick himself up though only to dive behind a nearby collection of storage containers and boxes. He was unharmed for the most part though Travis couldn't help but notice and feel the burning sensation across the right flank of his face and body where Lori's shot had nearly grazed. He then took note of the new hole in the deck, sized just about the volume of his waist. The outlining rim of the hole glow a bright red whereas the remains of his former piece of cover emitted fumes of melting metallic substance.

"This is really starting to get old." Travis commented, sounding almost unamused if not annoyed.


[System]
Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Class: Myrmidon

Appearance:

Personality: Seth is quiet and reserved. He prefers to observe than participate, but will speak his mind if necessary.

History: Seth grew up on the way of the sword in Sihala. The most important thing was never the strength of the hit, but the hit landing in the right spot. Finding the weak point and focusing on it. His father taught him in total silence, so quiet has always been a large part of Seth's life. After learning all his father could teach him, he left home (by the suggestion of his father). His mother wasn't a big part of his life, though she chatted much. She traded, polished, and improved armor, so getting some protection before he left wasn't too hard, even though he didn't wear anything heavy it was good enough to protect his vitals. Seth's plan is to travel North. He figures he'll either land in the capital and be a blade for hire or pass through and hunt the creatures in the Northern Forest.

Weapons: Slim Sword

Weapon Rank: Sword D

Skills:

Miscellaneous:

[User] Seth had been on edge since arriving at the Ruins as he'd joined the Army. This nation was pretty important, and Seth learned about history some, at least enough to know about the Golden Age and the destruction of Manakete. This is definitely the test Seth needs for his skills as a swordsman. Always having a hand on his sword, Seth spends most of his time in the training fields, keeping his reaction time up and practicing his unsheathing attack, with it being his slowest attack. He's hardly spoken since arriving and doesn't plan to speak unless he needs to.

[Assistant]
Saya had never been this high up before. It was a little nerve wracking, but also exciting at the same time. The ruins were both eerie and beautiful at the same time. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to be here or not, but your land's ruler asked you to join a joint army, you did. There weren't many Dancers here, so Saya had been assigned to the small force inside the ruins. If something did attack and the ruins did need defending, the troops would need all the moral they could get. Everyone was so quiet. There were a few conversations here and there, but most were listening to the argument going on above.

Saya's hand went to the sword at her waist. She really stood out like a sore thumb up here. Everyone was dressed in some sort of battle gear, whether it was armor or a uniform of some kind, then there was her. Dressed in these fancy, light, loose, garments that were meant to flow when she moved. She was dressed to entertain, not to fight. She couldn't wait to prove to these people that she really could be useful on and off the battlefield. She also couldn't wait to drink them all under the table after they won a fight. Her alcohol tolerance was unnaturally high.

The arguing got louder again and Saya looked up at the ceiling. If this was back home, she would go up there and try and put a stop to the fighting. But here, they were her leaders, and she was nothing but a soldier. What a strange transition. From the single best Dancer in Sihala, to a mere soldier. Once she commanded respect, now she would have to earn it again. This time from all these people. Saya popped up on her toes, keeping the muscles in her legs loose and ready if anything should happen. But like most here, she was hoping this small force wouldn't be needed. At least not in this place.

[User]
Isacc was sitting comfortably on an armchair near his fireplace drinking some nice soothing tea trying to be as lazy as he could today. He soon began to have a small nap and wonder what was going on in the world.

Not too long after having his nap though Isacc felt something smacking him in the face and a voice yelling not to be so lazy on such a nice day. He opened his eye's to see his somewhat pushy maid Nina giving him a somewhat annoyed look.

With a Sigh of defeat Isacc got up changed, grabbed all his gear aswell as his dragonstone and decided he might aswell fly around abit since he found flying just as relaxing as napping.

With that Isacc left his home and went to an area outside the town nobody could see him and went into his dragon and flew up into the air trying to judge what way he had to go and began to head in that direction.

Isacc dived into a near by lake and swam through it to the other side then jumped out spinning around trying to look a little flashy he soon came close to his destination. He began to descend to a quiet empty area where he wouldn't be seen landed and reverted to his human form. He quickly put on his cloak something you'd see a somewhat accomplished tactician wear and walked over to what looked like a base camp.

Isacc soon regretted it though as he immediately heard and argument figured humans and chimera would have nothing better to do. He decided he may aswell try to look for the people in charge so he could ask some question about what's going on here since it looked more like people preparing for war rather then people exploring some ruins...

Isacc decided too look around... Though he quickly noticed A very cute girl wearing dancer clothing and felt an impulse to converse with her...

Putting on a somewhat happy and dopey face Isacc walked upto the girl to introduce himself hoping she wouldn't find someone who wasn't there before just popping up suspicious.

[Assistant]
Matthew had been waiting for the two finish arguing, he'd been asked to be the tactical adviser for the generals. Of course he'd tried to find his teacher, a Grand Master would have been suited to the job yet she had vanished. He'd just finish putting together a plan to please both of them and maybe give him enough time to write in his journal and read up on the ruins.

