[System]
Age: 18

Birthday: Jan 20th

Magic:
Well of Creation: This magic can pull from the users imagination, but requires immense levels of concentration and magic reserve. The user must have a solid grasp on the item they wish to create, a firm and solid image in their mind. Without a solid image, you might end up fighting with a squiggly line for a sword. This means only the things he has practiced the hardest are capable of being brought out in the midst of a tough combat.

Small objects tend to be the easiest to create. Requiring less magical energy, though they tend to have the least amount of punch. Intricate items require more focus, though the size is what determines the magical cost of said item. A chair for example wouldn't eat up too much magical energy and can be created rather easily.

Though a large object, such as say a wooden beam, a tree, a carriage etc. Would eat up a much more substantial amount of magic. To add decoration and such wouldn't require much more in the way of magic, but the amount of concentration would be much more substantial.

Some Spells would include, for the minor range-

Sword Creation: Creating a sword of stern magical strength, though the skill to use it well doesn't come along with the blade.

Armor Creation: Creates a decent set of armor for the user, though their movements may become a bit more sluggish, their defenses can go up at least.

Chair Creation: Everyone needs a place to sit.

Magical Bomb: An explosive created utilizing magic as it's detonator.

Medium Range Spells Would include-

Armor Golem: A suit of armor, with weapon, capable of moving on the command of the user.

Tracking Beast: A small creature, the size of a normal house cat, though this creatures entire purpose in life is sniffing out the target.

Magic Level: Dunno.. A?

History: Verick was born to a father and mother in the mountains of a small country. His father was a practitioner of magic and the only reason he had found himself a wife was in order to continue passing down his magical knowledge. His purpose was to try to force his son to pass on his knowledge to his own son… etc. etc.. eventually culminating in the most powerful mage since Zeref. Though this plan was short lived. His father was found out, practicing illegal magic.

Verick was out gathering fire wood at the time and luckily had escaped capture himself. But was forced to live on his own from that day forward. He practiced his magic in secret, traveling from town to town so he wouldn't end up caught like his father… Though he had no idea of guilds until he reached fourteen. Now he's been searching for something worthwhile, a guild where he can settle down… and get filthy rich. (Living on the streets so long and always forced to be in that mountain home… He never got to have any toys or books outside of magic… now he craves everything he never had as a child.)

Personality: Verick is a happy go lucky guy on the outside. But he tends to press buttons and get on peoples nerves. He believes that by pressing their buttons you see the true person. He is mistrustful of people, seeing as how he was raised and the life he lived afterward, never knowing when people might see him or turn him in. Though he longs for the kind of life that others had, a family, friends… people to care for him. But he often sabotages these relationships.

Guild and guild mark location: No Guild Yet

Team Members: none

Three Strengths:
1. Strong imagination
2. Skilled with many forms of weapons
3. Knows how to live on the streets! (He's... been homeless a while.)

Three Weaknesses: (Make them Applicable)

1. Has a hard time focusing when an enemy appears to be stronger than him. (He becomes overwhelmed with doubt and worry. "C... Can i beat this guy...?) Making his magic much harder to control.

2. Money- He's willing to do anything to obtain his lifes blood. Money. Even if it requires putting a comrade in a dangerous position. (Think Natsu when he teamed up with Lucy for that book job... But all the time.)

3. Has a hard time getting to know or trust others. Because of this and his habit of using comrades to obtain money, it makes it very hard for him to form any kind of relationship or friendship.

Greatest Love: Money, There is nothing in this world greater than the almighty dollar (Or Jewel in this case)

Motivation: To obtain enough magical energy and power... TO CREATE A MANSION TO RIVAL ANY KINGS CASTLE!!! With an army of golems at his side! WAHAHAHAHA! (His true motivation, is to overcome his trust issues, and seek out friends and comrades.)

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James Hunt|Crocus City Armorer
@hatakekuro@t2wave

James waved off Nolan's attempts at a snappy comeback and smiled at Ariel's answer. "Enjoy your day, love birds. Oh, and if you see Damian, tell him I need to talk to him. There's a familiar magic presence in town that he may want to track down." Watching the two leave, he turned to Cody with a nod. "That it is. Permanent weight enchantment to lighten the load. If you choose it, I can give a few additional enchantments for ease of movement and such."

Damian Gerard|City of Belka

Damian took one last look over the house then nodded, heading for the graveyard. There was definitely some kind of legitimacy to something being VERY wrong here, but he couldn't figure out if a virus was quite right. As they walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen, a hand rising to rest on Durandal's hilt. "Anyone else get the sense we're about to encounter trouble?"

Hunter Jorgenson|Crocus City park
Tamashii@Roseletta

Hunter nodded, understanding. "I can see that. Well, in any case, I'm gonna go hit up a restaurant or two, what with no matches today. If you need me, you know what I smell like. Catch ya later Amaya, Mother Hen." He looks at the Exceed and grins. "Furball" Turning, he headed into the crowd, following his nose to the best tasting foods.

Jack Goran|Laughing Dragon Hotel Basement
Tamashii

Jack frowned. The confusion was evident on her face and without the constant tone, her childness showing through greatly. In response, he decided to approach the question carefully. "She did it, dear Aria, to protect you and free you from your past. In fact, she's out getting you some new headphones with more music options now."

[Assistant]
A Small Town On the Far Side of FioreThe smoldering lump stood up in what could only be described as an angry manner. Once the man reached his feet, his shoulders were hunched, his breathing heavy, and the Phoenix Wing mark on his left hand was visible through his burnt glove. He swallowed and slowly bent down to pick up his dropped weapon, bits of his burnt coat falling off from the little bit of remaining fire on it. As he straightened himself after retrieving his weapon, he leveled the tip of it with the man that had thrown the fireball towards the crowd.

"I'm amazed you're still standing, that should've been enough to evaporate you into nothing," the dark mage mused, summoning another fireball in his hand. "No matter, it should work this time."

The mean who had miraculously survived the mage's first attack said nothing, his head lowered slightly and his sword raised. The crowd watched in horrified anticipation as the dark mage just shrugged and launched the fireball at his new opponent's chest. He didn't move, as anticipated, but what wasn't anticipated was when the burnt figure simply turned and raised his hand to the fireball, finally speaking."Negate: Heat." The fireball dissipated as it passed through the magic circle that appeared in front of the swordsman, who afterwards turned and readied his sword again. The Dark mage smiled slightly, and shrugged before holding up one hand by his head.

"Oh good, someone who doesn't just go down at the snap of my fingers, this'll be-" the shadow mage stopped as the Phoenix Wing mage charged him, and scoffed as he rose his hand quickly into the air, palm up. A massive wall of fire formed between him and his assailant. He was caught off guard, however, by the mage simply slicing through the fire, and charging him headfirst. He only barely noticed that the man's blade had turned black, like it had been burned, before it was swinging at him. The dark mage barely avoided the strike, followed by two, three, four more. Every time he tried to summon fire to try and slow him down, it was cut away.

After what seemed like forever to the Dark Mage, he finally got away from the sword-swinging maniac that was trying to cut him down. "Wh-who are you?" This got the mage to stop and stand up, letting the tip of his blade rest on the dirt for a moment. He lifted his head as if he was proud, but the unkempt scraggly stubble of a beard, singed clothes, and messy hair just made him look like a homeless war veteran.

"I am Mayt, S-Class of Phoenix Wing," his voice was cold and monotone as he spoke, and he would put his other hand on the hilt of his sword. As the dark mage opened his mouth to reply to this, Mayt suddenly slashed diagonally upwards, casting another spell as he did. "Amplify: Motion!" The attack caught the Dark Mage completely off guard, and he could only make sputtering sounds as the blade clove his body in two.

Afterwards Mayt just looked down at the corpse, the surprised look still on his face. He felt his face twitch in an attempt to smirk, but it failed to succeed for even a second, and he turned to face the crowd he had saved from the initial fireball. They looked at each other wordlessly for a long moment, before Mayt sheathed his sword again and started towards the hotel he had been staying in, hands in what was left of his pockets. He had finished in this town anyway, it was time to move on to bigger and better things.

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❀ Rosalina Idwal ❀"I'm so scared, Leah. I don't know what to do."

"It's never easy to face your past. Your fear is normal."

❀ @Lmpkio❀

Nolan had departed, having business elsewhere, leaving Rosalina and Sayatachi alone at the table. Her arms were folded across her chest whilst she stared forward, only nodding to Nolan as he left. The sun was high above the outdoor cafe, signalling that some time had passed since morning. The fact that they hadn't found anyone yet was starting to get to Rosalina. She disliked failure, but perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew by volunteering to recruit Knights. She wasn't a people person. The thought occurred to her that one of the more outgoing members of the council would have been more suited to this task. Her pride as a Knight had allowed her to become overwhelmed with visions of grandeur; that she would be capable of inspiring others to join. The very thought almost made her laugh out loud.

Rosalina turned her gaze to the side where Sayatachi sat. Her and Nolan had briefly argued over something that the Rune Knight decided was none of her business, though she was still curious. Knowing better than to bring it up, Rosalina stood from her seat and nodded to Sayatachi.
"Forgive me," She began, placing her hat back on top of her head and leaving a small wad of jewels on the table. "I think I'd like to be alone for the remainder of the day. This incident has given me a migraine." She hoped that she didn't sound too rude, but truthfully she was exhausted. Her time spent in Crocus had included more social interaction than she was comfortable with and it was a little overwhelming. She began to walk away from the cafe, though stopped at the last minute. Butterflies were dancing around in her stomach as she turned around and addressed Sayatachi in a way she hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.
"B-but... thank you. Today is- I mean, was, enjoyable. For the most part." She stuttered, turning around before Sayatachi could see her go red. With brisk pace, Rosalina departed back in the direction of the hotel.

