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

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

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

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

[User]
Ryan's body reacts as soon as he sees the Caliburn's fire hurdling towards him. Unfortunately, however fast his reflexes are, his synchro rate is not high enough for Macabre to match him. The result is Goodwell's Frame dodging a second too late and the blast ripping the bottom half of the Macabre's left, non-sword, arm off. It isn't the worst thing that could've happened, though, no boosters were lost and he still has Visceral. But Macabre could not wield its pistol anytime soon.

Ryan quickly recovers from the less than successful dodge and closes the distance between the Macabre and Caliburn. When Ryan arrives at Laura's location a fury of sword slashes meet the opposing Frame's chest. The fury is then finished with a booster assisted knee to the cockpit.

[Assistant]
The Caliburn's sliding ended just a few meters short of a mine, the thin layer of earth that was layered over it swept off by the force of air moved by the Frame. It was a round disc colored in stripes of brown and blue and with a pressure button at it's center. On its own, Caliburn did not set the trap off...

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Lower deckers gave alarming developments of the mock battle: "Miles Vayne's Synchronization Rate has dropped down to zero percent! The Frame's not responding!" "The Frame's sustained critical damage to the torso, and his life signs have dropped below safety thresholds! He has incurred major damage to the ribs, shoulders and cranium!"

"That's impossible, the suits should protect them from injuries like that!" Lorenzo lashed back. "Unless he's bashing his own head against the console like an idiot it's simply out of the-" "Professor, he may have not equipped it. We can't tell until after the exercise, but that is a possible reason for the concussion." The Liutenant moved her eyes to the old man, and then back to the monitors.

"That arrogant prick," Lorenzo said in a low voice, and pressed a red button. The Komodo then deactivated, turned limp and stopped resisting Rose's grappling as it hanged in the air, before dropping down to the ground in a loud thud, kicking up dust in a tall cloud. "He wants broken bones? He's going to have plenty of them when I'm done with him."

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Elora watched as the Komodo got hit by Archer's shot, and was eliminated from the mock battle. It was then that she realized that Miles may have been hurt if not outright killed by such a powerful attack, and slightly regretted the aggressiveness she showed against him. She was scared at the side of her that wanted to bring pain to the boy, and shivered at what she thought she was becoming. It wasn't like her. However, she didn't have much time to think on it when she watched her map, and saw how Setsuka's movement abruptly stopped in zone C. Her irises shrinked, and she immediately contacted Koehler and Ryan: "Zone C is a trap, don't go there!" She looked at Ryan's position, and saw him dashing straight to the zone. "Ryan! Don't do it!" Diver launched off, and headed to zone C as fast as she could, dashing around and through the pillars in a desperate attempt to stop what he was doing.

She reached zone C, and hovered over the ground so she would avoid any ground-based traps. Then she saw Macabre, and how it charged straight at the Caliburn. The faster Frame knocked the sturdier Frame slightly backwards by the impact, and set off the mine: both of them were caught in the blast radius, and were glued by the payload, unable to move. "Ryan! Are you okay?" Elora frantically asked, not sure of what to do. If she went to move closer and help him, she could risk setting off one of the mines. Her hands trembled, and panic started to take hold of her. Her voice wavered as she opened the voice channel to Koehler: "R-Ryan's...trapped..."

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"Sir, there was something else," one of the lower deck scientists added. "Mai Twilight's Synchronization Rate spiked to 100%."

"What?" Lorenzo blurted out before he could sip his caffeine-based synthetic drink. "Did it drop?"

"Yes, sir. It only lasted a second before returning to normal."

"Fascinating. The last time that happened her mother had very interesting things to say..."

"Professor, you can't mean-"

"I do. It may have happened again. Damn you Cain...you could be right about her."

[User]
Koehler looked as the Black Komodo seemed to have went dumb or something, was Miles wearing his plug-suit? ...He probably wasn't. Was he having a concussion in there? The others (mainly Elora) began to speak and it was now obvious Miles was disabled for the fight. "Uhh... Uhh.. is... is anyone else freaking out?! What is this? I can't fucking think straight in this thing, what the hell is happening? Wh-what-... Ah fuck it! I'm thinking too hard."

"I... where the hell are the others? Who do you think I should be hitting? Hmm... Uhm... where'd that one- the Caliburn- is that still around?", his Frame looks around, just as oddly confused as its' pilot. He began to think, God DAMNIT, what's happening to me? Wh-why is everything so hazy? Nothing makes sense right now! Too much is happening....

Koehler saw Elora begin flying off, something about a trap? "Eaaaugh... is anyone else feeling like complete and utter shit right now? Damn, it's... I'm going crazy! This sucks!, Koehler complained while following Elora. "Nothing is..", is all he let out. Soon, they arrived at 'Zone C', and Koehler was still suffering from this strange, clouded feeling. Shit happened, is all Koehler could say to himself, when Elora said that Ryan is trapped, in great distress. "Uhh... yeah... I.. I can handle that!". Koehler had a spout of 'Ohh now I get it' when he realized mines were everywhere and something exploded. Koehler hovered over the mines with Elora, and soon flew over to above Ryan, still in his dreamlike state, barely aware of anything else.

He then quietly noticed the Caliburn, yet decided to try and get Ryan out first. He grabbed Ryans' werk by the shoulders and tried to use its' boosters to help get him off the ground. "...Elora... don't you have little lasers on your drone? Cut him out...", he soon realized. Koehler suddenly screamed.

"GOD DAMNIT LET ME GET A HOLD OF MYSELF!". He dropped Ryan, wildly shook his head, and breathed in and out, slowly. "Why's that happen anyway? Does anyone else do that stupid shit?" He stopped regulating himself,"ugh... Sorry... for y'know, geeking out...Don't do drugs, kids. That's what happens!", he joked, mainly to himself. Fucking drugs.

[Assistant]
Damn-! Lora seethed in witness of the shot's yield. The particle cannon had easily taken off the lower end of Macabre's free arm off, but at the current standings it did little to impede the foe otherwise. With thrusters and sword arm still well intact, the ultra-light Frame lunged forth to hack at Caliburn. This wasn't going to get much batter anytime soon, