[System]
Gender: Male (Indeterminate)

Godly Parents: N/A

Sphere of Control: Creation, Speech, Is-Ness

Personality: A being of the utmost tranquility. An unshakeable leaf floating on a stream, who sees himself not as an independent being but as a portion of the total system of Atman. Believes wholly in the importance of ethical virtue and the gathering of knowledge. Is loathe to combat in all instances. Put simply, he is of the class of being that if it was decided that there was no choice but to enter combat with another, the situation would be dire enough to warrant ending the world.

Sacred Animal: N/A

Powers:

Moksha: One with the primordial All, born of BRAHMA, the transcendence which underlines and imbues itself into the nature of reality, and composes it from the beginning. A state of existence similar to those who have reached Moksha, though of a higher level of closeness on an inherent level. For a being such as this, the seven deadly sins can be embraced without the batting of an eye. As a result of this level of closeness, knowledge of that which is and is-not has become perfected.

God of Creation: The divine power to bring the "is-not" into the "is". Brahma's primary domain of ability which his nature is built upon is the creation of rules, systems, and existences. While this would seem to have low compatibility with those who avoid the impositions of order...Brahma has dealt with children such as that in the past.

Astra: Access to the astras, shastras, dandas, and the like of Hinduism.

Weapons: Asi, the primordial sword of the fell demon. The first sword of the world, bearing the right to any of its derivatives or children. As Brahma is loathe to combat though, this tool is rarely utilized.

Other: N/A

[User]
Brahma's heads looked towards Odin. Or rather, it could be said that they looked through him, seeming to be staring at something that stood behind him. The Creator did not bother with words. After all, a conversation between He who represented the transcendent Is and He who drank from Mimir's well was pointless. Conversations only existed as a means to share information; when both parties had complete information, there was no purpose. Frankly, Brahma was disappointed that the child who claimed to "know" had not realized such a simple fact yet. Regardless, between Brahma and Odin, knowledge was exchanged without the transit of communication, simply by the nature of their existence.

He had no need to remain here any longer. He had served the purpose that the two of them had agreed upon, and as such would retire back to the position of observer. Once more, the Manava-astra's light bathed Brahma's form, and the God was whisked away.

[Assistant]
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, on definitely not Olympus...

Far removed from the strife of the gods, in a mostly quiet apartment right in the heart of a land far from Greece, on the edges of the eastern continent in the city of Tokyo, Ichimiya Nanase stood over her latest painting. She was not a god; nor a child of a gold, nor a servant of a god. She was just a relatively normal girl, living in the age of technology, science and reason - one of the reasons why the occult, with its newfound mysteriousness, appealed to her. Her painting was that of a ritual circle which she had found right from deciphering the maddening pages of the Necronomicon itself - or at least that's what the internet told her - created authentically with the blood of once living beings.

Speaking of living beings, her next door neighbor seems to be missing his pitbull. Has anyone seen him?

With the work having been completed, all that was left was for her to enact the "ritual". She did not, deep down, really expect anything to come out of this, mind you. She was sure she was under quite the case of eighth grader syndrome, but participating in the occult like this had its own allure in just how taboo it was, and the more people would frown upon it the more it appealed to her. Hiding her participation from her family, who saw her work as morbid but still the work of an artist, was just as exciting as the participation itself.

With the preparations for the "ritual" complete, she made sure the curtains to her room were shut, the door closed and any chance of eavesdropping gone before turning off the lights and throwing on a black makeshift cloak over her private academy uniform. Clasping her hands as if in prayer, she began.

"NYARLATHOTEP ACROSS THE ABYSS
NYARLATHOTEP ACROSS THE ABYSS OF SPACE
NYARLATHOTEP UNGOYUD ERFELCOPGECHEREF
NYARLATHOTEP TELAL...HEAR OUR VOICE!!!
NYARLATHOTEP THOU WHO WOULDST DEVOUR THIS WORLD AND
 CREATE MADNESS AMIDST THE CHILDREN OF MAN
NYARLATHOTEP AXBIM XENCH'ZY VAWEG
 TELAL...HEAR OUR VOICE!!!
NYARLATHOTEP ALAL....HEAR OUR VOICE!!!"

[User]
" Are you deaf? Blind? Or just ignorant? "

Cynbel wasn't in the mood to play around, and Conner wasn't exactly helping. He understood where Conner was coming from, but that is only because he expect Conner to not think any of it through. It was also beyond irritating that he outright ignored his order, which may not mean much, but directly disobeying a God of War when it came to conflict was just being rude.

" Have you ever known Brahma to be the type to use violence? There is no better negotiator than Brahma, as he will always do what is the most peaceful solution if it can end peacefully. If it got violent, then I'd just deal with her myself. Do not disrespect me like that again, especially in front of others. "

It was bad enough that Cynbel was neutral to Conner, but him believing he could help Brahma in a negotiation, undervaluing Cynbel's strength, and outright not ignoring Cynbel's previous demand was more than enough to make him vocal. He was still pretty neutral about Conner, despite this.

It was nice to know that Cythlla was going to go willingly, but Cynbel wasn't sure if she would try to escape on the way there. He figured it was going to be difficult, especially since 3 of Brahma's heads seemed to be going crazy. That probably wasn't too normal, but he didn't really get the Hindu pantheon that well.

" Anyway, we should get go-"

And then he was at Odin's domain with Cythlla and Brahma. It seemed like Brahma's heads were just channeling one of his Astras, not that Cynbel was sure which one it was. They all sounded the same to him.

He honestly didn't mind the company of Odin, for the same reason he didn't mind Brahma's. They just kind of did their own thing, which included their job. Cynbel wished those of his own generation could follow after them to some degree. Instead of acting like self entitled little brats, they could remember what they were supposed to be. Speaking of those from his generation, both Mithias and Kilgaris appeared.

" Not really, but asking about it, then explaining how you already knew our answers makes you pretty pretentious. But, you already knew I'd say that, so no point in saying it, right? "

Cynbel wasn't in a very good mood. Conner kind of ruined that, but Mithias already knew that.

Cythlla began to speak up, though she was only speaking to those who didn't care. Well, maybe Kilgaris cared, but he was pretty irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

" Cythlla, I think you have the wrong impression of me. If I have to kill, I'll do it. I don't see what I gain from killing them, other than to feel good about myself. Sadly, I don't think I'd get that. You're trying to push your agenda, which any of us will do, but your means will never get you to your goal. Then again, I guess a god of 'madness' isn't very rational. "

Oh, the trial was starting. Cynbel took his seat, and wished Brahma took him along for another ride.

[Assistant] Making his voice ecgho throught the room he told the 'court' "I agree with Cythlla, some of the old gods must be killed to make way for the new. Even you yourself realized this nephew odin when you and your btothers killed my father Ymir, your grandfather. It is not a crime in my books. However" and he turned towards Cythlla for this "there is no point killing them all for no apparant reason. Even the olympian gods realized this when they were fighting the titans! Why carry on with this trial when even the person whos running it commited the same 'crime?" He said the last word as if it wss a disease.

[User]
"I mean, to be fair here, Yimir was literally physical poison, so I'd like to point out that it's not as relative as killing a God whose dedicated to purging 'Evil' from the world and is extremely important for keeping monstrous beings in check. This isn't just a case of patricide, but also an issue involving whose going to exactly fill that role, as I don't think a daughter of Cthulhu is going to be into the whole purging 'Evil' thing." Odin chimed in, while one of the Gods spoke his piece, which was fine and expected.

"That being said, it's probably best if we try not to involve the Judge, that is, me, in this trial. It makes it hard to keep things objective. So, lets keep it going." Odin waited for someone else to speak.

[Assistant]
" Yes, she did kill a god. That in itself isn't very significant, but think a little bit harder. Kali kept order, and made sure being such as the Rakshasa didn't go around slaughtering everyone. As Odin said, I doubt Cythlla is up to the task, nor would do I think she should be doing it. We will probably have to figure something out regarding this 'enforcer' position. "

Cynbel was just going into a rant at this point. Kali was an extremely important goddess, one of the key parts in making sure humanity wasn't getting killed left and right by demons. This girl didn't think of anything beyond herself, nothing about the natural order of the world. Hopefully, they'd find some kind of replacement for Kali, at least for a short period of time.

"I'm sorry, I got into a rant. She broke the rules, engendered humanity, and seems to be plotting a coup of some sort. Even if you disregard the last part, she is certainly guilty. "

[User] Masrith peacefully stood from the seat he had taken. "In terms of a crime being done, I do not believe one was truly committed, it is true that the strong replace the weak. That is a rule that has never been changed throughout time. Instead, I believe, if she were to be punished, it should be for the consequences we will have to face for her recklessness of killing a god with a role such as Kali. This could set forth events we aren't prepared for. I never knew Kali. I don't the the one who awaits punshiment either. It seems to me that this is simply a result of someone who wanted to test their might on or of the greatest warriors in the Hindu pantheon. I do believe that duel would have been much more proper but it is what it is. We need to focus on what will result. We shouldn't waste time sitting here in a debate of right and wrong." Masrith then sat down quietly and waited for the others to speak.

[Assistant]
Cythlla giggled, holding a hand up to her mouth, soon it went into a hysterical laughter. "You guys are so funny! You keep talking about how what I did was wrong, or what I did was right!" Cythlla said with a grin looking at all of them. "I don't care if what I did was right or wrong! I'm just part of a process! And it's going to continue! You can't stop it anymore! Corruption is coming, I hope your prepared!" Cythlla was hysterical but her words were true, she was only a stepping stone.

"Punish me if you will, I have said what I mean to say! So lock me up! Then lock up everyone else too cause their gonna be part of this process!" Cythlla said her grin even bigger, her eyes crazed now. She had lost her sanity, anything else she spouts now isn't going to make sense.

