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Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:

Rank: Corporal
Class: Scout

Weapons and Equipment:
-Rifle: Gallian-3R
-Sidearm: Viper-E-9
-Grenades: B-Type M3x3
-Melee: Combat Knifex2

Personality: James very reliable person, who will, despite his smart assness, always have your back. He's also an optimist, preferring to see the best before he sees the worst.
Bio: Born to a butcher and waitress, James grew up learning how to chop up and find the best picks in meat when he wasn't at school or military training. His father was proud of his son, who excelled as a marksman in his training, was passing all his classes with at least a B+, and was taking to being a butcher so well. He also somehow managed to stay out of trouble despite his quips at teachers.

However, as it grew closer to his 18th birthday, James put some serious thought into joining the military instead of just becoming another militia bumpkin. He spoke for hours on end with his mom and dad on the matter, his mother in strong support and already envisioning her son in a uniform and his dad, while disappointed his son wouldn't immediately take over the family business at the Strongarm Butcher Shop, suggested he try to reach a rank of a Non-Commisioned Officer, such as Sergeant. The day of his 18th birthday, James enlisted and passed his advanced training with flying style, if not spotlessly. His record had at least four different times when he'd smarted off to his Drill Sergeant.

Having served for six years, he's never quite made it past Lance Corporal because of his mouth. Most recently, his smart mouth got him attached to the Gallian Militia. He made a joke about his unit's captain with the captain right behind him.

RP Sample: Lance Corporal James Hunt stood at his post guard the central communications area and, despite his best efforts, let loose a yawn, prompting PFC Hendricks, James's companion for the day to elbow him in the gut. "Come on, Corporal, I'm the one supposed to yawn after being at this all day. Wake up." Corporal James looked over at the PFC and yawned again, just to get on the PFC's nerves. Hendricks's response was to elbow the Corporal even harder. With a chuckle, James looks at the PFC again and slams his own elbow into Hendrick's gut, making the PFC double over.

"And miss all the uneventful stuff that goes on during communications guard detail? What ever would I do without you Hendricks?" Shaking his head scornfully, James leans back against the wall again and watches people come and go. Lieutenants, Majors, Colonel Majors, all these important people going in and out of the building and not one cared that the Lance Corporal and the PFC were bickering. "Besides, Captain Riserre only put us here because he's got a massive stick up his ass. Even Major Derald has issues with him." At this point, PFC Hendricks was giving the universal sign of stop as the Captain was right behind James. "Look at me, I'm Captain Riserre and I think I can rule my unit with an iron fist. Lance Corporal Hunt, you get all the boring assignments because I don't want you taking my job. And while you're at it, take Hendricks with you, he's too dull to make good company." James laughed and Hendricks facepalmed as Riserre cleared his throat, which had James standing at attention quickly.

"So you think I'm worried about you taking my job do you?" James quickly shook his head in the universal sign for negatory and the Captain laughed and walked away. James turned and slugged Hendricks in the arm.

"Thanks for the warning, jack ass." Hendricks shrugged and went back to watching people going in the communications center.

"I tried to tell you Captain Smart Ass." James grunted in a disapproving matter.

"No, you kept making a bunch of weird hand gestures, which isn't telling me anything."

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The man that had confronted her first relented and signaled her to follow him. She knew how suspicious she must seem under these circumstances, but... she wasn't really in the mindset to think about that. She missed her squad, and she wanted to retrieve her father's Lance.

The man that had 'greeted' her spoke of sending a scouting party. She addresses the man Hunt addressed, assuming him to be the commanding officer, her. "Private Regan Durandal, sir. 11th squad was scouting ahead to make sure your path was clear when we were ambushed. We were... ambushed... if you decide to send a scouting party, I'd like to go with. I left my Lance, a Laancar-SH M01, and I'd like to retrieve it. I'd be dead if I didn't leave it."

[Assistant]
As the APC came to a stop, Andrew didn't seem to react in an overly major way. While others jumped over the sides or scrambled to get weapons ready or even just kept a look out for hostiles, he placed his Lance on his shoulder and seemed to relax a little bit as he waited. His logic on the matter was that until someone shouted 'Tank!' or 'Lancer!' all jumping out of the APC would do was make him a target.

When the scouting party returned plus one, PFC Macdonald listened in silence until the matter of what to do with the new girl came up. Her suggestion to go with the scouting team to recover her lance finally caused him to speak. "Sergent, if I may we should disarm and tie this girl up and keep her under watch until we can get in contact with the powers that be and confirm that she is who she claims she is. For all we know she's an imperial spy that will murder our scouts once they are far enough away and lead us into an ambush... at the very least she could report to the Imperial forces that we are in the area."

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James listened to the MacDonald, mulling over what he'd said in his head. He'd already considered the possibility of her being an Imp saboteur who would sell them out the first chance she got, but had decided against it for two reasons; the first was that sword, it was foreign enough that he doubted they could get one easily. The second was in all the stories he'd been told about and all the videos he'd watched, the saboteur was packing standard issue Gallian weapons. So rather than risk them tying up one of their own, he spoke up. He did agree with her not going though, last thing a pair of scouts needed was a Lancer playing tag-a-long. "This doesn't feel like an Imperial set up. I mean, for starters that sword is too foreign. No way they'd get that easily and then field it to fool a bunch of Gallians that may or may not be coming. Then there's the fact that if she was a set up and this an ambush, they're waitin' an awfully long time to spring it."

James shrugs and rests his rifle against his shoulder, barrel pointing up. "Not to mention we don't know the other Squads' orders. But, I do agree with not takin' her along. Scouts move faster in pairs. Besides, what Imperial would take a piece of Gallian equipment when they're positive their stuff is better? We can get the lance, we just need the all clear to get going."

[Assistant]
Fina kept fidgetting all the way inside the APC, her own weapon rattling muffled by the APC's engine. She had shrivelled to the max, obviously hesitant and wary of the others inside the cramped space. She could start hyperventilating at any given moment, she never liked people this awfully close. And then, two things happened. Sergeant Harald spoke, inquiring about what they thought. Fina felt conflicted. On one way, she couldn't bring herself to break from her shell with so many people, on the other the sergeant was a nice person. At least at face value.

"I-I'll dodododo...my best." was Fina's sudden yet hushed and barely noticeable answer."Looks preprepretty hard. Peopeopeople might die today." She said, clutching her weapon.

And then gunfire shots were heard, following by a small commotion. Fina gripped her weapon tightly, her eyes gazing at the people who had jumped out of the APC without a second thought and then to a certain newcomer. With a rather uncoventional getup as well. And then some of the other people were dismissing her as an imperial spy. While others wanted to get the lance this girl claimed she had lost.

She slapped herself hard, trying to get a grip. "Are we re-really sure? We couldcould re-really use another lance bebecause of the tatanks. But we couldcould lose two scouts, too." Fina added, eyeing the over eager Hunt. "I'm sosorry, but it had to be sa-said."

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Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

The Sergeant couldn't help but lean back slightly as MacDonald gave his spiel, caught off guard by the speech. It wasn't as though he disagreed with tub-thumping patriotism per se, but... Harald's main goal was survival for himself and the troops under his command; if he managed to help win the war in the process, then great, but if not... well, there were always openings for skilled hands in the Europan far north, where Darscens were more tolerated. He kept his peace though, not wanting to appear unpatriotic. A few of the others spoke their mind too, perhaps a sign that the training had broken some of the ice in Squad 4. Harald nodded confidently and was about to answer when a shot rang out in the nearby woods; Bons, now driving the APC at a decent clip, threw the brakes on in panic. There was a complicated moment involving the back door swinging open, the Sergeant loosing his footing to spill out onto the dirt road and the butt of a rifle landing in a sensitive spot between his legs. Harald's vision whitened for an instant and by the time he dragged himself upright, Hunt and Sykora had vanished. 'Fuck, shit, cunt...' He swore vehemently under his breathe but pulled himself together in time to get some orders yelled. 'Everybody out! Secure the perimetre, move it!' As the squad milled about in confusion, the two errant soldiers returned... with a prisoner?

Maybe it was the sudden stop or maybe the aching pain in his two veg, but Harald was mightily pissed off when Hunt reported in. 'Very fucking well Private, but the next time you run off on your own, I'll fucking 'ave y-'. He caught himself, a little late. '... There will be consequences. It could have been a trap for Valk's sake, you could have run into a firing squad. Or worse, gotten captured and then the squad, the Regiment, the whole damn operation would be compromised!' Harald again caught himself, realising how pointlessly angry he was getting. 'Just... just don't do it again. Wait for backup and orders next time, both of you.' He gave Sykora a meaningful glare to reinforce the point. 'Now then... Squad 11, right?' He looked the girl up and down, eyes lingering on the sword at her hip. Why did everyone seem seem to have a damn sword nowadays? He had worked hard to ignore the elephant in the room, but Kyo's sword (if it could even be called that; the damn thing was a piece of sharpened sheet metal) had already been an unneeded complication in the squad's line up. He felt a glimmer of pity for Squad 11's former commander, wondering if they too had felt his pain. Regardless, there were more important issues at hand. 'In summary, we lost a squad to ambush in these woods?' He nodded back to where they had came, his brow furrowing. 'Private Durandal, yes? Did you have a chance to collect dogtags? Any details on the forces that attacked you? Can you remember where?' His blood was still up from the anger, but a certain coldly professional part of him reminded Harald of his obligations. Their mission was to secure a route to Vasel and a route with Imperial patrols setting up ambushes was by no means secure. He turned to the others as Durandal got her story straight and growled, 'Get kitted up, weapons and ammunition only. Lancers and drivers will secure the APC; the rest of us have a patrol to kill.'

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Private Durandal
Their skepticism regarding her was understandable, but the one that wanted to tie her up was rather... frightening. As if she hadn't already been through enough with the destruction of her squad, now he wanted to tie her up and treat her like a P.O.W? She held her tongue, however. Now wasn't the time to get into an argument.

Regan stood a little straighter as the commanding officer spoke to her. "Yes sir, Private Durandal. I... wasn't able to obtain any dogtags, sir. The force that attacked us was infantry only, I saw no armor. They hid behind a ridge and they must have had spotters somewhere, because they opened with a number of grenades, lobbed over from their hidden position. In the confusion, they rushed us. I tried to retaliate, but it happened too fast, my squad was wiped out and I had no choice. I-..." Her voice caught in her throat and she took a shakey breath. "I need to... sit down..." Her posture falters and she salutes Harold before she dismisses herself. She moves to the back of the APC and has herself a seat in the open back.

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PFC James Hunt|Road in the middle of nowhere

James did what he did when Captain Riserre started yelling at him when the Sergeant started; he tuned it out. Some back in his old unit would argue that's why he was always getting in trouble, but the truth of the matter was the Cap just couldn't take a joke. When it was said and done, with the order being given to kit up, James looked at the Sergeant again. "Hey Sarge, thought you'd like to know that she," he jerked his thumb towards Durandal, "downed two imps with her sword and I gunned down the third when I found her. So they're already down three people. That said, how big do you think the patrol is?"

For all his smart ass remarks, he also knew what questions to ask and when to ask them. Plus the fact of the matter was even the regular army had varying patrol sizes on record, so he thought he'd get a second opinion before making his own guess.


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Species:

Kriliteran: Kriliterans mostly live in the forest in the north of Kanth-Aremek. They are collectors of information and knowledge. Building large libraries, where they would store their sacred books. Treating books like sacred text, taking care of every book in the library. Hyper intelligent, despite their appearance. They are also known to build various contraptions, and are known to build rather varied technology. A family would be assigned to take care of a library of books, with sons and daughters taking over once the parents are unable to. Creating various artistic pieces like music, art, or poetry. They also have a photographic memory. So they memorize everything they see, and to write it down afterwards.

Their true form are short stocky looking creatures, with three eyes. And multiple arms and legs. Their skin is a soft looking pink Having smaller heads than their disguised form. Their two eyes are sunken in, while their third looks like a regular eyeball. Having small bulbous lumps on the side of their face, and below their eyes that act like ears and noses. These lumps have small holes that allow for air to go through.

Their appearance changes so that they do not scare the other races. Mostly appearing as tall creatures with sunken faces and pale skin. Large eyes that seem to be bulging out of their sockets. Having stocky builds, with multiple long arms and legs. A large head with no hair on the head.

Kriliteran is a peaceful race, trying to solve solutions without spilling any blood. However, there have been conflicts with other races and factions. Either wanting to steal their books or enslave the Kriliterans. A significant battle happened involving the S'tor Who wanted to enslave them to build new war machines.

This war ended in the enslavement of the Kriliteran for four hundred years. Soon leading up to the Kriliterans rebelling and going to war with the S'tor. But were outclassed by the S'tor, with the S'tor killing most of the Kriliterans. With only a small group of Kriliterans surviving. Escaping from the S'tor, while leaving their libraries and cities to be demolished.

Modern Kriliterans live in small settlements in the northern part of Kanth-Aremek. Mostly trading with other Kriliterans. Most of them will be fine with trading with other races, however, they are very weary of outsiders. They are no conflicts currently, but they have a strong hatred for the S'tor.

The Kriliterans worship a god named Niftari. Niftari is the keeper of knowledge both common and forbidden.

Appearance:

Kolvar's appearance looks much like the other Kriliteran in their disguised form. Wearing a large black robe that hides most of his body.

Augmentations:

None

Magical affiliation:

Life Domain

Occupation:

Scribe/Inventor

Key skills:

Inventor/Booksmart:

Kolvar is a skilled inventor, having been taught how to create certain things. Constantly planning and building various inventions, to varying success. Being knowledgeable in various topics. And having encyclopedia like knowledge.

Swordsmanship:

If Kolvar is forced to fight he knows how to handle a sword. Learning from his master how to fight with a bladed weapon. Although he prefers a dagger or short sword, he is more skilled with a rapier.

Medical Knowledge:

Kolvar is knowledge in the anatomy of most races. As well as various diseases and illnesses.

Backstory:

Kolvar was born in the main city of Kriliteran's homeland. This city is called Tu'rakum. Living with his parents and helping them with categorizing the books. Reading most of the books inside the library, while being taught life magically by his master Urth Kamith. As he grew up into adulthood, he took over caring for the library. And in his spare time would dabble in building various inventions. Wanted to explore outside of the Kanth-Aremek, experimenting with ways he could try to make communications.

Kolvar was sent to explore the Ascendancy and Mythadia border to find and bring back an ancient Kriliteran book. While heading towards the ruined library, he noticed a large burning star coming towards the planet. Being curious he decided to explore the crash site.

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High District, Lenkik

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The Guild of the Inquisitors was nestled into a rarely-visited corner of Lenkik's high district. From the outside, it was a large building of quite exquisitely designed architecture, though being among many others of its sort, it still managed to be unassuming. Unlike other guild halls, there were no markings on the outside to indicate its purpose. Nothing to make it stand out. If someone was important enough to have legitimate business with the Inquisitors' Guild, then they would be able to find them.

Through the entryway was a large chamber with a vaulted ceiling. Not an uncommon feature for high-class Ascendancy architecture, but what was notable was how bare it all was. In other guilds or businesses, they might adorn the walls with murals, paintings, or carvings. The owners might bring in statues for decoration or arrange proper sitting areas in their lobby. For the Inquisitors, though, their lobby felt like an almost uncomfortably large room of fine, but plain white marble, with just a single desk at its center.

Aside from Kolvar and the soldier, there were just three others in the spacious room. In the back, standing on either side of the closed doorway leading in to the rest of the building were two Inquisitor guards, a Glen and a Tekeri. They were what the average person tended to think of when imagining an Inquisitor, as they were the ones who served their guild openly in a defined role. They both wore a full suit of steel laminar armor, including helmets with full masks, engraved with a visage of their own respective species. On the mask, emblazoned at the center of their foreheads was the insignia of the guild: an eye with two pupils, one looking backwards, and another forwards. Both guards carried halberds and stood like statues without so much as acknowledging the new arrivals.

Behind the desk was a Tekeri man of unremarkable build and stature. His feathers were immaculately clean, his beak and talons polished, and he wore the kind of fine jewelry that was common to high class Tekeri, but he otherwise had no uniform. The only thing identifying him as a member of the Inquisitors' Guild was a small, simple medallion with their insignia, which was identical to what any other member of any rank would wear. Sometimes to the irritation of outsiders, it was often difficult to understand exactly who one was dealing with when interacting with members of the guild. Aside from Inquisitor Guards, they wore no uniforms and almost never identified their rank. Their organizational structure was a mystery to anyone outside their guild, and if they were not serving a public-facing position, they would almost certainly not wear the guild insignia. Anyone could be an inquisitor, and the Tekeri man in front of them could have been anything from a prominent officer, to a secretary.

The Inquisitor did not greet them, but rather waited for one of them to state their business. "Spearman Major Baraw of Lenkik." He began, presenting his rank insignia for the Inquisitor to inspect. As they had shapeshifted to return to Lenkik quickly, it was the only one of his belongings he had been able to bring with him. "I am here on the order of Nellara, Castigator of the City of Lenkik. I am presenting a formal, emergency request for the services of a Guild Thought Mage."

The Inquisitor did not speak a word in question of the order. To make an emergency request for a Thought Mage was an order that carried considerable weight, as did the consequences for making such an order frivolously. "Wait here." He said firmly before promptly turning around and heading through the doors behind him deeper into the building.

The wait was quiet, and perhaps awkward, but it was certainly not long. It was hardly more than five minutes before someone returned, though it was not the Tekeri. Rather, it was a pair of Inquisitor Guards, both Glen with polearms like the others guarding the door. One took a step forward towards Kolvar and Baraw. "Walk with us, and do not deviate from our path." She warned the pair.

Heading deeper into the Guild Hall, one of the guards walked in front, while the other walked behind the pair, though the two Glen still walked in perfect step with one another. The hallways were as plain as the lobby; just undecorated marble. Whether or not every room was similarly unremarkable, though, they could not know, as every single door they passed on the way to their destination was closed tight, usually with a guard at its side. There was no way to know if this was normal for the Guild, or if they only took extra precautions when they had visitors.

Although none of the doors seemed too different from any other, the Guards appeared to know just where to bring them. One of the Glen opened the door and ushered the pair inside, then both followed them in and closed it behind them.

This room was one with far more personality than any other they had seen thusfar. It actually looked like it was someone's home, and quite a nice one at that. There were beautiful paintings decorating the walls, expensive furniture, and a wonderful view of the city out the window. Aside from the Guards who had followed them in, there were two other guards who had already been present. One was a Tekeri, while the other was an Iriad: a notable rarity outside of their homeland, though none of their expressions could be seen behind their masks.

