[System]
Hōgan, Foremost General of the Minamoto

Class: Saber

Gender: Female

Attribute: Human

Era: 1159-1189

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: Her flighty childhood days are over, replaced with years of war. However, a child of a tengu will always be a tengu, and thus she remains a playful and friendly individual to those she calls comrade. In war, however, the darker side of her becomes immediately apparent, as she becomes cold and calculating, thinking of her opponents not of "people" but more akin to "numbers she must deal with to achieve her objectives." Inhuman to the very end of her life, but she still loves just like anyone else. In essence, a nice big sister who's a bit off.

Bio:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minamoto_no_Yos…
typemoon.fandom.com/wiki/Rider_(Fate/…

Weapon: Yoshitsune was proficient with all the expected weapons of a samurai, from the bow to the staff to the blade. Thus, she has access to them, but prefers the blade to attack, as befitting of her class.

Parameters:

Strength: D

Endurance: C

Agility: A

Mana: B

Luck: B

Class Skills:

Magic Resistance: B
Yoshitsune's resistance to magecraft and other such miracle working has increased more to more than usual due to her existence as a Saber. As she is at rank B, high thaumaturgy, rituals, and other such advanced magecraft have difficulty affecting her.

Riding: A+
Yoshitsune's ability to ride was quite advanced, due to needing to play the games that tengu children did, and she was quite skilled in riding her own personal mount, Tayuguro. Her personal ability with animals gives her quite the advantage, although dragonkind remains beyond her reach. She is capable of using even Divine Beasts as her mount.

Personal Skills:

War Arts of the Minamoto Tengu: A
The sum tutelage of the highest of the Tengu to Ushiwakamaru, from kyudo to kendo. It served her well throughout all her years, from slaying the demonic spider to defeating the bandit lord when she was but fifteen. However, when she matured and served under her brother Yoritomo, she needed more than just skills for heroic combat. As Yoshitsune, she learned how to properly be a leader of men, to know how wars were waged and not just duels. Together, these skills made her one of, if not the most acclaimed samurai in the Heian period, as they were forged under years of combat experience into something almost beyond humans.

Provides bonus to close-combat power such as swordsmanship, archery and spearmanship, as well as Skills such as Military Tactics and Magic Resistance. It is possible to demonstrate skill at arms that chafes against the Class container system.

Heavenly Child of the Tengu: A

Protection from "something" on Mt. Kurama. A gift from learning under the greatest of the Tengu, honed under years of combat into something more than the sum of its parts. While in any other person, their minds would be twisted by such knowledge, what could such things do to a girl with a mind who was never shaped properly by humanity as a child?

An abnormal channel in the brain that aligns one to an aspect of a war god, a boon (Crest) descending from that principle. Drawing upon this gift, she becomes more "War" than "human," or even "tengu." Perhaps it tapped into her family's patronage of Hachiman, but nevertheless, her skill in war was proven over and over in the breaking of the Taira.

Use of this skill consumes mental energy, rather than magical energy. If it is overused, the qualification of Heroic Spirit may be lost.

Flight of the Swallow: A

Hearkening back into the days when she dueled Benkei and evaded his blows twice, Yoshitsune was always surefooted and quick to move. Her age has not decreased her ability in this, but rather, advanced it beyond measure. Refining her naturally light and swift body with a lifetime of training and experience, she has achieved a level of movement equivalent to the deepest secrets of Shugendou's Tengu Flight. With just the legs of a human, she has achieved the wings of a bird. Put into practice against her older brother's foes, she has leapt from the level of ability achievable from a prodigal warrior into something utterly supernatural.

Noble Phantasms:

Usumidori
Heavenly Blade of the Minamoto

Rank: D
NP Type: Anti-Human (Or so she says)

Range: 1-30

Maximum Number of Targets: 100

Naturally, as a Saber, Yoshitsune has a blade befitting of a legendary samurai of her era. A blade passed down the Minamoto clan for ages, it holds anti-Demonic properties, hearkening back to the days when demons were commonplace throughout the land of the rising sun, when Minamoto-no-Raikou and her legendary four retainers did combat against the monsters of the age such as the oni on Mount Ooe.

While retaining its anti-Demonic properties, as the giant spider learned unfortunately, Yoshitsune wished to be ever swifter, ever stronger, ever more skilled, so that she could server her older brother even better. One by one was ever-so inefficient, so she sought to be able to slay a hundred men in but one slash.

And so, she did. Bringing forth Usumidori's inherent abilities as a demon slaying blade, she releases a sonic attack unconsciously drawing upon her memories of the Tengu fan techniques she witnessed in childhood. In adulthood she has finally achieved her ambition of being able to cut down a hundred men in but one blow. When Yoshitsune fully draws upon her skill to cut, the resulting sword technique produces a spider-slaying vibration that can utterly break down anything it comes into contact with.

[User]
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Canal District - Drifting on the Winds Above

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Like silk on the wind Mirai floated daintily through the skies far above, swaying and swinging this way and that with the sudden gusts with little and less care to their machinations upon her. Down. Down. Slowly but certainly buildings rose up to meet her as she fell with all the gravity of a feather, until she alighted upon the top of an apartment complex and closed her umbrella- as though entirely planned, despite the seeming chaos of the skies.

Still, she was far and away from the battle, too far, and it seemed that it would be over long before she arrived at this rate. Dearest Caster, I applaud your restraint, but mercy is wasted here it seems... Still, I understand full the tax upon your patience enacted by such busywork. These matters are beneath you so allow me to pamper you a a bit more. She spoke wordlessly through the shared connection between them as master and servant- as master and familiar.

It was that same connection that she used now, as her eyes closed and his came into focus. The target of ire was identified readily, and already close to falling despite all of the great sage's mercy. Her course of action was laid out, a path to victory through him, from her, to send this dreadful excuse for a magus to hell.

Her arms freed themselves of the kimono, all six, and like a blur they wove together with speed altogether obscene. A thousand precision crafted parts that approximated six human hands moved with an absolutely inhuman dexterity as signs arcane were expressed through their motion.

"The Eighth Trigram,
The Color Yellow.
An Endless Field,
Between Heaven and Hell,
Where Man Walks Arrogant.
Let their Footsteps Falter,
Let their Legs Fail,
Let their Bones feed the Worms.
Open, Wider!
Become Insatiable.
Chew them to Dust.
Swallow."

The incantation itself was superfluous, as if saying what was already said. A focal aid to guide her hands as the magic they worked pried the very earth beneath Berserker's master open like a great pair of slavering jaws, to swallow her whole before she could even finish her feeble spell. The fact she could barely stand would certainly do her no favors.

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@Player 2@Floodtalon

[Assistant]
Eat your Burger, Honda

Canal District, Arondissement 10, McDonald's

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Lancer was amazed by the sheer strength displayed by his foe. He thought to himself could this be the one he was looking for? Given servant's aura and mannerisms he could surmise this was one of the Berserkers in the game. His skill that allowed him to open a dialogue would be useless here.

Seeing the Berserker step into his guard he quickly hopped back out of her range and swiftly aimed a trio of strikes at her.

He momentarily thought about retreating, but realised that his master would be left to contend with not only Berserker's master but the Berserker itself, which would spell demise for both of them. He had to keep this brute occupied for the time being.

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Meanwhile...

Another Nosey Yank

Basement, Somewhere in the Foreign District...

A fanciful mane with bleach white locks stared pensively at a cauldron before him. He didn't possess much information on any of the other 'competitors' which gave him some unease. No matter, so long as he acted with caution and only took calculated risks he could weather the oncoming storm and new information would be available to him. He waved a hand over his cauldron, dissipating the scrying spell he was using and started to make his way to the first floor of the building he was in. He passed by what looked like a normal statue of an eagle and stepped outside, feeling the cool night air on his skin.

"Come companion, let us survey the battlefield for ourselves..."

He snapped his fingers and the eagle suddenly came to life, flying throught the air and landing on his arm. He smiled and gave the metallic bird a pet, however this construct was not the companion he was calling upon...

@DostHou @floodtalon @King Cosmos

[User]
Wynter Lobos
Montmarte, moving towards the Business District

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Wynter followed Archer as they went through the business district towards the Opera House. As they passed through the open-air markets she spoke up. "... So... What all do you want to do, now that you're alive again? Things have obviously changed quite a bit from your era, plus we're in a totally different country... Oh! What should I call you, anyway? We should probably hide your class and of course your name is a no-go, so..."

[Assistant]
Hero of Patience

Latin District, Northern Edge

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"Have I found anything yet? I've found a glorious city. I've found stout and good-hearted people. I've found buildings reminiscent of my own time, unlike the rectangles of smooth stone and steel which the Grail informed me of."

A robust man materialized for a moment on a rooftop, his eyes scanning the surrounding terrain, and lingering for a spell on the tower that functioned as a beautiful sort of centrepiece for Paris. He conferred with his Master, who had elected to manage operations from her workshop, using their shared mental link.

"But no, I've not found any Servants or Masters yet if that's what you mean."

It irked this man that his orders forbade him from engaging in combat. Were that not the case, he could have simply let loose the full measure of his presence as a Servant and allowed some interesting person to come to him. Of course, Cleo was only being logical and playing her cards carefully. As her Servant, he wouldn't actually move against her wishes.

Still, this man was no Assassin. His presence could be minimized to a point, but not concealed from those in his vicinity. It wouldn't align with his Master's desires, but an excited smile crept for a moment onto the hero's face. If he was attacked by someone too quick to escape from, he would have to defend himself. It wouldn't do for him to get killed without fighting back, or for Cleo to spend a command seal to get him out of trouble.

Besides, observing the skills of fellow heroes was certainly no sour job or waste of time.

"Don't worry. The night is still young, and I can cover a fair bit of ground. Reconnaissance isn't one of the things I'm renowned for, but have faith in this hero to carry out anything you command, Master."