Finally when he heard the yelling subside he entered the war room. "My lords, I have a solution to your quarrels." Stated the Tactician smiling. "We will gather up some of volunteers and elite soldiers to hunt for the creatures while the main force can fortify. Should the strike fail they can retreat to safety and if they succeed then we can move out more soldiers to continue the hunt with the enemies strength broken." Matthew smiled and gave a bow. "I have detailed troop movements, a list of all recent recruits and soldiers who have advanced skill sets, and your tea and lunch are being brought up. I need to pen a letter, send a runner if have need of me." With that the young genius turned on heel, stopping to spread and out place the lunches of the generals by his reports before swiftly leaving the room.

The young man from Lomitian smiled as he left the room. They would call for him eventually but they would wait to try and make him worry. Generals often disliked Tacticians as they were often the first to question orders. He would to, especially if they were bad orders that got men killed senselessly. Ascending one of the towers he jumped off on to one of the roofs, clambering up to the top he sat back pulling out his journal, quill, and ink. He began to write a letter to his sister, letting her know of how he'd gone from noble, to wandering sell sword, and now a adviser to a large army.

When he'd finished the letter he place everything back into his cloak. Then looked up at the sky, closing his eyes he picture the days when Mankete's flew freely over the mountains and walked these halls. He pictured how foolish and stupid humans must have looked compared to them. How far all the races had come, yet now Manakete's boarded on extinction. He wondered how strong the demons might be if they could destroy a race that powerful, what chance would they stand? Shrugging he sat up and looked out, he wondered if their was anyone worth speaking to among those who had just arrived.

[User]
Although he wasn't entirely happy about it, Lonan had joined the army at his master's insistence. Thankfully, his master had joined as well; however, as a powerful sorcerer, he wasn't always there. This was one of those times. Having been left to his own devices, he had taken a book of the history of the dark arts and settled down in a corner to read. His mage robes had been altered for greater practicality, and his Flux tome sat next to him, ready to be used; all in all, despite his reading, he was probably the dark mage most ready for combat.

Turning a page, Lonan did his best to ignore the others in the army. Some were gossiping, some were arguing, some were keeping to themselves like he was, but the dark mage wanted nothing to do with them. Even if he did, he would have no clue how to go about starting a conversation. One thing he had learned was that very few people were as interested as he and his master were in the theory of dark magic. Best to keep himself separate.

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Niamh was in the army because she had been hired, plain and simple. One thing that amused her, however, was the amount of people who had heard of the Swordlady and were in awe of her. One of the downsides of this, however, was that few were bold enough to speak to her, which led to her current situation: leaning against a wall, sword sheathed, bored out of her mind. If only there was someone to challenge, someone she could test her blade against.

[Assistant] Seth grew bored of attacking fake enemies. He needed a real challenge. Maybe a person. Noticing a bored woman with a sword, Seth sees his opportunity. He hasn't crossed blades with another person since sparring with his father. Clearing his theoat a little from his lack of talking for the past few days, Seth unsheathes his sword, points it in the direction of the lady holding the wall in place, and sinply says "Duel?"

[User] A half-smile quirked one corner of Niamh's lips. "Of course." Straightening, she stepped away from the wall and drew her own blade. "Rules?"

[Assistant]
For a trained spy Urik could be said to be anything but subtle at times. As things were, he was currently jaunting his way through the camps of the allied army, eyes aglaze in wonder and amusement at just how many capable warriors had been gathered. Now, being a spy direct combat was never necessarily a specialty of his though being proficient was something of a requirement. In melee, the trick was really all about getting the upper hand and for Urik this was usually done through some kind of surprise.

For example: some poor fool had just decided that it might be a good idea to test his blade against one of the most fearsome warriors on this side of the continent, Lady Niamh. What Urik was about to do was save this poor fool the embarrassment of a loss. With all the nimble grace that defined his role the thief approached Seth from behind, light footfalls masked by the overpowering sound of rolling carts and conversing soldiers. Just as the man finished his inquiry, "Duel?" the blunted edge of Urik's dagger found his throat, cold steel pressing lightly for a moment, just long enough for the warrior to comprehend the situation, before being withdrawn as the thief clamped a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Sorry friend, if you weren't able to detect me then fighting lady Niamh might not be such a good idea. Besides, wouldn't you rather have a couple of drinks instead of crossing blades needlessly?" The charismatic thief extended his offer to both warriors present, complimenting his words with further action. In a flash his dagger was holstered and replaced with the glinting light of a shining gold piece. A moment later this piece shift, rolled across the backs of his knuckles in a blindly quick motion that, once it finished, seemed to have multiplied the currency, using sleight of hand to turn one gold piece into three. "I'll buy?"

[User]
Saya could literally feel eyes roaming her body. That was one of the bad things about being a Dancer, the outfits attracted a lot of attention. It also attracted a lot of weirdos and perverts. She had lost count of the number of times people had come up to her hoping to get a...private dance, through flattery and mainly trying to get her drunk. It always turned out badly, for them. It even seemed to follow her here, as some unfamiliar figure walked up to her and started to try and strike up a conversation. He used the famous Dancer trick, one of the oldest ones in the book.