♫ Isabella and Bullet ☠"If we can't depend on each other, then who else is there?"

"True. I've got your back. Always."

♫ @Zarkun ☠

Bullet snickered at Jane's comment on Isabella's style, walking ahead of the two with a sigh.
"She might have a point their Bella. You should change it up a bit. Ooh, what about urban? Get you some hip-hop pants and a hoodie." Isabella tapped her foot impatiently whilst Bullet jested. He quickly saw her expression and straightened up, offering an awkward smile as an apology. Returning the smile, Isabella spun around on her heel, letting her dress fan out around her. The various frills danced with the motions of her legs before she came to a dramatic stop.
"I happen to like my style. Though, if you're volunteering to play dress up with me then how can I refuse?" She spoke with a hint of playfulness, trying to bounce off the same vibe she'd been feeling from Jane. Giggling in delight, Isabella linked her arm with Bullet's and patted his cheek gently. "Don't think I've forgotten about you, my dear. Jane, what do you propose we do with Bullet? My, we have our work cut out for us with this one."

[Assistant]
Verick Styles, Creating a new kind of life.

Outside of a town, currently wrapped up in the excitement of the magical games, stood a young, gray haired man. His silvery eyes looked over the entry way to the town, He wasn't sure what he was going to find here… But there was a chance for money at every turn. "Someone's probably got some kind of job right?" He threw his travel sack over his shoulder and began to head towards the town.

This man, known as Verick, was in fact, a Mage. Though right now he isn't really much of a legal mage… He's not part of any guild. Some might view this as just the same as an evil or black or dark mage… Though to Verick, that was life. His father had been practicing magic quite illegally, so what if he was as well? Might as well move forward till he found a guild that could interest him.

He is a basically good person, not looking to kill people or harm them for needless reasons… But he's been used to using others to get away and earn some money. For now however, the magic games seemed to be a place for him to earn some quick cash and possibly find a guild to enter into.


[System]
Student:
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Borrowing an appearance because wow it was hard to find something that worked. Obviously in more appropriate clothing(usually the school uniform). She's 5'1.
* Personality: Hiromi is haughty and arrogant, believing herself to be modern day nobility. She takes great pride in her appearance and wealth, and is rather vocal about these matters. To put it simply, she's almost the picture of the "haughty ojou-sama" type of person. She has a legion of maids who follow her orders, though one in particular accompanies her to school on account of being a student, as well as the one Hiromi personally hired herself. While the blonde-haired girl is haughty and arrogant, she is not heartless and she hired the girl for her sake rather then because she needed a maid. Hiromi enjoys celebration, especially when it is a celebration that allows her to flaunt her wealth... or her prowess as one who wields a Ritual Device. Her confidence in herself is unshakable, to the point where she proclaims herself the best of all Ritual Device users within the bounds of Otsuki.
* Skills: Hiromi is actually quite a proficient dancer. However, she mostly lacks in physical skills and relies on the abilities of her Ritual Device and Pact.
* Equipment: Ritual Device: A Pact with the God of Darkness, Wealth, and Fortune, Daikokuten. Daikokuten manifests in a female form when materializing for this pact(Daikokunyo), wearing a maid outfit to "fit in"(somewhat humorously to many of the maids). She is rather jovial and friendly, but something of a schemer due to the theft of fortune. The device itself includes a golden mallet, a symbol of Daikokuten/Daikokunyo.
* Abilities: As Hiromi's pact is with a household god who is strongly associated with the theft of fortune, this allows her to transfer and alter the outcome of events in a pattern consistent with "good" or "bad" luck. For example, attacks against her by an opponent are more likely to fail when she has transferred their "luck" away. Conversely, events will become more fortunate for her, such as excellent dodges. Skill can, however, counter this completely. She can, however, materialize this "luck" into barriers under the logic that "it would be lucky if there were something to defend me". Hiromi may also materialize wealth, as hundreds of yen coins, which can be used as a remarkably devastating rain of projectiles provided they are ultimately returned to Daikokuten. This means they must not be destroyed in any way, or Daikokuten will revoke Hiromi's privileges to use them as weaponry for a whole day.
* Brief Backstory: Hiromi is the child of the Ishimura family, part of a powerful business conglomerate that handles various military ritual technology production across the world. As such, she was raised a very very rich girl, to say the least. When it came time for her to be granted a piece of Ritual Technology, she selected a Ritual Device in order to gain the service of a god, which she believed she deserved. Daikokuten, upon materializing for the first time, noted that Hiromi was a rich girl with many maids and chose to take advantage of having a female form in order to "match". Later, she took pity on a lonely girl her age and offered her work as a maid. They have stuck together since then, including when they enrolled in Otsuki.

[User]
Jennifer White

Briefly, Jen had a chance to try to react to having a girl on her sword (hardly a comfortable place to stand with all the machinery on it) before some other force sent the blade careening into the ground, where it ground to a halt. The blonde was equally baffled by the sudden change in direction independent of being stood on until the watching boy apologised for his interference. The English girl was in no mood to actually prevent Ruriko from hitting him (once), given the danger if her blade had actually deflected off the floor and hit one of them purely by chance.

The training rooms were reinforced so that students could actually put their abilities to use without blowing holes in the walls; why hadn't it deflected?

It was when the teacher came in and broke the fight up that the now-standing Jen realised exactly why she hadn't removed her own ankles or something: her Gear's cutting reinforcement and the speed with which it had swung had actually created a deep gouge in the floor. Hopefully she didn't get made to pay for that or something...

Fortunately, the teacher that had shown up was one that had no reason to dislike the blonde: PE was the class she had the best attendance for and where she actually performed well. It meant that she actually had a good chance of Akira listening to her justification: "Ah... I came in to train and Yuriko started waving her sword around going on about a mock battle and I was worried she'd gone crazy. That guy accepted a duel before I could go find a teacher, though."

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Tachibana Kaede

"I'm pretty good, but I wouldn't call myself one of the best. I guess I'll do better if I take it more seriously this time, since it's my last chance--it's really hard to get into a competitive mindset for a tournament revolving around doing your best to put someone in an inescapably fatal situation, don't you think?" the redhead ruminated, wishing that there'd be less direct combat with other people in the things. Maybe a few set up as exhibition matches, but some sort of simulated monster-hunting as the main attraction seemed more appealing and in the spirit of showing which school would be best in the event of an outbreak. It would be better than just introducing variable terrain, since you'd already removed the honourable duelling part.

She wished that people would stop being so obsessed with whether or not they could win. Of course they could win but it was an international tournament with a huge amount of competitors, doing well enough to get in the top ten was a pretty big achievement on its own. "Yeah, we can win. I think last years' winners' powerhouses graduated, so it should make for less stiff competition."

[Assistant]
Ushio nervously returned the smile Hiromi directed at her, and quickly returned to her usual 'stare at the ground' routine. Now that they were out of the class and away from prying eyes, Ushio's awkwardness didn't feel amplified to ludicrous levels. Now she just needed to get impossibly lucky and suffer no more teasing for the rest of the day.

"Why aren't you in uniform, Ushio-chan?"

Well, that lasted a solid three seconds.

Face exploding with colour once more, Ushio's eyes widened as she raised her head. Her bag containing the uniform hung from her shoulder, and she tried to squeak out an explanation, "I-I-I was tr-trying to ta-take my clothes off b-but then people c-could hear me! S-So I couldn't-"
Ushio clamped a hand over her mouth, heat radiating from the embarrassed maid as she realised what was said. Now would be an amazing time to hide behind Rumbling Earth Maestro, at least that completely mysterious and not-at-all-Ushio-like lady wouldn't dig a deep hole for herself...

[User]
Rundstrom Makoto

Makoto rubbed the back of his head. What she said is true. It is hard to get competitive when you're trying to put someone in a life and death situation. Their weapons are mighty dangerous and one wrong move and you can injure someone... or worse. There were accidents before. "Yeah, I just lose the hesitation when I'm pitted against someone who has every intention to defeat me." He admitted. There aren't many students who would hesitate to take the first shot unless provoked like him. A lot would just go all out with no hesitation at all. "I suppose maybe having another form of tournament would be better than this."

"That so? That's good. A lot of people are really hoping this year." The red haired male said. A lot of the people in this academy sure is hoping for this one. Maybe it's a lucky year. Maybe not. If anything, he just wanted to win so that he wouldn't have to sit through the next few months listening to his friends' on how they should've done better, that the other side cheated and things akin to that. Really, that's mostly his reasoning.

[Assistant]
ERI NAGASE

One foot in front of the other.

It's a good way to take life, you know. That it just so happened to be what I always tell myself when I get zoned in during a run's just icing on top of the cake. Track, it seems, is a good way to get life lessons on the cheap.

And unlike a friend of mine, whose family had raised him in the land of bankers and watches up until he was a high-schooler, while still being just about full-blooded Japanese, I might add, I don't handle money so regularly that I can zone out and miss a good deal when I see one.

I know what you're gonna say to me: "Hey, run that back for me again? What's with this convoluted backstory?"

To which I reply:

If you think that's wacky, you should see the guy's ahoge when he's flustered. I swear, it could have it's own circus act.

But enough about him. I can tell you about all that later. In the most selfish phrase I've ever honestly uttered—

Let's talk about me. Time to get the story rolling proper, as I'd meant to do before devolving into a tangent about some guy who occupies half of my text message notifications talking about random stuff.

It was a pretty... normal day to begin with, as far as days at this school went. I'd woken up, attended classes, had lunch in a cozy little nook I'd managed to sniff out, et cetera. Like I said earlier, I think I was just trying to take the day one step at a time, still trying to process what I'd gotten myself into.

And it was, much like the defeat of Nazi Germany, a two-front war I was fighting.

Front One.

Honesty time: I'm still very new to this whole thing. See, this Ritual Technology business isn't something I've been involved with for too terribly long. I've learned a few neat tricks with the abilities and Device given to me by my patron God, Kuraokami, yeah...

But I haven't settled into this school specifically designed for it in the slightest. Sure it's my first year attending and early on in said year, but that would suggest that the second front shouldn't be happening.

Front Two.

Apparently, someone high up in the food chain sensed some crazy talent or latent potential left to unlock in me, that I have no idea of. That's my only explanation for this one: I've been selected as a candidate to fight in the Annual Academy Tournament. These shindigs are Huge, with a capital H, to these schools. I can tell that as a relative newcomer to the system easily, so them picking a girl as green as I am even for consideration can mean, in my mind, just a couple of things:

One: They could have mistaken me for some hidden savant who just needs to go Gohan and "unlock their true potential" to suddenly become a monstrous fighter who could beat up peers well-established already—

or Two, which I'm really hoping it's not: This school has fallen from grace hard enough to just sort of stop caring about who it sends off to these things. I'm serious, please tell me it's the former! The latter's honestly kind of insulting!

In either case, though, there was only one logical answer to this: Train. Either I'm representing this school because I have great potential, or I need to stick it to anyone who thinks we, and by extension me, are write-offs.

Both versions would need me to get good at using this thing in combat. Learning how to not only adjust to this new world I live in, not only learn how to survive in it, but to thrive in it.

So that's how I got here, in a nutshell (kind of): Briskly jogging across campus and now, opening the doors with a wipe of the brow, into the battle simulation area.

Another Track life lesson: To get good at anything, you're gonna need to put in the work.

If I wanted to prove myself up for the challenge the faculty had set for me, I was gonna need to get a bunch of rounds in, not only to condition me, but to learn what I need to.

And if it's anything like Luke's little sister's told me, it's gonna take a whole lot of beating me up. And I'm ready for that.

What I'm not ready for, however, is looking in through the door to find a group of people already in the middle of using this unit. One who was a foreigner, probably hailing from America or Europe, cap affixed to her head. The second is a Japanese girl, shorter than me... with a cape. Huh. The third kid, to round everyone my age out, is a tall (taller than me) guy with a Katana, currently in the middle of bowing to the two.

Had he barged in like me? Was he thanking them for a good fight?

I couldn't know, but I wonder if it had something to do with the teacher here, looking like she had a lecture ready and waiting...

"Uh..."

My mouth automatically makes noise to express my confusion, and I really, really wish it hadn't. I could speak with more poise than this normally, I knew that. Maybe I'm just out of it today, but now I'm forced to follow it up with something.

I hope I get into the swing of things ASAP.

"Should I go look for another sim room?"

It'll have to work. For the record, I blame the strange atmosphere and situation for this.

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Hiromi paused for a moment, one eyebrow raised. Then, she turned on her heel to face the smaller girl, tilting her head to the side as she did. Well, what kind of response was that? She couldn't exactly pass that one up. Ah, she didn't particularly partake in the petty teasing of others... except when it was Ushio. Ushio reminded her of some sort of small, easily-frightened animal in many ways. Perhaps a rabbit, except rabbits commonly weren't so fun to tease. If there was a rabbit that was fun to tease, Hiromi felt that would be rather strange, as animals typically did not understand english nor actions like that.

Regardless, she had a purpose in her next action for multiple reasons. One of them, of course, was teasing the pink-haired girl.

"Where, exactly, were you changing that left someone hearing you as such a concern?" asked the blonde girl, eyebrow still raised. Hiromi eyed the other girl for a few moments. She was rather confused at hearing such a thing, anyway, but if she could tease her maid that was simply a bonus.


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Mayt --- Phoenix Wing Guild Hall Mayt sighed softly, looking over to Sasha. "If he was trying to save his sister, and that was his first time using magic, I'd give him a pass on that murder, if not for the protecting his family alone." He then turned his attention to Sin. "Barring that, what the hell did you do to get someone so pissed off at you they kidnapped your sister? That's a pretty serious reaction." He crossed his arms, looking the other individual over. He couldn't think of a situation where he'd kidnap someone's sister to get back at them. But then again, someone had kidnapped his mother just to make him do what they wanted him to. He was glad that Jamie had sorted that out for him, but it still struck a note with him. Sometimes people could be unreasonably cruel and unfair to one and another.

@invisible man

[Assistant]
@cirusarvennicus

Angelo was watching them both with interest thinking that Jarvis wasn't wrong in putting them on the team for the magic games seeing the dust mage and the mistral of arrows duke it out then Angelo sighed seeing Fleo go out of the fence and going down into the street below them Angelo turned to trinity and told her "hey make sure to go and grab a first aid kit hopefully im just being paranoid but that was a deep drop" Angelo told her as he jumped down putting an electrical charge into his feet to send him speeding down the hill and onto the street safely and as he went down he saw that Fleo wasn't alone but with some strange woman with a sword and that made Angelo uneasy so he quickly approached them "hey! get away from her! I don't know who you are but you better put that weapon away before I break your arm." Angelo threatened not liking the situation they were in but Angelo could quickly get to Fleo and stop her should something happen....

[User]
Shinobi @caits @burthstone @t2wave

Gideon entered a meditative state but this time it was different. He was suddenly in a hall and at the end of it was around table with a man sitting at position opposite him. Gideon recognized him as Arthur, the spirit that had assisted him before he had entered Magnolia. "Arthur? What are you...wait what am I doing here?" Arthur stood and moved over to Gideon, both of the men meeting in the middle of the hall.

Arthur spoke. "Ahh Gideon it seems you may have crossed over into the spirit realm somehow." Gideon looked over Arthur's shoulder and saw a couple of his blades sitting in chairs with shining outlines around them that looked as if they were human shaped. Gideon almost spoke but Arthur made him face him. "Come now Gideon you have a very daunting task ahead and you mustn't deplete your magic like that. Why if Merlin were here he would be scolding you! Now I believe that your friends are getting ready to leave and that you should be topped up on all the magic power you will need." Arthur smiled at him and walked him to the end of the hall and opened the door to it. A white light burst into the hall and Gideon covered his eyes for a moment until he felt the light and it didn't hurt him. He looked into it and nodded back to Arthur.

"Alright Arthur. Once I figure out how to return here we need to have a talk." Gideon said right before he heard his friend's voice on the other side of the door saying they needed to go and Gideon walked into the light.

In the real world Gideon gasped for air for a second and his eyes burst open. White light shown from them for a second then went back to normal. Gideon jumped to his feet and went to the coach. "All aboard! We need to get to the boat!" He said as he hooked the cuff to his arm.

Everyone boarded the coach and they were off leaving Donna in the distance. She finally seemed like she had hope or something. Either way she had to be feeling better that they were off to recover her lost property. Gideon had a bad feeling that there was way more to this than either she was letting on or that she even knew herself. Donna didn't notice the shaking like everyone else did. Even his spirit Fate had known.

Once they had reached the boat they boarded and paid their fair. It didn't take long to get to the island as it was just three or four miles out into the water. Mist surrounded it in the night and the moon shown bright. Once they stepped on the island the mist seemed to create space around them and offered a tunnel for them to travel through. The tunnel on the beach lead them to a path out side of the mist that was warn but seemed to have grown in the passed week maybe month. Gideon couldn't really tell but it seemed that the island wanted them to go this way.

They continued through the path and found a lake. Gideon spotted close to the lake that there was an opening. It looked as if it didn't belong and Gideon figured they should check it out so he waved over the others and went into the cave. Upon entering the hole they found a cave, but it wasn't naturally made it seemed. Gideon had spent his fair share of nights in caves. This one looked man made by magic or something. Suddenly the ground shook knocking Gideon and the others to their back or knees. The shaking was growing more violent. Until now they had been able to withstand it but it was definitely becoming more bothersome. As Gideon and the others got to their feet they heard a voice crying. Creepy...and what made it worse was that it was a child by the sound of it. Gideon gulped hard but stood. He re-quipped a sword he had in his arsenal and slide his fingers down the blade. The blade began to glow in the darkness of the cave and lit there way forward. The crying grew louder until they came around the bend and found a little girl wearing a glowing bracelet. She was shaking something fierce and her face was stained with mud and tears. Her eyes grew more scared as they found her. Rocks behind the girl moved and she let out a shriek of terror. Then came a deep gruff voice.

"I told the woman not to send anyone or the child's life is forfeit" The rocks moved more and then a wizard came into view floating down on a platform made of them. The little girl screamed again this time the wizard turned to her and with a sneer on his face flung his hand up and mud and rock formed a band around her mouth that silenced her. "Ahh that is so much better." He said with a sigh of relief. "Now one of you shall live long enough to tell that pathetic woman that her child is dead and that I now posses the her family's treasure! The rest of you shall die with the child!" He turned to the child. "See little one you won't die alone. These nice strangers have come to carry you to your grave." He then turned to them again. "Now choose with one of you shall leave so I can kill the others!"

Yup this guy was nuts. Gideon re-quiped to Excalibur and stood ready to fight the mage. "None shall be harmed while I'm around. Well unless you count yourself and that hideous hair of yours!" Gideon shouted at the man and was ready to fight but needed to make sure that the others were too. "Come on guys time to earn our keep!"