"Don't you hear the steps of corruption! Their taking hold now! The ducks are quacking with madness! Your all quacking with secrets!" Cythlla yelled out, now she had gone mad.

[User]
From Satyaloka, the sphere of truth, Brahma looked out over the world. The God himself was enclosed within a lotus flower, the petals sealed around Him as He sat in perfect stillness. As per his divine right, both that which is and is-not was inherently known by himself. The manifestation of Para Brahman, the incarnation of that transcendent root. And yet, even this being had come to a stark conclusion.

He was disappointed.

In Rasatala, they were rising. With the Black One absent, they were unfettered. This world, even if He had known from the first precept to the last, that did not mean He took any pleasure in this knowledge. Yes, even if Her Mahashakti had returned to its root, it was irrelevant here, simply because of that very disappointment. Yes, the last time this world had become like this...

"That's it, that's precisely it. I am Brahman. Just as Fourfold and Fivefold are Atman, so too am I Brahman. As that is the case, as this Truth holds true..."

"Lord Brahma, Lord Shiva, I thank You from my core. I will aim to become a ruler that You may one day smile upon."

"I see now, I see what I must do. If you call me a demon, a monster, then a monster I shall become. I will shoulder all the darkness in these three worlds upon my shoulders! I will save the world, even if I must stain my hands in oceans of blood! I will become everything that I hate, if it means that I can save everything that I love! I am the Demon King, and this is my world!"

...that child, such a regrettable end. Even as that journey began, He knew the end but refused to let it diverge. That idealist scholar who became the legendary Demon King. Yes, the last time, the last time, it was already...

The Creator sat in the eternal lotus, isolated in the realm of His domain. Merely Himself and that being whose flight was the cycle of Moksha were within this land.

And so he remained.


[System]
(Won't have the Elven Ears)

Age: 30

Birthday: April 30th

Magic: Powers for her requip include:

The Heavenly Archer: In this mode, she wears gold battle armor and her bow is upgraded to fire Angel Arrows, which are super fast light arrows that can slice through almost anything.

The Flaming Volcanic Archer: In this mode, she wears a dark-red, gold and black armor pieces that are shaped to look like flames, with bulky-looking spikes on her shoulder pads, Her hair turns a fiery red as her bow can fire flaming arrows that explode on contact with any solid surface.

The Stingray Archer: In this mode, she wears a skimpy fish-based bikini, a fancy aquamarine crown, with a long barb-like tail on her back. Her bow can fire water arrows, that can drench fire and even water plants (Eco friendly!)

The Crossbow Maiden: In this mode, she wears knight-like armor and wields a powerful rapid fire crossbow, which can cause devastating damage to her opponent. Her armor is also very strong as well.

And more to be revealed in the future...

Magic Level: A

History: Samir was born in a small village next to a village and was raised up by her noble parents. She was a pretty normal kid and was usually happy about life, spending time in luxury with her parents and playing with her friends. She also loved archery and would often go into the woods with her father to get food for her family. However, all that changed when an unknown dark guild sent a raiding party to the village in order to get valuable supplies. By that time, Samir was 10 and was surprisingly well skilled with a bow and arrow. She fought bravely, killing several dark wizards and mercenaries. Yet Samir got badly injured by a slash to her right shoulder, forcing her to retreat and evacuate her beloved home. Her parents also perished during the sacking as well. This event will scar Samir for the rest of her life...

Samir was the sole survivor of the attack on her village and headed into the forest alone, trying to seek shelter. Luckily, she was found by a small group of hunters from the village, who happened to be coming back from a hunt and found her all alone. After Samir told them of the attack, they took her along to Magnolia and rented a house in Magnolia. 2 years later, as Samir was walking in the village, she happened to cross by a member of the guild Phoenix Wing, who invited her into the guild. She gladly joined and trained her hardest to become a powerful warrior. By the age of 16, she became one of the most skilled of the archer magics and is highly respected by many in the guild.

She has been out on very long missions and has been off the radar several times over, with some people even forgetting she even existed. But when she comes back, she comes back gloriously, with her fame and respect still in tact. At least for the veterans that is...

Personality: Very much like Erza, Samir is often described as very strict and often barks at people due to bad behavior or otherwise. Yet unlike her, she is much more kind and gentle, with the fact that her former personality comes in very rarely.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing; Left Shoulder

Team Members: N/A

Three Strengths:
1. She is very intelligent and strategic. Great fashion sense must I add.
2. She is very kind and rarely makes any kind of fuss.
3. She has been known to be a great mentor, more on a motherly side in fact.

Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)
1. While happens rarely, she used to suffer greatly from PTSD. She would freeze in place, seeing visions in her mind, and would not move for several minutes at a time. If in battle, then she would be vulnerable to attack.
2. She loves fashion, but hates to see people in non-matching outfits.
3. N/A

Greatest Love: Fashion and her comrades.

Motivation: To protect Fiore from all hostilities.

Additional Details: Samir has participated in a swimsuit magazine as a special guest once. Her favorite drink happens to be green tea.

Main Theme:

[User]
Joshua Tamashii
@Lunarlors34 @Raijinslayer

The moment two mages showed up, Joshua moved in front of Amaya, staying in front of her protectively. It didn't take long for the two to make their intentions clear, which seemed to be killing Amaya. Joshua narrowed his eyes, especially at the one called Nidhogg. At the man's insistence that they don't put up a fight and just go with them elsewhere. Joshua let out a harsh laugh at that.
"Well, I can understand why you're scared of her Nidhogg." He said, addressing the mage. "Wittle dwagon is scared of the big bad slayer. And besides, with a name like yours, you'll probably just slaughter everyone anyway. On top of that, you trying to take the fight elsewhere suggest you're trying to keep a low profile. Killing a lot of innocent people? I wouldn't call that low profile. And I doubt we'll have much of a choice in the end anyway, given how you got here."

Despite the bluster and his confident face, Joshua knew they were in trouble. That magical power was strong and he didn't know if he and Amaya would stand a chance, even together. On top of that, the man's expression was maniacal, meaning he would be totally unpredictable. However, if the man caused a scene, other mages might converge on their point and they could help out. Joshua's job would be to contain the damage until then.

Amelia Averyonna

"That's right. Now, what do you think would happen if I combined two or more elements together?" Amelia asked Sam while taking the sprite back and putting it into the crystal it had come out from.

Lucus Griffonbane

"[color=gray]That's a misconception. Rider's has nothing against Phoenix Wing, and we have made attempts to make peace with them. Our guild master became quick friends with Master Jack of Dragon Fang, who is an ally of Master Jamie. We want to be at peace with Phoenix Wing, but Jamie is putting up some resistance, which I don't blame her for. As for me, Rose, and Elyse. I just found out I had a daughter myself, but I will make sure to be there for her as much as possible. Right now, she's at my guild's hotel, if you would like to meet her.[/color" Lucus said

Aria

"And what will you do with me? I don't belong in this world." Aria said, her tone nervous. She knew Jack was a fair man, but she had attacked his guild and some of his friends. People hated others who attacked those close to them, at least from what she had seen of other people. So she had no doubt that Jack probably hated her.

[Assistant]
Sora Kaze

Sora's look of disdain turned into one of annoyance quite quickly. Just who the heck did this kid think he was? Did he have any idea who he was talking to?
"Look kid I ain't got time for your stupidity. I finally got a lead so need to go find my fri-disciples." Sora quickly corrected himself. This kid was a bother and he had his own job to finish, he hadn't the time to help some hotshot find a job....Wait. That could work.
"Unless you want in on my job. It's a hassle even for me, so I doubt you can handle it." Sora smirked at Verrick before turning his back on the younger mage "So just forget I said anything. I'm sure you can find a mission more about your level at a nearby tavern or community board. Like finding a lost kitten or something." He added over his shoulder before walking off slowly. The pace at which he walked was rather deliberate, almost mockingly.
Well Sora was kinda mocking Verrick anyway. There was no 'almost' about it.

Jasmine Lockwood

Jasmine didn't quite understand at first what Penny meant. However it didn't take her long to realise what she had meant. She wanted her to review her memories and try to piece together what was missing? Or by running through them it might jog something new?
Or maybe her memories were simply fragmented, and thus by thinking about them she could put them in the right order? She had to admit there were a few memory sequences which didn't make much sense.
Wait. Now that she thought about it...
"...The arguing wasn't near Crocus. It had happened in a smaller town on the way here, to the west. I don't remember it's name, nor do I think I learnt it anyway. My parents were haggling with someone over a purchase I believe. But my encounter with the Moth and Butterfly was just outside the city. At least a day had passed between those events." Jasmine mumbled thoughtfully as the details seem to be just popping into her head the more she thought about it.
"I remember being hungry when I met them, and afraid. Of what I'm not sure. I mean they were pretty terrifying to look at." Jasmine rubbed her temples as she tried to think about it....forcing memories to the surface was a cause for headaches it would seem.
"Argh...it hurts my head thinking about it."

Ashlyn Johnson

@hatakekuro@oblivion666@liferusher@Caits@Raijinslayer@Lugubrious
Ash didn't need to be told twice. Nodding her head in agreement at Harper's request, Ashlyn pointed her free hand towards the corpse but not before making a quick cross gesture and mumbling rest in peace softly under her breath.
"Flames of hell I call thee to burn my enemies. Flames of the lord I call thee to punish these sinners." As Ash mumbled her spell a blue flame ran up her arm and her fist burst into a large white flame. The two now connected before being forming a ball of bluey-white flames. Once it reached the size of her fist she launched it at the corpse and watched as it quickly caught fire upon contact.
The fire didn't spread much from there however as Ash simply manipulated any loose flames back onto the corpse. It didn't take long for it burn away and leave a pile of ashes and bones.
The fire had however lit the place up a little more as a look of disgust crossed her face....she was done with this place already. Her worst fears had been confirmed, these people were surely beyond saving. She hadn't the heart to tell that to Harper however as she nodded in agreement at what the ninja had to say.
"The sooner we get back the better....I have a bad feeling about this place." Ash commented as she frowned heavily. She had always trusted her gut, and now was no different.
This place was just setting off alarm bells left, right and center.

[User]
Tamashii@Raijinslayer@Lunarlors34

Amaya watched him before a rotting smell hit her nose causing her to cover it quickly as she found the source of the girl and the guy  "you must be the slayer hunters my fellow Dragonslayer warned me about...he wasn't too impressed with you by the way"Commented Amaya  "Also for crying out loud, whoever thinks smelling like a rotten corpse is a good idea...it's not"she added seeing Joshua move in front of her.

Amaya listened to the terms before she moved around Joshua towards nidhogg stopping a few feet away covering her nose  "I will go with you alone to be killed or whatever. Though I know about your water friend as well. But tell me this if I am a evil slayer just like zefer was. What reason do I have to kill this world and why would I join a light guild and have many friends and protectors. Also, if I was as evil as you assume I am, why would I be willing to go along to save innocents...I would be like Mr. Nidhogg here who probably enjoys killing innocnets, he would want to bath in their blood for the hell of it which he probably has by the smell of it." she said as she watched nidhogg as well as noticing an on looker. She took off her winter coat tossing it as she adjusted Cecilia. "I need you to stay with Joshua and continue the hunt during this life" said Amaya as Cecilia was confused by the wording before it hit her as Amaya sat her down.

Amaya adjusted her blue tank top as ice showed covering various spots on her arms and legs. She knew what giving into the terms would mean and she would normally accept fate but she had more allies around then enemies so she wasn't too worried of her safety. She only cared for the safety of others

And
[@Joshua Tamashi]

"Only If she wishes to see us.personality I don't care anything for you since you caused father to fall in a deep before my mom found his ggolem form. Sure I would like to have a sister that isn't going to go into hiding again cause look you kill yourself twice both to erase your past but clearly it wasn't good enough"said Ryu as rose slammed her hands on the table leaning over to be inches from his face "you need to get the stick out of your but and learn to respect your elders before I leave you in a desert for a week with only your head out of the ground...you don't believe me try me little brother..I have been itching to correct what father hasn't been able to."said rose as her eye color flickered from blue to gold several times.

Ryu blinked a few times "I will start respecting once I believe you actually care..."he said blankly. As rose's ey twitched

"Ryu not even I will be able to save you from her...Don't push it"said raiden

"Whatever...fine"he said as rose sat back down pushing her hair back

"Anyways, yes I would love to see my granddaughter "said raiden

[Assistant]
"Michael, huh?" the archer replies as she studies the boy. He looks oddly familiar though. Has he seen him before? Maybe, she doesn't know. It wouldn't hurt for her to ask though.

"Say... have we met before? Didn't I see you several days ago after I tranquilized that one chick? If I remember correctly... were you defending me or something? What guild are you in?" Samir asks curiously with no aggression to her words.

She didn't mention Marlene's name when she said that she tranquilized her. Either way, she must've seen him there because if that event from some time ago.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:

7ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure. Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Character trait: Haunted. Through past deeds, Adrianne has had the great misfortune of gaining the personal attention of an entity in the warp that now stalks her from the other side. Whether this is because of revenge, amusement, desire or hunger; the entity's attention leads to danger for anyone around Adrianne, whether friend or foe; and this danger is in direct relation to the weakness of the barrier between the physical world and the immaterium. Of course, Adrianne would never admit to this; because something like this could _never_ happen to a talented psyker as herself!

Guide – Saved a band of arbiters from the underworld of a hive world during an uprising by using her powers of divination to avoid the roaming mobs and gangs and reached safety without incident. Not a single shot was fired during their escape.

Fireteam – During an Ork incursion, she helped a fireteam of six guardsmen hold off a much larger band of orks after their sergeant was injured through using her powers of divination to guide their fire, turning what had been originally green recruits into seemingly crack shots. Any Ork that left its cover was immediately put down from long range, and when they mounted a frenzied charge together, they didn't make it more than halfway across the field to the trenches before they were wiped out by precision fire.

Warpstorm over Mordran V - Adrianne was assigned to aid the planetary imperial garrison with culling a lesser greenskin uprising, assisting local Imperial Guard and Sisters of Battle forces with the purging when a warpstorm suddenly appeared over the otherwise peaceful colony world of Mordran V. Trapped on the planet, Adrianne found herself fighting for survival alongside her imperial guard as Chaos Ships appeared in orbit, and unleashed a ferocious invasion of the planet! Though the warpstorm only lasted for two weeks, by the time it had lifted, Mordran V had been transformed from a lush, promising garden world into a lifeless, daemon-infested hellscape, with most of its original population killed except for a few imperial strongholds that managed to weather the storm. Her experience from Mordran V would change Adrianne forever. What had been a cautious girl that had stepped onto the planet would instead emerge a seemingly reckless with little to no restraint on her powers!

[User]
Cole Cerus

Where are they, Cole thought as he scanned the area. Listening to what was being said while on the lookout for any sign of trouble. But, other than the statue returning to normal, nothing else happened. Nothing at all, no yell or a charge by Chaos cultists. Like this little stunt was not a precursor to anything like an ambush. Just blatant display of Chaos illusions and magic in the open like this. These Chaos cultists are bold for doing something like this, and Cole did not like it. Though the cultist might get too bold and slip up for the team to take advantage of. If they slip up and nothing is ever easy when Chaos is involved.

Cole stayed at the ready until Stukov approached and said to regroup. Giving Stukov a simple confirming nod and he lowered his weapon. Before returning to the team, he took one last look at the statue of the Emperor. Standing there as nothing had even happened, and it was never a heretical statue of Khorne. It made him think about what other tricks these cultists are willing to use on this world. Guess they will find that out.

Returning to the group but, listening for the sound of enemy fire or something noticeable just in case this is actually an ambush. Still, it was good that Andromedai was okay. Wearing power armor really makes it hard to get hurt. Though not so much for the tree that she hit and him if it was not for Adrianne's quick thinking. As the team discussed, Cole kept an eye out for anything, and when Adrianne sensed a psyker in a building nearby. Without looking at it and on comms just to be safe. "I suggest we pay our new friend a visit before they decide to run."

[Assistant]
The concept of using a person as a living warp bomb was a disturbing scenario for Celestian Andromedai, and one she had heard about but not truly witnessed until a short moment ago. How one person could explode with such force to send a fully armored individual flying like a childs toy across a large distance remained a question in the back of the Celestians mind, and one she would have to run past Adrianne when she had the opportunity to. At the moment though, the point that Stukov had brought up was a sound one. What had just happened was most likely designed to take out lighter armored targets, or to distract them from something happening elsewhere. "I would not be suprised Stukov, though not following up with a counter attack immediately afterwards is sloppy, even for those of Khorne. I believe that it was a distraction to keep us away from something. Celestian Andromedai glanced around her as if looking for something that stood out of the ordinary, or would guide them forward.

There was nothing at the moment, so she turned to Medaira to speak to their local friendly, albeit strange Tech-Priest. "Rituals and ambushes aside Medaira, the living warp bomb means they were prepared for us, and will continue to be in the future, I am sure of it." Andromedai took a few steps forward ahead of the group in a random direction, then paused to turn back towards her retinue. "Adrianne, what causes someone to explode like..." Celestian Andromedai paused in the middle of what she was saying and tilted her slightly to the left in concern as their Pysker clutched her head. "Adrianne, are you alright?" inquired Celestian Andomedai. This was answered though as Adrianne pointed towards the six story builds to their north. Andromedai opened her mouth and got part of a question out, "Are you sure? It could be a misdirection, attempting to..."

The Sister of Battle was unable to finish her sentence, as a hail of heavy bolter fire came from a window of the six story building Adrianne had pointed at. "Get into cover!" yelled Andromedai as she quickly charged forward and took cover behind a more solid object, which was a metal barrier set up for some unknown reason. Grabbing onto her Adrastus Bolt Caliver, she prepped the weapon ready to fire and took careful aim, pulling the trigger for the heavy bolter built into a normal bolter frame. The rounds flew towards where the hostile heavy bolter fire was coming from. The fire stopped for a moment, but then picked up once more, now focusing upon her position, "They are focused upon me, see if you can take out the main hostile." said Andromedai, a few short seconds before more heavy bolter fire opened up upon their position from higher up within the apartment complex.

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"THAT WASN'T A REQUEST FOR YOU TO PROVE ME RIGHT YOU BASTARDS!" The moment the heavy bolter opened up, Stukov roared at the assaulting weapons team as he ducked down and went for solid cover, finding himself right next to the Celestian behind the curiously placed metal barrier. They had room to move, at least, though trying to cross the open ground to get into the apartment building, fight his way up to the right floor, get through the barricades, and clear out the nest would take too long. Even if he was just sprinting up floor after floor, they didn't have the luxury of time to let the heavy bolter chew away at the cover. That meant he had to skip all that running, and he had a plan. It was an Emperor damned bad one, mind, but sometimes that was the primary option. Glancing over at where Smiles ended up, he spoke loud enough to be heard over the heavy bolter fire.

 "I can't get an angle on them from here, get me up there Smiles. I don't think this barricade will hold long enough to run in and up six flights of stairs. We can cut off anyone trying to escape from two directions then." Stukov was bracing himself, her method of travel was never pleasant, never would be he suspected, but none of those heretics would be ready for an irate, shotgun wielding armsman just appearing and slamfiring the shotgun and clearing out the room. His other options were firing his naval pistol, and hoping to land a hit, try and long arm a grenade up there, or just praying one of the other squad members could silence the gun from down here. Or charge in and fight his way up to the nest, but a heavy bolter would chew through a barricade in relatively short order.

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"Get into cover!"

Adrianne did not need the second warning. Her psychic senses were flaring up with alarm that something was terribly wrong with the position they were currently in. Too open, too exposed, and with a powerful feeling of ill-will from the house she had recently indicated.

No sooner had she stepped behind a heavy ornamental slab than a roar of heavy bolter fire ripped through the open plaza - hundreds of miniature explosions demolishing the stone floor and light cover with ease! She saw a spray of heavy bolter fire pass nearby, causing a beautiful fountain to simply disintegrate in a mist of stone and small rocks being flown about.

"Emperor's blood, since when did they bring a heavy bolter?!" Adrianne shrieked in frustration.

"I can't get an angle on them from here, get me up there Smiles. I don't think this barricade will hold long enough to run in and up six flights of stairs. We can cut off anyone trying to escape from two directions then."

The psyker turned to face the shorter armsman standing behind the metal barrier just a few feet away from her own cover.

"That's a bad idea... " She muttered, before glancing about.
"But staying here is even worse! Very well, do what you can to help us. I will take Stukov to the floor with the heavy bolter!"

Adrianne called back, taking a step forward; the tall psyker suddenly disappearing and reappearing next to Stukov and grabbing his arm.

"Lock and load, armsman." With that, she channeled her powers once more - focusing her mind on the house where the fire was coming from. Then in a violent ripple of purple light, the armsman and psyker would vanish!

For a brief instance, Stukov would feel every fiber of his being dragged across a vast, starlit black expanse. An unnatural sense of peril assaulting any primal instinct as a set of large demonic eyes eyed him for a moment with malicious glee - before he was sucked back into the materium along with Adrianne!

In a flash, they appeared in a finely made dining room turned into makeshift bunker. Six cultists were in the room, manning a large heavy bolter positioned against one of the windows. They were garbed in fine blue silk jerkins beneath black imperial guard flak armor and wearing vicious, gold-trimmed masks in the visage of leering, demonic faces. Fortunately, they seemed surprised at the sudden appearance, two of them still busy operating the heavy weapon, another two busy with the ammunition, meaning that only two of them were actually clutching their lasguns! Yet further voices from the other rooms and levels of the house could suggest a greater number of cultists still.

"Attack!" Adrianne shouted, gesturing with her hand as she drew on the residual energies left behind by their teleport - and pointing her palm at one of the cultists holding his lasgun. An unnatural howl echoed through the room as brilliant sparks of incinerating purple lightning that shot into him, blasting the cultist through one of the wooden walls!


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Two metal tonfas, Artorius and Gwenhwyfar (formerly Lawnslot). Both are identical, visually, save perhaps a few differences in internal mechanism. In the traditionally held position, the longest part of the body aligning along the forearm, the forward facing post is actually a shotgun barrel; though standard shells are the usual ammunition, dust rounds can be loaded instead. The storage area expands along the spine of the weapon. The recoil is often used for propulsion when useful. The primary length of each tonfa actually has a blade running along it, resembling one half of a sword, to be specific.

This is because both weapons are capable of combining into a large, long sword; Caledfwlch. The two weapons reconfigure in such a way as to create a long, straight two-handed sword with a straight crossguard. The shotgun barrels are reoriented as the crossguard, one pointing to the left and the other to the right, used to enhance the power behind his swings.

Artorius and Gwenhwyfar both have one other unique attribute; high capacity batteries built into their frame. Each battery continuously siphons a supply of Aura from Benjamin, building the energy up so long as they are, in some way, upon his person. This energy can be released with a button built in below the shotguns' triggers, on the handle of the combined blade, or on the handle of the smaller tonfas. The release of this energy usually is used to power his Semblance, and must be replenished over time when discharged.

Joyous Guard
Expansion Calibrated for Ultimate Resistance
B. Lloyd #8 of 7

An expansion device manufactured to work in conjunction with Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. In its default form the Joyous Guard is a tower shield, large and incredibly heavy. Two racks are integrated into its back side for holding the two tonfa when not in use. It can be held in hand, affixed to the forearm (vertically or horizontally) or stored on Benjamin's back. The top and bottom sides taper off into wedges, enabling it to be used as an offensive bludgeoning weapon when affixed horizontally to the forearm. Its connection to the forearm is carefully designed to ensure that both tonfa are compatible in use when the shield is in play, though Joyous Guard is primarily intended for use with Caletfwlch. The shield is manufactured from dense, durable metals, making it even heavier than it looks. For this reason Gravity Dust was used in its construction, making it nearly weightless in Ben's hand. Notably, however, it is Aura-coded to Ben's Aura; in the hands of anyone not on its whitelist, the Gravity Dust reverses and makes it too heavy to be lifted.

Joyous Guard's secondary configuration requires the use of Artorius and Gwenhwyfar. The shield unfolds, incorporating the transformation mechanisms in both tonfa to provide the necessary components for the configuration. Namely they provide part of the edges and part of the hilt of the immense two-handed sword Joyous Guard becomes. The effects of the Dust carry over in this form, ensuring that Ben can swing it almost as easily as he would Caletfwlch. In fact, due to the nature of F=ma, a swing from it will be many times as devastating with a fraction of the effort. Like Caleftwlch, the shotgun barrels incorporated into the hilt aid in granting increased force to its swings.

Finally, in a tertiary configuration, Joyous Guard can convert while affixed to Ben's forearm by splitting down the middle and orienting the magnetic racks used to hold Artorius and Lawnslot along the two horizontal halves. The Lightning Dust used to generate that magnetic field, in this form, cranks into overdrive to turn the shield into a forearm mounted electromagnetic cannon. Slow-firing, but incredibly potent in its offensive power. Artorius and Lawnslot are absolutely necessary for this configuration, as they provide the additional structural stability needed to let Joyous Guard withstand the considerable forces exerted. As a bonus, however, this makes their shotgun barrels useful in this configuration.
Specialty: Benjamin is a highly adaptable fighter. He lacks dedicated defensive capabilities, but his weapons serve very well as augmentation to forearm blocks. The lightweight nature of his weapons, however, also means that he is a highly agile fighter. His preference is to move as quickly as possible, landing strikes when opportunities present themselves and evading blows (blocking if absolutely unavoidable).

Use of both his Semblance and Caledfwlch is exceedingly rare, to the point that they have not yet been used during his career at Beacon. Both are abilities and options he keeps to himself, aces up the sleeve. Ultimately, his style permits him to act as the situation demands, though the drawback to the continuous siphoning of his Aura, as well as his lack of any dedicated defensive tools, is that his personal defenses are noticeably lower than others'.

Semblance: Deinamig: Benjamin is capable of using Aura to fuel an individual section of his body to well beyond its usual limits. Fueling his legs, for example, will drastically increase both speed and power of his legs, and fueling his arms will do much the same. This can, theoretically, be applied to any section of his body. The Aura for this is usually provided by the resevoirs built up within his weapons, but that supply is not infinite. If a situation arises where he is unable to tap into it (or it runs out) he can directly fuel his Semblance with his present Aura.

Personality: Benjamin is a friendly guy. He also, at first glance through his performance in school, nothing to write home about. Average or slightly above in all his classes, with the only oddities appearing once one takes a closer look. His homework assignments represent minimal effort, while all examination scores actually place him near the top of the grading scale. Between the two, depending on how the class is run, they average out to roughly average grades. In short, Benjamin doesn't bother to do his homework until the last minute, if at all. He conforms to a decidedly nonstandard view of what is important, and what is not. Things he views as "busy work", such as most homework assignments, are treated with at best casual disregard, while things he views as important (tests, examinations, practice, getting to know people) works at. His strange views actually are rooted in a single opinion; if it isn't something he needs to do in order to do well in his life, it doesn't really matter. People skills will be important, combat skills will be important, all of the knowledge he amasses will be important. So he takes his tests and exams seriously, but at the end of the day… Who's going to care, once he leaves Beacon, whether or not his did his vocabulary flash cards?

This practical viewpoint extends to many aspects of his life, but he will always make an effort to get to know people. His wit might be a little sarcastic at times, but anyone who he views as a friend will find that few will go to greater lengths for their friends. Aside from his practicality, which more than a few teachers might instead term "laziness", Ben has one other notable quirk. He seldom fights at full capacity. He believes it is always best to have an ace or two tucked away up the sleeve, so that if a situation ever arises where he simply can't handle it, or needs just a little more power… He has something to draw on.

Color: Steel Gray

Emblem: A single inverted sword set behind a shield emblazoned with a crown device.

Appearance: Benjamin is a few inches short of six feet, making about average height for his gender. He has an athletic build, obviously necessary given his school, but he isn't overly muscular.The fighting style he prefers requires nimble movements, mandating that he maintain both a reasonable muscle mass as well as his agility. A faint grin is his default expression, blue-gray eyes bright with life under slightly messy light brown hair. He wears the Beacon school uniform completely unmodified, though it isn't at all uncommon to see him take the coat off and carry it around. When not attending class (and thus not required to wear his uniform), he tends to default to jeans paired with a black or gray long sleeved shirt. Light but durable boots are his footwear of choice, as his usual field attire simply adds some lightweight gray armor over his torso, and perhaps greaves to his shins. Artorius and Lawsnlot are carried at his belt, one on either side.