Saya plastered a convincing fake smile on her face. She was famous in Sihala, but outside of it she was pretty much unknown. "That's right!" She said in a cheery voice. "I performed just two nights ago at a nearby village, perhaps you saw me there?" A lie of course, and when this Issac guy tried to play off of it, to get closer to her, she would shut him down so fast his head would spin. She hated guys like him, they were definitely the worst part about dancing. She put her hands on her hips and popped one out to the side as she waited for his answer. She couldn't remember seeing this guy before, where had he come from anyway?

Then again, she hadn't been paying attention to every soldier in this place, maybe he had just been hiding or something. Anyway, Saya was definitely suspicious of this Issac guy. Whoever he was. A third voice joined the argument above. Had they finally decided to get a third opinion? Saya wondered who the brave soul was who had gotten between the two woman. She also wondered what they had decided on. Well hopefully they would be told soon. After all, it was their lives that were going to be at risk whatever the two woman decided. It was only fair that they be told.

[Assistant]
Isacc responded to her question to the best of his memory which with 1800 years worth of memories you actually get pretty good at it.

Isacc figured she's more then likely lying about her previous show considering a few factors one being he didn't see many towns on his way here and two Alfred makes an effort to go to all this dancer's performances mostly beacuse Alfred is a massive pervert.

[User] Seth was about to state his rules of engagement when a knife was at his throat. After giving the thief a listen to his words, he states "Not a drinker. But thank you." Returning his attention to the swords-woman, he states his rules of engagement. "Fight until surrender or unable to continue; i.e. disarm or unconscious." He didn't care for dishonorable cuthroats who prey on lack of perception. He would rather duel than sneak up on a possible enemy. His father's code of honor was to blame for this line of thinking, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.


[System]
D A T A
Hometown - Kyoto, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan
Quirk Type - Emitter
Gender - Femme

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Narcissistic
While you might not be able to tell it from first glance, Kayo is circling the drain of full-blown narcissism, obsessed with status and living on praise. Though she expertly projects a facade of a cutesy, sleepy girl, once you get past surface level she is revealed as the cold, calculating young woman she truly is. The picture is completed with her stunted empathy; so convinced is she of her own superiority that empathy for others is massively diminished. It's not completely gone yet, but it's fading all the time.

Obsessive
If Kayo latches on to something that she wants, she wants it to truly belong to her. This can be harmless; she can want something as innocuous as a new pen. It can also be something truly sinister, as she decides that a fellow human being is now hers.

Spiteful
A great deal of Kayo's life has been characterized by being hurt in various ways. The only way she could avoid being completely broken down was to build a shell of pure spite around herself, enough that even a small slight against her could have drastic consequences, and many of her motivations—including being a hero to begin with—find their start in anger and spite.
 | Physical Description
At 155cm (about 5'1"), Kayo stands at a height just slightly shorter than usual (which only helps her, really). Her most noticeable physical trait at first glance is her long curtain of pale green hair, which she takes very, very good care of (it takes her nearly an hour to brush it out in the morning, it's a nightmare). It has the smooth and dry texture of snake scales. Her skin is smooth and fine due to an equal amount of care. She has a narrow face and a sharply pointed chin. Finally we reach her brilliant green eyes, which are slightly off-putting to some people: they glow dimly in low light, and her pupils are narrow and slitted, like a snake's. Surrounding them is a pair of glasses, half-framed with thin black wire.

Though it's not part of her Quirk proper, she additionally has a number of holdovers from her father, a heteromorphic viper mutation. Superficially, there are of course, the eyes. In addition, however, her canine teeth are replaced with needle-sharp fangs half an inch long. Her strangely-textured hair is hydrophobic, taking a fair deal of effort to saturate it at all, and a patch of pale green scales persistently grows on her right cheek. She is also extremely flexible; though she's no contortionist, basically every joint on her body is a double one by nature. And all that is disregarding the unusually small vertebrae of which there are seven extra, giving her vastly improved spinal flexibility. All of this allows her to move around with a great deal of agility and grace.
Personal History
Nigata Kayo did not have an exceptionally good childhood.

It was alright for the first couple years. Her mother—Nigata Kagami, an excellent doctor loved by all—had always been a touch strange, but she was too young to really understand anything about it. Until very early in elementary school, everything was fine. Everything was fine. And then her Quirk manifested itself just slightly later than normal. And it manifested itself while she was playing with her mother.

She doesn't remember a whole lot of this time, but she does remember her mother grunting in surprise and pain and then looking at her with sudden malice. And from then on, her childhood grew harder.

Her mother dropped the act, revealing herself as the raging narcissist that she was. Someone who only became a doctor for the accolades and praise. Someone who only acted nice because it made people love her. And somebody who had a minor and pedestrian Quirk to adjust her own pain tolerance. Because of her Quirk, Kayo's did very little to her. But now she knew that her daughter's Quirk was more powerful than her own. And she took offense. She became a monster to her daughter. She ignored her. She psychologically tormented her. When she was bad, she forced her to look in a mirror and use her own Quirk on herself until she was a screaming, crying wreck (mirrors still terrify her to this day). And yet, when she was good—when she did what was expected of her, hid her Quirk, hid her eyes, stayed out of sight, and gave her mother the attention she craved—she was doted on. It was...confusing. Disorienting. And the back-and-forth pull of validation and torment began to break her down completely. So it's not a stretch to imagine that Kayo began to pull inwards, and give herself the ego that her mother no longer did.