The man began to dematerialize, leaving a disturbance in the air like the slight pressure on a lake from a twig or insect that hasn't quite broken the surface tension. The last part to vanish was a head with an enthusiastic grin. A war of this size was sure to hold its share of joys and surprises for Ogier the Dane.

Cosmos

[User]
In Combat With Assassin==>En Route Back to Base

My, my, how arrogant of her opponent to presume to lecture her using her own voice.

A true samurai need not seek their own self-satisfaction, but rather, pursue the interests of their lord. What a weak accusation, for the threat was gone save for a few nuisances, and that achieved Yoshitsune's goals.

Mm, perhaps her opponent was a sore loser?

She blew through the practically harmless traps, her sheer speed and the winds at her command easily clearing the shrapnel and smoke, and her sword flicked once, two heads separated from their bodies.

Efficiency was key, after all.

Yoshitsune picked her Master up, and leapt high, going at a slow enough speed to not harm her master, guarding her with winds just in case, and launched her way towards a deserted area near enough to an entrance to the catacombs to walk to, but not give away their destination so easily.

"I rather think you've had a little too much excitement tonight, Master. If it's not too presumptuous, I'd like to suggest scouting a bit more with your abilities before going out at night again personally," Saber spoke lightly. "Also, you look rather shaky on your feet, so you really quite ought to rest a bit. Wouldn't do to burn out on the first night on this conflict!"


[System]
Former faction: Decepticons
Role: Engineer/medic

Normal Appearance:

Do not let her streamlined looks fool you - that only means that her weapons are protected in retractable pods. Nightscream stands about 9 meters tall. Her 'helmet' has a retractable visor that covers the entirety of her face when deployed and serves as a HUD.

Alternate form:
Cybertronian jet. As the word 'stealth' is not even in her vocabulary, Nightscream was against hiding on the human world from the get-go, not wanting to 'downgrade' to any human design. Her vehicle mode has the length of about 6 meters and top speed in atmosphere of about Mach 6. As usual with Cybertronian strikecraft, she is fully spaceworthy.

Weapons and tools:
2x retractable blades (Forearms) - Only available in robot mode. A last ditch weapons for when somebody manages to get too close to her.
4x energy blaster (Wings/Wrist pods) - The basic cannons. Not really powerful unless the target is hit with several shots, but with high rate of fire and good energy efficiency.
2x null ray (Hull mounts/Shoulder pods) - High-power weapons that can disable target's electronics (or nervous system) in a single shot and permanently fry it in few, depending on the target's size. The downside is the reload which can take from 60 seconds to five minutes, depending on how much power is Nightscream directing to her other systems.
2x Fusion bomb (Bomb bay) - Only available in vehicle mode. Nightscream's cargo bay can either hold 2 guided glider bombs or minicons/capsule transformers.
Disruptor field (Minicon/Cyber key/...) - When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes.

Personality:
Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

History:
Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she is vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:
- She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream most of the time stays out of a fight or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
- Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
- Voice actor: Alix Wilton Regan
- Theme: Jinki Extend OST, 18 - Game Kaishi
Name: Nightscream

Former faction: Decepticons

Role: Engineer / Medic / Mad Scientist

Normal Appearance:

When choosing an Earth form, Nightscream was hard pressed to keep her body's power consumption low enough. Thus she chose to make her actual body rather small for the day-to-day things and capable of powerlinking with additional parts attachable to her vehicle mode in a larger, more armored and armed Brute mode. In this form she is almost universally grey and silver with purple and yellow accents. Unlike her cybertronian form that was designed to work in labs, Nightscream's Earth form is bulkier and more armored and also capable of flight in a proto form. Her face has a deployable visor and faceplate.
(Same shape as Armada Jetfire)

Brute Mode:

Nightscream can combine with the unused parts of her alternate mode that take the shape of the boosters and external tank. Her main body collapses it's limbs to form attachment points of the larger limbs and additional armor made out of the disassembled ET. The boosters split in half, the bottom transforming into shoulder mounted cannons while the top transforms into a new set of arms ended in a heavy-duty three arm grapples for hands. In this form she is mostly purple with yellow accents and grey cannons and arms

Alternate form:

The space shuttle. Still not a proponent of stealth, Nightscream kept her usual color scheme. The main body of the shuttle is mostly grey, connected to a purple tank and grey set of boosters. The alt-mode is capable of functioning without the parts that form Nightscream's Brute Mode, sacrificing thrust power for increased agility.

Weapons and tools:

Plasma blaster (Protoform): A gun firing plasma bolts. Trades in rate of fire for heavier hit.
Shield (Protoform): A simple bit of heavy armor that serves as a shield.
2x Missiles (All modes): Wing mounted missiles. Nightscream can swap the warheads if she has alternatives available, but usually she will keep one armed with high explosive and another with an EMP warhead.
4x Energy blaster (Vehicle mode): The standard ranged weapon of choice mounted in the leading edge of the wings. Low energy consumption and damage, high rate of fire. Nightscream has the habit of cycling the barrels on her weapons, virtually quadrupling her rate of fire.
2x Rocket blaster (Brute mode): Monstrous cannons capable of bringing down buildings. They require several seconds of charge before firing and five minutes to cool down and consume unhealthy amount of energon, but one or two hits is all it takes to bring down even larger transformers or to disable a key system on a spaceship.
Null field (Minicon/Cyber Key/...): When connected to a strong power source, Nightscream gainst the ability to generate an energy barrier around herself that protects her from harm for 60 seconds of continuous fire before it overheats and needs to cool down for 2 minutes. She can expand the field's volume at the cost of its longevity.
Laserbeak: Nightscream took possession of Soundwave's deployer for the time being. He can launch out of her cargo bay in vehicle mode or chest in her protoform. She is unable to deploy laserbeak in Brute mode.

Personality:

Nightscream is not a very pleasant fellow, having her own ideas about how to do things. Her loyalties lie first and foremost with herself and her own well being, followed by other Seekers, her mentor Soundwave and then maybe some greater causes. As far as decepticons go, she was loyal to Soundwave who has been her mentor and master since the beginning, but despised Megatron and Starscream for being incompetent. She is often indifferent to the actual battle between the 'Cons and the 'Bots, only on the 'Con team because she doesn't feel like dying for the greater good.

In combat however, she is relentless. Wherever she goes, loud booms follow, as she doesn't believe in stealth, only in raw power. She can focus to the point of the world becoming nonexistent save for her objective, making her very determined, sometimes downright stubborn. Nightscream had an idea of forming a splinter faction within the decepticons, hoping to gain independence from them and the war.

That was before Cybertron was abandoned by both of its leaders, leaving her to realize her plans without any disturbance from a high pitched voice commander demanding her to join air patrols and waste her precious time and intelligence.

Her projects came to be used in a different manner than she intended, having to give up her prototype chassis to extend the life of one of her new 'comrades' and in the wake of the threat of Megatronus, she is willing to enter the battle if it means liberating her brother from his grasp and making sure his influence will never extend to Cybertron.

History:

Nightscream is a veteran, being an engineer long before Lord Megatron rose to power and serving the decepticons as one and also as field medic and air trooper for decades. Even from the beginning she chose to side with them more from wanting to be on the winning team rather than having the same ideology, always working on her own agenda. Thus she managed to survive to present day.

Nightscream welcomed Megatron's departure as the war seemed to quiet down. With the uncertainty of survival, she remained vigilant and on edge, trying to take over of as much of the decepticon intelligence network to get her eyes and ears everywhere she can so she could put her plan to motion. She started gathering followers that could help her find an alternate source of energy for their planet that would render them independent on supplies sent by those that left.

Extras and additional information:

* She is a combat engineer. As such, Nightscream stays out of a fight most of the time or participates indirectly, however she will intervene if she thinks her skills are needed or the situation is rather dire.
* Nightscream has a weird interest in Human culture and is especially fond of the movies.
* Voice actor: Lexa Doig
* Theme

Relations with other characters:

* Prsim: Nightscream is neutral to the autobot, often amused by her at times naive and always straightforward approach to things, usually involving explosives or other causes of heavy damage. Suffice to say the seeker know whom to call upon if there is a building block that offends her. She enjoys schooling the younger autobot with mean and harsh devices, but does it in fact out of the goodness of hešr spark, trying to expand her ways of thinking.
* Turbulence: She approves of him being in the autobot minority to actually use a flight capable alternate mode, as well as being amazed at his internal design. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't look like she would be able to perform experiments on him any time soon.
* Sklog: Having invested lot of her research resources into the former dinobot turned something greater than a predacon, Nightscream is interested in seeing if Sklog's mind would be able to make use of the newfound processing capability and to what potential he can bring her invention. She does harbor some personal bond to the other decepticon, what with seeing him through his reincarnation.
* Cyclonus: Primus! And I thought I was the relic of an old era here!
* Blackarachnia: Ah, my favorite toy. Too bad it got infested and had to be burned.
* Soundwave: Despite bonding to the point of referring to each other as siblings, one look will identify Nightscream as a seeker when the second will identify Soundwave as anything but, disproving the theory of them being related. Their bond goes just as deep though.
* Trine: Nightscream did not share the names of her trine, whether they are still alive or what faction they fight for.

[User]
With the four of them all introduced to one another, including Sklog, who Prism was surprised spoke at all, now was the time to actually form a plan. Nightscream had suggested going to Kaon first, rather than exploring Iacon. If Prism was going to be honest with herself, she believed that it was a better idea. She couldn't remember the last time that she had actually ventured further than the corridor leading to the hangar. If Nightscream had maps and inventory lists of what was stored in Kaon like she said, then it would be much more profitable to go there first before exploring Iacon. Not to mention that Turbulance needed to be fixed up if he was going to be a lasting member of the group.

"I say we go with Nightscream's idea. We head to Kaon, see what we can pick up there, and maybe even set up a base of operations there. With maps and lists, we'll have more information of what's there compared to the information about what's in Iacon, which at the moment is almost nothing as far as I know." She looked to Turbulence. "You can ride on my back, if you need to. I'm not sure how well your wings are going to hold up if you keep using them."

[Assistant]
"I guess Kaon shouldn't be too bad. I remember working as a transporter there few million years ago before...Well, yeah." Turbulence decided not to finish his reminiscence in favor of not sounding pretentious or risking bringing up bad blood. Though aside from the gladiator pits, the place was at the very least tolerable in the aspect of being industrial centered; however he could not recall if the Decepticons had made the city's architecture "pointier" than it originally been.

After Prism made her offer to carry Turbulence, assumingly in alt mode, he quickly referred to his readouts where were kind enough to assault him with an endless barrage of updates and notices. His Transformation Cog for the moment was stable and cooled but there was apparent damage to it and much more to Turbulence's own vehicle form to the point where he was no longer considered air-worthy. Suffice to say, he was grounded. Probably should have taken up the triple-changer offer when he had the chance.

"I think I can transform without breaking anything more. Hopefully. But I'm definitely not going to be going anywhere...So...Pickup would be appreciated."

[User]
"Ahhh, if only Prime and Megatron could get along so nice." Nightscream grinned, clapping her hands in satisfaction. So far so good. "Iacon can wait - as an autobot fortress, no doubt powerful artifacts would be hidden here, but survival takes priority at the moment. I'll attach coordinates to my lab to your beacon - if anyone else finds it, they can follow us there." she said and sent the coordinated to the three cybertronians around as well before fiddling with the machine. It was crude, but that was to be expected of something built by a demolitions specialist. They tended to break stuff, not make it.

A short while later the message was altered and Nightscream jumped to the air, switching to jet mode. "Kaon's defences have already been deactivated to conserve power, but I'll have to open the gates to allow you ground-bound folk to actually get in. Everyone in need of imminent repairs head to my lab, I'll send locations of several warehouses to the rest of you. Once we can be sure we'll last long enough, we can talk plans." she transmitted before blasting off, going ahead to prepare her medical gear and gather the information.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Boar Faunas

Equipment:

Annabeth - A massive Weapon with the combined traits of multiple heavy weapons, packing as much firepower that could be carried by Gren. The main component is an eleven barrel Gatling Gun capable of spewing out a storm of bullets to fill the air with lead. Attached below of the main barrels is a Rocket Launcher loaded using a revolver mechanism, allowing six rockets to be shot before it needs reloading. And next to that is a flame thrower that defaults to a napalm base substance, however it can be augmented with dust crystals to give different or enhanced effects.

In addition to the ranged capabilities of Annabeth, she's equipped with what appears to be a large Axe underneath the main guns. However with a simple trigger pull, the axe comes to life and reveal that it's actually a chainsaw. While in its chainsaw mode, dust can be used to empower Annabeth's strikes.

Hunter Armor - Gren often dons what appears to be a simple yet heavy suit of alloyed steel armor to protect him from harm even should his aura go down. However there's more to the suit than meets the eye: Located on the calves, back, chest, shoulders, and thighs are powerful rocket thrusters. These thrusters assist Gren's mobility, allowing him to mentally command them to push his body in directions he needs to go that he normally could not move quickly enough on his own. They give enough force to give him substantial speed in short bursts, allowing him to dodge attacks in split seconds. Additionally, as these thrusters are highly effective engines, they are also equally powerful weapons for any for who's too close to the various ports located around Gren's armor. He can adjust the direction and output of each port as needed.

Cybernetics - Gren is almost entirely cybernetic, with only parts of his brain, his liver, spinal cord, and heart being organic. And even those parts are further augmented or reinforced with cybernetics. The rest of Gren's body utilizes bulky but powerful synthetic muscles with an armored and padded skeletal frame to further increase Gren's natural toughness. In addition to a more durable frame Gren has gadgets built into his head to provide a variety of utility.

Gren has the ability to perceive perfectly on darkness, emulating his original darkvision. He is also capable of utilizing an OS entirely in his mind, allowing him to emulate the functions of a cell phone and personal computer without additional hardware. He can access the internet, make phone calls, bring up a GPS, write word documents, watch videos, and even record up to eighty hours worth of images and sounds.

Specialty: Gren is a tough guy, but he's more of a meat shield than a bonefide tank. He draws fire from foes by being the biggest and easiest threat to hit (Though perhaps not to damage), as well as ensuring that his foes cannot escape from him. Gren's primarily role is the heavy weapon specialist, dropping a payload of fire and death upon tough enemies and fortified structures in order to complete the mission. Gren is capable of one-on-one combat, however do expect a lot of collateral damage regardless how easy or difficult the fight becomes.

Semblance:

Friction - Malakaus can control the level of Friction he's putting onto an object or objects that touch him. This allows him to do such things as slide across rough terrain, walk on walls and water, and more importantly, keep himself rooted when he's using his weapon. He can extend his Friction to other thing's he's touching to an extent.

He also capable of imparting a set Friction level to objects or targets he touches even if they leave his range, however this effect only lasts for five minutes. Afterwards they resume their original Friction levels.

Personality: While his weapon makes him seem rather blood thirsty and he likes a good fight, Gren has learned to not try to violently kill everything and found new hobbies, like picking up his mother's interest in flowers and herbalism and cooking. Because sometimes Gren get's hungry, and he likes to eat tasty things. Gren see's himself as a sort of protector/apex predator who reserves the right to enforce his authority on others, but worries about people's well-being first and his authority second. He can get very sadden when he thinks that he did something wrong, or simply didn't do something enough. He cares about things under his protection a lot, even when they don't need his protection or what his concern. In a fight he can lose himself easily and once he gets going he's hard to stop. He likes tinkering and has a natural ability to put together ramshackle machinery that by all rights shouldn't be working. Gren has a problem dealing with authority however; as previously mentioned he has a tendency to throw his own weight around even if he isn't the one in charge. While he can follow directions easy enough, he's just as capable of taking over an operation without even considering how it would undermine the efforts of everyone else involved.

Color: A vibrant verdant color like that you'd see in a grassy field one summer's day.

Emblem: Like his surname, Gren's emblem is an orchid. The petals appear more axe-shaped however.

Appearance:

[User]
Delta Snow - Airship Docks

Delta's blank gaze scanned over those present. He knew a few, or could vaguely recall a vowel of their names from conversations he unconsciously overheard. He could already feel an agitated aura emanating from one certain individual with cerulean locks. If memory served him right, which it usually did, her name was Sapphire. It didn't take an einstein to piece two and two together concerning the correlation between her hair color and her name, but he wasn't one to criticize names, considering his own. At least, the daggers only but a breath away from another student's neck were giving off an aggressive vibe.

Then Gren managed to step in just in the nick of time before they had a death on their hands, Grane ended up arriving at the wrong time, shortly followed by a person he recognized from lunch, and all the while this was happening, Delta and Cobalt were merely watching. The two quickly exchanged glances, waiting in expectation for how the scene would pan out. "Hey, Delta, got any leftover popcorn?" The familiar asked from the pouch with Delta's scroll grasped between its stubby ligaments, recording the whole entire duboccal with a mischievous grin. It was then did Eve's mouth completely drop at the sight of the conflict growing, and just as quickly becoming extinguished. In a series of deft motions, Ebon was suddenly left suspended in the air, as if he was momentarily given the ability to defy the laws of gravity. And just like that, a student he hadn't even known the name of plummeted out of sight.

It took Delta a few moments to process the events that transpired before his very eyes. His vision of a scholastic institution, albeit in this case a combat oriented one, was a place where peers didn't exactly fling each other off the side of a cliff. He glanced down at Eve, who returned the same gaze of awe, and silently gulped in minute fear. "I guess dad was right… women are scary." The silver-haired boy then found himself shifting in minute increments behind Grane. Kinda ironic how he was seeking refuge behind a closet drunk. But then his posture eased at the mechanical shield gravitating near the cliff's edge, chances are, the student didn't fully go for a dive. But what was he doing behind there?

"Eve. Getting any-" The familiar jumped onto his shoulder without any preceding cue. Its irises were suddenly rimmed with a golden hue, fluently circulating within the eyes. "Yeah. Heat readings. You may not be able to hear him from this distance, but looks like they're not done with their little… dispute." Delta nodded in agreement, locking onto the two students involved. Did they not know where they were? A firefight then began to ensue, leaving a bit of the cliff to give way due to the oncoming fire. After a bit of gunplay, Sapphire took a quick retreat beside Gren. The boy was in the midst of opening his lips when Eve lept into action. The familiar dropped to the ground and paced its way over, taking a stand between the girl and shield.

"Oi, oi! Don't you know where you both are right now?! Do you seriously want to do something that'll detriment both the docks and Gren's party? Calm down!" The squeaky voice didn't really seem all that intimidating, so it wasn't a surefire chance that they would listen. But Eve could at least try to stop the whole situation before it devolved beyond repair. Delta sighed and walked over, slightly shaking his head at Sapphire. "Save this for another time." The boy kept one strap of his hat tightly wrapped around his finger, he glanced at the earth's condition under the shield. The cliff probably wasn't going to hold for much longer, so hopefully the student behind could get a chance to relocate.

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Sepia Russet - Airdocks

"This is no way to behave." Sepia thought, uncharacteristically sullen. "From my own teammate too. The girl looks like one who has a near permanent attitude problem, but I would have thought Ebon would try to diffuse the situation. I guess I just don't really know anyone here." She'd overheard the conversation that had started this mess, though. Something about trusting people, the difference between friends and allies, and family names. The last one stuck out to her. "I wonder what inherited pressure is like. I guess I could have found out myself, but that would mean..." She reached up and touched her faunus ears, then swished her tail out in front of herself thoughtfully. "Bad for business, they say. I understand, but I won't take that risk in hiding them."