[Assistant]
Phoenix Wing Yard --> Magnolia Streets
All these charging attacks were easy to avoid, just roll out of the way. Or leap and land on her shoulder, that hurt... Trinity had been expecting a number of things, only some of which she would have been ready to deal with. But, a busted fence and a run-away sparring partner was not what she was expecting. "Fleo? Fleo, wait, come back!" She starts to run after her, but looks at Angelo. "Are you kidding? With a move like that, I'm sure she's fine. I'm more worried about... collateral." Trinity groans at the thought, but watches as Angelo charges ahead of her, despite her own head start.

Maaaan, Energy Boots would be so cool right now... And she couldn't make the floor ice and slide, like an actual ice wizard could. She... did have an idea, but that was crazy and reckless. So a bad idea. But... really, if she wanted to catch up to Fleo before she hit something, there wasn't much choice. "Net Arrow." She grabs some rope from her requip space and ties the rope on. "Wind Arrow." She fires the net arrow first, which turns into a... large cloth net? And then she aims the wind arrow. "This is a terrible idea."

It wasn't long before Trinity found herself nearly tumbling through the streets of Magnolia, hanging on to the rope she'd attached to her parachute for dear life. She jumps over boxes and barrels, finds herself running on walls around corners as the wind from the arrow is channeled through the streets, the whole shebang. The tell-tale frozen person attached to a light post signaled her to cut her rope, which she draws a plain arrow to do. The minstrel turns and lands and slides, all cool like, until her heel catches on a sack of flour and she stumbles backwards, falling into a powdery pile. She stands on her own, coughing and dusting herself off before she walks up to the frozen Fleo. "Oooh, I got her good..." She draws a fire arrow and starts to chisel away at the ice encasing Fleo, before she takes notice of the woman with the sword.

"Oh... Hello, there. Angelo, do you know this woman?" Trinity's eyes turn to watch the woman cautiously, even as she continues to chip at the ice.


[System]
Speaking my true name might melt your brain and the brain of anyone around, so I try to avoid it. Humans and supernaturals call me Parry.

Age
*SLAP* Rude! But I can say it's decidedly more than 6,000 years.

Gender
Oh, how cute! You think that's a thing! I guess you could call me a 'he' if it really bothers you that much.

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage
I abhor the term 'Angel.' It applies too many labels and carries too many connotations. We prefer to think of ourselves as Celestials. But then again, Angel does adequately describe my primary features- wings, fire sword, stunningly beautiful looks and tastes. As far as the other supernaturals go, I let them assume I'm a Magi of limited power and even less intelligence, or whatever they prefer to think. Coming right out and saying "I'm an Angel" tends to lead to uncomfortable questions like "Why did you let my brother die," and "Can God make a sandwich so big he couldn't eat it?" (The answers to those questions being, "It's complicated" and "Yes, and then they'd finish it, too!")

Plus Celestial blood tends to do crazy shit like make magi powers go nuclear or turn Vampires human, and I have no intention of being anything other than a voluntary donor of my own bodily fluids.

Talents
I'm going to be very, very honest for once- I kinda forgot a lot of what makes my kind tick. I misplaced a lot of my ability to warp reality and smite the wicked back in Babylon when I worked in a temple of Ishtar as a part-timer. Man, between smoking premium herb and all the sacred prostitution... it makes you wish for that old time religion. But I kept most of the important bits! Mainly, my ability to create Runic Wards that I can tie to physical structures and a few items. How do they work? See, this line in the dirt? And this can of mortal mace? Imagine you want to kill everyone across that line. Now cross it and spray yourself in the eyeballs. Here, I'll do it for you. See? Yes I'm going to use the whole can! You didn't step back across the line!

Other times I can use them to neutralize magic energy. It doesn't turn you human, just kind of turns the mojo down from an 11 to an 8. It's definitely useful for keeping the kids from nuking their neighbors.

I'm Solar-Powered, so I don't need to eat to keep going. Yay, waistline!

Finally, there's the Wings. They're ethereal for the most part- I had to clip them when I took my initial vacation. Had to navigate through the markets of Babylon without knocking over every stall. Can I call them up? Yeah. Can I use them to fly? Sure. Will I? I mean... they're kind of a dead giveaway as to what I am. So Hells no.

History:
So the official story that I tell everyone, human and otherwise, is that I came into town a few years ago and set up shop, moving away from sunny California. That's usually enough for both sides. Done and done.

Where I really come from? I guess you could say the upper Heavens. Paradise. Nirvana. The Clockmaker's Workshop. However you want to call it, the center of the Celestial Bureaucracy. It got tiring. I can't remember if I was filing reports or fighting demons, but I just knew I needed a break. I was talking to Murael while on assignment about how I needed some time off. Mur recommended I go take a hike through the Pyrenees or visit Babylon for a week or two. Live a little. See some of the things we were fighting for up close.

I took Mur up on it. I mean, Sargon was an interesting ruler and it was the region to be at the time, so I clipped my wings, stashed my sword, and down I went. But, you know, I get distracted by things. Namely, silk with pink and purple dye. It was my original weakness. I stayed in the markets, found work with Ishtar's temple as an acolyte, did some excellent smoking, became the number one temple prostitute of the cult, and a few years later I kind of decided I wanted to see the next city. And the next. And the next.

I got to New Camden a few years ago, set up shop like I usually do. Little Angels Day Care (real original, I know) on the city's north side. I got a permit for the building through de Lacy, then set up shop and did my thing. Diapers and playtime on weekdays, then a binge on new and interesting ways to enjoy drugs and sex on the weekends. Somewhere along the way, de Lacy caught wind of what I actually am and I started giving him a bit of blood every month as a tithe. He didn't share the source with anyone, but it gave the impression he either had a lot more power or a lot more money than he really did. I'm not too worried, though. He'll eventually burn out on the stuff. One day he's fine and dandy king of the court, the next there's a pants-wettingly huge crisis, he reaches for three bottles of liquid raw Celestial power, and it's "Look at me, ye poor mortals, and despair!" He'll cast a fireball, and he turn into a pillar of flame and ash. Along with half a city block. Then I'll pack up and head out.

I saw it before the last time I was in Chicago. I think that was... '71? '72? No, I mean 1871.

Anyway, I know my punch-card shows I'm seriously tardy with the crew upstairs but nobody has come to collect me yet, so I think I'll hit Chicago next. Or Detroit. Whichever one is safer. As a Celestial I know what happens after death, so that's no biggie. It's knowing I'll have to answer for that missed time on my punch card that scares the crap out of me. Do you know how long I'll have to work to get 4,000 years worth of Vacation days?

Psychological Profile:
My last girlfriend said I get distracted by material things too easily. Or maybe that was Charlie- he never complained about what I was buying, just that I was buying stuff. I can't help myself though! Upstairs, we got the flaming swords, white toga-things, and the occasional instrument. You mortals are so... creative! I just want to try everything out! I also have a soft spot for kids, especially supernatural ones. It sucks being told everything you have to do at every hour of the day, then add the fact that you may or may not be empowered by forces beyond your control? Yeah, you're in for a roller coaster ride, honey!

Possessions:
Gucci bag, Tom Ford suit, about a dozen different Hilfiger jeans, a Motorola Dynatac 800x Cell Phone- oh. Oh, you mean... I have the Flaming Sword stashed somewhere. It tends to slice various demons and chaos entities, and can start small forest fires if I leave it unsheathed at a camp site. What? Don't look at me like that! We didn't have a lighter, and it's hard to have a... ahem... friendly gathering in the woods with a few other friends when there's no warmth or light. I don't even use it that often! Like, ever. Mages get glittery eyed when they look at it and witches tend to get too friendly with me just to get a hand on the thing. Aside from that? I have a Gucci Diaper Bag of Holding! It opens to a storage unit in Wyoming where I keep most of the things I need for my day job.

Yes, and:
Rusty is a good guy! Totally fun, hooked me up with a weekend's worth of drugs to party through my yearly "What are the mortals snorting this decade" party. And he let me borrow his bike one day to pick up a baby Fae changeling that was stuck in a car wreck on the interstate outside town. Mom and Dad were alright but it was a dicey thing for a few days. Only took a bottle of Jack Daniels and one favor as yet to be collected to get the bike. But I'm a glorified baby sitter for supernaturals. I change diapers and let the grown ups make money to pay their tithes. Far as he knows, I'm just a useful Magi. What could a biker werewolf possibly want from me?

Besides, after I returned the bike- the look on his face when he revved the engine and the exhaust spat a glitter cloud? Totally. Worth. It.

Location of Note: Spring Eternal (Former Discotheque, now a... whatever-the-kids-listen to-club)
Notable Person: Louie "Lireth" Burgher
A fact everyone knows about this place: The place is a front for a Faerie court. It paid tribute to de Lacy like everyone else, but if you want anything from coke, to coke, to Pixie Dust, Louie can hook you up! I first tried Primo Bam Bam here and holy crap did I wreck that disco ball!

Location of Note: Little Angels Day Care
Notable Person: Yours truly, Parry Magnus!
A fact everyone knows about this place: I run the place on the cheap for the supernaturals less able to make money off their abilities. It helps having a safe, cheap location to drop your kids off while you make money stocking shelves because you weren't blessed with the power to turn dust into gold.

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Peace and dancing would have to wait, it seemed. By the time Parry got back to the playroom and the dancing lights of the Disco ball, the knocks had stopped and the booming kicks of a biker werewolf who really, really wanted to talk began. Fine, he'd make time for the biker. Parry crossed beneath the Heart Crystal hanging in the hallway, expelled a small cloud of smoke, and looked at the guests in his living room- he wasn't sure if they were all real or imagined quite yet. By the time the buzz cleared his system, he'd have much clearer vision.