This was only aggravated in school, where she would occasionally accidentally use her Quirk on other kids. And though she apologized profusely, they began to avoid her or even call her a villain, all but one. And so, the only way for her to rationalize it and preserve the ego that she was beginning to build up for herself was to assert: they're all dumb. They're all dumb idiots. And to make it worse, as her Quirk began to build in power more and more, pain stopped repulsing her. Instead, causing pain began to...intrigue her.

All of these factors conspired to forge her into an obsessive narcissist who, additionally, was very fascinated by pain. And when she was a little way into middle school, these all combined to give her a horrible fixation on a classmate who she grew absolutely obsessed with. And when she fixed him with her eyes, when she caused that terrible pain, she felt a thrill like nothing else. Though she managed to escape her obsession, it still bubbled just under the surface, waiting for a new target. Crushing it down as best she could, she decided something then and there.

If her mom was that jealous of her Quirk, then what would insult her more than becoming a hero?
Character Arc
As a character, Kayo is an exploration on inversions.

She initially goes to IA out of spite for her mother, but eventually really, truly wants to become a hero. She starts her character arc with manipulation and obsession, and ends it with contrition and redemption. Rather than the character course of someone who wants to become a hero, aims straight for that goal and then perhaps dips down onto a dark place and becomes a villain, she is a character who starts on that dark path towards villainy, but manages to pull herself out of that doom spiral and become somebody that she can legitimately be proud of.

And so, her character development over time is just that. The obsessive pit that she digs herself down into is not only a low point for everyone else around her, but a low point for her own health, safety, and sanity. The way that she crawls out of that pit—the challenges she faces in order to get there, the people that she's hurt that she needs to hopefully make amends to—is where the great majority of her character will be, and I'm very excited to see it.
Quirk Description
Kayo is so toxic that even looking at her can be dangerous.

Her Quirk Venom Eyes can be activated any time she makes direct eye contact with somebody, directly tapping into the target's nervous system—specifically the pain receptors. With a pulse of a sickly yellow glow from her snakelike eyes, she can dial them up or down, causing either a searing, full-body pain or a deadening numbness, though she's significantly better at using the pain than she is the numbness.

There are a few limits on this power. Since it requires direct eye contact, it has a limited range, and is almost completely useless, at least at the start, on people who either hide their eyes, don't have eyes to hide, can't use their eyes, or have no nerves to aggravate. Each pulse from her Venom Eyes additionally accrues a brief cooldown period where her optic nerves need to rest from the sudden stimulation. |

[User]
MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫

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Location — Ishin Academy Gates
Interacting — @Mcmolly

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It was a little surprising to hear that Saika had also been the victim—but only a little. She seemed outgoing and personable, but almost a little too much so. It was a strange line to walk, being 'normal'. If you were too quiet, too withdrawn, people saw you as gloomy, and unapproachable. If you were too loud, too boisterous, then you were a weirdo, a nuisance that nobody wanted to deal with. And if you were taller than an American at age eight and looked like you crawled up out of Osaka Bay... Well, he had heard more than enough of what people thought of him, even if they only dared to whisper it when they thought he couldn't hear, for fear of what he or his sister would end up doing to them had they the boldness to speak what they thought.

At least she had a friend. It was always good to have at least one person you could lean on, even if it was another pariah. He was glad that Saika had that much in her life, and hopefully, she'd manage to make more friends at Ishin than enemies. That had been his intention, from the moment he filled out his application and sent it off with the mail.

It went without saying, therefore, that Saika's implication that they were friends near enough sent him to the moon. Had he not stuffed an entire Quarter Drowner into his toothy maw in the moments leading up to her declaration, he likely would've grinned like a fool. They were both spared that terrifying indignity by his hurried chewing, and then swallowing. By the time he had finished the sandwich, he found himself too embarrassed to offer up much.

"Y-Yeah, that's a good way to uh, to think of it," He muttered as he hastily unwrapped another, "I'm glad ya think that."

Worried he might manage to make things awkward, he stuffed the second hefty burger between his jaws, munching away as their trek brought them to the gates of Ishin. He hadn't intended to get his first glimpse of the prestigious academy that, until recently, had been his idol's personal stomping ground with a mouthful fo cheeseburger. But... given the situation that had led him to that point, he couldn't say he minded. His gnashing lasted a few additional seconds, and he wiped at the corner of his mouth with a napkin before piping up a second time.

"I'm, err... I'm not sure. I'm kinda nervous, if I'm honest," He admitted, his huge fingers curling into the paper of his WcDenji's bag, as if it provided him some semblance of comfort, "But it's too late to turn back now. And I uh, don't think I can make small waves, even if I tried."

[Assistant]
Location: Outside Ishin Academy, Sapporo

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"Its only the opening ceremony. It's not like they are gonna kill us on the first day."

Ishin Academy was a tough school. A tough top school. Honoka had heard all of the whispers about it, but she wasn't entirely convinced it was the living hell that it was described as.

"But I'm not worrying about it too much. Like, why should I?" She uttered as a friendly gesture while she finished the last of the still mostly-hot ramen from the container before tossing it behind her without looking.

The carton landed square into the open trash can that was a few feet away behind her. It probably looked impressive, which really, was the intention. After all, she had practiced the same exact maneuver back home in her village a billion times. Honoka did a lot of silly things like that back home that got her laughed at, but she was hoping all the cool traits she picked up would have a benefit at this new school far away from everything she knew.

"I'm Honoka." She finally said, introducing herself like a movie character. "Hidaka Honoka."

[User]
Wow, was this girl ever fishy. Not suspicious, but literally fishy. Like a fish.

Kayo hadn't realized it when she'd just caught a quick glimpse of her through the pushy crowd, but looking at her up close? Scales, weird looking eyes, sharp teeth, frills on her neck, those catfish whisker thingies, plus everything was GLOWING—she really was the whole nine yards for someone who didn't look it at a distance. Though, she seemed not to understand why Kayo was talking to her. Just...overall confused. Which fit perfectly with Kayo's picture of her; she would be confused over something simple, wouldn't she?

"I'm a first year too, though?"

Kayo twitched. Just a little bit. The faintest movement in her right eyebrow.

For just a moment, the crowd all around them faded into the background as her mind played catch-up. The fish girl was in her class year? Her class year. Really. And in assuming she was an upperclassman because of her height, she'd—actually, you know what? No, she hadn't made a mistake, obviously. It still worked out just fine the end. Though she'd gone into things thinking that she was making nice with an upperclassman, that might even work in her favor. The sweet pitched-up voice, the perfect smile on her face; the cute image that she'd become so practiced at swaddling herself in was starting to weave itself together now, and having this girl be witness to such a 'mistake' from Kayo would only make things smoother.

Opening her mouth to form a faux apology—and to ask the silly fish girl to introduce herself, seriously, what?—Kayo was interrupted and blindsided by what had to be one of the most ridiculous things she'd ever seen. What kind of lunatic introduced himself by jumping off a building? Still. As much as she absolutely gawked for the first moment, she'd pulled herself together enough by the time he landed—nearly running into her, good lord—she mustered up an excited, if quiet, clap. "That was amazing!"

Then this ridiculous flashlight of a person introduced himself, and it took a great deal of her considerable well of patience and tolerance not to burst out in mean-spirited laughter. Justice? He's calling himself JUSTICE? What kind of moron—how did he even get into this school like that? None of it showed on her face, of course. She was about to respond when she realized he wasn't finished yet, and had asked a question of them. And for just a moment she felt her heart sink. He's in MY CLASS?

Immediately followed up, of course, with a happy smile and an "Oh wow, we're in the same class!" Didn't quite manage to call him by that name. It'd take a minute for her to work up to actually calling someone Justice. What a joke.


[System]
Age: 19
Height: 5'8
Weight: 155 lbs.
Occupation: undergraduate law student; part-time restaurant employee
Power: short foresight/premonition
Personality: James is a dedicated, persistent student of law, complementing his clear-cut view of fairness and justice. He is fiercely argumentative, bossy, and self-confident. He spends much of his time away from the classroom studying and micromanaging the apartment shared with his two best friends; one of whom he works with at a sub shop. He rarely uses his powers, the only applications of which he has discovered being cheating.
Appearance: goo.gl/images/CRzZJt

[User]
Alice smiled as she watched hamsters running around in their glass container. She looked around to make sure she wasn't being watched.
"you guys are so silly" she whispered and tried not to laugh as they looked at her. "Well excuse us for being cute and cheap entertainment for you!"

Alice laughed before looking up at a guy that has been in the same spot for at least 30 minutes, thankfully her shift was almost over. Alice looked down at the furry little friends one last time before going to the cash register to check the time.

Alice sighed as she looked at the clock to see it was time for her to leave, she waved at her boss letting him know she was leaving then walked out.

Alice spotted the guy from the shop get into a black van, she made note of it then went to unlock her bike. While she unlocked her bike she didn't see the black van block the alleyway she was in or see them get out of the van, she then felt two needles stick into her back then a surge of electrical shock. Alice fell down paralyzed feeling her body twitch and she couldn't do anything, she was starting to panic and tried to move.

Black boots came into her view then she felt her hands getting cuffed she started to panic more and was starting to wonder what was happening.

"Alice Goodwill you are under arrest for mutant activity."

[Assistant]
James took a towel from underneath the counter, walking up to the front window to clean it. He saw a black van blocking the alleyway down the street, but didn't think anything of it, wiping the dust from the windowsill and returning behind the cold counter as a customer walked inside.

"Good afternoon, sir. What can I get started for you?" he chimed pleasantly, bearing a slightly bored expression.

He got a flash of the black van in his vision, and his heart jolted. Glancing out the window again nervously, he silently hoped that it was just an overreaction from anxiety.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" he looked back up at the sharply-dressed man.

"I said I'll have a number 5 please. 6 inch. Lot on your mind, son?" the man joked, to which James didn't respond.

[User]
Alice sat in the back of the van while they asked her questions waiting on one of there men to get back.

"Look Alice let's make this easy for you, just tell us your mutant power so we don't have to hurt you and do this the hard way."