Her dog ears flicked as she thought about Shiro's message and she couldn't help but laugh. "He isn't even here." Clearing her throat to make her presence known, Sepia spoke quietly. "I have to agree. Whatever's going on here is between you and whoever your dispute is with. It's probably no one else's business, but it seems like you're trying to make it that way."

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Napoli Fiordilatte - (Wait, Grimm Studies had a Purpose? Time to Help Shiro)

Swimming around in cold water to help out a Faunus you really only met five minutes ago.

Well, it appeared Napoli could check that off his bucket list.

That said, it was rather easy to lose sight of someone that decided the best plan of attack was to go underwater the whole time. Thus Napoli found himself swimming in merely the vague direction he had last seen Shiro resurface. That's when a few interesting events occurred. First off, some weird drones decided to fly around and engage their own little agenda.

People at this school have funnels? And here I thought Gratia was the one with all the hax.

Then something roared and a weapons locker sinned and fell from heaven. Then again, with how freaky this school had been, perhaps that was just a typical Monday. Nevertheless a large grin spread across the Sniper's face as he realized it was time for a practical application of his school studies. Adjusting his route towards the newly ascertained direction of his class fellow, Napoli propelled himself forward. Reaching the approximate location rather quickly.

With a quick dive underwater, Napoli was able to make out the blurred image of Shiro and what appeared to be a frog?

God damnit Kermit, you didn't have to start binge eating after the breakup.

Well whatever, the bigger area would just make a shot easier. Leaving his head slightly submerged in order to still see the Grimm, Napoli popped one hand out and fired a series of bullets up in the air before curving them in the direction of the Grimm. It was the same basic water displacement technique he'd employed earlier in the day. Although being in the water this time was new.

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Kuhaku Shiro - Lakebed

He had every intention to fight the Grimm head on alone. He was fully prepared to take a nasty first hit. He realized what a bad situation this was and knew he had no real plan on getting out of it unharmed. Just as he was about to launch himself at the frog-face, a hand grabbed his arm and broke him out of his tunnel-vision focus. Turning his head, his eyes met with the 'other sword-and-board' user. Shiro really was bad with names. The guy pointed with his other hand towards the surface and for a moment, Shiro didn't quite understand. Thinking he maybe meant for Shiro to give up and head back, he shook his head and pointed at the pile of loot. He wasn't about to abandon Sapphire's daggers when they were so close to being recovered. Shooting the guy an angry look, it wasn't until he noticed the displaced trail of what looked like bullets whizzing through the water towards the Amphibian Grimm that Shiro reconsidered taking the guy's advice and resurfacing. Gren did say that they were here to help. Maybe they had some sort of plan? At the very least, once Shiro surfaces he can use his Semblance to give them a better fighting edge.

"Agh! No, I should reserve that for emergencies instead of using it every chance I get!"
He didn't know what to do. He really needed to work on that 'planning' thing more.
Shiro exhaled another bunch of bubbles out of exasperation.
"Fine! I'll bite!"
Shiro turned back to face the black-haired guy and nodded once, jabbing a thumb upwards towards the surface.
Looking at the Grimm and to the pile of loot, he didn't feel good about abandoning it. But, he knew where it was. He could easily return to it.
Kicking off of the lakebed and exhaling continuously as he rose through the waters, Shiro made his way back topside.
Unsure of himself and how to proceed once he made his way back down to face that Grimm.

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"That's enough."

When Sapphire fired her shot at Ebon, Gren jumped forward towards Ebon. But not to attack but, but to save him. Namely by grabbing Ebon by The Kingdom and hurling him away from the cliff. Gren would have had a hard time maintaining his footing if he didn't use his own semblance to keep steady even on the slowly degrading dirt beneath him. "Sapphire, I'm sorry for what I said to you. I shouldn't have talked about it. But you need to control your impulses if attacking someone is how you show distress. And you Ebon, are an ass. I invited you to this party because I figured you could use some friends. And while I still need to earn that title, Sapphire is my friend. If you have something to say about her, you can bring it up with me. And if you keep talking shit about Shiro, I'm going to drown you in the lake." Gren took out the God Eater and used it to gun down Ebon's R-types, in case he thought about using them to continue to shoot at Sapphire.

Gren then aimed the God Eater at Ebon, ready to gun him down if he tries to fight back or use anymore R-Types. "Look at yourself Ebon. Is this what you want? You're alone here. Not even your teammate is going to back you up. Now I'm not saying you can't come with us to the party. But I want you to leave your weapon behind, and leave Sapphire alone." Gren looked at Ebon with cold but caring eyes, as if he was about to pull the plug to his comatose family member. His finger was on The God Eater's trigger, and from the fact it's in the Destruction Form, Gren is either going to riddle him with bullets or light Ebon on fire.


[System]
Nicknames: Liv, Livie

Age: 19

From: North Woolmarket, Mississippi (located about 15 minutes from the Gulf of Mexico)

Appearance:

Weapons: Takedown recurve bow, ax, bowie knife, any gun with ammo she can get her hands on

History: To come in the main story.

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Shawn listed to everything making sure to keep eye contact with her eyes. A lot of what she said made sense As he had come to expect and the fact that she was honest and not into sugar coating the situation was inspiring. He Found himself nodding to most of what she said and her ideas of the future with a few very minor addendum's. As it was late and they had been on a busy couple of days he found his eye lids slightly heavy. His smile stayed on his face. "I think that's a great Idea. I would add that we try and hide the boat as a back up just in case we need to relocate and speaking of I would think that we have a second land home like a RV camper just in case and keep it hidden as well. Keeping the boat and camper with a weeks worth of water and full on fuel. A fire place would be perfect. We could cook and stay warm without having to rely on gas. I'm not sure how munch we might be able to grow other then potatoes in a area with such a short warm period. The main issue is how we go about finding a spot without becoming a target and without loosing the boat as a fall back point. We should sit and spend a day trying to find a spot. Maybe hit a library and grab a few atlases. I have here some water charts but they don't really give the land layout. I don't want to settle on an area and find out its a hill, or not close to a river."

Her next comment froze Shawn like the shower. He was More attentive and leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs. Shawn felt his face get a little red as he spoke. "I reccon I'm not for sure on what to call us. I know my feelings for you are true enough. I would think that we are more then friends. You are dear to me and I do love you. Its more then my girlfriend. Could we be lovers? Simple and pure emotion? I always thought that the term being used just to explain only the physical was kinda trashy. When writers and hallmark use the word love to only describe the emotional connection between two people. You don't say the word love to a relative inferring the physical. So I think that's were I would place my feelings to you when I say that I love you. Its the Emotional connection when I see you or when you smile at me." He got a little redder in the face. "Course I'm not saying that I don't find you attractive, because I do." he looks down at your hand in his and rubs the back of it with his thumb. "I really do."

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Having been alone for so long and being on the move almost constantly, Olivia hadn't really thought of the idea of having an extra spot to stay in case something happened once they settled down in Canada. Shawn's suggestion of finding a camper and hiding the boat was a good one. Olivia agreed readily, glad that he had thought of it when she had not. The idea that they might not be able to grow much was a bit worrisome though, but they could always build a green house. With a greenhouse they could grow fruit and vegetables year round. That was something they were going to have to find though--seeds to grow. Olivia also agreed that they needed to get some maps saying, "I think we should do that soon then. Perhaps take tomorrow to rest, and then go searching the libraries the day after that."

When Shawn began to reflect on her question of what they were to each other, Olivia listened patiently. Lovers. She had kind of thought of that herself. When not meaning just the physical aspect of a relationship, it felt deeper than the terms 'girlfriend' and 'boyfriend'. Olivia had felt a weird saying it aloud, but when Shawn spoke the word it settled into her mind and just seemed right. She smiled happily at his words, her smile changing to a bit of a grin when she saw him blushing. Shawn was simply too cute when he got embarrassed. But then his next words had her blushing. "You're not so bad looking yourself," Olivia teased, giving his hand a squeeze. Standing up with Shawn's hand still in hers, Olivia came to a stop in front of his chair. Taking his other hand in hers she pulled him up and out of his chair. Wrapping her arms around Shawn's shoulders she leaned up on her tip-toes to place a loving kiss on his lips. Breaking away from the kiss, she beamed up at him and said, "Come on, handsome. Let's go get some rest." Taking one of his hands in hers again, Olivia led Shawn into their new bedroom. She crawled into the bed which was now clean and smelled a lot better than before. It was chilly and so Olivia snuggled up close to Shawn, draping her arm across his stomach and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Mmmm, you're nice and warm," Olivia hummed happily as she cuddled up to him.

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The kiss was unexpected but very welcome he couldn't resist kissing her back. As she broke it to lead him to bed he was reeling with her love. He broke the eye contact to look at her more as a woman. A very fine southern woman. He wanted to pick her up and kiss her more to hold her hostage in his arms and exact a ransom of kisses from Olivia. To gaze up at her over him like a vision of heavens grace. As she smiled down at him. His heart beat fast as Shawn's mind raced with possibilities. Closing his eyes within a forced blink he banished the thoughts and felt his hand being lead by Olivia.

Shawn followed like a puppy. If he had a tail it would be knocking stuff over as it waged behind him. Her thin night wear was making impossible to sleep for the first few hours all he could do was wrap his arm around Olivia and stare at the ceiling with a deep pink on his face. He took a deep breath as he laid there on his back whit Olivia against him. Both under the covers on a boat as the water rocked them Shawn kept his hand at her hip. He dared to imaging what might or might not be there under what he could see. With his free hand he pinched his leg hard digging his short nails into his skin. It would bruise but that was ok with him. The pain helped a lot. Eventually he got use to her being so close her sweet smell as he breathed in her hair. Shawn just laid there and softly touched her hand on his stomach. Interlocking the fingers of Shawn's hand with Olivia's the smile stayed on his face eventually he drifted off to sleep.