At a large table in the center of the room sat another individual. This time, a S'tor. He was roughly middle-aged with dull red scales, and by the fact that he was unarmored and unmasked, was clearly not one of the guards. In fact, the light smile he gave as his guests approached showed more emotion than every single other person they had met since they had arrived. He wore a vibrant violet robe, with silver embroidery. He was not built like a fighter, but he was still a S'tor. Even an untrained S'tor could still physically overpower any other of Kanth-Aremek's intelligent species. "Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I am told that I am to be assigned to assist our Castigator. Please, tell me what you need."

[Assistant]
Kolvar Stilmyst

Kolvar avoided the gaze of the armed guards. He stayed quiet while the soldier would introduce himself. "My name is Kercheck. I was told to help with fetching a thought mage." He really hoped no one could read his mind. If this was the case, he would have to keep his mind blank. While waiting he was tapping his clawed finger on a nearby table. The rhythm is an old Kriliteran slave song.

 Walking with the guards along with the soldier. Keeping close to them. And felt quite anxious about who the inquisitor would be. He was quite impressed by the design of the exterior and interior of the building. Being particularly interested in the paintings that hung up on the wall of the inquisitor's office. He wondered if a Kriliteran had painted some of them. For a moment he stopped to squint and see if there was any sign of a Kriliteran who had painted these. There would be a very specific marking somewhere hidden in the painting. Of course, his train of thought was interrupted by the soldier touching his shoulder. "My apologies I was distracted by the craftsmanship of these paintings." He followed the soldier without any further interruptions.

Stopping in the middle of the room, looking petrified seeing the S'tor standing in front of them. Kolvar's clawed hands were shaking, he felt immense anger starting to build up. His face didn't show it, but his body was showing visible signs of pure rage. He took a few deep breaths before speaking. "We need your services speaking to some foreigners that had recently arrived in Kanth-Aremek. They do not speak the common tongue, and we need to communicate with them to lower tensions. A group of glen folk arrived as soon as Castigato Nellara arrived. Do you know of House Silbermine? They claimed to be from that group, and wanted to claim the contents of the ship." He tried to keep a level head while speaking to the S'tor.

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High District, Lenkik

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As the S'tor listened, he took a cup of something from the table in front of him and took a sip, though still kept his gaze firmly on Kercheck. It was steaming hot, and from the scent in the air, seemed to be some sort of tea. "Arrived in Kanth-Aremek recently you say? This has something to do with that brilliant light in the sky a few days back, yes? Visitors from beyond our world…what a spectacular occurrence." He remarked. The S'tor was soft-spoken, and seemed rather calm considering how significant this news was. "Ah, but where are my manners? I am Gar'Tan, Thought mage in gracious service to Lenkik. So of course, Castigator Nellara's word is my command."

While barely noticeable to their guests, the Iriad gave a quick gesture towards the two Glen Inquisitors. "Make the preparations." They ordered. Without hesitation, the two Glen took their leave, though the other two Inquisitors remained.

Gar'Tan continued without interruption. "I cannot say I am personally familiar with Mythadia's noble houses, but I do know their type. I can do my best to facilitate communications between all three groups. Please, while we are waiting, tell me what these visitors are like?"

[Assistant]
Watching the S'tor carefully particularly staring at him while he was sipping his tea. "Kerchek." He made a quick introduction before continuing to speak. "They seem obviously very scared, which is understandable since they do not know where they are. But they seem to want to try and communicate with us. Which shows they want to build some sort of relationship with us." Kolvar felt awkward talking to a S'tor. The relationship between their races was quite strained, to say the least. But he was willing to play nice for the time being, to get the thought mage on his side.

"They do not look like any Kanth-Aremek inhabitant that I know of. They appear to be without feathers and scales, being completely hairless. And their skin tone seems very strange." He hoped that nothing had gone wrong while he was away from the group.


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Blader

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Nickname: Blader
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Hometown: Jubilife City

Appearance:
Jason stands at six feet tall with azure eyes and snow white hair. He wears a red muscle tee with blue jeans and a pair of black hiking boots. He wears his katana strapped to his waist and has a lean, muscular build.

Personality:
Jason considers himself a Blade Master in the making, and has always had a fascination with swords and the attached skills. He's calm and generally very quiet, liking to learn what he can about someone or their problems before offering advice or deciding how the are. He cares deeply for his Pokemon and the feeling is returned. He often spends time training with his Pokemon personally, making sure that they're always ready for anything as well as keeping himself in shape. Once he calls someone friend, he'll protect them with his life and won't stand for any harm, be it verbal or physical, befall them. When he practices alone, it's usually with a katana.

Biography:
Jason was born to a couple who had only been married a couple years, but who had not wasted time setting their lives on the right track. Within the first six months, the pair had bought an old Renaissance Fair that had, by all rights, been on its last legs. Many of the performers had left and found work in higher paying areas of their expertise, had forgotten why they worked the Fair in the first place, and it was the joy they brought others. Several internal interviews later revealed several more potential dropouts, who were given a final paycheck and a gentle boot to the metaphorical curb before the work to restore the Fair began.

It was a year and a half after their marriage that the reinvigorated fair reopened, though Charlotte and Reginold had found out three months prior that Charlotte was pregnant. And thus, Jason Connor came along. From the age of three, when he began to show an understanding of what was going on around him, he was drawn not to the cheers and horse whinnies of the jousting arena, much to his mother's relief, but to the clangs and cheers of the sword duels. He found himself enthralled by the scene and as he grew older, began looking into learning how to wield one himself.

His mother encouraged this, telling stories about knights and their companion Pokemon, such as Sir Earnhert and his Bisharp, who became a Blademaster of his time, unparalleled in sword combat by any but another master.. Enthralled, it wasn't long before a young Jason began his own quest to become a Blademaster in a modern time. First was the forging of his blade of choice, a katana, though he spent the time it was being forged practicing with a wooden one or out exploring, honing his reflexes.

It was about when he reached age ten that he was out exploring a field when he was jumped by a group of angry wild Rattatas. They knocked the startled young man to the ground and began to Scratch him mercilessly. A young Ralts, who had been passing by on his hunt for food, heard the commotion and came to his rescue, and that's when he met Slayer. The young man returned home with Slayer, feeling a connection to the young Ralts. With the katana finished forging shortly after, his father began helping him learn how to use a sword and, through intense training, he forged a powerful bond with Slayer and other Pokemon. He was traveling the world, looking to perfect his blade techniques and become the first true Blademaster of a new world, searching for Latios in an effort to learn how to increase his speed and agility, when the strange wormhole sent him to Earth and turned his life upside down.

Pokemon Team

Personality: Slayer is a leader type Pokemon, always willing to take charge and make sure things get done. As a result, he is often at odds with Gaia. He also is perhaps the most patient on the whole team, able to tolerate any insults that occur from butting heads with Gaia and put up with Prankster's "jokes" better than anyone else. He likes to watch for his opponent to make a mistake, remaining on the defensive until he can spot an opening in his opponents movements. When he does, he strikes hard and fast, making his opponent suffer. He often uses double team to ensure the strike lands as intended. He sees himself as Jason's protector after the event with the Rattatas.

Personality: Gaia is another leader personality and she often has issues with Slayer for it. However, she's very loyal to Jason, especially since he helped her recover from a defeat at a Zangoose' hands, and is always willing to compromise with Slayer. Has a short temper and often lashes out at Prankster when he pulls a prank on her, usually involving his Substitute move and Fly. Will use Razor Wind to keep her opponent on the defensive until she can get close enough to strike with Shadow Claw or Night Slash to finish the fight.

Personality: Crunch is the forward attack aspect of the team, usually leading the way with his slash in double battles or striking against his foe quickly and without warning with Dig. He also tends to be a bit easily excited, unlike others of his species, who tend to be more aggressive. He tends to stand up for Prankster when Gaia flips her lid on him, and is a mediator for conflicts in the team.

Personality: Tracer is both a fighter and a lover, using his love for his friends to fuel him in a fight, helping him to win against even impossible odds. When he isn't in the heat of battle, he's trying to woo female of similar type into mating with him, or at least going out on a date. Unfortunately, he gets turned down a lot so he isn't the most happy Pokemon around. However, he's still happy enough to interact with the rest of the team. He also acts as the team's water transport.

Personality: Prankster's name is born from his and Jason's first meeting, a playful joke involving his Substitute and a hole a Diglett friend of his had made and covered with leaves. Jason, in his urgency to help the fake Skarmory, fell into the hole and landed on the soft dirt bed beneath. Laughing as he climbed out, he spotted the real one, who quickly took a liking to Jason. He serves as the hit and run master of team, confusing his opponent with his Substitute and then going for the KO.

Personality: Lucky is so named because when he was a Riolu, he'd been left for dead by a rather nasty trio of Mankeys. Laying in the road in the rain when Jason found him, Jason took him in and raised him, helping him regain his strength and then grow stronger. Despite Jason's best efforts, however, he refuses to be a social aspect of the team, instead preferring to remain alone and train. He's the jack of all trades, able to hit a foe from any distance and make the feel it. Has a strong dislike for Gaia for her being an Absol, but often simply ignores it. He is the guard of the group, watching over the others while they rest and protecting them from harm in any way possible.

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March 16th Liz Washing A Ton Dee Cee

Liz nodded to the professors answers, taking it all in stride. But when Juniper mentioned seeing their pokemon again, her mind shut down, she would see her friends again. She was lead to a private room a little on the bigger size to accommodate Ades girth. She jumped up on her Snorlax belly while Hades and Hephaestus joined her. Ade wrapped her arms around all three and they laughed jovially.

"Looks like we about to start an other adventure in a brand new place, are you guys ready?? Her pokemon nodded with excitement, they were estatic to be reunited with their Trainer after so long. "Right, well let's do some shopping first get some new clothes."

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March 16th Obstacle Course Circe

She had to bloody quit smoking, the survival skills were nothing, but oh goddess the running would kill her. She struggled a bit climbing a high wall but still she wasn't in last at least. This was just a test, so that I can own my own pokemon. She glanced down at her leg to the Gengar there and knew she just had to pass this test. She got to plant identification and began telling the proctor each different plant, good thing she went camping all those times. As she crossed the finish line she noted she was in the top thirty. Not horrible, but not great either, Circe hoped that her written test and the next section would make up for this part.

[Assistant]
Loading Arc...

One hour later...
Liz walked through the city with the help of her translator/friend Ronald. For a Monday, the sidewalks were quite busy. Soon she would arrive at a local shopping district, one suggested to her by a front desk worker back at her hotel. Here she would find many clothing shops to choose from.

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The lunch provided for the 100 canidates was good but nothing too special. At least it was an all you can eat buffet. When the lunch hour was finished, they were led back outside. On the other side of the obstacle course, there was a large building, built very much like a school. Inside the main lobby, everyone would wait while others would be taken to rooms for a "final interview". Circe didn't have to wait long, as she was a part of the first group.

Up two flights of stairs, she arrived at her room. The room was large and empty, except for a desk with one empty chair in front of it and a woman sitting behind it. A camera was set up off to the side on a tripod and pointed mostly at the empty chair. The woman stood up to welcome Circe, and introduce herself as Kathy.

Just a few minutes into the interview, it became apparent that Kathy wasn't any old interviewer. She was a professional phsychiatrist and damn good at her job. She asked normal questions like, "Why do you want to be a trainer?", "What are your life goals?", and "Before all of this, where would you have seen yourself in five years?". Yes, the questions were normal, but the unwavering eye contact, that was the unsettling part.

(Quick Note: Don't end the interview or leave this room in your post. There's another part to this interview.)

[User]
𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 '𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻' 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓻
1:46 PM Paris, France March 16th

It was still early afternoon in Paris, France, when the call came into Jason's new cellphone. "Hello?" He had managed to pick up French fairly quickly after arriving on this strange world known as Earth but three months prior, but English had proven more difficult, though he was confident in his grasp of it at this point in the interim. Around him his team was spread out, with Slayer and Gaia having a debate about one thing or another. The voice that answered him had a clear French accent in their English.

"Hello, Blader. We've just recieved word and a shipment from the US. They finally made working Pokeballs, thanks to the Professors." This brought a smile to the trainer's face as he stood and approached the door to the balcony, where he leaned against the railing.

"Excellent. We've been getting restless sitting in this hotel, even if the view is beautiful," three streets over had the Eiffel Tower after all, "and the food is excellent. How long before we can hit the road?" On the balcony beside him was Prankster, who looked longly at the skies above him, but knew that he couldn't, because most people were still coming to terms with their new residents. Slayer soon joined the pair, leaning against the wall to the right of the door while Crunch remained in his corner, snoring as he napped. Gaia had taken up her spot against the foot of the bed on the floor, still grumbling to herself as Tracer came over and attempted to comfort her, friend to friend. And, true to his nature, Lucky remained near the door to their room, seemingly asleep, but truly using his ability to sense Aura to keep watch as he always has.

While waiting for an answer, Jason couldn't help but look back at the last three months, starting with sudden appearance of a rift beneath him as he chased a rumor about Latias and his subsequent awakening in what he had learned was called the City of Lights, his team all around him and his Pokeballs non-functional. There had been chaos as police officers appeared all around and shouted at him in a language he hadn't understood. He attempted to explain what had happened, ask where he was, but they couldn't understand him any better than he understood them.

When firearms came out when he didn't comply with them, his team had wasted no time. Slayer unleashed a Psycho Cut, cleaving a car in two as Gaia attacked another with Night Slash. Crunch vanished with Dig before sending a group of officers flying after reappearing beneath them while Tracer sent others flying with a Surf and yet another car rent into pieces from an Air Slash from Prankster. Lucky rounded it off with an Aura Sphere that silenced everyone before yelling at the others. Though the officers had wanted to shoot after it all, government officials had arrived in time to talk them down before finding a way to let Jason know it was alright.

And now, here they were, sitting in a luxury hotel room waiting to begin an adventure on a new world. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, but he also knew that he had his team, so his fear was minimal.

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𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 '𝑱𝒆𝒅𝒊' 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕
San Francisco, California USA, 9:22 AM March 16th

If it hadn't been for the fact that he'd joined the National Guard and they'd instilled a sense of enjoying working out in him, the second part of the test would have whooped his butt. Or most of it anyways, since he'd only had a little bit of trouble with the chin-ups, but only that. The written, or computer, part had proven not as challenging as he'd thought, but still harder than he'd have wanted. He'd aced almost every question about the Pokemon themselves, though he was still pretty uncertain about the Fairy type, it messed with his preconception of Dragon-Type weaknesses.

Still, as he finished his lunch and was shown to the interview area, he was confident. Can't believe I'm going to become a real life trainer. Man, mom's gonna flip when I send her the news.


[System]
Age:
15.

Gender:
Female.

Appearance:
Camryn has brownish skin and straight, black hair as a result of her Māori heritage. She's fairly tall (5' 10"), and usually wears her (quite long) hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are a light hazel color, over which she wears a pair of slim-framed glasses. She's generally seen wearing jeans and various space-themed t-shirts under her school uniform.

Personality:
Camryn is very gregarious and lively, always talking to people and trying to get to know them. However, if someone causes her to dislike them, they will know immediately, as her personality when talking to them will do a complete 180; she will become cold and harsh, throwing out sarcastic remarks like candy and never raising her voice.

History:
Camryn was born in Wellington, New Zealand, to an employee of Industrial Illusions' New Zealand branch, her mother, and a stockbroker, her father. As she grew up, she took an especial interest in two things: her mother's work (and Duel Monsters by proxy), and space. Over the years, she helped her mother design several cards, including some of the new Cyber Dragon support. Her parents got her a telescope and a Duel Monsters deck for her 13th birthday, and she's used both almost every day since. Her father heard about Duel Tower from a friend of his who sent his son there, and after talking it over with Camryn and her mother, they decided that she would enroll there to learn how to become a pro duelist.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
The Gradius monsters (Falchion Beta, Victory Viper XX03, Blue Thunder T-45, etc).

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling/Xyz Summoning.

Current dorm:
Wind.

Chosen Structure Deck:
Deepspace Rebellion, a custom structure deck.

Custom Structure Deck List:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
2x Deepspace Berserker
2x Deepspace Suffocator
1x Falchion Beta
1x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
2x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Berserker Soul
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Solar Ray
1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Painful Escape
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder
1x Rare Metalmorph

Chosen Pack:
Cybernetic Revolution.

Current deck:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
3x Deepspace Berserker
3x Deepspace Suffocator
2x Falchion Beta
2x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin
1x Machina Fortress
2x Cyber Dragon

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
1x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder

Collection:
Chaos Emissary, Split Persona
Spellbook of Equilibrium x 3
Chaos Emissary, Lord of Summoning
The Depths of Space x 2
Deepspace Berserker
Chaos Emergence
The Chaos Emperor's Castle
Cyber Dragon
Gravesoil Sediment Golem
1x Steam Gyroid
1x Indomitable Fighter Lei Lei
1x Tyranno Infinity
1x Cycroid
1x Shien's Spy
1x Doitsu
1x Wroughtweiler
1x Steamroid
1x Cyber Archfiend
1x Berserker Soul
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid

Points:
50.

[User]
When the bus pulled up to Duel Tower, Camryn was, by far, one of the most excited people there. She had gotten a seat near the front of the bus, since she had arrived a bit late, and barely waited for the bus to open its doors before she ran outside, grabbed her suitcase, and hauled it over to the Duel Tower. She had been one of the first people to claim her structure deck and pack, Deepspace Rebellion and Cybernetic Revolution, respectively, and had bounced in place excitedly the whole time while the man behind the counter got her cards. Her placement duel had gone fairly well; she ended up with about half her LP left, and a bunch of Solidarities boosting a Deepspace Berserker for a final, devastating blow. The weirdness of her teachers and principal had briefly put a damper on her high spirits, but she eventually rationalized that they would just end up making her stay even more fun. Her assignment to Wind was a bit discouraging (she had been hoping to make Light), but not unexpected, given the way her duel had ended up.

Since she had been exploring around a lot, she was only just now going to her room, which turned out to be just next to the bathroom. "Joy of joys. I get to listen to people flush toilets all night. At least all the rooms are only meant for one person each." She thought, a bit peeved. Her sullenness changed when she heard a pair of male voices from an open door ahead of her (sounded like one was French, which was neat), and as she sped up a bit, she decided to pop in and say hi.

"Hey, you guys are new here too, right? I figured I should start getting to know my fellow classmates. I'm Camryn Fraser." She stuck out a hand to shake, accompanied by a sunny grin.