"Ladies and gentlemen, party's over. I have an urgent visitor. Please make your way out of my mind and into the kitchen."

Spinning on his heel, Parry met Rusty halfway through the hall and gave his best smile.

"Well hello, big bad wolf! I think I'm done huffing and puffing for the night, but I will be happy to buy from you later today. If you could give de Lacy a message for me on your way back, though- he asked for an amulet against undead. I neglected to let him know the one I gave him was for use against Peruvian mummies. I don't think it matters, but I figure the thing was for peace of mind. de Lacy is more paranoid than smart.

"But anyway, what can I do for you?"

[Assistant]
"Yeah, well it definitely doesn't work on whatever this guy is. Nemsemet just wiped out Caradoc de Lacy and most of his posse single-handed, along with some of the hanger-ons. I barely got my ass out of there intact. I -was- riding out of town, but something fucking stopped me in the middle of the road. I need a sorcerer to look at it and figure out just what the hell that is. Then I want to unwrap that fucking mummy! He killed some of my pack!"

Rusty, blowing town? It usually didn't work like that, Rusty was a lot of things, but he didn't generally run away from a fight. The man tended to go where he would and courted trouble.

"You got a phone?" He couldn't get out, but maybe he could bring the boys in. Some of the chapters were at Lake Talbot, in the Appalachians for the yearly club retreat. They sat around a lake, got high, fucked with bikes and sold drugs to hikers and college students. It wasn't as good as it was in the late 60's and early-to-mid 70's, but it was a club tradition. He only came down to New Camden because de Lacy called him in with a few guys, not wanting an entire club to come in and wreak havoc on his town. Rusty obliged, because he smelled a good deal and desperation.

Now he was the desperate one. Breathing heavily, holding himself in check, chest heaving.

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"Well, it wasn't meant to be something that would kill a Peruvian Mummy anyway, just negate some bad-"

Nemsemet. Ancient Egypt. Powerful Sorcerer. Or Demigod. Or god. Depending on which hieroglyph you read at the time. Helped Mentuhotep II overthrow the First Dynasty of the Pharoahs and leave nothing but gloating statues all over the place for a good century. Egypt was nothing better than one giant squall of radioactive Magic for paranormals until his death and mummification. Parry was perfectly happy to wander up to Crete and ride out the storm. Came back for the funeral though. Not a lot of people were sad to see him bite it, and nobody could agree how it happened. Cause, you know, nobody wanted to accidentally incur the wrath of the dead all-powerful-could-be-magician-could-be-a-god thing.

"Ah. A, uh, Mummy. A true blue Egyptian mummy. Up and about." Parry blinked, mentally taking stock of how long it would take to load up his Persian silks and Japanese Yukata into his bag, then stuff the whole safe into the bag and hail a cab.

"Walking. How about that. And you... can't... leave... Phone's in the kitchen. Feel free to make a call, for, you know, as long as you want."

Parry froze, looking at the open door and the twilit sky framed by bright street lights on the street. That would need to be taken care of, STAT.

"If anyone in the kitchen is not, I repeat, NOT a drug induced hallucination, I would very much appreciate it if you did something about my front door! Locked and bolted please. And put the bookcase in front of it as well."

Parry left Rusty in the hallway, marching through the living room and pausing just long enough to unplug the stereo. The disco ball he left spinning. May the disco gods never die. Without skipping a beat, he headed straight into the kitchen, produced a key from beneath his silk blouse shirt, and unlocked the basement door.

"I'll be downstairs, need to, uh, grab a few things. You know. For necessity's sake. Also, do me a favor and call the number on page 243 of the cookbook by the fridge. If it connects to someone named Murael, say you're from a Chinese takeout place and say wrong number, then hang up and DO NOT answer it if the phone rings. If it doesn't go through... we're genuinely fucked."

This last was punctuated by the door creaking shut (though not with the tell-tale click of a lock), a brief quiet of feet descending stairs, and finally a shrieking "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"


[System]
Age:32
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 292 pounds
Occupation: General Security Specialist

Appearance

Tall and robust, Gigue carries himself with the demeanor of a champion, shoulders unfurled and chest barreling at all times; his expression is that of a guile and savvy warrior, proud of his competence yet wary of his shortcomings, and the man's straight, blonde hair is worn in a ponytail, the gentle flow and noble color complimenting his valiant visage. His everyday attire consists of a white tuxedo, crimson shirt, a white pair of trousers and a black tie; when on duty, or simply on the streets, he lets his armor take place of the shirt.

Abilities

Physical ability: Gigue is abnormally strong, surpassing the limits of the normal human body with his deadlifting record of 2200 pounds, thanks to his already impressive muscle power being augmented by Ki training. However, everything else about him seems rather tame in comparison: he certainly is agile, fast and robust, but not incredibly so; while capable of fighting on even ground with well trained martial artists by virtue of his skill and dexterity alone, Gigue's gargantuan might still remains his trump card.

Aura of Hyperarmor: while greatly beneficial, enhanced physical strength was only secondary in his Ki training: the main goal was to learn the Hyperarmor technique; a spell, which allows him to summon a protective aura over the surface of his skin. It is can completely negate humongous amounts of damage, standing up easily to shotgun fire, warhammer strikes and even cannonballs; however, for all its potency, it is just as limited, the protection lasting for only about half a second; and afterwards, it cannot be used again immediately - the spell puts intense strain on his Ki channels, Gigue having to mend them first.

This can be done relatively fast with the aid of magical amulets, but still requires a certain amount of concentration: specifically, he has to clasp his hands together in front of his chest, with the amulet held in between the palms - this allows to most efficiently utilize its power - and enrich his Ki, while directing it towards the damaged channels. This process take from start to finish only about 3 seconds thanks to Gigue's training - which is rather manageable even in combat.

The aura itself works much differently from conventional armor; or even a physical object, for the matter of fact. It moves together with Gigue's body, yet there is absolutely zero force transfer - the aura does not ever actually touch his skin, hovering just a millimeter above. That is due to the aura being fixed to his own Ki system, instead of the physical body, and any force acting upon it is instead met by the far superior resistance of his spiritual energy; as a result, Gigue cannot be even moved or slowed down while the aura is active. Another noteworthy detail would be that the entire aura is a singular unit of energy - in other words, rather than being broken down into a myriad of bonds, the entire volume of energy contained within is shared by each and every particle, meaning no attack will ever penetrate until the aura is entirely drained.

The Black Mountain's Burden: having arrived at the Black Mountain for his first time, Gigue has yet to accomodate himself to its foreign energies, and as result, the Aura of Hyperarmor is malfunctioning, appearing as a solid, inflexible carpace which renders him immobile while it is active.

Equipment

Body Armor: as a more permanent alternative to his Hyperamor, Gigue wears silk and leather armor, covering all of his body, save for the head, hands and the feet. The silk is tightly woven into a thick jumpsuit, almost impenetrable to light arms fire: it can stop a lead .45 revolver shot at 5 yards, the bullet leaving only a light bruise on his body. The leather armor is worn on top, providing protection from melee weapons; though, unlike the silk jumpsuit, it consists of many stiff pads stitched together, and since it is so inflexible, it isn't used to cover the crook of his elbows or knees. Both are painted a metallic sheen to absorb less light and keep their temperature comfortable to the wearer.

His shoes are also rather tough, but are made of thinner leather; their tips, however, are plated with metal, as well as the soles, making his kicks a notch more painful and damaging. Metal also sees use in his head protection - an oval steel mask, painted white, with just two holes for the eyes, covered with a thin, transparent film, and a filter over the mouth, consisting of wide metal grating, cloth, and activated charcoal.

Brass knuckles: a pair of steel knuckledusters, made a perfect fit for his large hands. Gigue hadn't been born clenching a sword - but his fists were always there when he needed them, and with things as they were, the man grew to be much more accustomed to good ol' pugilism, rather than weapons. His skill in hand-to-hand combat far surpasses that of his armed fighting, and so, simply having a harder fist became the
natural choice for him.

Throwing Knives & Ceramic Bombs: more akin to tools, rather than serious weapons, the knives and bombs let Gigue keep his opponents busy as he advances into punching range; or do the same, but instead, making sure his clients escape safely, while at it. Both are still vicious against unprotected flesh, easily piercing it and even shattering bone. The knives have sharpened blades, leaving stab wounds in their target, rather than just puncturing holes, and each weighing 1.5 pounds, they can stick handle deep into soft tissue. Overall, Gigue carries 6 of them.

The ceramic bombs consist of three layers: an explosive core; a layer of smoke-producing fuel; and a hard ceramic shell. Rather than exploding on impact, the bombs work in an old-fashioned way: by lighting a fuse, which burns for 5 seconds before reaching the core. Upon explosion, the ceramic shatters, creating a cloud of shrapnel, and the fuel follows, spreading in a wide radius and covering it with thick, mildly noxious smoke as it burns. Gigue carries 3 of them around and an additional 2 smokebombs with soft shells and weak explosive charges, allowing their use without risking harm to any bystanders or allies.

Miscellaneous Items: a small talisman, with a ruby in its center, enchanted to aid him the meding of his Ki; a gold plated lighter to light his cigars and fuses; cigars; whiskey in a metal flask; bandages and proper disinfectants; and lastly, a flask of oil, with a label painted on in order to not mistake it for whiskey.