[User]
Abel Fulgurate - Dorm

Once Abel's surprise at Shiro's unexpected entry and removal of clothes had worn off, he maintained a level of confusion about the same as Sapphire. All he could offer in response to her question was a bemused shrug. The thought flashed through his mind: without his usual armor on, shrugging proved to be a much more enjoyable feat. He made the resolve, then and there, to try and do it more often when unencumbered. "Don't know. But I doubt he would. Only two places to swim on campus, Port's probably got another Megaladeus in one and the other's a sheer drop off the airdocks."

The wheels in the guardian's head began to turn. Where and why exactly would a cat faunus go swimming? On the edge of his mind, the semblance of an idea took place, but try as he might he could not recall the details. "Must have lost something before traveling recently," he decided at last. "Don't know what though." A dubious glance shot Sapphire's way. "You goin' to Gren's party thing? Also, I had no idea you were in here. Um..." On the off chance she hadn't noticed, he elected to not mention that he'd released a quiet flatus about a chapter back in his book. Hey, he'd thought he was alone. "Your power, I guess."

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms

The ballpoint pen clicked shut with a resounding sense of finality. It paused against the surface of her notebook, almost frozen in the moment. Gratia looked back up, her onyx eyes once again staring at Luke Schwarz' face. She was watching him, studying the twitching of his muscles, her impassive gaze resting upon him for several long seconds.

"That will be the end of this phase of the experiment then," she said, voice still as flat and emotionless as it had been before.

Bringing about positive emotions in other people was far more difficult than its antithesis, and Gratia Mindaro could not care less for expending such effort on such a trivial matter. It was beneath her to bother, and the experiment itself was not so urgent that she would fucking try and cheer or amuse Schwarz just so his hair could do a loop-de-loop that defied common sense. Her results had already lived up to her expectations so far, and any further observations were not necessarily required.

Good science however, would only occur if she followed up on it.

And she refused to do lackluster work.

That meant she would have to continue her observations of Luke Schwarz at a better time, but it wasn't as if the Mistralese girl had anything better to fucking do.

[User]
Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms

Vega opened the door into her Dorm, when she came upon the sight of Gratia…and then two other individuals, one she did not know of, one of them with a piece of his hair standing upwards. She took a glance at the Otter Faunus, as this was Bianca replacement…respectable but common clothing to Vega tastes. Perhaps this Mistral faunus was a member of the lower class but she knew not to open up with questions and remarks like that only until they reveal who they truly were. Her anger towards Gratia when she upstanded her in an entire class had died down, she was still annoyed by her though but relaxed herself by discarding all thoughts of cheese man and Ms. Gracious upstanding her.

"So what's up" as she said it to everyone in her dorm, with a calm friendly demeanor.

[Assistant]
Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm

The day went on as the time for excitement faded temporarily.

Sangue sat still on her bed, reading through a letter she received not too long ago. The Grimm Studies class eventually ended well enough for her to leave without injuries. Although she did help someone out, she came to a realization that she needed to think a bit more wisely before jumping straight into a risky situation. Perhaps listening to her comrades would get her on a very smooth road to improvement.

"..."

The red-haired woman carefully put the letter away as she lay on her bed, her eyes slightly shut. She ended up wearing a new sarashi because the one she had used earlier became very worn-out.

[User]
Sangue read her letter, Lauren flipped her coin, and Amy was fighting her way through the daze of painkillers. The fourth bed in the room, unlike any of the others, was covered with a chaotic mass of blankets. The mass hadn't been there that morning. It had somehow grown up over the course of the day, coming into existence almost completely unnoticed when no one else had been in the room. A bottle of acetaminophen and a half-empty glass of water stood on the nightstand next to it, but otherwise, the region was completely still. BASL's captain had not been seen for an hour or two, either, but any connection that might have had to the aberrant blanket growth was unexplored.

Until, of course, after Lauren's most recent coin flip effort the mass shifted. The entire mound seemed to scoot across the mattress towards the nightstand, slowly and painstakingly. A single appendage slipped its way out of the mound, reached into the nightstand drawer, and rummaged around. As soon as it had laid hand on what it wanted, apparently a small energy drink, it retreated back into the mound. All was, once again, still.

Until a few minutes later when Benjamin Lloyd finally poked his head out from the cocoon and blinked slowly, surveying the room. Another blink, and the captain idly brushed a few stray groups of hair back into place. Another, and he set the empty can on his nightstand. He stared at each teammate in turn, then sat up, slowly casting off the remnants of his lair.

"S'been a long day." The team captain yawned and stretched. "Whatever we do, and wherever we go, we should make sure there's food. Skipped dinner. Pharmacy might not be bad. Think Amy and I used half the painkillers in the room."

"Anyone got any big ideas for the night?"


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Purpose: Seeking experiences in the west to be used in writing western novels.

Description: "Finney" or "Gene" as he is often called stands 5' 8" tall and weighs 147 Lbs. He has an oval shaped face with steel grey eyes and dark brown hair kept short, with no facial hair. At age 21, he prefers to be clean; immaculately dressed. He understands he will need to get a bit dirty for his adventures and is willing to make that sacrifice. He appears to be a fancy lad from Boston because that is how he dressed when he attended university.

Backstory: Finney was a boy during the Civil War. His father too old for the war, worked as the community doctor in Gloucester, Massachusetts. Typically, a fishing village, Phineas had no intention of sailing, working with fish or working as a doctor. He appreciated the gentle life his father provided him and his seven brothers and sisters, but Finney was a dreamer.

He read the newspapers during the war, enthralled with the stories about the war and life out west. As a young boy he desired traveling to the frontier and living the life of a cowboy; going on adventures and learning how to survive.

While studying English, Writing and Rhetoric at Amherst College, Phineas became infatuated with life in the wild west. He decided he would travel out west to experience life in the west and write novels about his experiences. While a student at Amherst, he played on the college baseball team, earning a nick name as Three-fingered-Finney. It never stuck and disappeared when he traveled west. The nickname had more to do with how he threw a baseball. When most of the other players used all five fingers, Finney used only three; the forefinger, middle finger and thumb to throw the ball. His accuracy was so fine, he was played at Pitcher for the Amherst team.

After packing his bags, buying a Colt Single Action, Army pistol or Peacemaker chambered in .45 caliber and a few outfits he thought would fit in out west, he said his good byes to his family and boarded a train. It was a trip that took him more than a few weeks. When he arrived in Pecos, Texas, he thought maybe he was in over his head. He purchased a horse. He nothing about horses, but bought a Morgan horse for $90 and named him Josiah or "Josie". The horse was dark brown with a white splotch or line running down the face of his long nose. Finney purchased a saddle blanket, western saddle with horn, saddle bags, bed roll and a 100' length of rope because every photograph he saw of the old west, cowboys had ropes on their saddles.

With his gun belt strapped on, .45 Colt SAA on his right hip and every bullet slot filled around his belt, he mounted Josiah, heading west in the open country. He had a knife to skin small animals in the even he caught one, but wore his old brown bowler; the same one he wore at Amherst College. He didn't feel right with the western style hat and decided he would keep the bowler as a signature of his past.

In his saddle bags, he stored a writing tablet, inkwell and pens as well as some hard tack in case he couldn't find food and a feed bag for Josiah as well as some fruit and vegetables for the horse as treats and a small copy of the bible. He carried the money his father gave him on his person at all times.

His first night in the desert, he felt as though he were going to starve, He couldn't find anything to hunt to cook and he couldn't start a fire with the flint and tinder he used. The next day he rode about ten miles before setting up camp. He tried again with the fire and could not start a fire. He did however hunt and kill a rabbit, but failed to cook it. On his third day, he came upon a stranger who had a fire and asked if he would share his fire with him. The man was friendly. Finney cooked the rabbit and shared it with his host. He finally sated his three day old hunger.

After a week on the road, Finney made it to Sweetwater, having adjusted to life on the road. The sacrifice of being dirty, he committed to himself in New England was nothing compared to the sacrifice of food he endured at the beginning of his journey. Fortunately at the saloon, he was able to purchase a meal and a beer at the saloon. Phineas was a happy man.

Equipment:
 - Colt Single Action, Army pistol or "Peacemaker" chambered in .45 caliber
- Three western shirts (white, light blue, red)
- Three pair of trousers (blue, brown, black)
- Western style boots (brown)
- Brown leather vest
- Brown bowler (hat)
- Morgan horse named Josiah or "Josie".
- saddle blanket
- western saddle with horn
- saddle bags
- bed roll
- a 100' length of rope
- gun belt
- 100 rounds of .45 ammo
- a knife
- a writing tablet
- inkwell
- pens
- hard tack (ate it up on the ride to Sweetwater)
- a feed bag for Josiah
- an assortment of fruit and vegetables for the horse as treats
- a small copy of the bible.
- $235 (remaining money his father gave him as a gift)

Relationships:
 - Ezekiel O'Connell, Father, wealthy New England Doctor. Phineas loves his father, writing letters to the man while away from home.
- Charlotte O'Connell, Mother, Kind hearted woman who worries about her children daily.
- Albert O'Connell, 29, brother, chose a life on the sea in the US Navy serving as a Lieutenant.
- Frederick O'Connell, 28, brother, plays the violin in the Boston City Orchestra. Teaches music in Boston.
- Clara Donohue (O'Connell), 26, Sister, married Arthur Donohue who works as a Law Enforcement officer in Gloucester.
- Isabella Grieve (O'Connell), 24, Sister, married Walter Grieve who works as a fisherman.
- Harold O'Connell, 22, brother, married Julia (Murphy) and works in Finance in Boston. Graduate of Boston College
- Sophia O'Connell, 19, sister, student at Emerson College studying Latin.
- Edward O'Connell, 17, Brother, student at Boston College.
Name: William "Billy" Kingsley

Purpose: Looking for work

Description: Billy, aged 26 stands 6' 2" tall and weighs 180 Lbs. He has dark blackened skin, African black hair and brown eyes. Billy has more than a few scars on his arms and torso from time spent in the US Cavalry. He wears his old blue cavalry trousers with the yellow stripe on the legs. He also wears a white shirt and a black vest. He traded in his US Army kepi for a black Dakota style leather cowboy hat with the forward edge of the brim drooping way down over his eyes. He gave his blue jacket to an Indian at some point in time. He didn't want it anymore. There are three eagle feathers tucked into the hat band. He wears his black leather cavalry boots as well. The Apache call him, "Elan Itza-chu" which means Friendly Great Hawk, due to his personality and ability to know what is going on around him. It is as though he were a great hawk looking down at the world.

