[System]
Alias: The Atom, Rae the Bae to her friends

Age: 23

Birthplace: Connecticut

Hometown: Ivytown

Appearance: Despite her shrinking ability, Rae is actually somewhat tall, standing at exactly six feet. Her hair is a medium-length, dark Auburn, which matches her eye colour. She is not overly muscular, but keeps in shape enough to retain a fit physique. When she is not wearing the Atom suit, and working in her laboratory she usually wears a white lab coat over her casual clothes.

Costume

The Atom suit could only be described as a hybrid of a Hazmat, and a Scuba suit. Attached to the back is a compact tank filled with five hours of oxygen, emblazoned with her trademark symbol. The tank is connected to the back of her helmet by two silver tubes. The suit itself is painted with a red and blue colour scheme, as well as patches of black at the joints. The helmet encases the entirety of Rae's head, with a voice amplifier extending slightly outwards from the chin. Embedded into the front of the helmet is an orange visor that can shift in between transparency and translucency to protect her face.

Powers:
* Possible Unknown Metagene: Rae's physiology allows her to remain stable when she is miniaturized unlike other living things which explode after a short time of being miniaturized. She hypothesizes that her "microscopic stability" is due to some unknown metagene within her genetic makeup.
* Size Alteration: Rae is able to shrink her body to varying degrees - including the subatomic level - this is achieved by storing most of her mass in a pocket dimension. As the Atom, Rae can assume any size from her normal six-foot stature down to the sub-microscopic. Recently she has developed an encepholpathic grid in her helmet that allows her to shrink on command mentally for greater accessibility and swifter transitions into smaller sizes.
* Flight: Depending on her current size, Rae is capable of gliding on air currents and stiff breezes.

Skills:
* Judo: Rae Palmer often finds herself in situation where physical violence become necessary. As such, she has developed a proficiency in Judo.
* Education: Rae Palmer has a degree in physics, and microbiology from Ivy University.
* Stealth: As Rae is able to shrink out of the view of the human eye, her ability is extremely useful for stealth missions.

Brief Bio: Rachael Palmer was born to a middle-classed family in Ivy Town, Connecticut, to a stable and very suited environment. Having always been a smart girl, even at a young age, she had a very bright future ahead of her, especially in math, physics, and chemistry, when she was in middle and high school. She graduated earlier than most, and was put at a National level, scholarship-wise.

Every major college and university wanted her, but eventually, she humbly settled for Ivy University at her hometown, and packed her bags with a few months to spare. There she began dating law student John Loring, and majored in chemistry, forensics, and physics, and the complex studies dealing with genetics. It was around this time, as she grew older, that she began to realise what was going on around her. Crime was erratic, people died, and this was further bolstered when she was walking back to her dorm on a dark night, and a man attempted to pull her into an alley. Thankfully, Judo lessons paid off, and the man was flipped onto his back, knocked out, before he knew what hit him.

As this began to pick up speed within her mind, Rae began to think of things that would help her clean the streets of her hometown... keep people safe. Having been recently investigating matter compression and nanotechnology within the safety of Harvard's funded laboratory, under the watchful eyes of professional scientists, Rae hit a breakthrough, never before seen in modern, and past, scientific achievements. The suit she was working on shrunk. Originally too small to see, but a high-powered magnification screen showed that the suit was simply subatomic. Glory was shared in the laboratory at that moment, and every single day, Rae went back to that lab, working and tinkering on the suit, enhancing its abilities. Finally, the prototype was finished and it was time to test it out. However, just as she was about to begin the test, onlookers watching, her boyfriend, John, offered to test it out. It was clear to see that he was concerned about her testing a potentially volatile piece of equipment. At first, Rae declined, not wanting him to be hurt if it backfired, but he convinced her, and she allowed him to equip the suit. The scene, not even ten minutes after, would forever be ingrained within her mind. She was stupid to allow him to try it on as the first tester. He imploded, to put it simply. His body caved in on itself, before the force of the shrinking technology proved too much, and he exploded. After that, the whole experiment was put on an indefinite hiatus, as it was proved to be too dangerous, and although deeply affected by the event, Rae didn't want to stop. She knew that there was a way for it to work...No, she knew that it would work. Months passed, with her working, in secret, on streamlining some of the problems with the suit. Finally, after a while of buttering up to the Headmaster, Rae was allowed to test out the suit, again, after the failure. She equipped the suit, put on the helmet, and activated it.

Exploring the testing site at the size of an ant was...well, it was really surprising, and very intriguing, to say the least. As she waved from atop of her teacher's shoulder, the crowd laughed and oohed and ahhed, Rae was proud of her achievement, although saddened that John could not be here to celebrate with her. As the days went on, she finalized the suit in its entirety, christening it the Atom suit, and finally graduated from Ivy, with a degree in Microbiology, and Physics. Her future was bright, but not in the way most thought. Although she achieved a high-paying job as a scientist with Wayne Enterprises, Rae would occasionally fought crime as the Atom. She never found out the true reason why she was the only one able to survive with the suit on, but she hypothesized that it may have been related to an unknown metagene she possessed. For now, she had to live in the present, and work on protecting the world, day after day.

[User]
Kaleolani was on top of the communication tower plucking away at his ukulele. He promised both his moms that he would not forget where he came from on the mainland, an hour a day for hula and an hour for ukulele. He never did them back to back so as to spread the influence out over the day.

Up here on the top of the ship, he could just look out over the edge and see the world. The whole of it all made him seem so small, what could he do to help it all? 'Little people need little things, big people need big things, but anything to help anyone is important.' It was an odd wisdom his momma told him to get him to always help strangers and neighbors.

"I see trees of green, red roses too-"

"MANA! GET DOWN HERE!"

He could tell they weren't yelling out of anger, just to be heard. Looking over the other edge of the tower stood one of the 'skittles' with a folder for him. Her name was Johannah Jameson and she at times seemed to straddle the line between friend and 'handler'. He rolled off the roof and dropped at least thirty feet to the titanium deck plate with a *THUD*.

"What was that for? You could have just floated down"

"Just taking the express elevator, ma'am."

"Don't "ma'am" me, I don't outrank you. You don't even have a rank for me to outrank you with. Now come on, you got a meeting. And put your damn shirt on!"

"Yes ma'am."

The Hawaiian pulled his black t-shirt from a back pocket to put on and came into the briefing room barefoot with his sandals tucked into the back pocket. Nodding to everyone present. Surely this slacker took the hang loose too seriously as he looked around for a bite to eat or something to drink. The ukulele was still in his hand as he took an open spot near Captain Potts.

" 'Loha."

His blue eyes kept nagging himself to look over at the guy in all the leather. There was something... fearful about that guy and He used lava for poi balls one time. This man evoked a sense of... vulnerability In Mana and it bothered him deeply.

[Assistant]
Dick yawned as his alarm beeped a little quietly. With a groan, he pulled himself up and out of bed, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wasn't really a morning person, considering he did most of his stuff at night. Still, he wouldn't miss this for the world. Today, he was going up to the SHIELD Helicarrier. Join that new team that he was told about. He didn't like that the transport chopper was coming so early, but he was sure he could catch some sleep on the ride there anyways.

He set some coffee to brew, before putting on some civvies, a cyan tank top and some black jeans. Slipping his small utility belt on under it of course. He might not have had to follow Bruce's orders anymore, but, occasionally, the man did give good advice. He quickly checked to make sure all his stuff was there. Extra fear-serum canisters, a few smoke pellets, his grappling hook, and of course, his patented Crownai. His medical glove and cape were attached to his costume though, and he wouldn't be wearing his costume just yet.

He grabbed the backpack in-which he had stuffed his costume, and spare sets of everything. Also grabbing up a disposable cup and pouring some coffee into it, he made his way to the roof. He sipped on it silently as the cool Gotham City air nipped at him. He cursed himself for wearing a sleeveless shirt. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long, as only a few minutes later, a SHIELD agent met him, and introduced himself as such. "Hey." Dick exclaimed with a grin. The agent simply nodded, and summoned the helicopter. Dick huffed at getting stuck with such a spoil-sport, but stepped into the vehicle anyways.

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"Get up."

Dick mumbled as he shook himself awake. It seemed, they were here. He took a peek out the window of the helicopter to the billion dollar explosion of extravagance. It looked cool, certainly. but it seemed like it had no purpose for how much money was blown on it. A lot of tax payer money funneled into maintaining something this was probably the reason they hired a small group of separate people. Didn't want to have to have the citizenry dying, as well as paying money for this military-like cause.

Dick hopped off the aircraft, and was guided to an auditorium room with some other people. Mostly young people, like him, but there were a few twenty-somethings. He was going to sneak out to explore the place later, but for now, he would introduce himself to the group. He situated himself near the nerdy boy, near the front, and told the team, "Hey, I'm Dick. You guys are?"

[User]
Rachael looked up. A colossal drop of shimmering water was plummeting towards her. Although the water wouldn't affect her even at her current size if it hit her, it would be good practice if she rolled out of the way regardless. Having done so in the nick of time, the water splashed at her heels as she stood upright and surveyed the rest of her boundless bathroom from the front of her sink. Occasionally in her free time, Rae would set up miniature obstacle courses in her bathroom, designed to test her strength and agility while also improving her ability with the Atom suit.