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With Sigurd exactly where his pugilist approach needed him to be, it seemed like the best opportunity yet for Gigue to go ham on his opponent and start crushing bones, stamping jagged shards into flesh with his brazen fist – however, the circumstances under which he had got the pin were far from ideal. Body battered, left arm hanging limp and a sword stuck in his leg, it would be nigh impossible to keep the fight under his control, Sigurd needing just the smallest amount of effort to unbalance Gigue and bring the advantage back on his side. If the brawler were going to win this tug of war, it would be not through monstrous strength, but through his sharp cunning.

Knowing this, Gigue held back and kept a clear head, retaining acute situational awareness; and when he landed right on top of his opponent's arm, it did not escape his attention, as it may have in an adrenalin fueled rage. Bad news, as it was now in a position where he couldn't lock it down, leaving it as a loose factor that crippled his chances of success in a grapple. However, Sigurd's options would be limited, and with a bit of endorsement, Gigue intended to puppeteer him: as he moved in for an attack, the brawler intentionally took a position which was easy to unbalance, making a push or shove an evident and easy escape; no doubt, Sigurd would take the bait, hurrying to get out of the pin and failing to realize the significance of one crucial detail: a foot, placed square on top of his shoulder.

The ploy worked indeed, and within a second, it was already carried to completion. The foot rammed down on the stone encased shoulder, metals heel biting into marble, leg heaved his torso upwards and hips spun it around in a counter-clockwise motion. Rather than falling onto his side, Gigue would roll onto his left knee, thigh brought off the ground, and then set down his right foot next to it, amplifying the push Sigurd gave him to assume an upright position, left side turned to his adversary. A tricky move to pull off if not for his strength, which allowed him to alter his momentum in such a manner with the subtlest of moves.

Why would he pick this over an immediate assault while he still had the warrior mounted? Perhaps it was him being overcautious, but with the body crippled, Gigue but more trust in a knife to finish his opponent than his fists, so he chose to setup a perfect situation for just that. All Sigurd would be able to see now was his back, anything he held in his hands hidden from view; and the sword, still stuck, but hanging loose in the wound. The man was left unarmed, and getting back his weapon would be tempting - little would he know that it would be certain death: hand held close to his chest, Gigue had a blade of his own at ready.

[Assistant]
As Sigurd's mind drove him to do no more than distance himself from the great strength of his enemy by any means possible, Gigue's machinations were of little consequence. He heaved the man's great weight from his chest and rolled semi-rightward, his forearm and elbow digging into the earth just behind him. With an ungainly desperation the Northman dug in and then thrust himself backwards by driving his elbow into the ground and thrusting it forward like an oar, even as his rock arm dropped to his left side to further aid his flight. The end result saw Sigurd shimmy backwards on his back as Gigue himself settled into his new crouching position. It was not exactly quick, but the Northman's flight was necessary, escaping the range of the larger man was paramount.

Sigurd readied himself to lash out with a quick kick if Gigue made a lunge for him, making it as difficult as possible for the man to gain a hand-hold on his leg. With Gigue facing the wrong way there was a good chance Sigurd could escape at last, as with another two oar-like ministrations he would be a whole body-length away from Gigue and safely out of grasp. At that point only would Sigurd be prepared to slide his legs underneath him and kneel, ready to propel himself up onto his feet.

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Gigue well remembered that there were two axes and a shield lying nearby, so when Sigurd chose flight over fight, it came to him as no surprise – the warrior would be putting himself in a far better position if he got either of those. Likewise, he too would be expecting Gigue to try and stop his retreat – yet what he wouldn't be prepared for was the knife in the brawler's hand.

A viper quick thrust, aimed for the closer foot, plunging deep and leaving only a split-second window of time to react: Sigurd wouldn't even see the blade coming, its path obscured by his opponent's large body. The only sign of something coming would be the movement of Gigue's arm; however, seeing as the warrior prepared himself to answer with a kick, rather than simply pulling his leg back, that might've just further ensured the imminence of his doom. If only by luck, Sigurd could be spared of what was to come next; but if he had none to spare, a painful trip was waiting ahead.

With the knife lodged in its target, Gigue would wrap his hand around tighter, turning the looser saber into a firm hammer grip, and twist it around, so that the blade would no longer be in line with the wound channel, effectively making it stuck in his opponent's foot. A violent yank, and the brute would reel Sigurd in, pulling the man's ankle underneath his left armpit, with the foot hooking around the front of the shoulder. Standing higher allowed him to lift the man slightly off the ground as he did so, reducing traction and thwarting any attempt to resist; overwhelming strength coupled with better positioning would prove to be decisive, bringing the advantage to his side.

Maintaining the hold would cost the wrestler a few moments of hell, as he'd have to fight against Sigurd's foot with his badly injured left side; arm crossing over his body to grab onto the right shoulder, he hoped to at least elevate the strain and recruit the strength of his uninjured muscles - the pectoral, bicep, deltoids - to buy himself a few extra seconds.

Fortunately, Gigue knew exactly what to do in this time. The knife would slide out and plunge into flesh again, seeking to now bury itself near the femoral artery, on the inside of Sigurd's right thigh; punch through the leather, force it handle deep and then slice through it all on the way out, leaving a large, gushing hollow in the leg. If there wasn't enough blood pouring out - rinse and repeat, to make it a fact that Sigurd's death would be minutes away.

A method as good as any to make to strip the man of his defiance - that is, if all went smooth for Gigue.


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Age
 Thirty-Two

Gender
 Male

Family
 Hayden doesn't have any living family members, not counting cousins. His mother wasn't able to produce anymore children after Hayden was born. The father died of drug overdose at the age of forty-eight and his mother soon died after learning of his father's death. He doesn't have a girlfriend or wife yet as he isn't ready to retire his current lifestyle.

Personality
 Since Hayden is a police officer, he is a respectful person who wouldn't disturb the person if he or she has a lot of horrible things happened to them. Because of that, he doesn't care for anybody besides his self and his job as a cop. Hayden is level-headed whether he's in tough simulations or not and he is emotional stability because of that trait. Since the H1Z1 was announced to be spreading all over the world, he has been a little jumpy of the simulation and the fact that people are not doing anything is getting him upset.

Thankfully, the police force has been practicing on what to do if the virus did hit Philadelphia and they have updated their equipment. Which has made Hayden more claimer and at peace until it accidentally hits the city.

Bio
 Born in Philadelphia to the best know doctor in the city, Hayden's mother was only there as his father was fighting in the Gulf War. Because of his mother's role, Hayden was going to be alright without his father for the year and half. That was when his father came back and forever had changed due to his PTSD. He start to drink around the family and spent least time with his family. His father wasn't now apart of Hayden and to make such of that, his mother left for New York City.

After the divorce, his mother was strict with her only child and forced him to become a doctor. Since he was a child, he agreed and tried his hardest to be successful and make his mother happy. But, he couldn't get the best grades and that disappointed her to the point that she just cared about her job. During his high school year, he was taught how to fire a gun by one of his friend's father and did well on the firing range. The father was a cop and considered Hayden to join the New York Police Force.

He did considered it and joined for training right after high school. His mother didn't like that he wasn't going to make that money, but she didn't care. However, when his father returned to their lives, she became happier and more caring towards Hayden. Of course, he was forcing more on his training than loving his father once more and soon joined the force.

A couple years later, he learned that his father died due to drug overdose and that destroyed his mother as she died the next day. After coping with his losses, he moved to Philadelphia and transferred to the police force there. Hayden was happy to be back at his hometown and happy that he gets to help out the citizens of Philadelphia everyday.

Job Before The Outbreak
 Philadelphia Police Officer

Disability/Fear
 The officer has Ataxophobia, the fear of chaos or disorder, and he has a hard time when things start to fall apart.

Weapon of Choice
 Hayden would have his Glock 22 to use as his main weapon, but he also has a police baton on his side.

Supplies
 The police duty belt would have most of his equipment, but he has keys to his house. The house has food and other important things for Hayden to survive for the months of the outbreak. But, he would most likely be out in the city rather than staying in his home.

Theme Song
Heart of Courage -Two Steps from Hell

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James and Thomas Holtz

"It's been tough," Thomas told Kayla, "Dad freaked when I told him, moved us out here. Most of the house isn't even unpacked yet."

Thomas skimmed the menu before choosing his regular: "I'll just have a regular coffee, thanks. I can pay, if you want," he offered. Thomas thought through what he was going to say whilst Kayla was on the phone, before finally asking her when she got off the phone.

"So... um... are you still single?" he asked, blushing, "Living on your own?"

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ALEXANDRA "ALEX" METCALFEDecember 26th 2015 10:37am
When it was Alex's turn she smiled directly at the cashier. After trying to determine certain things about all of the people in the coffee shop she currently had no idea what she wanted. "What can I get you, Miss?" Her eyes flicked to the menu board hanging above the cash register naming the first thing she saw under the pressure of the long queue of customers behind her and the forced smile of the cashier. "I'll have the uh, Caramel Frappuccino?" she said in utter confusion, she had no idea what she had ordered. It sounded alright though. The cashier looked confused too as she asked for the amount wanted and Alex slowly handed over the notes. She politely told the cashier to keep the change, considering how much confusion she had just caused between the two of them. Following the line as they moved towards the collection point, she leant against the back wall making sure she wasn't in the way of the rushing Starbucks workers dashing around to give the awaiting customers what they have ordered. Her eyes began to wonder around the store again, many people seeming to know each other pretty well chatting happily along as Alex waited for her beverage in the corner. Most of the time she was alone due to the fact that she never really had a lot of friends because of having to stay home to pick up the pieces for her drunk mother or look after her younger brother. However, she wasn't complaining the bond she had with Jordan was more than she could ever ask for. Family used to be important to her until both of her parents let her down. Now all that truly matters to her is her brother and she doesn't mind about that.