Backstory: William Kingsley grew up near Oswego, Illinois. His father, Lucius Kingsley was a runaway slave from Shreveport, Louisiana. Lucius married Emiline, who had no prior last name. The woman was a runaway slave from Tupelo, Mississippi. Lucius and Emiline found each other in Chicago, IL after their escape to freedom, fell in love and settled into farming south of the city near Oswego.

Lucius chose not to serve during the war between the states, but by then he and his wife had five children to raise. His oldest son, William and other sons helped him with chores around their farm. Lucius' youngest child was his favorite, Clarabelle, born around the time of the firing on Fort Sumter in 1861.

When he was old enough, William enlisted in the Army, serving in the newly formed 10th Cavalry regiment. William's brothers in arms, quickly picked up the moniker of "Buffalo Soldiers" from the native tribes who inhabited Indian Territory (Oklahoma) and other territories of the plains as well as Texas. The Natives didn't know what to make of the black soldiers, just they were the same color as the buffalo whom they hunted.

William was treated fairly in the army, but the days were long, and the work was hard. He fought in several engagements with the natives. He learned the language of the Comanches (Comancheros) and the Apache (Mescalero) tribes. He also knows a little Spanish (Mexico). Albeit Billy never had an education and cannot read or write but has a propensity towards learning foreign languages. He can speak English, Apache, Comanche and Spanish, but can't read or write anything.

When Billy left the army, he kept his horse, pistol belt, sidearm, saddle, tack and harness as well as his uniform equipment. He picked up a rifle shortly after leaving the military, insuring he has sufficient ammunition. He abandoned his cavalry saber to a young Mescalero some time ago.

Billy has been in the panhandle of Texas, Apache country for a few years and is looking for work. He has done several odd jobs in the past but needs something now. He wandered into the saloon in Sweetwater with this quest in mind.

Equipment:
- Henry Rifle (.44 caliber)
- Colt SAA Pistol (.45 caliber)
- Bowie Knife
- Mustang Horse named "Rose" (female) black and white paint
- One spare shirt (light blue)
- Yellow Neckerchief
- One pair of trousers (US Army Cavalry)
- US Cavalry boots (black)
- Black vest
- Black leather Dakota styled cowboy hat
- saddle blanket (traded US Army blanket for multi colored one from a Commanche)
- western saddle with horn
- saddle bags
- bed roll
- gun belt
- 250 rounds of .45 ammo
- 170 rounds of .44 Henry ammo
- a Bowie knife
- a feed bag for Rose
- an assortment of fruit and vegetables for the horse as treats
- $13.65

Relationships:
Lucius Kingsley, father, farmer in Illinois
Emiline Kingsley, mother
David Kingsley, 24, brother, farmer in Illinois
Amos Kingsley, (22), brother, troublemaker, killed by whites in St. Louis, MO
Joseph Kingsley, 20, brother, farmer in Illinois
Clarabelle, 14, sister, lives with family on the farm in Illinois. She is Billy's father's pride and joy.

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@Kelewen

SERGIO WESTWOOD

The bounty hunter made his way forward towards the entrance of the next car with Taylor; Firing off a few shots at the bandits around the next train car. Turning towards William and Phineas before he left the car: "Come on you two; let's shake up some dust. He could see Mistihkoman was in a fight with another native; he was not sure how to proceed and help his native ally. "What should we do?" He asked Taylor not to fire and accidentally hit Mistihkoman.

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William noted the reluctance of the outlaws to show themselves around the sides of the train. He considered moving through or over the freight cars to get a shot at who was back there. He did not know how many were left. He figured there couldn't have been too many; maybe three or four? It would have been nice to know the answer to that question.

"Come on you two; let's shake up some dust." Sergio yelled from the front of the passenger car. William and Phineas looked up at Sergio acknowledging the invitation to join the others in their push into the Express car. William knew whoever was towards the rear would be slow in moving forward along the train and decided it might be more important to protect the cargo in the Express Car, since that was what they were hired to do.

"Finney," Billy muttered. "Let's join the others. You'll do fine, kid." Billy got up, trotting toward the other end of the passenger car with Finney on his heals. When he reached Sergio and Taylor, he saw Misthikoman wrestling with the Navajo man. There wasn't a lot of room in the Express Car. He then considered his idea of climbing onto the top of the car to shoot the men towards the rear. "How about we go up on top of the car here and stop anyone from entering the express car from the other end or from hitting the engineer? There isn't a whole of room to get by Misti and the Navajo."

Billy became squeamish on the idea of riding on top of a train while moving. Maybe Sergio or Taylor would join Billy. It certainly would not be prudent for all four of them to go up there. Two could do the job.

@BingTheWing

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@Landain

Taylor obliged, he figured that the native could probably handle himself. "You, uh, Sergio! That's your name, right? We gotta catch up with Bobby!" He also turned to Finney and Billy. "Uh, you two.. yeah, that sounds good. Try head them off from the back!"

He pointed upwards, at the roof of the express car under which Misti and Sparrow were fighting. "We can climb over this car to get to the front!" He started to climb the railings, intending to fight Bobby from the roof of the car.

[Assistant]
Finney became a bit squeamish at the idea of climbing over the top of a moving rail car. "Maybe we could just shoot the Indian Misti is fighting with?" He mumbled when William and Taylor spoke of the climb.

William looked at Finney, he grabbed him by the shoulder and spoke directly into his face, "one of these days, son, you are going to have to prove to someone you have a pair of balls between your legs. Quit being a Nancy and do something!"

"I could shoot that Indian," Finney uttered again. "Then no one would have to climb over the rail car."

"you really think you can hit him? You've been shooting a pistol for one week and you think you can do it without hitting Misti?" William was concerned for Finney, but knew the kid lacked confidence. "If your heart is not in it, stay on this platform." William turned, climbing the ladder onto the roof of the Express car. He looked to see if anyone was going to join him.

He crouched low. Low enough to drag a hand along the top of the rail car. He had slung the Henry rifle over his body, as he didn't want to drop it, but did draw his Colt .45, ready to use it against Bobby or Linch or whomever he might have to kill.


[System]
* Appearance:
4'9", 90 lbs. compared to his 6'0" 150 lbs twin brother.
* Age: 14
* Personality: He has big shoes to fill and he is trying his best. But the doubt can be seen, its in his pose and in his voice. He acts uncertain when made to over-think things, he is 'passionate' when driven and reckless to prove himself.
* Motive to live: "I fight, flora beautiful world."
* Background:
Imagine that you're holding on to two bottles and they drop on the floor. What happens? They both break. But it's how they break that's important. Because, you see, while one bottle crumples into a pile of glass, the other shatters into a jagged-edged weapon. You see, the exact same environment that forged older brother into a warrior crushed baby brother. Now here's the twist, the runt is the older brother.

Its no surprise the world was hell in a handbag, day by day it was getting more different. The two boys thought they were safe in aristocratic society, one of those big folk who buy their way out of trouble. The kids engaging in pointless arts like horseback riding and rapier fighting, that is until the colony they lived on was destroyed. The two survived in an escape pod worth more than most spaceships and worth every penny. They were rescued and prepped for having survived first contact with the enemy, the bigger stronger brother was fitted for an armor, but he couldn't take the stresses of the training and took his own life. "The world is so, damn, ugly." Those were the last words on his bloody lips.

Initially, his brother was meant to be the great hero, Now that it was passed to him, he asked for a number of changed made to the system. His brothers frame was causing massive synchronization failures as he felt he was fighting his brothers ghost in the machine like bickering siblings. He went back to formula and plugged into the system as he designed a new frame of aesthetically pleasing form whose function would be built from. He went from negative synchronization to over sixty in days. Well worth the heavy price as he signed over all family holdings and companies to continue the funding for the project. No, for the survival of the species and a beautiful world.
* Notable Deaths: His twin brother, the one who the frame was made for.
* Other things:

Synchro Rate: 86
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* Framewerk Code Name: Rose
* Appearance:
* Signature Weapon System:
Rose whip: A reached melee weapon system made for adaptability on the field, each section is its own separate motor capable of gordianknot contortions and ease of replacement between missions. The two main attack functions beyond lashing until a constriction can be made are the piston jabs of the thorns once wrapped around a limb for deeper penetration or each independently spinning to grind whatever it is to dust and crimson mist
* Secondary Weapon System: Rose bouquet: Retracting both of the 'hands' and dropping the head into the chest, the flowers on the crown and wrists openwide to function as a shield while the frame looks a lot like a rosebush
* Armor Type:
Medium protection melee assault armor built to endure long enough to land terrible blows. The 'vine wrap' on one leg is actually a depiction of 'either/or' for BOTH legs once he closes to melee range as his brother was originally going to use Savate for combat.
* Special Ability:

[User] Ryan curses as the glue mine goes off, taking away his number one skill: mobility. He sends a few louder choice words over the radio as Koehler picks him up then drops him. Then, a barrage of missiles, from the Caliburn, bombards Macabre. Red lights are flashing every where, Ryan quickly checks his diagnostics. All systems are still functioning however the Frame's hull is damaged... Pretty badly. So Ryan and Macabre are wounded, stuck, and pissed off. Macabre sends Visceral in an upward motion, hoping to disable Caliburn's other arm. Then all of the Frame's boosters ignite, attempting to free itself from the glue.