[Assistant]
Ben thought about how to respond to Zach about his words. Was he really deserving of the title of king? "A king stands on equal grounds to his subjects and serves them as they serve him. I don't see you as the type to bend your knee to me. A friend though I could use and maybe you'd even like to be a part of my recently formed Team Awesome?" Ben said as he looked up at the ceiling and then towards the Light Dorm. Though he did wish the French boy's English was better he did have to correct him on one regard. "No the knights don't stand together." Ben stated as he pulled out both Noble Knights Drystan and Laudsallyn. "Laudsallyn kills his fellow knights to return to the field and or get noble arms from my deck. Drystan while he normally aims for his enemies he can also attack his own king. Sometimes chivalry is just a guise for betrayal. Though I don't play that way and I won't make my knights fall to their own blades if I can help it. I much prefer for Drystan to help Artorgius than slay him for a chance to make Medraut come back. Archfiends on the other hand aren't so sneaky about it but they have their comradery. Think about it for a second. In the seeds of their hellish pandemonium they destroy each other but also revive another. Archfiend Command brings forth a bigger monster. Cavalry's death makes way for soldier. A fallen archfiend is fodder for his emperor to destroy another card on the field. They aren't evil they're just blunt instruments and do what nature dictates them to do. Just because something looks bad and acts that way sometimes doesn't mean they don't leave themselves open to comradely Zach. Even the darkest of people have a close spot for their friends." Ben stated to Zach as he put the cards back into his deck and then grabbed Zach's hand for a firm and warm handshake coupled with a nod.

However before he could do much else a young and pretty young girl popped up in his door way. "Oh another guest? I'm quite the popular guy now aren't I? Well it's nice to meet you Miss. I'm Benjamin Carson and I'm a new member of the Wind Dorm. Thanks for coming by to see me. Also don't mind the posse running around scaring or air horning people they're just trying to throw away all that hesitation going around. It may agitate a couple people but a little agitation goes a long way to making a friend. I hope you're day is going well. My wet friend over here is Zach from the Light Dorm he's here because I ran into him and he wanted to get clean so I let him borrow my sink to wash himself up. He's french by the way so I hope you don't mind the accent I'm sure he's doing his best to talk in English." Ben said as he walked over to the new girl and offered her his hand in a friendly gesture.

[User] Megan sighed, she should've known better than to ask for help. Clearly a light student had better things to do, she was lucky she'd only gotten a polite refusal. Megan finished off her sandwich, well nothing for it. Asking for help was clearly seen as pathetic here if that last response had been anything to go. Whatever she would do what she originally planned and stick it solo. Megan idly looked through her cards again as she went back to her dorm for some sleep. XYZ, Synchro, Fusion, she didn't have any of those. Heck she could barely special summon at all! It wasn't that she didn't like her warriors, it was just... they didn't seem good enough. Hmmmm. . .

[Assistant] Once Angelo felt that he was rated enough he got up and decided to try and find something to eat. All he knew was that their was a table of food nearby the stairs and Angelo shouldn't go exploring yet since it's still the first day. Angelo grabbed his uniform and put it on as he left he smiled seeing ben start to form a posse with a few of the younger dorm mates. Their were plenty of girls in the group but Angelo only had his eyes set on one girl and she was in the light dorm. He will find a way to her mock his words but Angelo will find a way. Soon Angelo left the room and walked down the stairs soon finding that table, he stayed to take done and put it on a plate to eat...

[User]
Mieux vaut régner en enfer , que de servir dans le ciel. I guess that is ze way of the Archfiends. the French boy shrugged. A bit of Milton works well here. After all, they did rise to serve their cruel overlord. But betray only hurts when it is revealed, not when it festers and rots silently in the relationship. That being said, a new girl appeared out of the blue, well not quite blue, but from down the hallway as she introduced herself in a rather excited manner as Camryn. This happened just as Zacharie was leaving, standing by the doorway and bidding Ben his good night, for the good knight? Anyways casting that thought into the back of his mind and focusing on the new girl who, seemed plain enough, although exotically coloured compared to Zacharie and Ben who were as white as European bread, the inside mind you not the outside. Her English skills however were far more fluent than Zacharie's as he still peppered in his French and drew quite a noticeable accent in his pronunciations.

"un plaisir mademoiselle," giving the girl a bit of a nod, "I was just leaving 'ere so, um, I may 'ave to leave you 'ere with ze charmant monsieur Carson..." Zacharie seemed a bit shy, blushing visibly as he looked back at Ben, who had taken the lead to introduce both of them, taking control of his apostles one by one as he gathered up a bunch of members to his club. "And uh, I would love to be part of your Team Ben. Merci pour l'offre. Mon père was concerned that I would not make any friends and bury myself in my books but..." Oh Zacharie, what did you just get yourself into? Your face is turning redder as you go now. He felt rather odd, not uncomfortable, but certainly like a boiling frog. Something was getting to him, under the collar maybe? His nerves were betraying his usually calm demeanor as the girl appeared and made herself into the wheelbarrow. "Anyways, I should go and... Well, Bonsoir Ben, Bonsoir mademoiselle!"

And with that, Zacharie quickly fled the scene which gripped him so. Well not so quickly as to be rude, but certainly enough to disappear from the end of the Wind hall. His room in sight, a bastion and sanctuary for his mind, and perhaps now emotions as he hurried along his way. He collapsed onto his bed, not even bothering to take a shower given that pretty had that done thanks to Ben, which lead to this rather nice meeting, despite the tail bit. What would tomorrow bring? He wondered as he turned to his side and picked up his book, picking it up right where he left off before nodding off to his dreams.

[Assistant]
Camryn was rather surprised at Zach's motormouthiness, but shook his hand firmly. "Uh, let's see... My day's fine, thanks, also there's a group going around airhorning people? Since when?"

And then the French guy - Zach, she was pretty sure - mentioned something about a team and left, red as a beet. "Also, why was he blushing so hard and what was that about 'Team Ben'?"


[System]
Magical Child Name: Taboo Child
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Appearance after transformation:
Personality: Nya is an eager girl, always trying to look recognition in others through willingness and hardwork. However, this also makes her appear naggy and needy at times, and can sometimes tire out even the most patient. She rarely talks about her true emotions, keeping a masquerade of almost neurotic behaviour, but deep down she's a rather awkward and shy girl, terrified of rejection. She doesn't really harbour much illwill to the demons, and at times she seems to sympathize with them. However she tries her hardest as a magical girl in order to find the recognition and acceptance she yearns for.

Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Eldritch Abominations
Psychological weakness: Nya's most glaring weakness is the fear of her less than human side, and also fearing of being rejected because of her true nature. Using her most powerful attacks also takes a toll on her sanity and she can grow increasingly psychotic.
Powers:

Fire of Tulzscha: Her most basic spell, it is a simple hand-sized fireball which can be launched at a target. Because of the eldritch nature of the fire, it also seems to erode in addition to burning.

Silver Spear of Yog Shothoth: Her actual finisher spell, Nya spends a brief time chanting before unleashing a spear of an unknown, alien substance (either described as silver fire or a liquid metal) capable of piercing any kind of armor and searing through the thoughest of defenses. However its rather taxing execution only makes it suitable as a finisher or as a sniping attack.

Arcane Symbol: Nya can carve a symbol in any surface, and impart it with her essence. Said symbol will now ward off supernatural attacks that hit the nearby surface for a while, although repeated attacks will wear the symbol down.

Summoning: Nya can summon eldritch creatures, however due to her inexperience and lack of maturity she can only summon baby versions, which are more fit for support tasks than actual combat. She can summon baby shoggoths for cleaning, infant fire vampires for lighting, tiny deep ones for underwater tasks, etc...

Tentacle: Nya can summon a tentacle in any part of her body that can be swung like a whip and hits with the force of a crocodile tail. She is hesitant to use this, however, as the sheer gross factor of it can creep even demons.

Spawn Body: Nya's body has rather good regeneration properties, and she can regenerate and reattach broken bones and limbs rather quick. However, the proccess of regeneration also shows her inhuman part in the form of myriads of wormlike tendrils closing the wound. Due to this fact, conventional attacks and suffocation will only at most knock her out. Magical attacks, however, are perfectly capable of disrupting this process. Corruption also affects Nya in a peculiar way. The more corruption she stacks, the less human she'll appear to be, with black veins appearing all over, eyes in places where do not belong, wriggling tentacles, an elongated whiplike tongue... It also makes her appear more psychotic as the corruption progresses...but also immune to demonic control and sway. She becomes far too alien to control. Corrupting her completely will turn her into a hideous abomination: The spawn of Nyarlathotep, whose allegiance would be unknown.
History: Nya was born to a single mother, alcohol and a single-night stand. Wracked with guilt and sorrow of an ever spiraling life, Nya's mother rejected the child and committed suicide not soon after, calling her something that should not have been born. She was transferred to an orphanage, where she was tutored and fed acceptable. Nya wasn't very talkative by then, but soon, with the care of other kids, she came out from her shell little by little. Even if her own mother had not accepted them, others had done so. That was a feeling she craved desperatedly, eventually becoming an overeager energetic brat who was always doing things for others, and pestering people.

And orphanages are very well known demon magnets. The tragedy occurred. Children died, adults died, and a half dead Nya was crawling on the ground with only one useable arm, the blood from her wounds leaving a red trail as she desperately tried to get away from the beasts. Her vision blurred, and she hallucinated.

A man appeared, with dark eyes and dark clothes, amidst the demons. Some of them lunged on the man, but were pierced and tossed aside by an unknown force. The man knelt before the dying Nya, and produced in his gloved hands a dusty tome, gently sliding it towards Nya as he opened the pages. He nudged her face gently, showing a warm, or perhaps mischievous smile of pearly white teeth.