[Assistant]
Three weeks had passed since Shawn and Olivia moved in together. Winter was in full swing now. The Walkers were frozen solid, the snow was piling up, the days grew colder, and the nights grew longer. Their life together was simple but pleasant. Days were spent working to build up a store of gear and food. Olivia had found a food dehydrator and she started making jerky of whatever she and Shawn could catch. Fish, deer, wild pigs, rabbits. Earlier on they had visited some libraries in order to find maps of Canada and the US to help them on their journey. They also took a few books on survival tips and other subjects that would help them, as well as some novels to enjoy. When not working they would relax and enjoy each others company. They talked about their plans for the future, about their pasts, about the now. They'd sit and read together, had meals together, even played in the snow sometimes. Olivia recalled a snowball fight when she had managed to peg Shawn square in the face. He had chased after her, shouting that he would get his revenge, and when he caught her he shoved a handful of snow into her face. It was cold and fun, and afterwards they went home, curled up with a blanket, and had some hot tea. Olivia had fallen asleep with her head on Shawn's shoulder that night, worn out as she was by their winter fun. Shawn had become an irreplaceable part of Olivia's life. She could no longer imagine what it would be like without him around. Every day their trust grew deeper and her love for him grew stronger.

"I'm going out," Olivia called to Shawn as she pulled her knit hat onto her head and over her ears. "I'll be back as soon as I can, and before I get out of radio range I'll key in. I love you." So saying Olivia wrapped her arms around Shawn's shoulders and gave him a kiss. Then she gathered up her gear and head out. She was headed off to Central Park to do some more hunting.

The city was quiet except for the sounds of Olivia's feet crunching on the new snow that had fallen last night. Already more of the delicate ice crystals were beginning to pile up as she sky let loose its burden. Her breath formed a cloud in front of her face as she breathed out, and the icy wind turned her cheeks red. Olivia tugged on her scarf with one gloved hand to pull it farther up her face. It was cold, and yet it didn't seep into Olivia's bones as the cold back home in Mississippi had always done. Probably because it wasn't so humid. When Olivia neared the point where her radio would no longer be able to reach Shawn's, she stopped to call in. "Alright, love," she said cheerfully over the radio. "I'm about to go out of range. I love you and I'll check in when I get back in range. See you when I get home." She listened for his response, and once they had said their goodbyes she switched off the handset. Olivia pushed farther into the city.

Central Park had become a graveyard of trees. No greenery remained, with the exception of a few perennial pines. The pond was frozen over and buried beneath a layer of snow. Benches and lamp posts served as markers, drawing an invisible line that Olivia did not dare to cross unless she should wander onto the pond only to fall through if the ice was too thin to hold her. Instead she stayed toward the tree line. That was where she needed to be anyway to get the animals. She had laid out several traps in the previous week and she was going about checking them now. If her traps had failed then she would see if she could catch something the old fashioned way--by tracking it down herself. The first three traps were empty with no tracks left in the snow. The fourth one, however... The noose was empty, but the trap had been snapped and there were rabbit tracks in the snow. What really worried Olivia was the fact that there were human footprints there too. At least three pairs at that. It was clear that it was human as it couldn't be Walkers for numerous reasons.

Someone had found one of her traps and they had taken her kill. Who was to say that there weren't more of her traps where she had caught animals, only to have them stolen. It was a dog-eat-dog world now, but Olivia was still pissed off that someone was taking her and Shawn's food. At the same time she realized that she and Shawn were no longer alone in New York. They hadn't seen anyone else these past three weeks, but now here were some signs of human life. They were going to have to be extra careful from now on. In fact, Olivia thought it would be wise to leave now and get back home to tell Shawn about what she had discovered. There could be people nearby at this very moment. She made to stand up from where she had been kneeling in the snow to inspect her trap. That was when Olivia heard the click of a gun's hammer being pulled back. The sound was close in her ear. She could feel the barrel of the gun poking into the back of her head through the padding of her jacket hood.

"Lay your weapons down," a voice commanded. Adult male. At least in his thirties. She looked out of the corner of her eyes. There were two more on either side within her peripheral vision. One had an ax, the other a knife. That was all they seemed to have.

"Now," the man barked when Olivia failed to comply immediately. Slowly she set down her bow and arrows, gun, and bowie knife. "Put your hands behind your head and stand up slowly." Her heart was beating fast, but not in fear. She knew what she had to do.

Quickly Olivia dodged backwards, slipping past the gun to grab hold of the man's arm and yank him forward and off balance. As soon as he began to fall she pulled a knife from her boot--one that she kept hidden and never kept sheathed. She leaped up, swinging the knife as she went, using her momentum to drive it into her attacker's skull. He was dead before he hit the snow. The other two leaped after Olivia, but even as she had killed the gunman she had taken his pistol. Once, twice she shot, sending a bullet boring into each man's head. Then they too fell dead into the snow. They would never arise as Walkers, their brains destroyed either by bullet or blade. Olivia felt no remorse for killing these men. She had seen the look in their eyes. They had known she was a woman and had had plans for her. Well, their plans would do them no good now.

Olivia pat down the bodies of the three men she had just killed and took anything of use they had. The gun, ax, and knife all went into her belt. She took the extra ammo the gunman had, grabbed the lighters and matches they had with them, and took back her rabbit that hat yet to be torn into. Olivia left them there, not caring to dispose of their bodies. She needed to get home and fast. However, she took the time to remain hidden and forced herself to take longer, winding routes on her trek back to the docks. If anyone else had seen her in the park she didn't want to give them an easy time to track her down. As soon as she was in range, Olivia radioed in to Shawn. "There were some complications. I'm coming home now," she muttered into the radio. "Going dark for the moment." Then she shut the handset off again. Soon, however, she was home.

"I'm back," she called out as she pushed her way through the door. Olivia closed it behind her, set her bow against the wall, shrugged off all her gear, and started to take off her jacket that now had fresh blood spatters all over it. Her expression was blank, but there was a bit of a hard look in her eyes. She had been like that the entire way home. However, when Olivia saw Shawn her entire disposition changed. She finally allowed herself to feel the fear that had tried to creep into her mind when she had been cornered by those men and thought her worst nightmares might be repeated. Wasting no time at all, Olivia let her jacket fall to the floor and she ran to Shawn. She threw her arms around his shoulders and pressed her face into his chest as her body trembled against his. Olivia wasn't crying. Not yet. But she was close.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Trepination Blade

Not only will this sword ruin your day with its impossibly sharp edges or if you're-gods forbid-stabbed by it, it can focus and fire a steady beam of energy through its length and out its tip when powered with Dust. The scabbard for the sword is a bright red, and tapers with the blade. It has since been upgraded to include the ability to mecha-shift into a katar.

Shield

Specialty: Up Close and Personal. Oswald's semblance is obviously most useful for this style of combat, as it prevents enemies that excel at range from getting to a viable range from him, so long as he can get within fifty feet of them. As he wields a sword and shield, Oswald is capable of both a bruiser role and a tank role. So long as he's in his opponent's face, he's comfortable fighting in whatever manner is appropriate for the situation. When he attacks, Oswald is ruthless, leaving no openings, and even using his shield as a weapon at times to keep himself from giving his enemy an opportunity to attack. On the defensive, he becomes a fortress, blocking with both sword and shield, refusing to give up any ground.

Semblance: Closer- Oswald can instantly close the distance between himself and another living creature (Grimm or no) within fifty feet of him, moving from wherever he is to about four feet from his target.

Personality: "Speak Softly and Carry a Big Stick." Oswald is a friendly enough guy when he's with friends or allies, and he tries to keep the peace whenever fights break out. He tries to be the first on the scene, and acts as an enforcer to make sure things don't get crazy. If a fight does happen to break out, he'll try to bring it to an end before anybody gets seriously hurt. He strongly favors the diplomatic option when available. If someone makes it clear that that option isn't available, though...well, he breaks out the big stick.

Color: Onyx

Emblem: A heavily damaged dark stone tower, with a small white figure standing proudly atop it.
Emblem

Appearance: Oswald stands at about 5'10" tall, weighs in at a mean 220 pounds, and sports a pair of dull brown eyes topped by a short head of dark black hair. He typically wears a heavy red cloak with onyx pauldrons over a pair of black pants and a white collared shirt. Under his cloak, he has a pair of onyx steel gauntlets, a dark red canvas brigandine and wears a pair of dark black greaves under his pants. He's rather light-skinned, and his face has a small scar under his nose that goes through his lip diagonally. As for shoes, he always wears a pair of black work boots.
Oswald

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"Are you sure you want to-" Sepia broke off as Krysthane struck the ursa. Her move was a little showy, but seemed effective as well. Intimidating, even. Sepia herself was more of a booster to her team than a hard hitter, so she was pretty sure that this hit was their best shot...to win what now? Sepia shook her head at her own forgetfulness. Ah well, it hadn't hurt anyone - as far she knew. Which wasn't a lot. "Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, ursa smashy thing."

"If you can pull that off with a real ursa, than we're set."

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"On it!" Diamond hollered as she gone to find the chains. She was fairly certain the tow cables on the tank would have done the job, but just in case…

Getting up to the truck wasn't that much of a problem, so far she just snuck around and her power reserve was still up. Using her shadow as stepping stones, she was done in a minute. It was then when one of the guards arrived and asked for help.

"Forget it. You weren't able to hold out against whatever it is intact. You're down to seven men and one truck assuming we don't send this one back home. You'd be better abandoning the site and coming back properly equipped, staying here is a death wish! We can protect you against the grimm, but hardly your own folly! Take it up with your SDC boss for leaving you here badly equipped."