Alice kept silent and kept her head down not wanting to look at the man. She heard the man sigh before feeling a fist hitting her face knocking her down to the ground.

"the hard way it is then, get her up and hold her while I get the needle ready."

She felt hands roughly grab her and hold her right as she tried to fight back, she felt a needle go into her arm then come out.

Alice watched as they took some of her blood and put it into a little bag that looked like it would test for drugs, they sealed it up and begin smashing the chemical together to get a deep blue color.

"congrats boys we have a mutant on our hands!" they started to cheer when the car door opened and a man got in.

We might have another mutant on our hand's boys lets take her back and come spy on the other one."

[Assistant]
Just as James got down to the register to banish the man back outside, he leaned forward on the counter.

"We know that you know. Just give us the admission of guilt and we can do this the nice, easy way."

James looked up over the screen, giving him a mildly disgusted look. "Do you plan to intimidate every person under the age of twenty-five just to meet your quota? I happen to know my rights, sir, as a non-mutant citizen, and they include refusing business to unlawful accusers, including on the grounds of unwarranted bullying and harassment. Is that what you're trying to accomplish?"

"I'm going to need to speak to your manager," the man retorted coolly.

"Sorry, sir, but she's on break. I will gladly give you the phone number for our corporate office so that you may file a complaint." James tore off a piece of blank receipt paper and wrote down a phone number. "Now, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

As James reached over the short counter, the man latched onto his wrist, hard.

"Actually, you'll be coming with me."

[User]
Alice sat in silence while they waited for another van to arrive for one someone else. After it was confirmed that Alice was a mutant they tried to get her to tell them her power but she wouldn't talk. They pulled out Tasers and zapped her a few times trying to get her to talk but so far she kept her mouth shut.

Alice got zapped again and she grunted the hunched over trying to catch her breath.
"Come on Alice just give us what we want so we can get you to your new home."

Alice felt her heart beating fast as she sat there trying to catch her breath, she kept her head down looking at the floor then saw a pair of boots in front of her then a rough hand grabbed her hair pulling it back hard making her look up at him. Alice closed her eyes so he couldn't see the fear in her eyes.

"you know Alice being tortured while being interrogated is against the law for humans but you're not human so we can do this all day and it will get worse."

He let go of her hair and moved away to let her think on that.

"Hey! The other van is here let's move."

Alice felt the car start and start to move towards their destination.

[Assistant]
"Show me your federal ID. I have the right to know that you are U.S. government personnel." James shifted on the floor, keeping his balance while the van sped up.

"Unfortunately for you, mister Hughes, possession of said rights is a privilege reserved for non-mutant citizens. Given your suspicious behavior, I have reasonable justification for an arrest based on unlawful concealment of mutant abilities-"

"Actually," he interjected, "such suspicion is not grounded in fact, and should therefore not serve as viable evidence against a person's legal citizenship." He raised his cuffed wrists. "This is an unlawful arrest, and I demand to see your federal ID so that I may record your badge number and file a misconduct report."

"Alright, mister Hughes. I'm going to make this very clear for you." The man jabbed a finger at him, making him flinch. "You have got one more chance to issue your admission of guilt. No blood test, no more repercussions. I have been more than civil with you to this point. Must that change?"

James gave him a blank stare, shaking his head. "I refuse."

The man tossed an agitated look up to the cab, pulling out his hand radio. "Requesting a blood test when we reach our destination. Do you copy, Number One?"


[System]
Age:
27

Physical description:
Ezheia stands at nearly six feet, with a lithe, but solid build. Years of tutelage within the Order of Burning Light has built up slabs of whipcord muscle, as well as a few scars here and there. The side-affects of her Order membership contrast with a well-defined femininity, and natural attractiveness of her facial structure. Her flesh is a warm pale, and eyes a blue-grey. Her dark hair falls sleek over her head, often tied up for practicality. In all, she appears as an authoritative, yet beautiful figure, representing both the militant and humanitarian sides of the Order.

Birthplace:
Scion

Magic User:
Yes

Armor:
Light

Ezheia dons a light coat of blackened plates, over which she wears the furs of a slain monster. Ezheia and a small contingent of the Order had been sent to investigate attacks on border towns, when they discovered the creature. It was the delivery of the killing blow to this creature and subsequent relief of a hamlet that earned her the rank of Decanus. While light, abnormal properties of the material afford her adequate protection.

Stamina Rating:
6/6

Weapon(s):
Ezheia carries a recurve bow and a falchion into battle. Both are finely-crafted, but have no magical properties of their own. Ezheia can, however, utilize magic to amplify the lethality of her arrows, or her blade. Both are embellished with sigils of the Order and have decorative handiwork fashioned from the horns of monsters.

Personality:
Most of Ezheia's life has been spent under the banner of the Order of Burning Light; as a result, she is a highly-disciplined and vigilant individual. Not one to waste words, Ezheia speaks bluntly and to-the-point, giving her an aura of authority. She is dedicated to the Order's cause, and still regards herself as in its debt, after coming to the aid of Scion's Outer Ring when the authority of Scion Prime could not. Ezheia carries herself with confidence befitting of her stature as a Decanus, which inspires both awe and unease from common folk. Ezheia has a reputation for ruthlessness in her hunt for disorder, and if no alternative prevents itself, will sacrifice few to save many. Regardless of her icy appearance, Ezheia has good intentions at heart, and is intent on eradicating the lingering traces of the Cataclysm wherever they are found.