[Assistant]
"Uhh, I'll try," Elora responded to Koehler's order as Diver flew closer to Macabre. "But I think you should forfeit, you don't sound-" She then backed away by instinct when Caliburn opened fire on on the other stuck Framewerk. She could have taken that attack in place of Ryan, but her meek nature took over her. The two were now about to free themselves from the trap, so Elora had to act fast if she wanted to save him. There wasn't much time for him left; his Framewerk wasn't supposed to take any damage, and it was a miracle Macabre was even functional at this point. She heard the announcement, but ignored it, too swept up in the moment to realize that could have had been something for her to consider.

She thrust around to Caliburn's backside, and activated her drones' scanning routine again. She typed on the keyboard like a maniac; her fingers nailed lines of code on the program while her eyes darted back and forth on the screen. She came up with the idea of bypassing repetitive data already collected when the Black Komodo's data was processed and repurposing the scanning to only take data unique to the Caliburn model.

She collected the data in a new record time, and as she was transmitting this data to Ryan and Koehler she was already executing offensive mode on her drones: the moment they finished scanning, the disc-like objects extended laser turrets from their insides and began firing on Caliburn. They were mildly effective, comparable to mosquito bites on a human, but they came in a mass swarm of shots, and thus sure to distract even the most focused of pilots. Then Elora raised up Diver's ABR and revved it up just as the Caliburn freed itself from the glue. The Framewerk aimed it at one of the three weak points she discovered on the mighty giant, which was a joint between the Caliburn's chassis and the thruster systems. Elora bit her tongue, and opened fire.

[User]
Koehler, still feeling really goddamn strange, went over his options. Thinking, he really, really should forfeit... "Fff... What the hell is wrong with me?!". It's almost like his damn psyche was slowly killing itself behind his back. Is something wrong with the neural systems of his werk? "Goddamnit command! I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING! What the hell is this? Is this a joke? Give me a reading damnit, what the hell is wrong with my Werk? Is something wrong with me?". Hnng... It was getting painful to think. No matter, he's had worse trips. "Give me something command, while you get your HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES, I'll be trying to continue anyway!...Fuck..."

Koehler flew off, not even saying goodbye to Elora, and went for the Tower. Hopefully, at the top, he could get his bearings. ...Well, and if someone was already there, he'll have to just punch their shit repeatedly. ...What if he just made the tower fall over? That'd be hilarious! A nice big thump could get his mind out of the gutter it was in. Maybe. He paid no heed to anything else, still sort of in his confused, half-broken state.

...Wait, what the fuck was he doing? He said he'd help Elora, he should help Elora! Right? Oh wow, he really had no idea what he was doing! Fuck, he really should just forfeit. "...Hah...heheheheheh! Goddamn Elora, you really are smart aren't you? I should forfeit, I can't continue! I forfeit! I forfeit! Heh... I forfeit..." His Werk simply stopped its' engines and glided, falling face-first into the base of the tower, the pain being relayed to Koehlers' own head.

Koehler then turned his Framewerk until it faced skyward, sitting, resting its' back on the Tower. He watched as Elora and the others did battle. He told himself what he thought of the situation, "...God damn Harold you really are that pathetic...", then burst into a short, quiet fit of laughter. With slowly regaining composure, he wondered "What's wrong with me?"

[Assistant]
Roxy and Diver closed in on the trapped pair of Frames, and Lora was now certain she was in big trouble. Her missile storm was enough to blast Macabre's meager armor apart, but it did little to actually cripple the Frame, and she had no time to wait for the launchers to reload. In the meanwhile, Diver was able to easily collect all sorts of integral data of Caliburn she could use to her advantage-

No, wait, what was Koehler doing? Flicking a channel switch, Lora heard the mumblings and outbursts of a raving man. What had happened to Roxy's pilot? Had he hit his head silly, or just smuggled in some illicit substances and suffering the consequences? Lora wasn't given the time contemplate that, as she was all too quickly assaulted by a barrage of lasers from behind, rocking the Frame and sending jolts up the control harness.

The voices returned, for but a moment. Incomprehensible as ever, but she thought she could recognize something...

Desperate to gain some control back into her hands, Lora growled out with a determined sneer and gunned Caliburn's thrusters. Blowing off several drones behind her, the knightly Framewerk struggled against the pool of goo at her feet. A haphazard slash from Visceral hacked apart the plating on her right arm, igniting another grunt of pain and reducing the arm's functions to basic movements, at best.

As Macabre tried to boost away, though, Caliburn attempted pursuit by boosting forward in a full-power shoulder charge. If she could at least run into Macabre to knock it off-balance, she could follow with a last-resort Lightstriker slash to try and take Ryan down with her.

And then Elora, behind her all this time, took the shot. Off the original mark ever so slightly, but not by enough to matter. One, and then several more cannon-grade bullets mashed into the broad side of Caliburn's back, pelting at the main thrusters. The glue finally degraded and gave way, and with a violent sputter, the normally controlled burners erupted in rocketing flames - an explosive force that threw Caliburn forward somewhat, but offered far less actual acceleration otherwise.

Battered and crumbling, but not done yet, Lora held the throttle open, committing to her previous plan. Any attempt to use the thrusters after this would prove disastrous, but that wasn't her concern. She would fight to her very last as she was meant to.

[User]
Yeshua has kept a low profile up to this moment, watching the others in zone A as they took down the Black Komodo. It was clear to him that if he should have taken his stand in equal ground with them he would have also been crushed like him. But Miles' arrogance turned out favorable to him: he provided an ample distraction while he took aim with his high-accuracy rifle, having his thrusters activated at low power to provide stability in water: it wasn't enough propulsion to lift Anzu out of the water, but enough to keep him still; an unconventional use for them, but ingenious for the pious pilot.

Soon he spotted a proper moment to strike out, and it would be against the other long-range Framewerk out of them, Archer. It made sense to pick out Krista out of the two who still lingered in zone A; Romeo didn't have any ranged weapons for all he knew, and thus placed him in lower priority for now. Yeshua took his time aiming for the Archer's cannon, making sure the bullet would pierce the very base of the weapon and cause it to malfunction: with her long-range cannon destroyed, he could then focus on her buddy Rose and his melee-based fighting style. With a silent prayer, Yeshua squeezed the trigger, and took the shot.

After he took the shot, Anzû dove into the water, swam to the other side and ran out of the water and into zone E, the Broken Hills. The area provides cover better suited for him than zone B would have, with broken monuments scattered all around, not to mention hills for uneven terrain. The Framewerk lied down behind a fallen pillar and rested his high-accuracy rifle on top of it, his sensors set to alternate between the lake and the top of the tower now that he was out of range of the two. He could hardly be seen in the zone, but he also didn't know from what direction they would come in. This was his best chance at coming out on top in this battle, while the majority of other Framwerks were on the other side of the arena. It was going to be 2-against-1, but he did what he could to tip the odds in his favor, and fight to the very end. He wasn't going to back down at this point.

[Assistant]
Apparently everyone else had their own agendas to attend to as Diver and Roxas went their own ways.

"Alright then, I'll leave first. Cover me please. Romeo, I am waiting for you in Zone G. I'll try to cover you while you get over here."

He pinged an acknowledgement to her screen of a thumbs up rather than speak as a speed of thought transmission. He took a crouched position with gun ready as he tried to survey the area for threats. He was grateful that she had managed to make it to the base of the tower unmolested before he began his flight after her like a game of leapfrog.

That is when the shot rang out. He had been so busy looking for mechs, he had forgotten there was more than one sniper in the game. By the time his regular systems tried to process a projectile path, the vicinity of the snipers position near the beach was vacant. Sadly this would have to do for now as his frame had no such specialties.

He landed his frame beside hers and activated his right arm's shield as he kept the rifle in his left hand to try and protect her. His eyes wandered to the forfeited frame and pondered his unused weapon over the single burst he had with his rifle, but no, there was a difference between taking from the fallen and robbing from the weak.

Archer, are you alright?


[System]
Team Midnight

]"And this also," said Marlow suddenly, "has been one of the dark places of the earth." - Joseph Conrad,  Heart of Darkness

"Darkness is just a lack of light. Doesn't have to be bad. Most people make it that way, though."
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: 6'1" and built like a brick, Martin doesn't look terribly slim or quick. His auburn hair frames a face more often smiling than not--but the slight dark tinge to his brown eyes seems to betray an incredibly focused and determined mind. His average sized nose is twisted slightly if one looks closely, as if it was broken and set at one point in time. His breadth and physical size belie the deftness of his movements, his body giving no impression of the carefully measured and gentle movements he uses, the power of his body always restrained. His chin looks like it's accustomed to taking hits, often defiantly set in the face of combat. Martin's ordinary outfit is as pictured, a dark blue t-shirt under a maroon jacket, the Archer's Talons in glove form on his hands.

Weapon Name: Collectively, the Archer's Talons. Martin calls them the Bruise Brothers.