Suddenly she heard a knock at her door, dividing her attention for a split second from another drop crashing down onto her head, splashing over her visor. Rachael groaned as she leaped from the sink, regrew, and headed for the front door. She peered through the peephole, spying two individuals, one male, the other female. Were these the S.H.I.E.L.D agents sent to pick her up? She had been expecting them, but she wasn't sure when they would arrive. Feeling a tad restless, she shrunk down into the keyhole, and crawled through out the other side.

Rachael snuck up behind the two agents, grinning all the while as they waited for her to answer the door. She returned to her normal size as she spoke through her helmet. "Uh, is there something I can help you with?" The startled agents spun around before they regained their composure. That never got old.
"I'm assuming that since you're wearing her suit that you're Rachael Palmer?" the female agent inquired. Rachael unfastened the oxygen tubes connected to her helmet and removed it, revealing a reserved smile framed by messy brown hair. The male agent finally spoke up.
"Apologies for being curious, ma'am, but... Can I ask why you look like you've been out in the rain?" he said, looking at the water droplets all over the suit.
Rae simply stared at him blankly. "I just got out of the shower. Let me get dressed before we go."

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Rachael sat in the extravagant and lavish jet that she was travelling to the helicarrier in. She marveled at the technology aboard the jet, it was like none she had ever seen on this type of plane. She was more than excited to see whatever the 'heli-carrier' was. As she stared out of the window, clouds passed by as if it was a blur, and Rachael could barely contain the excitement within her chest, despite seeming composed on the outside. This is what she had even began this experiment for - this is why she had created the suit, and this is why she fought crime within the streets of Gotham and Ivytown. If only John were here with her to see it...

The plane she sat in began to slow down, and Rachael stood, face peering through the window as the heli-carrier came into view. It was even larger and grander than she had even expected, and the excitement became noticeable on her face, a smile beginning to split her lips into two. "Disembarking now." A monotone voice came from within the plane's speakers, and there was a minor bump as the plane landed on the platform. The door opened, springing sunlight within the plane's compartment, and Rachael leaped down onto the hot metal of the heli-carrier's heli-pad, her smile now turned into an eager grin.

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The auditorium was incredibly large, so much so that if she was the size of a fly, the room would seem to stretch into infinity. In the centre of the auditorium were a group of individuals, presumably the group she was supposed to meet. Rachael adjusted the strap of her white satchel containing her suit, and stepped forward. Before she could introduce herself, a glint from the shoulder of one of the group members caught her eye. "Are those real spikes? Nice." she pestered, as she gently tapped them.


[System]
~Princess of Eorzia~

//Basics:
• Gender | ♀
• Age | 25
• Height | 5'-4
• Weight | 135 lbs
• Ethnicity | White
• Hair Colour | Blonde
• Eye Colour | Blue with hints of whiteish grey.
//Piercings/Tattoos/Scars:
• Scar | Elise has a faded scar on her right wrist, although usually hidden as Elise has yet to show anyone this scar.

Appearance Details:
Elegant, carefree and rather cheerful, Elise although small can pack quite the punch and is not afraid to speak her mind. Elise's pale complexion contrasts her bright blue eyes and her blonde hair often falls in loose curls past her shoulder, preferring to wear her hair down she begrudgingly allows others to style it in up dos knowing it looks more presentable.

Elise is often found in dresses of blues and purples, colours known to the Eorzian people. King Regis would only allow his daughter to wear such colours as he felt the bolder colours were garish and for the whores of the world.

Character Synopsis:
Elise is the only daughter to King Regis of Eorzia, he is a fine proud King and has managed to keep the stability of his country afloat even amidst a war. Elise has one older brother, Ravus who is due to inherit the throne imminently after the war has been settled as King Regis promise he would only step down if there was peace.

Elizabeth her mother passed away when she was a teenager and something to this day she had not forgotten. It seemed like it had happened suddenly, one day her mother was there and then she was gone, but her brother had told her about her mothers ailing health and how the illness finally took her. Looking back on the time spent with her mother she noticed the little things that signalled to her health, something she had not seen at the time.

Then there was the younger brother Athos, the pride and joy of Eorzia. The cheeky young Prince who could melt everyones heart, naive but he always meant well. It had been a huge blow to Eorzia when he was killed, Elise was only twenty but she never forgot what happened that night. Someone had wormed their way into his heart, gotten awfully close to the Prince and before anyone could stop the next events Athos had been killed and the assailant fled into the night. They had never been caught and it drove her father to insanity.

King Regis the current monarch of Eorzia although speaks on wanting peace his true intention is to crush the Formori and rule the entire land. The King will do at nothing to see his plan through and is relying on the fact he still has his son Ravus to inherit the throne should anything backfire.

Personality:
Although Elise appears to be elegant and soft that is truly not the case, from the strict teachings of her father she knows how to command others. She is a strong believer in treat those how you wish to be treated and that everything happens for a reason. Elise is not afraid to speak up against others and fight for her beliefs, though often her mouth can get her into trouble with her sarcastic responses.

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[User]
Would that be rude? Not to speak to them. It's probably a safer option, I barely managed to smooth over insulting the King. It was a relief to know that she did not have to address them, not tonight. The journey had been long, and she had never been on the road for so long before, there were parts of her body she never knew could hurt. There had been times when the carriage felt so confining, no air as well as the feeling of being claustrophobic something she had not experienced before being on the road.

Was it that obvious? Meeting his gaze as he spoke of her being tired, thankfully he was using that as an opportunity to leave the carriage and she could be on her own once more. She felt a rush of relief because she could take the time to get some rest whilst feeling safe surrounded by her guards, it wouldn't be the same when she was in his palace. His home. Watching as he left the carriage, she felt a huge amount of pressure leave, sighing outwardly as she slumped down in the carriage not realising just how much effort that had taken.

Safely back on her own in the carriage she looked out of the window only to catch his gaze before riding off, she felt the anger once more. Her gut instinct telling her that she might just have lost her first battle against him, but she had to remind herself that was okay. Perhaps he will underestimate me. Scoffing she threw herself back onto the chair folding her arms as she refused to watch him lead the charge, various emotions coursing through her as she closed her eyes grumbling about him being a fool.

"Stupid, arrogant… maybe I'll just run from the palace. Watch that peace crumble. Get myself killed, then there would be no worry" Grumbling to herself as she felt the cool wooden wall of the carriage as she leaned against the fine wood. It was hard to settled as she could feel every ache in her body, the stiffness of her shoulders but exhaustion had won. Amidst her grumbles her body started to relax, once folded arms began to fall to her side. The slow rise and fall of her chest as she finally got some rest, dreams of the future plaguing her sleep.

"Gah!" Opening her eyes with a start as Elise frowned glancing around the carriage looking for the cause to her waking. There had been a bump in the road, and it had woken her with a start but for a moment she had panicked. Tutting to herself as she rubbed her neck scolding herself for being stupid, she glanced out the window looking at the brooding clouds that were looming above them. How long was I asleep for? Rubbing her eyes pale fingertips brushed against her cheeks noting they were quite warm, shaking her head she looked back out of the window taking in the new scenery to distract herself.

"That's not snow." Whispering to herself as she saw white flakes fall from the sky, a part of her had thought for a moment it could have been, but she remembered how this land was near volcanic activity. She was certain of it. Blue eyes caught sight of the gates; eyes widened at how they looked. It was magnificent in its own regard, but yet it terrified her. No… I should not be here. I should have run when I had the chance. Her stomach churned as she couldn't look away from the gates, the red banners fluttering away in the wind and she felt she had arrived at her doom.

Feeling the carriage come to a halt her hand went to her mouth, for a split second she had felt like she was going to throw up, but she kept composure. Feeling her stomach still churn away she took a moment in the carriage before she would emerge, she heard the door open no doubt Treville was waiting to help her out, but she just couldn't. Not yet.

"Your highness."

Smoothing out her curls as she heard the hiss of Treville urging her to leave and she sighed, there was no going back. Her stomach had not settled fully but she could work with it, ensuring that she stood tall and proud, fully composed she left the carriage taking Trevilles hand as he helped her out. It felt so strange taking her first steps on foreign land, something she had never imagined herself doing. Looking up at Ozragad she bowed her head politely knowing that whilst in his land she did have to be respectful. Elise however did not speak for fear of her stomach betraying her, even though the Princess was quite fair her complexion was paler than usual.

[Assistant]
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Morganyth - Cirith Anyr

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They emerged from the long darkness of the tunnel and into the perpetual twilight of the great cavern of Cirith Anyr, last of the cities built by the the Formori before the arrival of humans. The enormous cave, large enough to house a whole city, had been carved out over the course of thousands if not millions of years by the river that trickled through its base - the Anyrun. A stone bridge stretched over its course to link the side they stood on to the city that rose towering above across the water.