History:
Ezheia's birthplace is Scion Prime's Outer Ring, the residences set aside for the less-privileged denizens of the capital. As such, her upbringing was less than luxurious and her family had to manage with the contention between the outer and inner city. They got by managing an apothecary clinic, providing service primarily to other low-born clients. Ezheia was kept busy lending a hand to her folks, picking up skills along the way.

Fate had other plans for Ezheia, however. Come one night, Ezheia's section of the Outer Ring was besieged by a warband of monsters, rampaging across the country. Scion's lack of a standing military only fueled the destruction, and most of the denizens were left to the mercy, or lack-thereof, of the creatures. Only the intervention of a local chapter of the Order of Burning Light relieved the Outer Ring from the onslaught. Unfortunately, they arrived too late to save Ezheia's immediate family. Between her parents and two younger siblings, only she remained.

The incident only served to drive the inhabitants of Scion Prime and the Outer Ring further apart; the latter accusing the former of ignoring their plight from the safety of the inner city. Outer Ring inhabitants lobbied for the formation of militias to protect against further attacks, taking their safety into their own hands. The Order remained to help the Outer Ring rebuild and tend to the injured. With nothing to gain by remaining in Scion, Ezheia was taken in by the Order.

Ezheia has come a long way since her training and subsequent induction into the Order of Burning Light. Now a Decanus, Ezheia has stationed herself within Armistice, at the Order's headquarters. Though the details have yet to be revealed, Ezheia plans to accompany and safeguard an Azran caravan; one which hopefully will unravel the secrets of magic and bring order to the Catastrophe's chaos. While the Archon and most of the Order's leadership view magical poisoning as a facet they must live with, Ezheia is not content to sit idle while more and more aspirants lose themselves to the affliction.

~EXTRAS~

Motivation:
The circumstances that led to Ezheia's membership within the Order serve as motivation for fighting to protect those who cannot defend themselves. Ezheia refuses to let the fate of her family befall others, if she can help it, and the political neutrality of the Order ensures that anyone can be saved, regardless of social standing. The balance of power in Scion still unnerves her, however, and she is frustrated with her inability to even the gap between the high and low classes.

Significant Relations:
Ezheia has taken orders directly from the Archon of the Order, and so has some degree of familiarity with him/her. She was tutored primarily by a Preceptor by the name of Thaddeus. He still performs his duty, although has lost much of his youth's vigor.

Other: TBD

[User]
Quinn...Just Quinn

Armistice ♦ Eastern Gate ♦ 500 HP
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Oh no. The giant had followed her. She grinned wide as he approached and raised her cup to her lips to allow the grin to falter. By the gods he towered over her. She felt like a child next to him. How tall was he? Taller than the world...Oh..he was talking. She blinked rapidly, trying to keep up with what had been said. And what he said was, well, ridiculous. She couldn't help the snort that pulled tea up into her nasal passages and caused her to cough and choke. Tears sprung to her eyes as the man explained his carniverous horse's appetite. For half a moment, one might think she was scared, but the moment passed and she was all but guffawing. The blatant laughter may well have been in the large man's face were she not so short next to him. She held her side, nearly spilling what was left of her tea.

"Oh, you poor thing. You don't have to try so hard to be intimidating. You're a bloody mountain. No one is going to mess with you."  Quinn reached over to pat the man on the back, but their height difference left her hand far from his shoulder and in a more intimate range in the region of ass and small of back. Her hand paused mid-air and she hastily dropped it, sipping her tea as cover. She glanced sidelong and upward at her chatty companion, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth once more.

He'd asked where she was from. She began to chew at her lip. And then she bought more time by finishing off the last of the tea and gently placing the cup back down, smiling warmly at the man in green who had first offered the drink. Finally, she addressed the question."I'm uh, I'm from Rian. Markovia." Her voice dropped to almost inaudible tones. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and silently thanked the brief distraction of another couple elegant women joining the party. She turned her attention back to the man. "And what about you, Cedar-on-legs?"

[Assistant]
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Senua

Armistice ♦ The Dungeons - > East Gate ♦ 500 HP

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Senua didn't exactly have a long-term goal in mind. She'd been living day-by-day, wandering around, seeing the world ever since her father died back in her hometown of Sorei. But that was quite a while ago, back in her normal days. She was anything but free now. The young lass found herself in Armistice, sitting in a dirty and dingy cell, surrounded by cells of other criminals and degenerates. While she had lost track of the date and time, Senua had not lost her sense of hope and spirit. The result of a job gone wrong, a case where she had been caught between the violent squabbles of two wealthy and influential merchants going against each other, and Senua eventually ending up as the scapegoat for the whole debacle. It seems that when enough money get thrown around, things got settled quickly, as the case closed with her unjust imprisonment. Money does apparently makes the world go around. Her salvation come one day, although she was not so sure if that was for the better.