"Happy 15th anniversary, my child."

Nya couldn't understand. She focused on reading the book, full of alien scribbles, but somehow familiar. And the world went black.

She woke up, covered in blood, both her and of the creatures on herself. The man was nowhere to be found. Nor were the creatures, beyond their mangled bodies. A dark feeling clutched on her chest. Somehow, she knew she had been the one who had fought the demons back. And somehow, she knew that such mysterious man was her father. Her long lost father. And that he wasn't in the least human.

Nor she was either.

In the aftermath, Nya was transfered to another facility, where she came to terms with her...less than human side and decided to put it to good use with all the demons roaming about. Hoping, that perhaps, it wasn't too late to relive that feeling of acceptance she once had.

[User]
Tali began walking, into the suburbs from the treeline. Thankfully nobody was around to see a girl with a walking stick and a sleeping pack rolled up on her back. She studied the time period and adjusted her clothes accordingly, taking her belongings and moving them into a red backpack before donning a navy-coloured school uniform. It was strange to be back in human time again, she could nearly feel it slink past as she entered it. She wondered if her family was still around now, she wondered how old her baby brother was. She knew she was somewhere outside of London - maybe they had moved here? Did they need her? Maybe her intuition led her back to them to save them somehow. She could only wonder.

Her bare feet touched burning sidewalk and she jumped back, hissing at it. She donned shoes, even if this hindered her senses through the earth. She walked funny in them at first, but soon remembered the feeling of them. She made her way to the city nonetheless, keeping her mind empty. Thoughts would only crowd out her intuition and she would likely lose her way if she paid any mind to them.

Suddenly she felt her stomach drop. Her body felt heavy and gravity seemed to change. She turned and began sprinting in the other direction to escape this danger, dropping to all fours. She panted as she tried to outrun the sinking feeling, but once it touched the tip of her toe, she was sucked in.

Tali came out from the other side of the portal in full feral mode. She was crouched on the ground and growling lowly. Her senses readjusted to find an overwhelming amount of beings around her. Thousands of bodies moved around rapidly as if she were shrunk into an ant hill. She looked around at those immediately near her. It was a group of children near her biological age. They stood around and chatted happily, or at least comfortably.

English. She hadn't spoken this language or any at all in a long time. She raised up, not lowering her guard one bit. She managed to speak, 'Who you?' she demanded as she glared with a golden eye.

[Assistant]
Robyn Bennett
The school bell rang, the sound echoing through the hallways which soon would be brimming with students. Slowly the classes emptied themselves and voices started to fill up the corridors which had been silent until thus far. Robyn found herself amidst the buzzing, surrounded by a group of classmates. She didn't particularly stand out; she was just another person amongst the crowd of adolescents. Although, if you would pay close attention, you would think her posture had more confidence to it, her gaze to be more determined in comparison to those around her. With nimble footsteps she walked towards the main hall, her dark hair bouncing lightly as she went. While most of her classmates were on their way to the cafeteria, Robyn preferred to eat her lunch outside.

As she treaded down the doorsteps, she looked up at the sky; in contrast to the image most people had of the weather in the UK, today the sky was crystal clear aside from maybe one or two contrails. She started to make her way down the path which lead to one of the benches where she usually sat down to have her meal, but slowed down when she noticed an odd glistening. Tilting her head, she tried to peer through the leaves of a big tree next to the school building. As she drew closer she figured the glimmering did not originate from within the tree, but instead was located somewhere behind it and… somewhere above it..? A strange sensation awoke within her when she turned around the trunk and saw the source. A portal..! Although over the past few years Robyn had gotten more or less used to the idea that she could see things that could be considered supernatural – hell, she had even needed to fight against some of those things with the powers that had been granted to her – every time she encountered something new her heart jumped a little. Without giving much more thought to it, she hid behind one of the corners of the academy and transformed into her magical attire. A blue flash leaped up into the tree and with another jump, Robyn disappeared into the portal.

Spinning around in the whirlwind she had created to lift herself up, it her took a moment to regain focus and behold the city of London as it became visible underneath her. Despite, or maybe because the vibrant streets were littered with people, no one seemed to have noticed the arrival of the girl. Robyn felt the wind underneath her lose momentum and knew soon she was going to descend. As she started to fall back to earth a group of individuals caught her eye. Seems I'm late to the party, she remarked inwardly when she realized they were magical children, just like her. Creating one more burst of wind midair she dashed in their direction.

Agile, she landed swiftly, and joined the group. "Why hello," she announced herself as she bowed slightly, placing one foot behind the other. "Most refer to me as The Tempest, but I'd prefer if you'd call me something more personal such as Abigail," she said, a faint smile present on her lips. "Don't worry, that's not my real name," she added; although in this situation it did not seem directly necessary to her, Robyn was aware of the convention to keep their real identity a secret.

She glanced around the circle, finding herself a little lost as she had never seen so many magical children together. Her gaze rested on one of the younger girls, her bright eyes looking up at her when she mentioned that she had brought cookies which she'd happily share with all of them. She was taken aback a little by the offer, but her growling stomach reminded her of her earlier plans, so she gladly accepted one. "Thank you!" she said gratefully before biting down.

[User]
'Let's see we have watersports the video game, rocks…. Excuse me pebbles for brains and diabetes' Saryn thoughts echoed as she continued to insult the other magical girls as she was never fond of the magical rejects in Japan especially those so called friends Nelly has in Akihabara. 'Be nice' Nelly thought back stepping forward ignoring the one called Terra Breaker and accepting a treat from the chocolatier "Thank you" She said kindly taking a cookie and taking a bite out of it 'OK well the chocolate factory has a gift' Saryn admitted her voice ringing a lot lower toned than it was previously  'Anyway give me control you're too defensive to fight demons' she yelled 'no you willingly released your hold to me, it's my turn' Nelly explained running forward and using the stolen strength from the now dead demon launched herself high into the air and bounced off one of the birds.

Nelly continued to jump higher and higher any attack made by the birds were deflected quickly until the extra energy was depleted, but it didn't matter as she made it to the heart of the swarm. Holding in her arms in a praying fashion to use her illumination ability which was essentially a demon purge skill, though it killed them in a very non-violent way quick and painless. She was shining like a small star in the sky, though it wasn't as bright as it could have been being that it was bright already outside. The flock of demonic birds turned into a massive dust cloud and Nelly began to fall passing up the Terra Breaker in her descent. 'Yea beat that you tectonic looser' Saryn shouted 'Not even remotely funny' Nelly replied in her own thoughts.

[Assistant]
Footsteps. Left. Right. Left. Right. Jump. A maddening sprinting pace. Heavy breathing. Her hair fluttering in the wind, as if it was some sort of trail of her movement. She clenched her fists, as she felt fire in her lungs. She was getting short of breath. And the demonic smorgasbord was at its peak, only to recede soon after. A plague who looked like the lovechild of The Birds and a B movie had unfolded in London. The city she had taken residence in.

Nya bit her lip. How come she was going to be the last one to arrive! Foreigner girls would surely laugh at her uselessness! It was then when she noticed the general presence of the other girls. Yes, she was late to the action. Clenching her tiny fists, she inhaled one last time.

"I'm SO SORRY! I'm late!" She said to the assorted members, in case they were very strict types. "Birds...damned...outta nowhere...gotta...breath. Bugger." Nya knelt firmly on her knees in her transformed state. The faint smell of chocolate came into her nostrils, as well as she took a general outlook of the other girl faces.

"Name's...Nya... the Taboo..." She voiced as high as she could after the frantic sprint. "Nice to meet ya! I hope we can all help eachother...say, can I take one?" Nya added, pointing at the confections one girl had brought, funnily enough.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: Mudkip
Bio: Liam dreamed of being a pokemon trainer like his father was once upon a time. He has a fondness for dragons. He dreamed of what the Dragon's Den would look like and hopes to one day be able to visit it. Liam traveled tough Kanto with Shiaranui. The two faced off in the final round of the tournament. When Liam was a baby, he had a babysitter, a Chansey named Florence. (She has evolved since Liam left on his journey.) A slip on a wet floor in the Pewter City Museum revealed that his hair is only dyed black. It was revealed in Blackthorn City, that he is the son of a Nurse Joy. He was as a random trainer called him when he was 5, "The shiny Pokémon of humans." Liam also explained that he uses a special dye, that has Bluk Berries as a key ingredient.
 Liam participated in and won the first ever Dragon Cup in Blackthorn City, having teleported home for it with his shiny Alakazam, Sherlock. He has also mastered the Battle Chateau in Kalos.

Requested Legend(s): Rayquaza, Latios, Jirachi, Deoxys
and his rival:

Name: Trevor Walton
Age: 13
Hometown: Vermilion City
Appearance (pic preferred):
Starter: -
Bio: Trevor disliked Liam, he disliked Liam solely due to the fact that he felt inadequate, believing Liam is coincided by his looks and talent in training. During the trip though Kanto, Trevor more or less followed the path of Blue in the original games. Recently, Trevor has warmed up some to Liam and Shiranui. He still may not particularly like them, but he respects them as strong Pokemon Trainers.

[User] Deoxyes was hit and slammed the firey fist into Mawile.