The whole city was built into the far wall of the cavern, a great steep sided natural ziggurat of rock face that had been carved into level upon level of stepped terraces. Bound by three dividing walls, the city was separated out into lower and upper districts, with the palace sitting atop the whole edifice. Outside of the lowest of these walls the floor of the cavern was planned and managed as well. The river was crossed with dams and weirs, turning it into a series of deep ponds and pools. There were even fields of a sort by its bank, cultivating fungi and tubers, which needed little light to thrive.

The architecture of the city was varied. The houses and squat towers of the lower city were plain and utilitarian, reminiscent of the construction of the fortifications which had guarded the entrance to this secret haven. This section of the city was the newest, hurriedly thrown up the days of his great grandfather to accommodate the rush of refugees that come here to seek shelter from the threat of humanity. Those refugees had gone on to become the everyday citizens of Cirith Anyr, those who made up his armies and operated the workshops and factories that the Morganyth war effort relied up.

High above the lower city the great walls of the upper city loomed, draped in Ozragad's red banners. These had once been the original walls of the city, the buildings they hid were finer and more delicate than those below. Fluted towers, great domed halls, and arched colonnades stretched along the edges of the terraces. This was the old city of the Formori, the last of their ancient stronghold that they still clung to. It spoke of a very different culture than the one which had built the cyclopean defences at the mouth of this cave. A culture that had once loved beauty for its own sake and had indulged in whimsical flights of fancy.

And crowning it all, glowing with ethereal white-blue light, was Ozragad's palace. Its elegant ivory spires almost seemed to hover like a mirage in the gloom of the cavern, disconnected from dark grey stone of the natural rock. It was an illusion of course, the palace had merely been built of white marble, enhanced with the magic of the glowing moon crystal that was set into its facade. It was not as large as the palace in Eorzia, Ozragad knew that, but he had always thought the craftsmanship that went into it was of a far higher standard. The Formori had spent hundreds of years carving every surface with ornament and detail, transforming bare stone into scenes so real they almost had a life of their own. He had seen reliefs of stone forests that swayed with the breeze, stone fish that leapt and swam in their stone waters. It was beautiful.

He envied the Princess for a moment then, see this for the first time, untainted by the past.

They brought their horse to a stop whilst still on the far side of the Anyrun. Horses could deal with the narrow, twisting, and often stepped streets of Cirith Anyr well enough, but the Princess's carriage would not be able to do the same. One of her guards had dismounted and opened the door of the carriage. She took his hand and emerged, bowing her head to Ozragad when she did. Good, she knows how to play at being dutiful at least.

"Princess Elise Hydaelyn of Eorzia, this is my capital. This is Cirith Anyr."

[User]
Casting her eyes over the capital Cirith of Anyr it was kind of mesmerising, she had never seen such a thing before. Although it was dark compared to Eorzia it held such a beauty of its own, even though there was barely any greenery she could see the fields by the riverbank harbouring what she could only assume was fungi thriving in the darker setting. Comparing it to her own city the architecture was vastly different, it seemed basic in places, but it was almost like a secret city nestled within this cave giving it quite the mysterious aura to her.

It was quite a lot to take in, the secret city within the cave. The somewhat darker feel of the city, but it radiated power and history. The curious side of her wanted to know more, she wanted to explore the city as she was certain she would never see anything like this again. It was hard not to admire it's beauty, although Eorzia was different with more aesthetically pleasing gardens, greenery and sun this city had it's own beauty.

Looking up at the glowing castle it was hard to miss, it was the shinning beacon of the city and the white-blue light gave it such a royal feel. That was clearly the palace, the ivory spires and elegance that oozed from it she couldn't picture any other place being his home. A part of her envied how the palace seemed to glow, as much her own home was elegant and stunning it didn't have that glow to it. It was simply amazing, but her thoughts turned bitter at admiring the city. I highly doubt I'll be leaving this place, not alive anyway. That thought alone sent shivers up her spine as she felt she was entering her demise here.

Lost in her thoughts her eyes were darting around the place, taking in everything she could see. It took a couple of minutes before she had realised Ozragad had addressed her. Snapping out of her thoughts she looked at Treville who had cleared his throat to grab her attention so she didn't completely embarrass herself or insult anyone. Elise felt herself inwardly cringe at the realisation she had ignored the King, composing herself she turned to face him offering a small smile which did not reach her eyes. Thankfully that sickness feeling has passed so she wasn't too fearful to talk.

"My apologies, Cirith Anyr is breathing in its own way. I've never seen something like this before, it's… quite a lot to take in." Taking a look back at her carriage she could see her men preparing it to be stored somewhere, it didn't look like it could go any further into the city so no doubt they were placing it somewhere for safe keeping for when needed in the future. If it would be needed. A part of her still focused on the negative, the idea that she would never leave this place and how she was now trapped.

"Your palace, it glows. I'm assuming the marble plays a part in that?" The only material she had ever seen so white was marble and their own palace had room crafted with such material, but it didn't glow. Not like his palace. Moving forward slightly she saw Treville move slightly behind ready to protect her from any sort of attack, it was a possibility that could happen she didn't completely trust his intentions.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Jacky is an Axolotl hybrid, with unusually pink skin, gills on the side of his head, and a long tail. He's smaller than average.

Hybrid Animal:

Abilities: Jacky can breath underwater for however long he wants, but he can also breath aboveground normally. Liquids also roll off his skin very easily.

History: Jacky's memory was fuzzy up until the age of 6, when he vaguely remembered a lively old woman wiping a carpet. "What a mess, you know better than to try to touch the fish!" This old woman was his caretaker, as well as the caretaker of another child. She was a healthy old woman, and could barely be considered old until Jacky was 10. The woman had neglected his education, but was afraid of sending him and the other child to school. So she then used educational programs to try to teach them enough to get a job if they could hide their unusual features. On the day after his birthday (unofficial, his adopted 'Gramma' decided it would be the twentieth of January) his 'Gramma' called him downstairs. Jacky and the other child had to go to a school that she had apparently found, and she told him and the other child to pack their bags, as there was a man outside that would take them there. Jacky finished quickly, throwing most of his belongings into an old bag and walking downstairs. He hugged 'Gramma', and walked out the door, too excited to see the sad look on her face.

[User]
Dante looked over at the... Wolverine hybrid? When she asked if Armis had 'really been over theres he assumed that she meant to go see the wolf hybrid. She smiled and nodded before replying.
"Yes. He's just a lot of bark and... Less willingness to bite. As long as you treat him with the right amount of respect. That's just how wolves are."
She paused a moment.
"Also... I don't think he wants to hurt us. The hybrids I mean. The humans, sure."
She gives you a smile and holds out her hand.
"Anyway, I'm Armis. Who are you?"

[Assistant]
Armaldo considered this as he pushed his glasses up and walked towards the human thing with ears and a tail, Armaldo thought he remembered seeing an animal that looked like him, a small ground creature. Apparantly The ones with "Breasts" were usually dangerous and in addition they were called "Girls", it seemed true enough so far as the Cat-human left tearing up the ground as she did so. He carefully approached the human-thing with the ears and tails, it seemed both knowledge about and seemed to be heading towards food. "Hello, what are you? And what is the word for those that are not Girls?" he asked seeking more information and hoping the creature would lead him to food. There was also a bird thing, "Oh and what are you?" he inquired again seeking to gain as much knowledge as possible
@SayZun

[User]
Aiden turned as the little armadillo hybrid asked a question. Lowering to his knees until he was close to eye level, Aiden started to comb through his hair and spoke in a low voice. "You look tasty." he said in low, whispering voice. He then chuckled and play punched the armadillo's arm, "Just kidding, I'm a vegetarian hawk." He said scratching his neck.
He got up from his kneeling position and looked towards the main crowd receiving the tour. "I dunno, but that wolverine girl is pretty attractive." he said with a cocky smirk.

[Assistant]
Kara tilted her head in consideration as she mulled over Armis' words. While Kara wasn't sure she actually knew what she was doing, she didn't seem to be suicidal or looking for trouble, and that was good enough for her.

"I'm Kara," she said finally, shaking the hand that was offered.

"And I'm not sure if it works like that, the wolf thing I mean. We're not animals, right, not really? And with people the ones that feel like they are owed respect are often willing to fuck you up over stupid things." She wasn't clever like some people, but she knew about dangerous people.

She looked Armis over for a while, unsure whether it was impolite to stare when the other looked this... fascinating.

"Um... I don't want to be rude or anything, but what kind of... person are you?" she asked as careful as she knew how. "I mean, I've never really left the city, so I just know about cats and dogs and rats and pigeons and shit, but you're... not that," she finished lamely.

[User] Fox looked at him like he was insane mainly because of the very odd question. "Where did you grow up, in a cave?" He said a bit sarcastically. He then notice that the Hybrid was dead serious and then seriously considered if he did grow up in a cave, or at least in the wild. "Well for starters I'm a hybrid. As for the people that aren't called girls, are men. Though most people have a name and prefer to be called by it. My name is Fox." He said hoping it wasn't to much information for him. He would hate for him to misinterpret something and make a fool of himself or worse, get himself killed.