Diamond was suspecting something else though. It was eating on her ever since they left. Rice's behavior. No clear mark on the trucks, despite the SDC smearing it's logo feces on any available surface otherwise. And there was more. "And I've been thinking. We've been told we're carrying mining dust, and yet there was literally everything flying out of the blown up truck, and I don't see how ice is useful for breaking through rock. And what do we find? Instead you are positioned to prevent something from escaping the mine. Come to think of it those trucks aren't really marked, so either this operation is so poorly planned it was doomed from the start.." Diamond presented, grabbed the guard by the collar and pinned him against the side of the truck, "... or you aren't SDC at all." she said, towering over the bloke with a really menacing expression on her face.

"So I suggest we pull everyone out of here and do over with new manegement, because this op has failed before it even begun!" she put in the air.

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Luke Schwarz--Friendly Fire

He didn't have time to stick around and find out! Even as he had just looked up, a torrent of flame was barreling towards him, a wave of sheer heat blasting his face and drying everything out in fractions of a second. Why was there so much fire inside a building?!

This place was gonna burn to the ground if something caught!

With every fiber of his being, he sprung to the side, narrowly avoiding an untimely, crispy end.

Very narrowly.

Too narrowly.

A tongue of flame managed to lick the sleeve of his near arm, and searing, stabbing pain lanced through his nervous system like lightning.

"GAAAHHH!"

He couldn't help it. Fire hurt terribly and constantly, even as it quickly began to eat through the sleeve of his hoodie and spread up the full length of his arm. In those moments, he forgot everything. The fight, his enemies, even how to land on his feet.

One of those things happened to be a blessing in disguise. Hitting the ground on his side, he tumbled into an inelegant barrel roll, smothering the fire to a degree. Not entirely, but enough to quickly regain his senses and tear the afflicted sleeve away, tossing it behind him and letting it die of its own accord.

It was right about then that his teammate began trying to bisect him with Byakko.

Letting out an inarticulate cry of fright and surprise (read: "UWAAAH!" ), he sidestepped again as he rose, awkwardly kicking at the weapon during its meteoric arc to try and knock it as far from him as possible. He needed to get out of here! At least, he needed to put enough distance between her and him to get his head straight!

As straight as it could get with a charred arm, anyway...

Turning, running, and putting a good 25 or so feet between the two, he offered his arm a momentarily glance to asses the damage...

Red. Blistered. Bloody. Skin reduced to tatters. Splotches of leathery White. Wet. An arm suffering from the effects of deadly heat, and constantly stinging just from the air it was surrounded by. Already healing, but still in all sorts of trouble. And this arm was attached to him.

His skin turned a deathly pale, and he truly learned the meaning of the phrase "butterflies in my stomach".

Breath coming in ragged gasps, he tried to shake it off as best he could as he looked up to the two forces of opposition still in his way.

What can I do now?

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Oswald Connolly- Escort Mission

Watching as Diamond hooked the truck up to the Unsubtle, Oswald wondered how much worse things could get. Of course things could get worse. They could get attacked right here, hooking things up. They could be betrayed and forced to kill the rest of the survivors, though he doubted that would happen after the slaughter they'd just experienced. When the guard came over and asked for help, Oswald was taken aback by Diamond's reaction.

"If you think staying here's a death wish, go and call for back up. We're authorized to get staff or a senior team for assistance, so do it. Our mission was to come here, stay the night and help the defenses, then go home. I intend to follow that mission. Besides, Marcus said to defend the camp. Those are our orders." Putting his hand on Diamond's shoulder, he looked at the guard. "Get back to the camp. I'll be along to help in a moment."

Diamond was going too far. Whatever she had going on her head was near paranoia levels of suspicion. Yes, things didn't add up here. For now, though, it was better to find out what was going on rather than throw around baseless accusations. "I'm going to help them defend the camp. Do what you will." Turning his back to his teammates, Oswald made his way over to the camp, getting in position near the mine entrance.

"Someone get me a gun and some ammo. I have a feeling my sword might not be the best thing for right now."

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Growling at Oswald's [i[lack[/i] of paranoia, she let the guard go at the touch on her shoulder. She had half a mind to go out on Oswald too, but there was something else she learned. Even if it's a bad thing to do, it was more likely to succeed if everyone did it, rather than if they split up. She sighed in defeat.

"If this is a set up and we all die horribly, I'm haunting your ass. Anyway, AMrcus is the only one who can catch up to Rice and the second truck and he has a radio to call backup. He should go do that, and we have to try and hold down the fort until hopefully some backup arrives." she said, breaking the lock on the truck with a shadow crowbar and emerging with a few capsules of the ice dust that were inside. "That oughta help. fighting's your part, just tell me where you want me."

[Assistant]
Giving Diamond a blank stare as she approached, he nodded. This was their job, like it or not, and he was glad that she was willing to defer to the description of the mission, even if everything had gone to hell. "Just stay by me. I'm assuming there will be more bugs in that damned mine. I'd recommend grabbing a rifle, because getting close is a good way to dig yourself an early grave, and I'd rather not have to bury anybody else just yet."

Turned towards the mine, Oswald watched the entrance carefully. "Guards, I need a brief on the situation at hand. What the hell is down there, and do you have suggestions on how to kill it?"

[User]
Caravan Mission

The messenger was rightly afraid of Diamond, and without a weapon he really didn't want to get on her bad side. Fortunately Oswald seemed like he cared enough to help, so he led the two back to the camp where he took them to the senior officer, the same guy who spoke to them before. The young man brief him about Diamond's and Oswald responds. This earned them a angry look from the officer.

"Are you daft or something? Of course we're with the Schnee Company! If we weren't I wouldn't give two damns about this place and would have left the moment we set up camp here! And like I'd know what they need dust for. I'm just a guardsmen, foreman died a few days ago. And it doesn't help that we've been stuck on radio silence for the past two weeks, so it's not like we could have asked them to bring reinforcements!"

Handing the young man his rifle the senior officer looked towards the mine entrance. He beckoned his hand around the camp, where there were still bodies laid about and fires burning.

"The brief is that these Faunus tried to pull a coup a few weeks back using those bugs. We used to have 50 guardsmen, but we were stuck having to coral 500 Faunus, and things went strait to hell once we started getting attacked by bugs. I'm suspecting White Fang involvement, cause it's always the White Fang when these animals act up. And we can't get far from the camp without getting eaten alive by those bugs either. Saw that explosion and let me tell you, that ain't enough. At best we got an hour before a new swarm shows up, and this time we don't have an electric fence to protect ourselves, no thanks to you."

The officer pointed over towards the now destroyed generator off in the distance. He let out a deep sigh and pulled out a partially used cigar, lighting it with a match. He gave it a few buffs before his smoke joined the rest of the smog in the air.

"I'm pretty sure someone in that mine is using their semblance or whatever to control those bugs. It's the only explanation why they've been attacking us with tactical precision. I'd have my men go and gun them all down, but this is the first time in the last two-weeks that we've been able to step foot outside out bunkers, whereas those Faunas largely had free-reign of the camp. I don't know what's down those mines, but I'm sure those monsters are ready for us, and we barely have enough ammo to use on them. So no, I can't give you a gun either. Or rather, feel free to pick one off the ground, cause there ain't enough bullets to pass around. As for taking them all out, if you can get one of those trucks here soon I'm sure we can rig the dust to collapse the mine. Assuming that the White Fang don't come later to dig them all out, that'll at least solve one of our problems."

[Assistant] EDITED BECAUSE WOOPS A THING HAPPENED


[System]
Nickname: Wet Willie, W.W.

Normal:

GM:

Gender/Age: Male / 19

Gamer Title: w3t_w1ll1

Chosen Game Mastery: Worms Armageddon
Passive Abilities
* Becoming a 4' tall worm
* Supply drops randomly teleporting or parachuting from the sky
* Explosion-resistant body

Active Abilities
* Usage of all Worms Armageddon weapons (some may be locked, some ammo limited)
* Activation of an aiming marker that allows perfect ballistic precision. Enemies can see where you're aiming though.
* Backflip!

Personality:
Although he'll never admit it, William loves company. He very much appreciates public approval, and thus can enjoy repeating the same party trick over and over if the crowd cheers. He is fairly easy to manipulate in this way, but he doesn't seem to mind.

Despite any first impression that his gloating may create, Will is always willing to teach and to learn. As easy as he is to anger, he is easy to make reprimands with.

Background:
William grew up in a world of cruel positive feedback: If you're chubby, nobody picks you for football, so you go home and play videogames, end up chubbier, and vice versa. And our hero's over-developed imagination has made the world of virtual achievements even more alluring. His parents weren't rich, so he would usually own a one-generation-ago system and would trade in games to keep new ones flowing. Until eventually simple PCs became cheap enough for his parents to afford.

His preference for games built for careful planning (as opposed to quick response) naturally pulled him towards turn-based tactics such as Commandos, Heroes of Might and Magic, and of course, Worms. He became ridiculously good at the latter, and his grenade trick-shots became the talk of the lan-party. Between the super-sheep and the holy-hand-grenade, William felt right at home. Hell, if he could, he would live among them, in perpetual contest of Last Man Standing, armed with surprisingly accurate 2nd-order dynamics and ridiculous explosives...

Other: The first video game I remember playing was a chinese version of this:

It was colored differently and was on one of those "1001 in 1" custom systems. This was the early 90s I think. Once I immigrated to Israel we got a NES and the real fun began, with games such as Super Mario Bros, weird chinese DBZ stuff, Metroid and all the other popular titles. The first PC game was DooM, at a friend's house (since my parents couldn't afford a PC). The first PC game on my own rig was "Ashes to Ashes", which is a kind of sci-fi doom ripoff, as well as various demos such as Duke Nukem 3D, Wolfenstein, And that one weird first person spaceship game that I spent hours on but don't remember the name. The first Tomb Raider was the first true 3D game I think.

This is enough "other", yes?