"Caramel Frappuccino?" The sound of a polite lady calling the drink from the side snapped Alex away from her daydream. She held the drink out with one hand, trying to carry on making the other orders with another. The worker seemed to be slowly getting annoyed that no one had collected their drink, having to have called out the drink multiple times until someone finally realised. "I'm sorry, uh, thank you!" Alex said quietly, taking the drink from the woman's hand, her cheeks flashing red. Making eye contact with the lady as she turned, she made sure she smiled an apologetic smile but the worker just turned and carried on with her hectic day. Alex turned to rush off back to her apartment but seeing as their was an open table free, she slid into the seat and made herself comfortable, quite enjoying people watching and going into her own little daydreams. Being back to herself, Alex examined what sort of drink she managed to get herself, she saw someone drinking something looking like this as she walked in and it did look quite tasty. Alex took a tester sip from the straw, it was average, she could deal with it. Slowly she slumped back in her seat her drink in hand as she watched the world go on around her.

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Kayla Campbell Lilly Campbell

Taking a moment when Thomas had asked her if she was single, it was true she wasn't seeing anyone at the moment which caused her to blush slightly he was a very nice guy. When her coffee was ready Kayla went over to grab it and then nodded at Thomas. "Yes, i'm still single haven't met the right person yet." Kayla answered running a hand through her hair, she had dated a few people in the past but things never worked out. "And I do own a high rise apartment about five or so blocks away from here." She answered Thomas, looking around for a moment to look at an open seat and spotted one that was close to a nearby window in between the tables that Josephine sat in and Alexandra sat in. Kayla looked up at Thomas for a moment and waved him over to join her. "What about you, seeing anyone since last time we were together or anyone here you found?"

Kayla looked outside the window for a moment and quickly noticed her sister's blue Honda Pilot driving down the street, and then it pulled up right next to her Mustang. Watching Alicia getting out of the car and going over to the back door where she saw her niece climbing out and making their way into the Starbucks, which Kayla waved them both over.

When Lilly came into the store, she quickly spotted her aunt and ran over towards her, Kayla smiled and wrapped her arms around her nice. "Hey there Lilly!" Kayla said happily, taking a moment she watched as her sister went over towards the front register and ordered herself a coffee and some milk for Lilly and then walked over Alicia wrapped her arms around Kayla and smiled at her. "Thank you again for watching her for me." Alicia said with a smile, Kayla shook her head and motioned for her to sit. "No problem at all, and this is Thomas." Kayla said motioning towards him Alicia eyed him up and down for a moment and smiled. "Nice to meet you." She said, and then she looked down at her watch just as her coffee was being handed over to her.

"Hey, i'm sorry but i'll have to take a rain check on that, I didn't realize i'm late for my appointment." Alicia said and hugged her sister and Lilly. "Do whatever Aunt Kayla says okay? And i'll see you in a few days." Alicia said kissing her daughter on the head and gave Thomas a rather quick nod before she turned to leave the Starbucks.

Then the news just came on a new report showing a young reporter in front of a hospital looking very alarmed, and a bunch of police and ambulances were outside. "Good morning everyone, reporting in front of St. Joseph's Hospital Earlier today a patient was admitted into this hospital complaining to having flu like symptoms. He died last night and then came back and attacked a nurse, killing her and then proceeded to attack other patients." She said, and then screamed when she heard gunshots ringing from behind her the camera man quickly focused on the chaos as police started to open fire upon what looked like the infected as they swarmed out of the hospital. "Get out of here now!" The reporter yelled backing away as some of the infected started to run towards the camera man and quickly it went to static before switching back to the news room.

"Please remain calm, and head to your homes and lock your doors if you haven't already, police are already on this and the national guard is being called in as we speak we will be back later as this develops." The new anchor said before it went to show more outbreaks happening in various other hospitals along the east coast.

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The coffee at the station always tasted the same, not it was bad or horrible. But, he wished for some different taste besides the vanilla. Hayden still drank the same old coffee, crushed the disposable coffee cups, and threw it in the trash can. The taste was still there as he walked towards the other officers and listened to their conversation. They were talking about the drug bust that happened yesterday as 2.5 million dollars of drugs were caught by the SWAT team. It was big news around the stations and inside his police car as his partner couldn't stop talking about it. Of course, he was proud of the men in that team; but, he had other important things going on.

"Hayden, how's your day going?" said one of the officers as he quickly turned around to see Hayden coming towards them. "Tired as always." Hayden said towards the officer, "People act as if the virus doesn't exist. They should be more informed about it.". The other officers started to pay attention towards him as soon as he mentions the virus. "We don't need people to riot and breaking into stores." the officer said to Hayden with an attitude. "I'd rather have riots than inflected people, Greg." Hayden said towards the officer as he quickly walked away before things could get heated up.

Before he could finish the day, the commissioner rushed out of his office and pushed the doors opened. Everyone stopped their movement as the commissioner rushed out of his office and turned towards him. "I got terrible news anyone." he said as his hands were shaking so badly that he looked like he was going to faint. He tried to say the words, but couldn't say it without making it sound fearful. So, he just breathed in and said these words:

"Someone checked into St. Joseph's Hospital and said that he had flu like symptoms. Then, he died."

Everyone frozen in shock as they all knew that the virus had landed in America. The media kept on declining that the virus wasn't bad at all and that a cure was almost here. But, it bites them in the ass as someone with 'flu like symptom' got to America and checked into a crowded hospital. Now, America was going to enter panic mode and it may stay there for a long time. The commissioner breathed heavily as he said, "Most of us need to go to the hospital and prepare for the worst. I hope that God is with us and protects us for this virus.".

As soon as he spoke to the other officers, they began to get ready for the ride to the hospital. They went to the armory and began to put on their gear. Their job was to protect the people of Philadelphia and they were willing to do that until they ran out of bullets. Most were scared and afraid of what's going to happen at the hospital. Hayden soon got his gear on and grabbed a pistol out of the armory as he raced towards his cop car.

With keys in one hand, he opened the car door with another and got in. He saw his partner running towards the car and opened the car door to get in on the passenger side. Hayden started the car as soon as the door was shut and backed up towards the street. As soon as he got to the street, he turned on his sirens and drove towards the hospital as fast as the car could go. Other cop cars followed Hayden's car and raced towards the hospital. His partner looked towards the window, shook his head, and looked towards Hayden. He breathed slowly and said, "Well, this is it. I hope that we all do this."

After a few moments of silence, Hayden said toward his partner, "I hope so too." as he stopped his car in front of the hospital. The radio was going off with that the patient started to attack anyone in the building. Oh Lord, it was already attacking people. He and his partner got out of their cars and raced behind their cars and aimed their guns at the hospital doors. Other officers soon followed and by now, the front door was covered. Anyone going to pass the doors were going to get shot, no matter what the person was. The ambulances soon arrived to help out in whatever way they could help.

Then, the new vans arrived at the hospital and the cameras were aimed at the officers and the hospital. The media was going to finally report on the virus and how it got in America. They must of come up with an excuse for lying to the people. As the reporters started to talk, Hayden looked at the door and began to see people running towards the door. Soon as the doors opened, he fired towards them. Gunfire began to ring as the officers tried to stop those things from getting pass them; but, the officers were quickly overrun by them. Hayden kept on firing as he saw the reporter and the cameraman, running away from some of the infected.

"Go! I got you covered!" Hayden said as he fired at the inflected people, which the reporter and the camera man got in their vans and shut their doors. They were safe. More officers were firing back to stop them, but they were overpowering. The screaming began to replace the gunshots as the officers got inside their cars and drove away from the horrible scene. Hayden and his partner, Brandon, got inside their cop car and started it. He saw officer getting eaten by them as Hayden drove away for the hospital. They both were breathing heavily and the radio was ringing with the sounds of screaming, gunshots, and things that none should hear.

The inflected were soon going to spread to the school nearby and then to the houses and stores. What are they going to do now? How are they going to stop the spreading? How were they going to survive?


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Hero Archetype: Cannon
Alias: Kid Flash, The Fastest Kid Alive.

Age: 18

Team: YJ Academy

Powers: SPEED FORCE- The Speed Force's origins are currently unknown. Whoever has the ability to tap into the Speed Force has the ability to run faster than the speed of sound, as well as other abilities.

PHASING- Speedsters have the ability to move so fast, that they can vibrate their molecules and phase through walls. This can be used as a deadly force, by a speedster phasing their hand through someone's chest, stopping their heart and killing them.

VORTEX- Speedsters can run so fast in a circle, that they can cause a mini vortex. Lifting up a person or object, and possibly doing more damage like suck the air out of someone's lungs. Vortexes can also be made by moving his arms around creating a tornado type of wind attack or defense.

HEALING FACTOR- The Speed Force grants the Flashes accelerated healing, however more extreme injuries on more sensitive organs and tissues [eyes, heart, hands, and feet] tend to take a bit longer to heal properly.

Weaknesses: Speedsters have a healing factor but any broken bones, torn ligaments, or joints could heal wrong and cripple the runner. Wally is also defenseless against extreme cold, mental/telepathic attacks, and magic. Also, without being grounded and having a place to put his feet his super speed aside from other minor powers completely cut off.

Personality: Wally is an up-beat, fun guy. He likes to make jokes, and he's a funny person. But he can get serious when he needs too.