[Assistant]
To those who hadnt left the tour yet, didn't get anything extremely exciting. Jerric showed them the bedrooms (seperated into both male and female), the lounge, game room, attic, basement, gym, music room... Honestly the manor was set up exactly like a boarding school , only with reinforced walls doors and everything else.

"The rooms can have three people each In them. It's up to you whether you want room mates or to have a room to yourself." Jerric explained as they finally reached their last destination . "Here we are! The kitchen. You'll have to cook anything you want yourself , but we have pretty much anything you'd want. Something for all the animals. Understand?"

[User]
Armis giggled at Kara's timidity with her question.
"Nice to meet you Kara. And you're not rude, I'm always willing to share knowledge. I'm a hybrid of what's commonly known as an Armadillo Lizard, or an Ouroborus cataphractus. As for the wolf hybrid... He's an interesting character."
She paused.
"What about you? You look more human than animal, but I'm guessing Wolverine or Badger"

[Assistant]
Kara nodded along with her explanation, not really wanting to admit that she didn't really know what either of those were. Perhaps she should have gone to a museum sometime, or spent more time learning about animals and shit. She'd never expected she would actually need information like that, however, and here she was.

"I'm, uh, not really sure," she had to admit, scratching sheepishly at her ear. "I've never met anything that smells like me, and I figured I don't look like anything enough to look at pictures." She shrugged. It wouldn't matter anyway, right? She was what she was, and knowing the name didn't change that.

"Wolverine or badger, eh?" she said, breaking out in a grin. "Which one is more badass? I'll go with the badass one, it doesn't really matter , right?"

"I'm strong, and like you said I look human. People don't really care if you've got secrets if you're usefull." She was only listening with half an ear to Jerrics explanation of the rooms they went past, but she figured she got the gist of it. Armis was far more interesting than stupid prison rooms anyway.

"How did you do it anyway? I'm guessing a hoodie wasn't enough for you to walk around, right?"

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Armis looked around the kitchen and it suddenly realized she was actually really hungry.
"That's actually a long story. Would you care to talk about it over some food?"
She began up walk towards one of the cabinets to see what was on the inside. As she did she spoke over her shoulder.
"And as for the badger, wolverine question, they both have their benefits and downfalls. Badgers are smaller and weaker than Wolverines but they can build underground homes that keep them safe from what they can't attack. They also live in groups. Wolverines are larger and much stinger than badgers, but they can't build homes for themselves and they are very solitary creatures."

[Assistant] Armaldo flinched away when the bird-human ran it's fingers through his hair backing away from the strange thing. It was a vegetarian? Armaldo wasn't sure what that meant but since it left him alone it meant he probably didn't eat meat things, so it was like him. Then he turned to the other animal thing, it had a name, it was Fox. So those without "Breasts" were men and things had names that they liked to be called by. Good information. He took a deep sniff and memorized how both of them smelled. Then he followed the tour with interest, so many things to see. When they finally ended up in the kitchen he asked the long-arm thing that knew things, "What are you? And what Gun-mens want us to do? Oh, and where berries? Hungry." Armaldo asked firing off questions rapid fire and looking closely at the long-arm thing with his milky eyes hidden behind his seeing things and smelling to make he would remember who the long-arm thing was.

[User] Jacky nodded, becoming less excited now that the euphoria had worn off. He didn't plan to stay alone, but there was a certain air of awkwardness in the room, making it seem as if interaction or friendship was at the bottom of everyone's list of priorities. He also packed snacks. Was that contraband? He hoped not. He liked snacks.

[Assistant]
"Shadow! I'm coming in!" The man with the clipboard took his knife and pistol and set it down. "Close the door guys, turn those lights on." The man walked in and quickly the door behind him was lifted and shut. Before it was shut, he begged the door stay closed, no matter what. Bright lights filled the inside of the trailer. Shadow was already facing the man and he squinted for a second at the light that had filled the trailer. "Look, I know this must be hard for you, I know that you probably want to kill everyone here, and I-" With a quick second and a swift motion, the man was choking and his feet were off the ground. His back slammed into the reinforced steel wall and an indent of his back was made. Outside of the trailer, the left side had an indent and a loud bang emerged. There was a crunch and the mans hands struggled to wrap around Shadow's paw.

"You must not understand or you wouldn't be here pep talking me! I despise being mistreated and all you bastards have done is just that!" Shadow's grip tightened. "There is no respect for us hybrids! Just hate!"The man was thrown to the front of the trailer and another bang sounded from the trailer. "You see, I bothered only those that provoked me." He turned his back for a moment as the man gasped for air. "Therefore I was of no threat. I was a nice creature. The children in that small town not to far from my dwelling enjoyed going into the woods just to see me! I would tell them stories which they would enjoy and we would play many games." Shadow turned around and the man was still struggling to stand. "Shadow... I was just tr-"

"You weren't trying anything." Shadow walked towards him. "You're a fool. I wish to kill you for your own foolishness." The man pulled out a small knife from his boot and went to slash Shadow, but his paw stopped him at his wrist. He squeezed and the crunching sound of his bones slowly spilled into the air. Shadow stopped when the knife dropped. The man cried out in pain. Shadow lightened his squeeze and got face level with the man. "This is your only warning, and this will be a warning for others as well. Now leave and let me be." He dragged the man to the door and banged on it. "Get your man you damn imbeciles!" The door slowly opened as the men trained their weapons on him, it was as if they never put them down. Two of the guards helped the man and they walked off. Shadow was unsure if the third man was going to warn Jerric or not. They turned the lights off and closed the door again. Letting Shadow be for now.

[User] Jerric frowned as he looked down at the smaller hybrid, attempting to index stand what he was asking . "I'm a sloth." He started simply, letting out a slow yawn. "And the berries are over there." He pointed over tithe refrigerator as he spoke, careful not to hit anyone with his long arms. He very specifically did not answer the question about the gun men... As he really didn't know an answer for it.

[Assistant]
Armaldo's stomach grumbled loudly making him forget the question regarding the Gun-men and he turned to the object the sloth-thing had pointed. It seemed similar to some of the storage units that were in the cabin. He grabbed the handle and pulled surpised when a blast of chilling air came out. "Ah!" he cried out and jumped away from the strange object. Armaldo regarded it cautiously, although it seemed to emit an artic arua it had his food inside it, he would have to brave the cold.

 He did not like the cold at all, it made him feel like his blood was slowly freezing. Moving quickly he opened the storage and quickly riffled through it grabbing a bag full of assorted berries and backing away quickly from the cold generating device. "Did not tell me it was cold." he muttered somewhat resentfully and then eagerly, yet neatly, gobbled berries down by impaling them on a claw before carefully bringing it to his mouth. "Wonder why wolf mman is not here. I should learn more about human things." Looking around the first thing that caught his eye was a human thing with tails and very pink skin. "Hello human-thing what are you?" he iquired still slowly consuming his bag full of berries.@Puffhead@TheBrightestEyes

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"Gramma told me I was an Ax-o-lotl!" Jacky responded, grinning widely at Armaldo. "Also, the top thingy in the fridge is colder than the bottom ones. Be careful about that." He considered getting something from the fridge, but remembered the snacks. Remember the snacks.

(THE SNAAAAAAACKS)


[System]
"I'm the kind of guy nobody likes, but everyone would rather have on their side. I am okay with that."
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing just shy of six feet tall, Orlan has dark blonde hair and eyes the color of bronze. His deceptively light-looking jacket conceals light metal armor, mostly around his back and shoulders, and his typical boots are similarly reinforced. Aegis covers his left forearm and hand in bronze from elbow to knuckles, though much of this is usually covered by the sleeve of his coat. Under the armor he is slim and wiry, and thus relatively light. Contrary to the picture above, he does not wear glasses.

Weapon Name: Axios and Aegis

Weapon Appearance/Function:
Type: Melee, (Very Short) Ranged, Transforming, (Aegis) Aura Enabled, (Aegis) Defensive
Weapon Derivation: Mace, Spear, Shotgun
Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: Axios remains in its first form, secured to Orlan's right hip by a loop on his belt. Aegis has no other forms, and is a bronze gauntlet, set with large quartz stone midway along the forearm.

Form 1: Axios' first form is that of a mace. A simple metal ball about the size of a fist atop a metal rod with a spike on the other end. Aegis, when active, creates a three foot diameter barrier, centered on and projecting from the quartz. The barrier appears as a simple translucent bronze disk.

Form 2: Entering its second form, Axios reveals that its handle is actually telescopic, as it extends from 18 inches to three times that length. The spike expands into a proper spearhead, while the metal ball remains as a counterweight.

Form 3: While in its second form, if one twists the center section of the haft Axios' head will split down the center to reveal a barrel beneath it. Various Dust-laden cartridges can be loaded into a slot lower down on the head section, which is the innermost when the weapon is collapsed. Pushing the weapon together as though trying to collapse the weapon will cause it to fire a very wide, very short, shotgun-style blast instead if the barrel is revealed. The barrel is stowed by twisting the center section in the opposite direction.

Personality: At first Orlan appears to be rather taciturn and blunt, remaining quiet most of the time. When he does speak, it is in a rather direct manner. Once people get past this, they tend to find that he simply rather socially inept, but a good friend nonetheless. He is fiercely loyal and always honest and respectful to his friends and allies, expecting similar integrity from those who would stand at his side.

History: Born and raised in Atlas, Orlan desired nothing more than to escape the pressures of that society. His father was a military officer of no mean rank, and this imposed strict order on his early life. Orlan as always expected to join the military, as his older brother had, and rise high above his peers. Shortly after he turned twelve, however, this all took a severe turn when his father was struck down in a Grimm attack.

Now in the care of his previously distant mother, Orlan had much more freedom. Mira proved to quite different from her late husband once he was gone. With infinite choices, Orlan decided he still wished to see the world, but under his own terms rather than the strict guidance of the military. He would become a Huntsman, and not in Atlas, but in Vale, where he would be free from political pressure.

With his new goal in mind and his mother's assistance, he created Axios and Aegis to aid him in his coming trials and began to train with them, awaiting the day he could truly put them to use.

Emblem: A large bronze shield in the Spartan style emblazoned with a sunburst, with two spears crossed behind it.

Color: Golden Bronze

Combat Style: By necessity, Orlan is primarily a melee fighter, holding his ground in the thick of combat. He prefers to use Axios as a spear in one hand from behind Aegis, picking out weak points or forcing opponents to focus on him. Though the shield is far more resilient than Orlan himself, he cannot hide behind it forever for fear of completely draining his aura. When unable to effectively use Aegis, he relies more on the cannon hidden within Axios to drive enemies back and give him some breathing room.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+Though not particularly agile, Orlan is quite fast. He can't do a double-backflip, but he can beat most people in a foot race and strike first more often than not.
+Practice makes perfect, and Orlan has spent a long time with his spear and shield. Not enough to be perfect, but that just drives him to train more.
-Orlan is not very strong, and can easily be overpowered in a contest of main strength without the help of a construct.
-Rapid and consistent attacks will quickly wear down Aegis and thus weaken Orlan.
-Lacking any true ranged combat ability, Orlan must take cover behind his shield if presented with a sniper or other distance fighter.

Semblance: Aura Projection: Channeling his aura, Orlan can create basic physical shapes appear as though from nowhere. Distance and size make this considerably more strenuous as they increase. Certain stones can act as a conduit for this ability, with different stones playing up different strengths. For example, Aegis' main function is to create a shield, focusing Orlan's semblance through the polished quartz in a defensive manner. Using a focus significantly reduces the Aura required to maintain a construct, with higher quality (though not necessarily more valuable) foci having a greater effect. This allows Aegis to produce a reliable, practical shield rather than allowing the enemy a cheap and easy way to wear down Orlan's aura. These constructs appear similar to stained glass, generally a light metallic bronze. The color is only altered if Orlan is implementing his ability with dust, or is it through a suitable dust crystal.

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Nikolas Animus- Initiation Platform to THE WOODS- Tuesday Morning @Bigg Slamm

"Hawooooooooooooooo!" Howling to the skies as he was launched from the platform, Nik was having a blast. Flying for a while before he began to fall Nik pulled out his axe and, as soon as he was in range, slammed it into a tree using the momentum to bring himself down to earth safely was easy enough, the three Grimm that where happened to be passing by, not so much. Landing on his feet Nik spun away from the tree only to be faced by the snarling faces of three Beowolfs. Naturally Nik's first reaction was "HOLY FLUFF BALLS!" and his second reaction was, after pulling his axe out of the tree while ducking an attack, to slam his axe blade into the side of one of the Beowolfs, almost cutting it in two. His next strike placed his axe in between the eye's of the second Beowolf, turning to face the third one his pulled out a fire dust crystal and placed it into his axe, pressing the button right beneath the dust compartment his axe became wreathed in a bright red fire, which burned the Beowulf as Nik's axe took it's head clean off. After a brief rest Nik turned and headed north only to walk into a tree branch, yell in an extremely loud and painfully way, then fall backwards knocked out.

[Assistant]
Timothy Vernil - Tuesday morning - Courtyard (close to the locker room)

Tim stifled a yawn, breath becoming mist in the cold air. He really hadn't had much sleep. More than he would've expected considering the people around, but less than he needed. He supposed that he slept so well because he'd basically been dead tired the day before. But if that was so, this would cause some problems because he couldn't be dead tired like that every day.

Tim walked on, wandering aimlessly around the courtyard, wondering what he should be doing.
Guess I could do nothing? Tim thought tiredly.
Indeed he could, but the sun was rising and he was sure something was supposed to happen today.
I should probably go somewhere. Tim thought. Other people will be waking up soon.

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Tim wandered about and found himself close to the locker rooms. His addled mind wondered why he was there, but he decided that it didn't matter so much. He was still quite sore and sleepy.
Maybe if I just... Tim thought.
Tim went to his locker, the closest to the right wall of the locker room, and sat down in front of the wall, leaning against it. MJ sat on his lap and he tilted his head back tiredly.

I think I'll sleep a little more then. Tim thought hazily. That won't do much harm, will it?
He made himself comfortable, shifting his legs and body, before promptly falling into a light doze.

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Tim Vernil - Still Tuesday morning - Locker rooms
Tim was woken with a start by the announcement, commanding all first years to the cliffs on the school grounds for there initiation. He stifled a yawn while on the floor and groggily stood up. Wiping thw sleep from his eyes, he quickly realised he was hungry. Thankfully, his locker was right in front of him, and he should've still had some food left.

He quickly opened the locker and rummaged in his bag for the food. A few muesli bars were all that he had, so he scarfed them down. It abated his hunger somewhat, but he'd need something better.
Hope they give us lunch or something. Tim thought. Because if not, it won't be initiation that kills me, it'll be hunger.
Tim's impromptu breakfast was done, however, and that was all he could do. He'd have to tough it out through the morning and hope they had some more food afterwards.

"This is gonna be a pain." Tim sighed. "I really hope this doesn't take too long."

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Tim - You know what day it is - Beacon cliffs
Tim's stomach churned from nervousness as he clutched MJ to his chest, partially out of the ever-present threat of people and partially because of Ozpin's speech. Every word was like a death sentence, preying on his insecurities of being a hunter. He didn't want to be a hero, certainly, but he knew that the job wasn't for everyone, and at one point, he was sure it wasn't for him.

It'd been back when his brother was still around. He'd been a hunter for quite some time already and was well set in his profession. Tim had aspired to be just like him, but the training was hard and Tim had no talent in any weapon his brother tried to teach him to use, be it sword gun, axe, shield and whatever else he tried. Tim had been quite down on himself, but his brother kept at it.
"Don't worry about it so much, Tim." He'd said. "You'll find something you're good at, I promise."

Tim did in the end, but his brother had disappeared.

Tim took slow, deliberate breaths.
No sense in beating myself up about it. He decided, squaring up his shoulders.
He wasn't doing this because he was the best, he was doing it for his family. Looking around, it seemed clear to him that he wasn't exactly the greatest option. His shoulders sagged back down at that thought.
Yeah, well... He thought. There are probably people better qualified than this for me. But I gotta do this anyway.

Soon enough, all of the students were queuing up on the cliff edge, ready to go. Tim followed suit, going for one of the farthest platform on the edge since he wanted to be last. Tim looked to all the students on the right nervously and the platform below him, wondering what was going to happen.
How are we supposed to get down there? He wondered.
It was quite the long drop down to the forest and there seemed to be no lifts or anything to get down there.

And besides, what sort of order were they supposed to go in? Were they just supposed to-

"Wait a sec." Tim said, realizing something.

Were they about to be-

The platform's mechanism whirred to life underneath him as the muesli bars in his stomach turned to lead. He began sweating nervously as he realised just what he'd done.

He'd unwittingly gone first, and he was about to be launched.

The platform suddenly sprung up underneath his feet and Tim was launched into a tumble, spinning into the air.

"FUUUUUUUU-!" He yelled as he sailed across the sky.

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Orlan Price - Beacon Cliffs - Tuesday Morning

When the announcement came, Orlan had followed the rest of those leaving the ballroom to the lockers to deposit his bag, and then out into the sun and onto the cliffs. Axios in hand in it's spear form, he takes his place on the first empty platform he comes across. Ozpin's speech only widened the smile that already spread across his face. Today seemed to be much more suited for him. Decisive action, plenty of enemies, and a proper challenge.

When the first student launched, Orlan had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. He quickly corrected that mistake though, realizing that he could bite off part of his lip on impact if he wasn't careful. Now informed of their method of travel, however, he twisted the center section of Axios to prepare the weapon to fire. Setting his legs shoulder width apart with knees bent, he waited for the mechanisms below him to begin their movement. Managing to time it right, he pushed off just as the patform threw him, causing his flight to be more straightforward and lower than it otherwise might have been.

His spear in both hands, Orlan narrowed his eyes eyes he flew threw the air. He had eight shots, and had to make each one count. When he neared a tree, he thrust Axios towards it. Rather than embedding the tips of the splayed spearheads, this caused the weapon's segments to push together and fire. The blast slowed Orlan's momentum and allowed him to control it to some degree. Four more blasts in rapid succession echoed through the air as he progressed in this manner, forward and eventually, down.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Trepination Blade

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

Shield

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

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

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

Color: Onyx

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

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

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Cobalt Chideta- History Class

Cobalt put down his hand as the bell rang and he got out of his chair. He pushed it in, gathered up his stuff quickly, and left the room. He looked at Oswald before he left the room and motioned for Oswald to follow him. They had a few things to discuss regarding the team and where he stood within it.

[Assistant]
Amy nodded, the throbbing in her head finally receding, granting her enough control over her semblance to force it back down to its absolute minimum level. She pulled the headphones off of her head, muttering a pained "thank you", standing slowly, waiting for her feathers to go back down of their own accord-at the level of fluster she was, they'd likely just spring back up again if she smoothed them. "C-can we get someplace else or find something that'll actually block sound? I don't know what a migraine feels like but that was damn close..."

She winced again, closing her eyes tightly. "Silence would be really, really nice right about now."

[User]
Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops > Class

"Let's make a pact..."
An unfamiliar voice resonated within memory, causing Shiro to frown in confusion.
Shaking his head, he dismissed it.
Shiro started to grin, but quickly frowned again when he took Abel's 'psycho' comment the wrong way.
"Hey! I'm not psycho...!"
He puffed his cheeks out and pouted, but any insult taken dissolved away and he donned his usual bright grin.
Looking to Gren, he presented his gloved fist to the two of them.
"Deal on going out to eat as a team! I don't know about noodles, but pile enough meat on it and I'll eat it!"
He chuckled, thumbing his nose. Ears perking, he pointed a finger at the sky as his team leader came to mind as an afterthought.
"Ah, but let's not leave out Sapphire on this bro fest. We'll drag her out to eat if we have to, no excuses! Tee hee..."

Math Class > History Class

Sighing as he slumped into his seat in History Class, he pulled out the assignment given previously by Professor Fullbuster as homework. Leafing through the papers to skim through what was on the agenda after the day was over, his ears slowly flattened. Depressed, he scoffed in disapproval. "Come on, seriously? One period of torture wasn't enough? Agh..." He hated homework, especially relatively difficult homework on a subject he didn't quite enjoy. He knew the day was only just getting started too. Who knows what else was to come? The thought further dragged his mood down as he realized this. Whining, he let his head hit the desk in front of him with a solid thunk! Sounding like a dying cow, he groaned and complained a little more. "Uhhhhhhhgggghhhh....!" Don't get him wrong, he loved being at Beacon. Just the academics he wasn't too pleased with having to go through. At least Professor Oobleck was an enjoyable and energetic teacher. Watching and listening to the caffeine addict was enough to lift his mood. History wasn't that bad, in Shiro's book. When he paid attention with the rapt interest of a little boy listening to bed time stories, the perspective made the class period a lot more tolerable. Neatly organizing his things and placing them underneath his desk, his eyes wandered. Keeping a look out for...well, he didn't really know.

[Assistant]
Lauren Negasi

"Well, uh...if we want peace and quiet, we're probably not gonna find it in a class run by Oobleck." Lauren looked from her seated teammate to the power couple, who had by now approached her and Amy. A sudden throbbing in her head reminded her that she'd meant to follow Ben's lead and take something for her throbbing face. That fight had taken a lot out of her, and now that the math class had cleared out - and the throngs of people making their way to history were starting to be let loose - she realized that she felt like absolute dog crap.

"I think a mid-morning power nap is exactly what we need to keep Bastille's walls impenetrable!"

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Oswald Connolly- To History

Oswald slowly raised from his seat as math class ended, bringing his nearly empty worksheet to the front of the class and depositing it on Professor Fullbuster's desk with his head lowered. The professors mostly knew what to expect out of him at this point, but the difference was still day and night. Most of the other students, with hard work and study, could catch up reasonably well. Oswald, on the other hand, was stuck nearly seven or eight years in the past academically. The most complex equations he'd solved in the past were PEMDAS questions, and that was pushing it.

Following after Cobalt, Oswald tried to shrug off the bitter feelings he was having, but to no avail. This was not going to be a good week, evidently. "Hey, boss. That was pretty fuckin' wild with that kid, huh? I swear, if I ever get my hands on those bastards..."


[System]
Gender: Male
Element: Ice
Mask: Kanohi Faxon, Mask of Kindred (currently powerless)

Appearance:Kumanu is a long-limbed Matoran in snowy white armour, save for his neck, hands and lower legs which are a clear, bright blue. His most distinguishing physical feature is the telescopic lens over the right eye of his noble-shaped faxon.

Occupation: Kumanu works for the Kongero Nui City Council as an animal control matoran. Wherever the rahi of an area are becoming a nuisance or even a danger, he comes in to catch them and rehome the offending animals to their natural habitats away from important infrastructure. This job ranges from blade burrowers digging through the mines of Onu-Congro to clearing out nests of lightning bugs on Vo-Congro. Mostly, however, he sticks to Ko-Congro and deals with ice bats and crystal climbers that try to set up colonies atop high buildings, often caving in rooftops in the process.

Description: Like most Ko-Matoran, Kumanu is a quiet type and prefers to think before he speaks, but underneath that frosty exterior, he has a big heart. He cares genuinely and deeply for his friends and his city, and he uses his colder rational side to help them be the best that they can be. He loves his job working with animals, and is patient, calm and gentle with them, though sometimes he must cause them some discomfort in the course of his job. Still, taking them out of dangerous areas will ultimately benefit both the rahi and the matoran of Kongero Nui, so he knows that his actions are justified. He is a good strategic thinker in this way – he can recognise the best course of action for benefits in the long term. Thinking for the future is, after all, the Ko-Matoran way.

Tools: Kumanu carries a kanoka disk launcher to help him deal with uncooperative rahi.

Relationships:
• Other PCs – see below
• One evening a week, he plays goalie for a local akilini team.
• Kumanu keeps a pet ice gafna named Matao

Hura:
Suavo:
Akilia:
Vhis:
Aiko:

Journal: Nothing as yet.

Bag:
• A wallet containing 20 widgets
• Keys to his home, workplace, and motorised transport
• A pack of cards
• Water bottle
• Pen and paper
• Gafna treats

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Kumanu

"Whoa there!" Kumanu cried as he crabbed onto the floating cage and dug his heels into the ground to bring it to a halt before he ran over the other matoran. "Are you all right down there?"

"Oh, h-hello brother," The little green matoran stammered. Kumanu didn't think he knew him, but the term of address made him wonder. It was reserved for very close friends, or, legend had it, Toa on the same team. A second look confirmed that this wasn't someone Kumanu would consider a brother. The matoran must have hit his head as he fell and confused him for someone else.

"I'm not your brother" Kumanu stated gently. "But I'll help you anyway. Is there someone else here with you?"

[Assistant]
Bo-Congro

 Hura dusted himself off, standing with the taller Ko-Matoran's help. A puzzled look came to his face as he passed his gaze from the floating cage to the Ko-Matoran and back.
 "I come to pluck fruit of the great Vuata Maka Tree. Master Apothecary needs it," he replied.
 A sideways glance, and his hand slipped to press against the upper fore of his Kanohi Rode.
 "Is that a monkey-Brakas?" he sighed, not in the mood to deal with their irregular nature after having slipped, "How do you even manage to capture such Rahi, Ko-Matoran?" he asked.
 Then, after a moment, he extended his arm, palm forward, fingers straight, in greeting.
 "Hura," he stated rather plainly.

De-Congro

 "And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival."
 The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench.
 "Must you speak so much?" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?"
 The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away.
 "This is a sacred place," Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor.
 "You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna.

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Fe-Congro

With the celebration happening, other matoran's setting up decorations and things, Aiko sat near one of the many stalls that we're being set up. She came here to stock up on a few things, that was before she got sidetracked after she was asked if she needed a job. She accepted, doing something like this made her feel accepted. Almost.

While sitting to the side, the green Le-Nomad stared out into space, thinking about what to do next. While she may have seemed day dreaming, she hopped away from the stall that was being made; slinking away to be unnoticed by the owner.

"What do next.." Aiko mumbled to herself, kicking a stone out of the way.

Out of her knowledge, the green Le-Nomad may have kicked it a little too hard; hitting the one that was getting out of the cart.

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Suavo

Suavo had just found a promising stall when a small pebble plinked off his mask. Quick as a flash, he shot out his arm and caught the tiny rock in nimble fingers. Spotting the sheepish-looking matoran who had kicked it, the performer decide to introduce himself.

"Well, hello there." he began. "You know, I've just arrived form Po-Congro, and I think they'd be interested in this little custom. Throwing a rock at someone to greet them? I could see that catching on down south. My name's Suavo, by the way."

He extended his hand to her, then opened it to revel the pebble he had caught, and gently flicked it at the top of her mask.

Kumanu

Well, the little Bo-matoran seemed to be recovering well from his fall, which relieved Kumanu a great deal. He was up and talking, still a little flustered and disjointed, but seemingly uninjured and reasonably sound of mind.