[User]
A cringe of disbelief and disappointment spread all over William's pudgy face. "...Seriously. Ya'all's seriously doing this?" He threw up his hands again. A certain imbalance made him look at his right hand, where the "glove" resided. He pursed his lips, his mind racing as he turned the device this way and that in front of him. He could feel his inner kid, beating against the back of his eyes, trying to smash the wall of logic that kept him away from William's thoughts.

At that moment, he began to realize how scared he was. There was infinite darkness in all directions, a weird device was forced onto his hand, his friends were wearing some kind of weird teleporting cosplay, and he didn't even call his mom to say goodnight... At least he wasn't hungry. Which only made things weirder.

The red button. What would happen to him? Which would be the game that would inspire his weird equipment? He knew which game he wanted it to be, but that was impossible, wasn't it? "Fine. Screw you guys, I'm saying I told you so in advance. My death is on you, and I choose to be buried with my PC." He spat right before smashing his fist into the red button.

A glow appeared underneath the fat teenager's clothes, stronger by the second, until he looked like a giant jack-o-lantern. A hum accompanied the glow - a strange high-pitched sound, like a boiling kettle, that made everyone uneasy. And while he looked at his hands, both terrified and curious, he seemed to inflate, as if by the light and sound. A few seconds of this, and the effect abruptly disappeared.

"Well, I guess nothing-"

HALLELUJAH

A great explosion shook the silence. And on the smoking remains of what once was William, stood a large, fleshy, disgusting creature, about half of William's height and with a gigantic face. It blinked at its surroundings, then shook a meaty fingerless hand that hung on thin air.

HELLO A sound effect more than a voice came from its mouth. It blinked in surprise, then looked at its floating hands. The innocent expression slowly turned to horror.

OH NO!

[Assistant] After hearing Navi's retelling of the history of the place that they are in, Marina says "Navi, your story has a lot of similarities to Digimon. Anyways, who am I to judge? If most of us are going to press the button and becoming epic then I will give it a try." Marona pressed the button and a light envelop her entire body. Once the light fades away, Marona did not feel much different, except for the extra weight on her head. Marona touches the top of her head and feels two horns. As Marona touches the rest of her head and finding the pointed ears too, her now emerald eyes grow large. When she looked at her clothes, Marona says softly "I am a farian." She then realises what the others are wearing and what Navi said is now the reality that none of them knew was real. After composing herself, Marona looks at the problem at hand: getting to the data code. "Hey Navi. Could you provide more information on the gauntlets ahead or give us a training course? As good as we are at these games, I would feel more comfortable once I know the capabilities of my new form along with my team."

[User]
@Peaceless@NightmareInd@MechonRaptor@Eklispe@alexfangtalon@Fabricant451

"The gaming realms are countless and randomized, a necessary security feature of the DataCore" Navi stated "Although with some time, I believe I could decipher the formula and predict upcoming challenges with a 94% accuracy. As for training, if you would allow me a moment, I will access appropriate simulations for you all"

A short time later, the group reconvened in front of the large glowing doorway, each of them having spent ample time getting used to their new powers. David stepped forward.
"Ok everyone, I think we're as ready as we'll ever be to take this on, so here goes. Once we go through this door, we could end up anywhere, but if we stick together, and work as a team, we can make it out the other side of this alive. Here goes"

David turned and took the first step through the door. A blinding white light enveloped him, slowly fading into darkness, as he emerged from the other side of the portal a familiar, melancholy theme began playing.

"Oh, so much for starting off easy" He remarked sarcastically as the others began emerging from the portal, looking down at his armor, he noted that it had shifted to match the aesthetic of the Dark Souls world, appearing more medieval rather than futuristic. Down on his power glove, David noted that all of his active abilities had been locked out. He tapped on the INTEL panel urgently.
"Scanning" Navi's voice said from the device "You have entered the realm of Dark Souls, although it appears that the data file was corrupted and the gaps were filled with similar data. Analyzing. Indeed. This version of Dark Souls will contain elements of all 3 games. Your goal is to eliminate 3 bosses and claim their souls. With those in your possession, you will be able to access the sealed room containing the first DataCore key. I will update you all with further information as it becomes available"
"Wait!" David shouted "What about weapons? My abilities are locked out. Aliron and Sam have swords, Amy and Marona have bows, but the rest of us are defenseless!"
"Ah, yes apologies, I will attempt to override the system's ability limiters to allow you to arm yourselves. One moment please"

David looked down just in time to witness his Weapons Locker ability unlock itself. He tapped the icon and watched the holographic menu pop up.
"I apologize for the lack of options, but I could only program it to give access to starting weapon sets for now, I will attempt to dig further into the files to give you more weapons as you proceed"
"That's ok Navi, you did what you could. Alright everyone, who needs a weapon? I have access to a standard sword, a mace, a spear, a battle axe, and what looks like the pyromancer's glove, as well as a base shield"

[Assistant]
Alex Hill

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 As the group went off to train Alex had a little fun with the exercise. He had Navi produce for him the training stages from various military games. Namely COD4, Alpha Protocol, and the like. He had Navi throw in a few Clickers in the stages to make it more interesting. Needless to say he got well acquainted with how his powers worked and the weapons that came with. This would be fun.

 When they met back up in front of the door Alex was smiling wide. Honestly, it looked a little creepy. He was having to much fun with this already. At David's short speech however Alex mentally said, *I'll probably just go lone wolf.* That was, however, until he hopped through the door and heard the music. Oh, he recognized the music alright. "Seriously. One of the few games I haven't played." He audibly groaned. He wasn't gonna risk running off on his own when he had no experience playing the particular game world they found themselves in.

 He looked down at his attire to realize that it had slightly altered. Looked like something the commoners from medieval times would wear. At least this time it looked like something he wouldn't be seen wearing out and about. Actually now that he thought about it the clothing was fairly comfortable. Maybe he should start going to Renaissance Fairs so he could have an excuse to wear the clothes. When Daavid asked if they needed weapons Alex responded, "All I need is a bow and some stuff to craft with and I'll be just fine." At this he used his ability to pull out a bow and a chunk of arrows. He looked a little like Robin Hood actually. Now he just needed the hat.

[User] Aliron nodded, getting a chance to become acquainted it their new... status, would be greatly appreciated. In a remarkably short period of time Navi had created a simulation that allowed Aliron to test the extent of his new abilities, and learn of those he had been unable to use. He stepped out of the simulation and stepped through the white light along with the others. Somewhat familiar music and the scenery revealed that they were in the world of Dark Souls. Though apparently an amalgamation of all versions. He didn't need any items yet so he couldn't pull anything out yet. From what he gathered he could probably get a new item before each new boss they fought. Luckily the worlds of Dark Souls and Legend of Zelda were very similar. The main difference was that in both combat and puzzles, Dark Souls was more liable to kill you. Yet the need to pay attention to your environment, analyze and fight your opponents appropriately, and be ever vigilant were all the same. Aliron grinned, this could be fun, he was somewhat eager to test his new skills against real opponents. "I'm equipped well enough on my own. It would be best if I lead I think, my skills are well suited to this world." His combat abilities should ensure he could fight anything, likely by himself or until help arrived and his keen eye should detect any traps before they triggered. "I also recommend staying in sight and shout range but not too close together, lest one trap or enemy take advantage of multiple people." Aliron said confidently, though not moving forward yet, it would be best to ensure everyone was ready before moving forward.

[Assistant]
The simulation was weird. The ability to perceive the world both from a first-person view and some kind of isometric overview made the Will-Worm dizzy for a while, his floating arms laying flat on the ground in front of his feet-body-tail-whatever. He was surprised how fast it became natural, though. Despite the "stage" being empty, he managed to measure and throw some trick shots with a toy-like bright green hand grenade that felt so familiar in his hand. Yeah, he could handle this. He checked what other weapons he had access to and found only the basic ones were unlocked. Eh. To be honest, that's all any pro player ever needed.

When Will emerged from the simulated space, half of the group were already past the strange light portal that PODONOK (yeah, cyka) summoned. A sudden gust of cold wind made him shiver and back away, the view of the desolate, colorless landscape in front of them chilling him in more ways than one. He knew this game. Oh yes. It was a game that required much timing and skill. That he could respect. It also required much, much dying.

One would say dying was an integral part of the game.

I wonder how permanent our death is here, he thought aloud, but the only sound that came from somewhere in his form was OI NUTTER. He tried to summon one of those grenades, but the only thing that appeared is a weird pixelated inventory with badly drawn equipment. A quick look around the new options made him understand he wasn't completely lost.

COME ON, THEN A small but painfully bright flame appeared inside Will's right floating fist. He tossed the fireball lightly into the air and caught it. Yeah. This could work.


[System]
Alias: Negative Man

Age: 33

Personality: Hopeful, Brave, Astute, Militarist, Self-Destructive

Archetype: Metahuman

Powers:
The Negative Spirit – Larry's physiology has been altered to a plasma-like, radioactive state. His density can be freely changed, and he can discharge blasts of negative energy. There is a finite amount of this energy, but he retains control of each atom that comprises it.

The Mechanical Vessel - To minimize the poisonous side effect of his powers, an android containment suit was created for him to inhabit and control known as unit K. Bravo. The suit is highly customizable such that Larry can have different appearances if needed. The energy needed to power this machine is bound to the unique signature of Negative Man's radiation, making it useless for others to utilize.

Son of the Skies – While his body is gone, lieutenant commander Trainor's mind remains. His piloting skills and commando training are still assets that he boasts over most, even while some of his teammates can fly without the need of machines.

Weaknesses:
Background Radiation - The nature of Negative Man's powers is inherently dangerous to individuals around him if left unchecked, forcing him to not utilize his full potential. Even with that in mind, compromising his containment suit would effectively remove him from a fight unless the stakes are too high to ignore.