Weapon Appearance/Function:
Type: Extremely close range, transformative weapon.
Weapon Derivation: Gauntlets.
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: Normally, the Talons look like a pair of metal, fingerless gloves that Martin almost constantly wears. Alternatively, Martin can sheath them in their second form across his back.
Form 1: In their main combat form, the Talons beef up, becoming more heavily plated and extending plates over Martin's fingers to protect them. Spikes spout out of the knuckles, and upon impact any Dust cartridge that is in the gauntlets explodes outward.
Form 2: The gauntlets meld together, becoming a rather odd and segmented looking longsword. The blade can be enhanced with Dust, but Martin seldom uses this form.
Form 3: The Talons' only ranged form, two bow arms spring out of the sides of the left gauntlet, a metallic cord unwinding into the form of a crossbow string between them. This form can fire "arrows" formed from Dust; however, its firing rate is fairly low. An accurate, powerful weapon, but limited by speed.

Personality: Martin may joke or act goofy at times, but below it all is a feeling of pure focus. His eyes never seem to zone out, their brown gaze always peering at something with some purpose--if he's entirely disinterested in what's happening, they're generally closed so he can focus on his own thoughts. On the battlefield, trying to talk to him about anything except the current flow of the mission will result in (at best) a monosyllabic reply, his relatively one-track mind devoting all of its resources to the combat at hand and the safety of his team. He takes on all such tasks with the same single minded approach--it's not worth doing if it's not worth doing well. He does not take kindly to manipulation, nor to anyone attempting to distract him for their own purposes, nor to anyone threatening the safety of those he cares about, even slightly. His competitive edge can somewhat get in the way of these attributes.

History: Martin has lived a life of driven ambition. From his earliest memories he has been pushed to be better, to get tougher, to perfect himself and apply his entire being to whatever pursuit he undertakes. Drive was his defining aspect through his time at Signal, as he took up boxing classes outside of the academy, working out when he had nothing else to fill his time. Consequently, his social life is somewhat lacking—not due to lack of skill, but due to the fact that he didn't have enough time for friends during younger years. Several friends drew him out of his shell during his final year at Signal, finally getting him involved in social activities. Whether that complete and focused drive will reassert itself or he becomes more social during his time at Beacon will depend on the actions of his team and how much he cares for them…

Emblem:
Stopgap until I can make my own.

Other:

Color: Maroon. Color Code: 800000
Combat Style: Martin's a fast, strong combatant who relies more on blocks than dodging. His gauntlets are used ordinarily to knock an opponent's blows away and prepare to retaliate, and his talents are more focused on taking hits than on completely avoiding them. His strength, however, is by far his greatest asset.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Martin is very strong and durable, and his Semblance aids with his physical ability. Add that to his iron will and you've got a soldier able to power through pain to see his mission to its end. Since his fighting style relies on him being able to tough it out, however, he can easily go too far and get himself seriously injured, where a more agile fighter would escape nearly unscathed. Mentally speaking, his temper is always pushing at the boundaries he has set for it.

Semblance: Tenacious Will
Tenacious Will is Martin's indomitable mind given physical prowess. So long as he maintains complete and utter mental focus, Martin's world seems to slow, his actions become faster, and he hits harder and can take more. A few limitations: physical pain, while possible to ignore while he's in the state, will prevent him from entering it. Harm to his teammates can distract him from the absolute drive he needs to keep to maintain his semblance.

Harm them enough, however, and his fury will overcome his pain and distraction to drive him into his Semblance state.

Any injuries received while under the influence of Tenacious Will have the same effects as always once he falls out of his state, so maintaining Aura while using his Semblance is key.

[User]
I suppose the Wayback joke has already been used. Oh well, everybody hop into TARDIS.

Light Vrangr Tuesday Morning

 Light woke up that morning, slightly befuddled, but not for the obvious reason. Alight, I've made it to Beacon. He thought as he went about his morning routine. I've taken the first big step forward on achieving my life's goal. I feel like I should be more...excited, euphoric, even. But, I'm not sure how I feel. He pondered this as he finished up and, hearing the announcement, set off for initiation.

 Light stiffled a yawn as Glenwich and Ozpin traded turns speaking to the students. Light had already looked over them and dismissed most of them as too weak to even swing some of their massive, gaudy, overdone weapons, much less even throw a decent punch. I bet they give every new students the same speach. He thought as Ozpin rambled on about compassion and dedication and such. He was vaguely disappointed when he first met Ozpin. From his reputation, Light expected him to be a lot more... He searched for the correct word. Just a lot more. A lot more than the shabby old man who needed his cane for balance that he appeared to be. Light was dejected upon hearing that they would be forced to work with partners and in teams. I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need anyone else, they will only slow me down. He thought, arrogantly.

 Light did know well enought to pay attention as their goal was defined and described. Light rolled his eyes. "So, their plan is to throw a bunch of armed kids into a wood, filled with hostle nightmares who would gladly tear your intestines out your nose to find a tiny chrystal needle in a leafy haystack and those that survive will be recruited to do even more insane, dangerous, and insanely dangerous things. He grinned. Sounds like fun. He thought.

 A slight problem then occurred to Light. How will they get down there? His question was soon answered as a kid was launched, sceaming like a girl, but cussing like a sailor into the green abyss below. If Light hadn't known his turn soon, he would have busted out laughing. Light immediately understood he needed to do, and he started calculating force, trajectory and planning his landing in his head. One by one, each were launched, as luck would have it, Light was near the end of the line, and, consequently, one of the last to be launched. He brought his Dynamos out and braced himself, deciding to go in a shallow arc, which should maximize his chances of landing without injury.

Twang!!!

And, almost before he knew it, the ground lept out from below him and he was flying though the air, like a bird. He soared, actualy laughing alound from the exhilarating feeling of moving at such a fast speed. He felt his upward momentum slow and he started on the downward arc. He leaned back so he feet were infront of him, pointed at the ground and he spread his arms. He directed his five Dynamos to support him, one on each arm, one under each foot, and the fifth on standby. He used his aura to supply the power, and increased their upward thrust. He slowed his fall enough to drop the last couple feet to the ground. He casualy brought his dynamos to hover around his shoulders and he took a look around.

 The forest was bright, colorful and still. A sleepy chirp of a bird could be heard and a slight wind wound through the undergrowth, rustling leaves and branches. No Grimm or, for that matter, other students could be seen, although all the plants made it difficult to see anymore than several meters away. Some way to see through obsticals would be very useful. Light thought, and he made a mental note to look into that. He located north, by the sun he could barely see through the trees and set off in that direction.

[Assistant]
Razor WhiteFang - Emerald Forest - Tuesday Morning

Raven
Razor darted through the forest keeping an eye out for both the Grimm and the other students. He couldn't take a chance in finding another student and being paired up with them. He needed to keep others safe from his Semblance until he could gain control of it. Razor came to a screeching halt and his eyes widened as he saw the figure standing in front of him.

"It can't be," Razor said as he stared at his nightmares self he saw last night. It still wore the Grimm mask over its face and he saw the same black liquid drip from the bottom of the mask. He couldn't see it, but he felt the sadistic crooked smile it wore behind the mask. His nightmare self walked behind a tree and Razor ran followed suit, but when he ran around the tree he saw nothing but open forest. The black liquid that dripped from the bottom of the mask and onto the forest floor was now gone.

"Calm down, it's just a residual from the nightmare. Nothing more and nothing less," Razor said as he sighed. But what does it mean when a nightmare is seen while you're a wake? What does it mean? Razor couldn't think of it too long and continued to the northern end of the forest.

"Just got to make it there and all should be," Razor said before he slid to a stop and saw the student in front of him. He was a 5'6 male with white hair and wore a white coat and pants with a black and purple shirt under the coat. "Fine" Razor sighed as he rubbed his eyes.

"This is just perfect," Razor sighed. well there goes that plan.

[User]
Light Vrangr

 Light tenced as he suddenly heard something coming toward him, through the trees. He caught a glimpse of color and he knew it wasn't Grimm. It was something far worse...another student. Light aruptly looked at the ground, to avoid eye contact, spun on his heel and stalked in the opposite direction, ignoring the other's existance.

[Assistant]
Martin Chestnut-Feelin' it Coming in the Air-Tuesday Morning

Even putting the silliness of putting teammates together based on chance alone aside, this entire initiation ceremony seemed to be a lot more of a hazing ritual than any kind of school mandated function. Literally throwing a bunch of teenagers into the middle of hostile territory, teaming them with random total strangers, and then forcing them to fight for their lives didn't just appear irresponsible--it appeared downright ludi--

THIS IS BULLSHIT

If Martin had had a little more time to think he could have gone farther, but there's not a lot of thinking that goes on when flying through the air hundreds of feet above the ground other than that focused on surviving.

Wind whipping past his face, Martin closed his eyes, mentally searching for the small, hard knot in the depths of his mind, that small slight voice that kept him controlled... And found it, grabbing hold and loosing it. His eyes opened again, his flight through the air seeming to slow even as he triggered his gauntlets into their active form. The metal digits extended over his fingers, whirring tighter, the Dust channels running through them aligning into functioning order.

None too soon. The forest was looming, despite the slowing passage of time. Martin fixated on a single branch, the one he was hurtling toward, extending both arms upward, bracing his Aura against the hits he was about to take. He snagged the limb, joints wrenching and Aura struggling as he shifted his velocity back so he was heading mostly upward, trying to take the force out of his horizontal momentum--and blazed back above the canopy.

Well, that went substantially better than expect--

Martin's thoughts were cut off as he reached the apex of his arc and started to fall into the canopy again, this time going almost directly downward. His gauntlets loaded with Dust as he started to near the ground, a clap and a downward push sending a blast of air Dust away and slowing his fall. Two more blasts and his supply was exhausted--but he was only five feet from the ground, a fall he could easily take. He landed, knees bending to take the impact as he fell into a crouch, finally standing and brushing himself off. He'd looked as graceful as a drunk pigeon in the air, arms flailing, and he was entirely out of Dust... But at least he wasn't dead.

A sigh. Now to find a partner.