"It's a combination of kanoka, cajolery and cleverness." Kumanu explained. "This little monkey, for example, had been pilfering fruit from storehouses at night, so all I had to do was set out some food and wait. A couple of weakening disks later, he started feeling very sleepy, and now here we are. I'm going to rehome him in the colony here, and hopefully the wild brakas will show him a more acceptable diet."

The Bo-matoran had introduced himself, so Kumanu responded in kind, taking the other matoran's hand and shaking it.

"Anyway, are you sure you're fine? It's best not to be out here after dark."

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Fe-Congro

Stopping in mid-step, the Le-Nomad turned to face the different coloured matoran only to tilt her head to one side out of confusion. Aiko started to get more confused about what the other said about a new custom, throwing rocks at others.

"I sorry... I no mean to kick rock hard." Aiko started, only to have the small pebble to ricochet off of her mask. She simply watched the pebble fall onto the ground.

"Name Aiko. Good to meat Suabo." Aiko grinned, knowing she may have butchered his name.

Completely forgetting about the rock that was being thrown between the two of them, the Le-Nomad stepped up to Suavo with a little curiosity. She was much taller than he is. She could tell where he was from, she had been all over Kongero Nui.

"Do little Matoran, Suabo, trable with them?" She asked, mentioning the carnival that recently came to Fe-Congro.

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Bo-Congro

 "Kanoka..." he repeated the word, mulling it over for a moment in his mind, "We don't have them Bo-Congro-side."
 There was another pause. Hura idly clicked the ends of his gathering staff together, keeping his hand from becoming stiff.
 "Where do you get them Ko-Matoran Kumanu?" inquired the Bo-Matoran, referring still to the Kanoka disks.
 It was then that he noticed, in particular detail, the item which Kumanu held. It seemed to be a large forked device with a pivoting handle, but for the life of him, Hura couldn't seem to remember seeing one before. Had it something to do with the Kanoka? Before he could ask, however, Kumanu again questioned his safety.
 I'm out here same as you, he replied, raising his gathering staff slightly, "I know my way here-and-back. Might not make it back to the city's inside before darkness for you though," he offered, as the sun had already gone low enough to cast gloomy shadows in the distance of the Green.

De-Congro

 Vhis's grey fist clenched tightly. Although she had had some time in the silence to herself, her ire was still raised.
 "Bothersome noisy Ta-Matoran... bothersome noisy festival..." she murmured under her breath, "Well, I'll be at the festival. But I'll go for my own reasons, not theirs," and it seemed in that moment, she calmed, a breath slipping from her before she spoke again, though she seemed something akin to relieved, "And then... it won't matter."

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Fe-Congro

The sun already setting, Rauta decided that it was time to close the shop and go out to look around the Red Star Festival, or rather setting up of it. He was exited as he did like the festival and it was just around the corner. once he set out, he admired the amount decoration dedicated by the Fe-matoran, feeling that while impressive, 'He could do better'. He did not sell his wares on a stall as he held a belief that for something to be truly satisfactory it had to be made specifically for the client.
While he was walking around he saw there were already some people from outside of Fe-Congro and as he approaches He recognizes one matoran especially, Suavo. It's not hard to recognizes him as he is bot well known and has black armor highlighted by purple and gold. While he doesn't have any personal ties with Suavo, Rauta has seen his performances. He decides to approach him and a matoran with Dark pine green armor highlighted by neon green stripes going down the center. as he approaches he sees Suavo gently flick a pebble at his mate.

"Hi there, you are Suavo aren't you? What makes you arrive this early?" He questions and looks over to the the one in green before introducing himself, "My name is Rauta an I'm a blacksmith, I have a forge little further from the center." "I hope I didn't disturb anything" and before even letting anyone take a breath he asks, "Who's she?"

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Suavo

 The other matoran still seemed awkward about the rock, even though Suavo had attempted to make light of it and brush the incident off. The thing that surprised him, however, was her dialect. As a le-matoran, he had expected her to be adding in extra words, not dropping them out. It was intriguing, to say the least. A matoran like this would have some great stories to share, he was sure. Before he could formulate a reply, however, another, industrious-looking matoran joined the pair.

"Why yes, yes I am!" he replied to the newcomer, taking his hand and shaking it enthusiastically. "And, no, come on in! We were just getting to know each other. This lovely lady is named Aiko, by the way. Why don't you both come back to my tent with me, and we can have this conversation over a few cups of bula juice?

Kumanu

"It's a powered disk" Kumanu explained. "They're used all over the place in the inner districts, and there are all different types. This one is a levitation disk, which lets me float the cage instead of lifting it, and similar kanoka in my vehicle float that, while others give it speed. I'll be fine, as soon as I've dropped off this brakas. Speaking of which..."

The white and blue matoran climbed on top of the wooden crate and started using a crowbar to lever off the door. Nails creaked loudly as they bent and then came free as Kumanu jumped off of the crate to put all his weight down on the bar. The cage slammed open, and its occupant barrelled out. The monkey didn't look back as it sprinted away into the forrest, keen to escape its imprisonment.

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Fe-Congro
Rauta

"Sure, I'll come along, for a chat"

Rauta Followed Suavo to the tent while marveling how well the festival was coming together. stopping on the way to get some fried dikapi leg and then hurriedly caught up to the others, already eating his food.

When they arrive to the tent he felt awestruck as he never imagined to coming to a place like this.

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Bo-Congro

 Hura's shoulders hunched a bit, his arms folding slightly, a hand cupping his chin in thought.
 "Sounds... complicated," the Bo-Matoran responded.
 He was curious as to how these Kanoka were made, or what could possibly compose them to give them such powers, when the Brakas was released, dashing off. His heart sank a little, his eyes visibly dimming, as a moue of consternation took his visage, seeming to shift the blue marks on his mask slightly.
 "The Vuata Maka's just that way," he pointed out, indicating the same direction in which the Rahi fled with his gathering staff, "With that wandering around though..." he began.
 However, he cut himself short, trailing off. Admitting that the brakas made him nervous wasn't exactly easy. Some of the other Bo-Matoran found his aversion towards large Rahi to be dishonorable.

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"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you" Kumanu assured the Bo-matoran. "You saw how keen he was to get away from matoran and anything to do with us just now. He'll be tired and just wanting to sleep somewhere safe for the rest of the night. Picking a fight should be the last thing that brakas will want to do."

"You'll be fine. Really."


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Title: Burning Heart
Age: 16
Nationality: Japanese
Bio:
Suzuya was a girl who just wanted to start a school book club in her hometown of Miso when everything changed for. Staring down at a sheet of signatures, it's lack of any such names due entirely to her failure to ask anyone, she missed the bus that would not have just taken her home, but altered the entire course of her life.

She was pulled from her fugue of self recrimination by a plea for help. An eerie, enchanting nose that evoked concern in her, pulling her from the bus stop as though she could make up for her social failings with a single act of compassion for her fellow man. Following the persistent cries lead her to an alley, where rather then a woman in distress she found a hyena like Pageless, braying with laughter amidst the cries of young girls, their voices mimiced by a beastial maw that reared back in an unkind smile. Terror crushed her in a vicegrip as the Pageless proved but one of many, claws raking across brickwork as they crawled down walls from rooftops and rose as though pulled from the shadows for the prospect of prey.

Her story would have ended like countless others had there not been a savior pursuing the monsters, one that Suzuya never learned the name of. A hand clenched around her shoulder and hurled her away against the flank of a horse black as the night with a mane made of roaring flame. A Magical Girl clad in the heavy armor of a Samurai barred the way between her and the horde of Pageless, Suzuya glimpsing a face that was serene even as she struck her steed's flank and sent it galloping away with Suzuya curling herself upon it, abject horror and shock leaving her clinging like a lamprey even as it's fierce gallop shook her with every bound.

The waning light of day had given way to night when the horse stopped, a mournful noise issuing forth before it flickered away like paper caught alight, dropping it's burden and a Grimoire to the careworn streets of Miso's outskirts. Suzuya took up this book, feeling the Grimoire connect to her, an understanding passing between them that this was the Samurai's, and now it was hers.

A fire had been reported in Miso City that night, devouring abandoned tenements with not a soul in sight, but Suzuya knew better. She was still clutching the Grimoire to her chest when the first Magical Girls came to her home days later, telling her of the Grand Ministry and passing along to her parents the news she'd been selected for a foreign exchange student program that would offer her prestigious accolades on her student records.

Suzuya packed her bags quietly, her life in freefall and changing faster then she had ever feared or dared to hope, and into the center of her Grimoire she left the folded form of a book club that hadn't been, a book mark in a literal sense. The tome was a weight on her chest, the burden of expectation she had shied away from once already. Her hands cradled the spine even as she ached to set it down, but she wouldn't let herself turn from this responsibility.

She would carry this weight, and each day, little by little, the fire it stoked would remain outside her transformation. Or so she hoped.

Heiki monogatari - Tale of Tomoe Gozen
Classification: Fable
Description: The Onna Musha, Warrior Woman, Tomoe Gozen was a devoted wife to her husband Yoshinori. So much so, rather then stay behind to defend their home, she fought beside him on the battlefield. A real life figure mixed with legend, rumors who have made her origin and ending fluid to the reader's preferences.