Memoryleaks – Something lurks in the back of Negative Man's mind. A feeling of dread and loss. Is there something he hasn't noticed since the accident that gave him his powers? Is he still really Larry Trainor if the flesh that was given that name all burnt to ash? Or could there be conspiracies that he cannot comprehend even as an elemental? This plague of the mind haunts him, complementing his potential nuclear instability with a fragile psyche.

Appearance:

Character Evolution: Let's explore universality with this interpretation of Negative Man with regards to the last iteration of Polarity Man. This character is basically Larry retaining most of his personality before the accident instead of becoming a cold, non-killing machine. Now, he's going to be a fiery, non-killing machine that must balance the duties he has as a soldier and superhero.I hope to still play out the theme of identity and change with this character, with the ideas of what a hero should be while also upholding the laws we find in our society.

Also, I hope that the Blue Beetle/Question/Polarity Man dynamic stays with these new interpretations.

Altered History: A day before the fateful test flight that would have placed Lieutenant Trainor in the Doom Patroller jet, a surprise attack orchestrated by the mysterious General Immortus occurred on the airbase where Polarity Man was created. The assaulting forces began sieging the base, but the defending soldiers refused to lose an inch of ground to the enemy.

Unbeknownst to most on the base, this attack was merely a diversion for the shapeshifting Madame Rouge to sneak in and make off with the jet herself. The only person to notice this attempted theft was the individual she stole the identity of: our destiny bound airman, Lt. Larry.

As the lieutenant confronted the French thief, a fight between them would soon break out. At this point in time, the very normal and un-superpowered Larry Trainor was beaten down quickly but not before he managed to place a grenade inside the plane's cockpit. The explosion would trigger a chain reaction, causing the same events that lead to him becoming Polarity Man, except this time our brave hero willingly made the decision to stop evil with his sacrifice.

Recommended Background Leaguer: Cliff Baker as Animal Man

BRIEF Bio:
Lieutenant Larry Trainor was a USAF special operations agent who happened to die for his country. Yet, his spirit lives on in a literal sense as his consciousness began to manifest as the hero known as Negative Man.

After the attack on the airbase he was stationed in, spikes in an unknown radiation would occur at random times throughout the days that follow. Determined to figure out the cause, the base's research department managed to track the largest concentration of the energy and contain it in a vacuum-sealed chamber. A few days later, the energy took the a more human figure and spoke: "It burns!" exclaimed the energy before settling down.

Tests were ran and stabilizing agents were administered until they could make heads of what they had captured. As months passed, the scientists began getting sick. A new batch of eggheads was brought in to replace the old one and the first thing they did was to create an even stronger container that could block out the radiation. This was android K. Alpha.

After a year of this impromptu project, the Negative Man was introduced as the military's sponsored hero for the Justice League. The story of a brave soldier whose relentless spirit came back to fight for America was quickly sold to the press, and the newly promoted Lieutenant Commander Larry Trainor found himself amongst the ranks of gods.

Notes: The android suit is based off the same technology that Robotman used. Unless there's already a plan for him, Buddy Baker should have been Animal Man before Cliff but is now MIA.

Sample Post:
If he still had skin, Negative Man would have woken up in cold sweat. As he began to regain consciousness, the first thing Larry did was clutch his side. "Argh. Feels like I've been stabbed… Phantom pain from the explosion. Must be it." Indeed, while it has been some time now that he has been Negative Man, the fires of his creation still burn from time to time. This was no time to sit idle though as he realized that he was in middle of the Metro Tower's lobby. In a panic, he searched for his containment suit in order to stop the spread of his radiation, but it soon became clear that no one else was in his immediate vicinity. Windows that were suppose to let in sunlight were suddenly pitch black. This was troubling.

"Calm. Must stay calm to keep power down." He uttered to himself before finding his suit across the hall, lying on the ground. Like a ghost possessing a body, Negative Man entered the shell and the android's eyes soon changed color into that of a bright yellow. The red accents of his suit brightened up as well, causing him to pause briefly and admire the wonders of his surrogate. With his immediate drawback in check, Larry proceeded to his quarters via elevator. While it seemed like an eternity, it was a nice ride considering there were no interruptions along the way unlike every other day.

Reaching his destination, the Negative Man peered on both sides before exiting the elevator. No one could be found. Silently, he walked towards his room. Why a machine and an energy elemental need a bed is anyone's guess but underneath it was an emergency radio that was wired to his superiors in the military.

"Come in, Langley. Metro Tower might be compromised. Send ground forces to quarantine in event of disaster." Static was the only response he had. The lieutenant commander could only hope that his message had reached the right ears.

[User]
The Warden rarely felt the need to eat - advantages of having a photosynthesizing plant on your back - but he did love fried foods, and took the chance whenever able to enjoy Champion's meals. Sure it probably wasn't healthy, but there also wasn't a doctor alive who could properly prescribe a nutrition regimen to him, so he thought it fair game. Of course, he was only a few bites in before Solara thought it a fine idea to ambush them, setting the Martian on fire and then smashing the hell out of poor Supergirl. He stuffed a few more chips into his mouth before jumping to the rafters once more. One of his favorite haunts when things when to shit - getting the high ground was of utmost importance... as was preserving his meal. He quickly stashed it in one of the ventilation ducts before turning to the main battle. Turning back to the battle, he noticed Solara temporarily distracted by Kitsune, Supergirl dying on the ground, and a green martian with serious burns... and then Zatanna, mostly okay. "We have casualties. You have magic. Please be of assistance." He turned back to the battle, as Solara charged back towards The Champion.

"Could we. For once. Have. one. Meeting. Without. A. Nut. Head. Attacking. Us." The Warden ranted angrily, each line punctuated by a long range slap with a vine, as he dove on Solara from her side, punching her twice before she retaliated with a forearm to his arm. He blocked it. He still flew into the wall. She turned to face him, but got an uppercut from Champion for her troubles. Warden smiled, as he threw himself back into the fray as well. "She can't fight us all at once"

[Assistant]
Things blurred for Aurora.

Every second counted in every fight, and she lost hers even before it really started. She was on her way to the meeting hall when something crashed from the upper floors. From where she was floating she heard a small crash, next thing she knew she felt the impact of a crashing object near her with a force strong enough to knock her out.

Aurora was not invulnerable, but she was durable enough. She was up and about within minutes. Around her were the Metro Tower staff, a medical emergency aid of sorts she figured given the language and first aid they applied to her. She thought of their actions as uncalled for, but she appreciated the gesture. She gestured for them to stop, and rose form her feet.

Pain echoed from her back the moment she stood completely, not disorienting, but nothing adrenaline couldn't bandage. Aurora scanned her surroundings and expected her body as she asked the Metro Tower what had happened.

From what she understood there's a rouge superpower running about the tower. There had been no official decree has been set on how to deal with the threat. Incapacitate as soon as possible was the general consensus given their Superman level damage capabilities. To aurora this meant that all hands on deck, and hopefully the Superman setting mentioned in the old manuals were still in place.

Aurora gave her thanks towards the staff and flew away. Her destination being the chaos. She was good in a fight, but against someone with a Superman level damage capability she would be minced meat within seconds. Still there was something she could do, just not direct combat. If a threat of that level was around there would be casualties that would need her help.

[User]
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The eruption into the Metro Tower sent stray pieces of debris everywhere. One collided with Barda and sent her to the ground. Her head knocked against it hard. Fuzzy shapes formed in the corner of her eyes before worked through them. The sound of fighting radiated all around her. It was everything. It was all things. Still, she silenced the song into one clear voice. It was the voice she needed to overcome. She blinked numerous times, and then she slid her palms under the beam, molten hot on either end that laid over her. She pushed it up and away from her body. Standing, she surveyed around her. The room was mostly destroyed, and many of the heroes were gone. She didn't know why. She assumed it was from valiant combat. There hovered a woman, the obvious assailant.

"Oh, idiot child," she said. Barda considered using her Mega Rod, but they were in a populated area. Its range was far too large and massive that she could be assured there wouldn't be causalities. In the days of past, she wouldn't have cared. The Justice League made sure she cared. So, she sighed and jumped up at the woman, readying a punch to the face. It was deflected, easily. Yet, Barda landed, twisted away from the heat vision shot her way and took a different angle. She was able to get her punch in then, landing it directly in Solara's midsection. The other screamed and pushed Barda away, but she was ready. She vaulted off the nearest surface, whatever that was, and launched herself at Solara again. The process happened again and again, Barda getting the upper hand on one-to-one combat. That was until the Kryptonian blasted her laser vision well into Barda's chest, she flew back into the ground. Her ears rang and everything hurt.

Yet, Barda knew she had the Mega Rod. She knew it could give a heavy amount of damage. She just needed Solara positioned upwards and away from people. She angled the weapon upwards. "Can someone get her in my range?" she asked, pulling herself up slowly. She wouldn't be on the offensive again, she needed help.

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[Assistant]
The radiation meter installed inside Negative Man's surrogate body had gone ballistic before the Kryptonian foe had crashed through their roof, causing the irradiated man himself to flinch. As he came back to his senses, the other Leaguers had launched themselves against Solara and made it obvious that she wore the emblem of Superman with the same power that the Man of Steel wielded. However, she clearly did not have the same restraint their once proud founder had. In order to fight her, Negative Man needed to pull out all the stops as well.

The Negative Spirit soon left the android that hosted it. Normally, anyone in prolonged direct contact was in danger of radioactive poisoning but the alien physiology of their enemy could clearly withstand that. Larry, however, deduced that certain parts were still sensitive to light. In fact, super-vision might just play in his favour as he raced his ethereal body towards Solara in an attempt to blind her eyes. His body would coil itself like a snake who had caught its prey on to the Kryptonian, discharging radiation bursts at her eyes which most likely would cause her to blast heat vision to get Negative Man off.

A garbled shriek would be let out by the nuclear ghost as the heat vision intensified. His teammates needed to capitalize on what little distraction he was causing at the moment.