[Assistant] Gimansha was sent flying through the air and landed right in front of Shiranui KO'd. "Have a good rest, Gimansha," Shiranui praised, recalling his Mawile, "I hope Deoxys likes the rain, 'cause it's going to get a lot of it! Kaishin, I choose you!" Shiranui sent out the legendary Kyogre. The Blue Orb that Kaishin was holding glowed and the Kyogre underwent a phenomenon known as Primal Reversion. Heavy rain started falling onto the battlefield in a more confined version of the disaster that Kaishin released on its awakening.

[User]
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"Thunder!" Liam called. The rain made this an unavoidable hit.

[Assistant] "Kaishin, show off your signature move!" Shiranui called, "Use Origin Pulse!" Kaishin was struck by lightning, but the damage was only major at best. The Primal Kyogre fired numerous bright blue beams of water energy at Deoxys.

[User] "Protect!" Liam called. Deoxyes morphed to a more rounded form (i.e. Defense) and a green shield was conjured to absorb the move.

[Assistant] "Kaishin, use Sheer Cold!" The Primal Kyogre fired a blast of ice energy cold enough to freeze helium. "Not even that form can wall off a hit from that move," Shiranui thought to himself.

[User] "Use Agility to get out of the way!" Deoxyes took a more aerodynamic form and evaded the OHKO move.

[Assistant] "Kaishin, give Deoxys a taste of his own medicine!" Shiranui called, "Use Thunder!" Kaishin let off a roar and the sky lit up with lightning.

[User] "Poison Jab!" Liam called. Deoxys reached out to connect the poisoned touch to Kyogre, and draw the lighting back to it as well.

[Assistant] Kaishin was not poisoned from the hit, but Deoxys kept its noodle-like arm on the Primal Kyogre when lightning struck the alien. Kaishin got the aftershock. "Deoxys can't take many more of those attacks, but Kaishin isn't faring well either," he mused, "Kaishin, use Signal Beam!"

[User] "Recover" Liam ordered. Deoxys side stepped the attack and began to heal its injuries.

[Assistant] "Kaishin, return; Kakureru, I choose you!" Shiranui took the opportunity to switch his Primal Kyogre out for his Latias. The tempest subsided for now.

[User]
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"Shadow Ball" Liam ordered.

[Assistant] "Dragon Pulse!" Kakureru fired an orb of draconic energy and the attacks met in an explosive stalemate.

[User] "Ice Punch!" Liam ordered.

[Assistant] "Reflect Type!" Kakureru reflected Deoxys' type, removing her Dragon typing in time to receive a chilly punch.

[User] "Recover" Liam comanded.

[Assistant] "You too, Kakureru," Shiranui called. Both battlers recovered their health.

[User] "Shadow Ball!" Liam called.

[Assistant] "Kakureru, Shadow Ball right back!" Both Pokémon threw a Shadow Ball. With Deoxys still in its Speed Forme, Kakureru's Shadow Ball overpowered the other to the point of absorbing it and getting a little bigger.

[User] "Evade with Extremespeed!" Liam called.

[Assistant] "No amount of evading can dodge this one!" Shiranui rebutted, "Kakureru, Shock Wave!" Deoxys disappeared from sight, dodging the Shadow Ball. Meanwhile, Kakureru had conjured an orb of electricity and held it up. An arc appeared between Deoxys and the orb.

[User] "Protect." Liam said. Deoxys assumed Defense Form and threw up the shield.

[Assistant] "Psych Up!" Kakureru copied Deoxys' Agility boost, making the Latias faster.

[User]
"Deoxys, return, Ohm come on out!" The Jolteon took the place of the Defense form Deoxys.

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[Assistant] "Kakureru, Role Play!" The Latias used her psychic powers to copy Ohm's ability.

[User] "Attract!" Liam called. Ohm winked and sent several hearts toward Latias.

[Assistant] "Safeguard!" Kakureru created a protective field around herself that repelled the hearts.

[User] "Shadow Ball!" Liam called.

[Assistant] "Reflect Type!" Kakureru used her psychic power to copy Ohm's type. The Latias' coat gained an electrical charge that weakened the damage from the Jolteon's Shadow Ball from a super effective hit to a normally-effective one that didn't do much damage.

[User] "Dig!" Liam called. Ohm dug a hole and burrowed into the ground. Since Kakureru had copied Ohm's ability, it was now supceptiable to ground moves, and Reflect Type made her weak to it.

[Assistant] Shiranui smirked as he sprung his trap. "Kakureru, Earthquake!" The Latias slammed the ground with both her fists and set it shaking. With Jolteon underground the attack would be extra potent.

[User] "Quick! Jump out and use Thunderbolt on yourself!" Liam called. Ohm quickly escaped from the ground, while barely holding onto consciousness. Ohm then gave himself a good jolt, triggering his Volt Absorb, pushing him out of the danger zone.

[Assistant] "Kakureru, use Psychic!" The Latias' eyes glowed a bright cyan as she started giving Ohm a mental onslaught.

[User]
"Jolt!" Ohm called out.
 "Use Rest!" Liam ordered. Ohm went to sleep and restored his health, instant waking back up, tanks to his Chesto Berry.

[Assistant] "Kakureru, Earthquake!" The Latias kept up the offence as she slammed the ground with her fists again, causing an earthquake.

[User] Ohm took signifigent damage. "Shadow Ball!" Liam ordered.

[Assistant] Shadow Ball connected for some damage. "Kakureru, Zen Headbutt!" The Latias tucked her arms into her body and flew at Ohm, her head glowing with iridescence. The Safeguard had subsided.

[User] "Now, Attract!" Liam called. Ohm sent hearts flying toward Kakureru as she zoomed toward him.

[Assistant] Kakureru flew so fast she couldn't dodge the hearts in time and was thus infatuated with Ohm. Her attraction caused her to hesitate and thus stop the Zen Headbutt. "Kakureru, Roar!" The Latias did manage to let out a loud roar, intending to remove the source of her attraction.

[User]
Deoxys was forced back out.

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"Flash Cannon!" Deoxys morphed to its Attack Form and fired off the steel type move.

[Assistant] "Kakureru, Thunder!" Kakureru took the not-very-effective hit and laughed off the damage. The Latias conjured some ball lightning and threw it into the sky, intending to hit Deoxys with a lightning bolt.

[User] "Skill Swap!" Liam called. Deoxys took the Volt Absorb so the electric move would not hurt it.

[Assistant] Deoxys was struck by lightning and thanks to the Skill Swap, recovered some health. "Kakureru, Outrage! Mega Ring activate!" Shiranui activated his Mega Ring and Kakureru was enveloped in the glow of Mega Evolution. The Glow subsided to reveal Kakureru looking like a mixture of her regular form and an upside-down F-22 Raptor coloured lavender where her red downy fur used to be. Kakureru zoomed at Deoxys with a berserker rage and with Deoxys in its Attack Forme, Shiranui knew it would only survive one or two hits from a raging Mega Latias.

[User] "Ice Beam!" Liam ordered.

[Assistant] Kakureru was blasted, but pressed on with her attack.

[User] Deoxys was hit. Deoxys was staggered. "Recover!"

[Assistant] Deoxys recovered its health as Kakureru turned around and swooped in for another attack.

[User] "Iron Defense!" Deoxys took on its Defense Form.

[Assistant] Kakureru's attack connected and Deoxys did not get as much damage thanks to the form change. The Mega Latias turned and swooped in for a third attack.

[User] "Recover." Liam called.

[Assistant] Deoxys recovered more health as Kakureru's third Outrage attack connected. The Mega Latias was left confused.

[User] "Another Ice Beam!" Liam called. Deoxys returned to Attack Form and fired the ice attack.

[Assistant] "Healing Wish!" Kakureru was focused enough to release all her energy and stamina in the form of a large orb of energy. The Mega Latias fell to the ground and reverted to her old form, dodging the Ice Beam. "This is a huge risky gambit I'm doing," Shiranui thought to himself.

[User]
Latias was rulled as KO'd. A brief intermission was called.

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Dusknoir-3-Mawile
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Liam went backstage and focused on his battle plan going on. Shiranui had Breloom, Primal Kyogre, and one other Pokémon left. Liam had four left, two of who hadn't even touched the battlefield yet. He was in good safe, but he needed to keep focused.


[System]
15|Male|5'4

Personality: Its hard to describe Eden, the best way of doing so would be calling him a wandering misfit. If asked, 'Why do you travel?' Eden would answer, 'I travel because I'm a traveler'. He's a strange one, depending on the situation he can be friendly and caring, or cruel and unforgiving. He's almost unnaturally lucky, and his inquisitiveness knows no bounds. He's the type of person who speaks his mind without thinking of the consequences. He's extremely unpredictable, it's almost impossible to guess what he will do next. Those that meet him are usually left confused and frustrated. Wherever he goes, something interesting is bound to happen.

Little is actually known about Eden before he started to roaming the land. There are many rumors, but none have been confirmed. What is common knowledge though, is that for the right price, he'll take any job. He's done many jobs that involve spying and thievery. Feared for his deadly accuracy with a pistol, he has done a fair amount of mercenary work before too. He is truly a jack of all trades. Recently he had been contacted for a past client about a job that would earn him a large sum of money. Reinhardt, the leader of a large-scale mercenary group that he had worked for many times in the past wanted him full-time. The heiress to their company was attending a high school in Felmont city, his job was to go under cover and watch her from a distance. They didn't care what he did, his only job was to make sure she didnt get herself killed. Now a student of Ason High, Eden has abandoned his wandering lifestyle for the first time. Will he be able to blend inwhile still doing his job? (I wrote a good sized backstory, but then decided to cut it out. I want to reveal most things through RP.)