What is held in certainty was that she was an exceptional warrior, master of the bow and the traditional woman's weapon of the Naginata, yet was said to favor the katana traditionally only allowed to samurai. She had the strength and skill matching a thousand men, and led an army just as large into battle alongside her husband. Her stories end comes with that of her husband's, as his successes mixed with incompetent leadership, resulting in his own family turning upon him out of jealousy.

Their armies slaughtered till Tomoe Gozen stood amidst a party of six, they were faced with a vast host and her husband ordered she retreat. Whether it was an act of love or a desire not to be shamed dying besides a woman is up to interpretation, but she refuses and charges the armies.

A heart that burns with life, that primal spirit that buoys all to greatness.
With blade in hand she sang her story into the page's of fable and history, she cleaved the heads of her foes even as her husband lost his own.
Monkhood. Revenge. A tapestry of conclusions woven by countless lines of ink on paper.
And a head unbowed, always.

Abilites:
Onna Musha- Though not Samurai themselves, a woman of Japan was expected to defend themselves and their homes. Tomoe Gozen went a step beyond by taking to the field, and bore the burden of carrying added arms upon her person. This takes the form of Suzuya drawing weapons from her tails, the traditional tools of the era settling easy in her hands with skill of the original Tomoe Gozen flowing through her.

Strength of Heart- Suzuya is a shy, uncertain girl, but upon transforming she is suffused with a confidence entirely unknown to her. It makes her brave beyond measure, pushing forward to cut down her enemies and stand against the injustices of the world.

Honor Through Head Taking- The old belief that the head must be washed and honored for a soul to pass peacefully into the afterlife. By cleaving the heads of Pageless, Suzuya's heart beats faster, till her body is wreathed in the fires of her passion. A temporary but stacking increase in power embodying Tomoe Gozen's fearlessness in open warfare against overwhelming odds.

Peerless Horsemaster- UNAVAILABLE. Tomoe Gozen's greatest feats were accomplished on horse back, capable of guiding a steed over the harshest terrain and slay enemies at full gallop without sacrificing any of her dexterity. The grimoire summons a steed worthy of her legend, but Suzuya is unable to mount the horse till it accepts her holding the grimoire.

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BONNIE CHANCE

Bonnie listed to Camelot's words and became more and more downcast. They were warriors who had drawn blades together on the battlefield... but no bonds of sisterhood had they? Wasn't it supposed to be that no-one was your family like those who bled for you? For those who "put the work in", so to speak? Well, of course there wasn't any value to her sword alongside Camelot's, she'd been nothing but trouble, defective, a problem in Camelot's eyes.

"Mmm-" At first Bonnie offered little resistance to Camelot's inquisition "-eee!" But whether it was touching at a bruise that hadn't discolored yet, or simply having her shirt surprisingly raised, Bonnie did get some life sparked into her and she squirmed at Camelot's bold advance without waiting for permission. In truth, Bonnie wasn't too badly banged up, Camelot was a skilled swordswoman who had gotten to make her strike without resistance. Lilac who could tangle head on with the Pageless and slam them into the ground from the top of a building wasn't exactly a delicate flower, regardless of name.

At Camelot's silence as she pondered things over, correct in conclusion if not in cause, Bonnie began to turn away, taking silence as permission to shrink away from Camelot's gaze. But her flight was halted, stunned in submission at Camelot grabbing her shoulders and forcefully telling her no.

Bonnie's head was swimming, and a bunch of particularly loud dolphins were churning the waters. -Oh no, am I why Burning Heart and Camelot were fighting? Wait we're a team? But what was all that before about not being a team? Er... That wasn't a bad point about how a magical girl should act. But can I live up to that? Even Usagi got a chance to cry every now and then... especially Usagi. Oh god why was she listing off all her deficiencies, I know I suck! Really? Heart? That's what everyone says when they know you don't contribute. Someone with heart wouldn't be broken just because someone said they weren't your friend. Camelot knows I'm alone. But it's all pity. She doesn't like me, she just feels guilty that I'm sad. No one really wants to be friends with a sad person, they just want you to stop being sad. But at least she said the words, and even if it falls apart tomorrow...-

There were so many things she wanted to say, so many directions her heart wanted to take her, dreams made and dying in the same moment.

"Sorry! Sorry, I'm a mess aren't I. Not putting on a good display as a magical girl." Her eyes drifted for a moment to Dynasty Queen and longer to Burning Heart, ashamed of her appearance, no doubt she looked a fool losing her cool over something as silly as this. Then she turned back to Camelot. "I- I should be tougher than this, you're right. I'll try to bring it together for the rest of the patrol, leader. And-uh, of course I'll be your friend. Of course. Bonnie tried to smile. Because of course that's what you say. That's what everyone always says.

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There was clear elation on Nessie's face as the cloaked Pageless' agonised cry rang out through the sky-turned-battlefield, though despite that she couldn't help but feel a chill run up her spine in a primal reaction to the spectral scream. It was other-worldly, wholly irregular and with such hatred and thirst for revenge behind it. The young witch could almost feel its claws resting on her shoulder from behind, ready to spitefully slice through her as soon as she looked at them. It was just a trick of the mind though, of course it was, playing on her paranoia and making the air around her just feel a little colder.

Lumiere's words however, laced with an icy disgust of the shrieking monster, returned to the Lady of the Lake that sense of courage she had felt before when taking it on directly. And now that she'd had a closer look at it, its wounded form made it seem far less imposing than it had initially. Its cloak torn and peppered with holes from musket balls and its vulnerable heart pierced with those fine needles of rain, like miniature daggers embedded in flesh. But a wounded creature that knows it has nothing to lose, that knows its time is almost up, has the potential to be far more dangerous than it ever could have been previously.

This was something Nessie would quickly realise as the Pageless made a sharp break for the leader of the group, tossing out dazzling lights that forced the young redhead to shut her eyes so tightly that she started seeing colours.

"Lucette!"

Nessie cried out in concern for her friend, blinking open her eyes until her vision cleared of the obtrusive flashing colours that had resulted from the desperate phantom's assault. But, upon seeing the result of said assault, the girl realised there had really been nothing to worry about. She watched in awe as, calm and composed, the leader of the quartet of Magical Girls spoke a few damning words to the captured Pageless, before bringing the caged creature over to her, Goodhope and Olivia. There, its judgement would be decided, if it hadn't been already.

"Well, we can't communicate with it? Can we?" Though she was more than happy to assist in destroying the Pageless, after all it had rudely knocked her off her broom and tried to kill her friends as well, but she couldn't deny to herself that, if possible, it could be useful to speak with it in some way. She peered closely at their frozen foe in its prison, curiously studying it now that it was immobile. That being said, a momentary silence from her comrades was more than enough for the redhead to assume that such reasoning was impossible.

"Let's just whack the bastard, give 'im hell."

Nessie concluded, as the rain which poured around her now formed into something far larger than a needle, though with the same keen, piercing sharpness to it. As droplets swirled into place, the shape became more defined until the form of transparent, so in this case grey, spear was created. Perhaps influenced by Lumiere's solemn disposition, as well as a desire to just get the whole affair over with, there was no hesitation from the Lady of the Lake as she flung the spear right at the creature's exposed heart in an attempt to finish things there and then. Whether the others would join her in the effort was up to them.

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Suzuya had to admit that Tesni could provide weapon's-grade passive agressiveness with impressive speed, turning from hot blooded combatant to the cattiest girl she'd even seen without sporting a spray tan and bleached blonde hair. And if an iota of it was directed at her she might have bristled at it, but being a bystander left her muted to the monkey's words.

Camelot was not going to earn any praise from the Japanese Magical Girl for her handling of things, either in words or actions as both managed to hurt Lilac with visible effect. That all of this was public with a senior magical girl like Ozma around only made the shame of it burn her ears a cherry red as she tried to keep calm-

Her hand was wrapped around the hilt of something deadly when the floral-named Magical girl yelped. Burning Heart narrowed her gaze and deliberately released the weapon back into her tail, chiding herself for succumbing to the alien desire for violence. What she wouldn't abstain from after seeing Lilac wilt under Camelot's words was stepping between the two girls and turning her back to Camelot so sharply her tails swung like ninetuple bludgeons of fluffy reprisal.

And if they had the hardness of iron-banded cudgels to them, clearly Burning Heart was just a tad slow in withdrawing the weapons held in her tails. She was content with blocking Camelot as she enveloped Bonnie in a tight hug.

"We needed only to fight shoulder to shoulder one time for me to call you my friend. You are kind and welcoming, like the first rays of the sun breaking the night, and though I am not happy to have left my home, I think it was worthwhile to have met my....first friend." The fox with the stalwart heart found herself faltering for the first time while transformed, ears drooping as embarrasment won out even over the Grimoire of the warrior wife.

"So, you don't need to pretend for me. I, umm, did enough of that for all of us before I got my book. So let's get better at this Magical Girl duty together." Burning Heart said with cheeks the color of vibrant flame, her eyes wide and lips uncertain if she should be smiling or not.

But what she held with absolute certainty was Lilac in her arms, finding there was no question to be asked on where her arms should be.