Guards had came that morning, or was it night? She had no way to tell for there were no windows anywhere in her cell. It was there that she was also told that she would be pardoned only on the condition if she takes up this particular quest the ICC has planned. Senua instantly agreed without hesitation, like a thirsty man at the sight of water. Her reasoning was that no matter how bad the quest was, it couldn't be bad as this dark and humid cell, could it?She had no idea what the ICC saw in her, but she wasn't going to look the gift horse in the mouth. Perhaps all the other previous successful jobs in town had come to fruition after all? Nah, it couldn't be.

Following the guards out of the cell in the dungeons, Senua was brought to a clean, posh-looking room that her dirty and foul-smelling self was terribly out-of-place of. After waiting around for what must have been ten-fifteen minutes, trying her best not to stink up the air as much as she was doing already, she saw a well-dressed man enter with two fingers pinched on his nose. "My goodness, you stink up a horrible stench!" Senua replied rather sheepishly,"Yeah, that happens, when you're unjustly imprisonment without any bath for ages."

The man of whom she did not know the name of then went on to brief her more on what exactly was going on, and what she was required to do from now. Basically, she was to go onto this group which had been assembled by them,(the ICC) to find something about the secrets of magic immortality or some other hogwash. Once the quest has been completed, Senua would regain her freedom. With a quick clap of his hands, he summoned a pair of maids that seemed to come from nowhere to whisk her dirty self for a bath. Oh, the young lass relished the bath indeed. The last time anyone had given her a bath, was a father when she was but still a wee child. And now, there was two!Senua seemed horribly out of place among the opulent and lavish decor and furniture, sitting in the porcelain bathtub that housed the blackened water she was in, as the maids frantically scrub the dirt off her skin and hair. Soon enough, they were done with bathing, and gestured towards a set of neatly washed and pressed clothes that sat next to something incredibly familiar. Still butt-naked, she ran forwards to the recognisable sight to see her armour and her beloved weapons, the only physical keepsakes she had left of her father. She thought them gone, lost for good when she was imprisoned. Reuniting with them felt like a part of her felt whole again.

When her reunion was complete, Senua got dressed quickly and left the room to find two Royal Knights and the same snobby man she had met earlier who informed her that she would be escorted to the city walls, near the gate where the group had been arranged to meet. She followed the trio as they moved and turned, and moved and turned, in the maze they were. Eventually, they broke into open sky, and she realised that it was day after all, and with a lovely sun to boot. Senua raised up a hand, shielding her eyes from the rays of the sun that the lass had not seen for god knows how long. Eventually, they arrived at their destination, as she saw a wide variety of people gathered around in the vicinity, even a rather giant looking guy clad from head-to-toe in plate armour. She also saw the snobby man talking to another of the ICC representative, with several gestures and glances pointed towards her directly. Senua caught the glances the pair gave towards her while they were talking. When the snobby guy was finished, he gave his colleague a firm handshake, before leaving the area entirely.

[User]
Armistice - East Gate - 500/500 HP

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 Ezheia followed the paths of Armistice's streets, the furs of her robe dancing with the wind. She could walk unchallenged in this space; the aura of a Decanus was a mighty thing for the commoners around her to behold. Especially so, that it should be Ezheia in particular: the "Black Denacus," as some had taken to whispering. Ezheia's methods were not without their share of scalpel-precise brutality; all the better to keep dissidents in line and make her job easier. If anything, the lingering traces of the Cataclysm were the real threat to society, and a thief here or cutthroat there was a waste of her efforts. Better to let the Aspirants and Initiates deal with humanity's cesspool. No, Ezheia had much bigger things on her mind today.
 The Decanus reckoned she would miss the operational freedom of her rank, once she became a Venator. It wouldn't be long now, that she knew, and it had been hinted at by her superiors, although never mentioned directly. While the title was welcome, the rank also meant she would be at the Archon's beck and call; no longer could she pursue her own agendas. This venture was one of the last she'd make as Decanus, and she'd elected to see it through, with the last shreds of the autonomy she had. Doubtless, not many within the Order would approve. The Archon and most of the senior leadership had it in their minds that magical poisoning was an inevitable affliction. In nearly two thousand years, a cure had not been found, so that meant it was futile. Yet, Ezheia had witnessed more fellow Aspirants die to the affliction than she cared to recall. If her hunch proved correct, then this expedition could offer a glimmer of hope for the Order. In the off-chance that the poisoning could be negated, and with the opportunity to hunt Cataclysmic horrors across the world, Ezheia could put down two birds with one stone.
 As Ezheia emerged from the corner of the marketplace, her eyes met the East Gate, and a throng of individuals that didn't look like they belonged in the same room. She recognized the armor of a God Eater, adorned by a giant of a man, and to her surprise, an Aspirant clad in the standard-issue robes of the Order. She'd never have thought to see another member here, with the stigma associated with the trip's purpose. She bit her lip as she approached the group. Would having another from the Order help or harm her work? The others gathered around were less noteworthy to the eye; probably folks with nothing to lose, who aimed to turn around their luck. For both her and their sake, Ezheia hoped they knew how to defend themselves.
 "Sister," Ezheia beckoned, nearing the Aspirant. "Why are you here?"