Appearance:

Brief Bio: Wally West was born in Blue Valley, Nebraska. As a kid, Wally was a fan of the Flash and dreamed about being the Flash often. He became the president of a fan club for the Flash however his parents didn't like it, and they thought he was setting himself up for disappointment. He was hurt because of this, since they had lack of faith in his childhood hero.

At age thirteen Wally went to Central City with his older sister Iris who was dating a scientist named Barry Allen. Apparently, Barry was friends with the Flash and worked for the Central City Police Department. Barry 'introduced' the super fan to the Flash. Wally asked the Flash a ton of questions. Somehow, the same day, Wally was struck by lightning and was given the same powers when the Flash took on another villain with super speed called the Top. Barry told Wally his secret identity shortly after to build trust, and told him to keep it a secret from everyone including his older sister Iris. Barry made Wally an altered Flash suit and taught Wally nearly everything he knew about the Speed Force and Kid Flash was born.

Wally ran by his mentor's side for years until the day he joined the Young Justice Academy with other young heroes. Wally was with Nightwing when he was still called Robin in the Academy, and the two were best friends. Over the last two years with members falling in and out of the active roster, Wally was hit exceptionally hard when it was revealed Nightwing was behind enemy lines and likely a slave to Brainiac like the other two hundred thousand people in Metropolis. Wally runs with Barry and the rest of the JL/YJ heroes in hopes their friends and loved ones haven't all been enslaved.

Notes: IS accepted.

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The Captain's eyes lit up at the mention of Nightwing's status. This seemed to be just the news the two teams needed to get their spirits up. Now Billy had to consider going with Batman or not. Sure, his extra fire power could be the turning point in the battle to save Nighwing and all those civilians, but if he left then he couldn't defend the safe zone if the 'all mighty' Brainiac decided that Metropolis wasn't big enough for his huge ego. Ultimately, the crimson clad hero knew that he couldn't just stand by while his fellow Leaguers got to go out and bring the fight to Brainiac whilst saving their fellow hero and a load of civilians.

"I'll go with ya, Bats! Still got some kick left in me, stamina of Atlas and all that..." Captain Marvel proclaimed as he stepped towards Batman and Wonder Woman with an eager look on his face. When the approaching meta got closer Billy tried to stifle his laughter at the individual's means of flying. Ever since the appearance of Darkseid Billy normally burst out laughing when he would see a super-being flying in a standing position. Billy kept his humor to himself though since he didn't want to offend the incoming flyer, at least not yet.

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Finn was still in a bad mood and people seemed to still be trying to just look on the bright side of this situation. His annoyance rose a bit when Wonder Woman said to call it a day and he rolled his eyes. How on earth could she call it a day when there was still a mechanical menace out there that had enslaved several members of the league? It seemed like he was the only one besides Batman that was taking this situation seriously and now the subject of the Caped Crusader going back to find his old sidekick was brought up. William wanted to kill some more techno-zombies and continue his crusade against this evil science.

"I'll join you Batman, my sword is still hungry for the flesh of these sinful scientific monstrosities" he replied to them as he held his longsword firmly in his right hand, the blade glinting in the sunlight. His attention was then drawn to the figure flying towards them, Batman seemed to know this new individual and William wondered if this was good news or something bad.

"Are they friend or foe?!" he said firmly to Batman and was curious to hear the league founder's response. If this new person was an enemy then they were going to have a taste of God's fury.

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From a distance, the flying figure was merely a dark silhouette with a white cape buffeting dramatically in the breeze. As he drew closer, certain details became apparent: The newcomer looked, aside from the flying, like a normal, well-formed human youth. Dark of hair and strong of feature, he was well-groomed with a air of authority about him. His facial features, well... were familiar. Frightening even, in their familiarity.

He could tell that he was being observed; that was the point. Low altitude, slower speed on the approach. Let himself be seen, and see them. The nonverbal responses from the military present were a clustering of shock, reservation, and suspicion. The strange newcomer's approach slowed further as he neared the group of Earth's Heroes. He settled lightly upon the ground a few paces from the two Justice League founders, Batman and Wonder Woman, and walked the remaining four steps required to enter range for polite conversation.

Up close and personal, the reason for the odd looks was obvious: This person was a dead ringer for the Last Son of Krypton, the inestimable paragon of righteousness, Superman. Details were off, of course. He had green eyes, bright and intelligent, and a slightly more slender grace about himself, hinting at dexterity training necessary to a person that did not rely on nigh invulnerability.

He spoke with a solid, confident voice, initiating conversation stiffly. "Thank you for receiving me, Sir, Lady, though I recall requesting Diplomatic Courtesy on behalf of an Envoy of Almeracian Royalty. As this request was summarily ignored, I can only assume that you have something of greater importance taking priority?"

His eyes darted about, taking in details around him. "Please forgive my impatience. I had a long journey here. I am Maxus-El, First Prince of Almerac, of the Imperial Bloodline."

He pressed a small white strip of material to the inside of his cheek and handed it over to the two Founders. "Run this through your biometrics, such as it is. It will confirm my identity and relation to two members of your League. It was Mother's wish that I enter the ranks of the Justice League. She was insistent that it was a worthwhile endeavor, and that as a Legacy I would be given direct consideration."

"In the meantime, what is the situation? I am noting indications elevated stress, unless you Terrans always look like this."

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"I'll join you Batman, my sword is still hungry for the flesh of these sinful scientific monstrosities", the archaic warrior proclaimed.

 "Likewise", Xiu hopped in. "All these bullets are weighing me down. I need to spend a few m-"

 As she spoke, she saw the swiftly approaching figure, suspended eerily in the air.

 "The hell?", she breathed.

 "Are they friend or foe?!", Sir William inquired.

 "No time for taking chances", Bluebird mumbled to herself. With frantic speed, she gripped the AMR-2 armour-piercing rifle on her back, and swung it around. Wedging the stock into her shoulder, she lowered herself onto one knee and took aim. As the strange figure descended to the ground, in front of the group, her grip tightened and her eyes grew wide. A tinge of regret ran through her, for her decision to not bring any kryptonite-tipped bullets. Still, what were the chances his eyes were bulletproof too.

 The man began speaking to Batman and Wonder Woman, with excessive pomp and pretense. Friend or foe, Xiu already hated him.

 "In the meantime, what is the situation? I am noting indications elevated stress, unless you Terrans always look like this.", the alien blathered, with the diction and mannerisms of a walking aristocratic stereotype.

 "Bats! Is this guy in the clear?", Xiu asked, taking aim directly for his left eye. "Locked", she whispered.

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For the record, I still think this plan is foolish.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard ya the first five times." hissed Shay in as low a whisper as possible. Presently, he was using Alastor's powers to blend himself into the colors of the foliage outside the military camp. Metropolis, being a quarantine zone, was pretty thoroughly locked down, as such entering the city wasn't happening without some form of authorization, be it from the Military or the Justice League. Shay, much to the demon's annoyance, made it his mission to get into the League's camp so he could directly offer his help to them. Getting Alastor to agree to the idea was difficult, but not impossible. The conversation had gone something like this:

"You want to do WHAT?"

"You heard me. We sneak past the Military, then show ourselves to the Justice League. The very fact we reached them undetected should be impressive enough to convince them we're worth having around."

"Yes, I heard that part. But, um, one question..."

"Shoot."

"WHY? Do you have ANY idea how wrong that plan could go? And how exactly does joining the League's little crusade against Brainiac benefit us in any conceivable way? If anything it just paints an even bigger target on our backs."

"Jaysus, I've told you before! I'm bloody flah'ed out with all this runnin' away bollocks. I say we find a way to take the fight to those bastards for a change!"

"And you intend to use the League to do that? I'm not sure they'd appreciate being used like that."

"That's why we're gonna help them first. We scratch their back, they scratch ours. We may be runnin' from the Divil, but the Justice League ain't no pushovers, neither. So what do ya say? Let's make nice with the League and earn us a favor we can cash in later."

"That... is actually surprisingly well-thought-out. Fine, I agree... for now."

"Your the one who agreed with my plan in the end." Shay pointed out, reminding the demon that he did indeed agree to what they were currently doing, and so complaining about it now was a waste of time. It was too late to back out now.

"Just because I agreed with it doesn't mean I have to like it." the demon's voice retorted.

Sneaking past the Military wasn't as difficult as Shay initially thought it was going to be. Their security measures didn't exactly account for demonic stealth powers. Either that or they were too focused on watching Metropolis or paying more attention to the oddly Superman-like person that suddenly flew down into the camp at about that time. Holding his position and occasionally making his heart stop to maintain silence, Shay and (subsequently) Alastor watched from a fair business as the flying person basically beat Shay to his own plan and offered his assistance to the League. Although one of the apparent Leaguers gave the visitor more scrutiny than the others, even training one of her weapons on him in the event that he was looking to pick a fight.

"Um... Shay?"

We're a wee bit busy at the moment!

"And this takes priority! There's a man with divine powers here, Shay! You may want to duck out of here before he-"

Will you shut up for a minute? I'm tryin' to watch!

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Wally picked his nails, then looked back up. They called it a day, huh. Wally wiped his red hair out of his face.

He was glad that his best friend, Dick was still alive. Like Superbeast, that was best thing he's heard in weeks. He was too tired to do much at the moment, maybe a few snacks would do him good.

Then, Wally saw the movement. "Huh?" He asked. Something was moving in the air. He didn't know how he felt about this. St. William asked if it was friend or foe, Wally was wondering the same thing. He noticed how Bluebird got ready, and he got in a fighting stance himself. They might be dealing with a serious, serious, issue.

When can Wally get a break?