David & Goliath
Size: Small
Element: Earth - (Metal)
Type: Object

Abilities: Wielding these pistols drastically increases both his agility and dexterity. He can perform feats that go way beyond the capabilities of an average human. He also has deadly accuracy with both pistols, he can use them efficiently far past their effective range.

Backstory: Eden acquired these pistols long before he entered into the academy. They were gifts from his late father who was a well known traveling summoner. (More to be revealed in RP)

(Spent forever making this app then scrapped like 80% of it.) I'm going to assume since I'm a co-GM I can accept my own app.

[User]
Eris' eyes widened in disbelief after hearing those words, at first she thought about exploding in a nervous fit, but after looking at Meeka's genuinely oblivious face, Eris couldn't get herself to become furious with the girl, after all, the real culprit was yet to show his face at the classroom. "Oh, he said that then, didn't he?" Eris had an evil grin in her face as she asked Meeka. The other girl just nodded and gave her a "Yup!" as an answer. Eris' face then became clouded in darkness as she said something very dangerous, in a in playful sound voice, "I don't know if you would like it, Meeka. Sure, a boyfriend can be useful, but the feeling of becoming a widow isn't so pleasant."

Before Meeka had the time to answer, the teacher came into the classroom and started talking about some ridiculously high level topics for a class of highschoolers, before dismissing them before the time ended and giving the an even more ridiculous assignment as homework. Seriously, how could a man like this even be allowed to teach them? Not that it minded to Eris anyway, since, as soon as she had a free time she would go to the Library and do this obnoxious homework in one go if possible.

However, the focus of Eri's attention right now was other. She waited until Eden went to the bathroom, since even he would have to go there one day, anyway, she didn't even cared about the other students anymore, there were enough rumors about her already one more about she waiting for her 'boyfriend' at the boys' toilet door would kill her.

When Eden finally got out, he saw Eris and tried to run, but she had the element of surprise at her advantage, she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to corner, pressing him against the, so that he couldn't slip away. "How are you going to repay me, huh? You ruined my image in a way that I simply can't reconstruct. If you really want to play being my boyfriend this much..." Eris had a devious grin in her face as she said, "You better be ready to face the consequences." Then, Eris moved some strands of her hair who had fallen over her face away in a slightly suggestive gesture and whispered in Eden's ear, so that only he could hear, "Tell anything about this to my father and you're a dead fox, you know it, don't you?" To seal the deal, Eris gave a light peck at Eden's cheek, before going away to her next class. The look in her eyes practically saying, "You're my plaything now," to Eden.

The following classroom was crammed with all sorts of magical artifacts and strange contraptions that Eris couldn't help but wonder for why they were used. She'd arrived quite early and this time she decided to pick a place in the front row as well as saving one space for at each of her sides for both Meeka and Lucille (if she was feeling well enough to attend the class, that is).

A few minutes later, when Meeka finally arrived and placed her things besides Eris, before sitting, Eris turned to her with an uncharacteristic smile in her lips and said, "I'm sorry about my joke earlier, Meeka. The truth is that having a boyfriend is wonderful in so many ways that I can't barely explain it with words."

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.@SlamJamcity@Lvl Down@Ruby Etra

[Assistant]
Meeka didn't mind that Professor Hayes had assigned so much homework. 10 pages was easy for her to write, as for the subject he went over in class, it was a great review for her. Once the class had eneded, Meeka left the room and went to the next class. Meeka finally arrived to the next class, and after finding Eris, Meeka placed her things besides her and before sitting, Eris turned to her with an uncharacteristic smile in her lips and said, "I'm sorry about my joke earlier, Meeka. The truth is that having a boyfriend is wonderful in so many ways that I can't barely explain it with words."

 Meeka thought it would be cool if she had a boyfriend. She never had one before, and from what she saw around her, was that relationships made people so happy and that they were perfect. Always happy and not a single problem in them. She gleefully thought about what she would do if some guy came up to her and asked her on a date. She didn't know, but her thoughts abruptly ended when a guy in a black and purple coat fell from the ceiling onto the floor with a thud. Most of the girls screamed in the classroom, some guys could be heard saying cool, and what is that. Meeka was even more surprised when that guy suddenly stood up, head leaning over his right shoulder, his eyes closed with a crazy look on his face. Meeka didn't feel comfortable at all. She actually wished she had sat in the back of the classroom.
"Welcome class!" The crazy looking figure said, while his eyes were closed. He suddenly brought his head to back in line with his body. Many people gasped when they saw his face. His red eyes boring into your soul, and half his face covered with a silver-looking mask. Strange things were written on his hands and feet. His voice was was like a gentle breeze, but his demeanor left you with the impression that he would swallow your soul. The guy bowed to the students then said, ""My name is Professor Marx. I will be your planar instructor." As he finished his introduction, a large hole opened up and black tentacles stretched out and grabbed Marx and pulled him through. The hole dissapeared and once again screams could be heard and some girls were crying this time.

 One girl in the back of the room fainted when she heard Marx's voice from behind her. Everyone turned around and saw Marx standing there in the back of the room, like nothing happened. He tripped on his robe as he made his way back to the front nearly collapsing on top of a guy. Once he was at the front, he clapped his hands, and it was pitch black. His voice could be heard in the darkness, it sounded eerie and raspy all at the same time."Have you ever wondered what the void is like when you visit the plane of darkness?" His voice seemed to come from every direction. A boy started screaming saying something grabbed him and more girls started to scream. Meeka felt very nervous, and was actually really scared. "Do you feel depressed? Do you feel that there is no hope for survival?" Another guy cried out in pain, saying that he was bleeding. "Wh...what's going on here?"Meeka's voice was incredibly shaky. Just then, the lights came back on, and the teacher stood before them smiling, like nothing had happened at all. "I think that is enough introduction for the day class. I hope your experience with the plane of darkness was exhilarating and joyful. You have no homework unless you want it. Now leave before the next class comes in. Our education has only just begun." He laughed maniacally and walked into his office located behind him.

 Meeka was visibly shaking when she left the horrid room, she could barely stand. What had just happened in there?

[User]
When class ended Eden made a mad dash for the door. He had to try his best to avoid coming into contact with Eris. With all the rumors that were now floating around about the two, there was no way she'd let him get off scot-free. Lurking the halls, he tried his best to blend with the crowd. Eris was too sharp though, she picked him out of the crowd as he passed by the men's restroom and dragged him off into the corner. There was no where for him to run. Eden was trapped in between her and the wall. Resisting would be futile. She was a ferocious women, cold and unforgiving. Her eyes burned deep with anger, it seemed like she intended to kill him, but instead she spoke.

"How are you going to repay me, huh? You ruined my image in a way that I simply can't reconstruct. If you really want to play being my boyfriend this much..."

"You better be ready to face the consequences."

The whole time she spoke, she wore a wicked grin across her face. It was like she was deriving pleasure from seeing him backed into a corner with nowhere to run. She playfully toyed with her hair then leaned closely so only that Eden could hear. The look on her face had changed, she no longer smiled wickedly, her smile was more seductive in a way. The words that came out of her mouth did not surprise Eden. Instead of confessing her love, she threatened to take his life if he told her father. Giving a quick peck on the cheek she turned away and happily ran off. Eden was no longer a free man. Eris had him completely wrapped around her finger. As far as she was concerned, he was now no more than a plaything to her.

Eden didn't even bother attending second period. He was too worried about trying to find a way out of the mess he had made for himself. There were many options, but all of them ended with him facing untimely demise. He wanted to run, but he still had a job to do. He was hired to protect Eris Reinhardt, the heiress to a band of mercenaries. If that duty required him to pretend to be her boyfriend, then so be it. From this day forth Eden Wright would pretend to love Eris. There wasn't a single part of him that actually did, he hated her at this point. But, if he intended to keep his life, it's what he'd have to do.

By the time second period was over, things had already set in stone. Walking aimlessly around the campus Eden looked for something to occupy his time. Third period wouldn't start for another 45 minutes, this time was given to the students as a free period where they could eat lunch and talk to their friends. The problem was Eden had nothing to eat, he hadn't eaten anything in the past two days, and as for friend. He had none. This period was where social outcasts like him wallowed in their misery. He was about to just leave school for the day, but as he neared the gates, a group of girls ran up and stopped him. "Ummm.... Excuse me. You're Eden, right? Would you like to maybe have lunch with us?" Eden turned towards the group of girls and looked at the one who was standing in the center. She was a small thing, fragile with long black hair. The longer he stared, the smaller she seemed to grow. All the girls giggled as she shrunk away in fear, It was obvious this was the first time a boy had paid her any mind. "I'm sorry, I really nee-" Eden had planned to brush off their invitation, but mid-sentence he was cut off by the sound of his stomach growling. All the girls giggled as the sound resonated from his stomach. Taking it as a yes, one of the girls grabbed him by the hand and dragged him off into the grass where they were holding a picnic. Several boxed lunches sat in front of him. They were each made by a different girl, all of them just for him. It seemed wherever he went, women couldn't resist turning him into their plaything. "Are you going to try some or just stare at it?" One of the girls said jokingly. One of them then decided to just take a spoon full and shove it into his mouth. This started a frenzy, each of the girls were taking turns stuffing food into his mouth. By the end of it Eden felt like he was going to explode. I never knew I was so popular amongst the ladies.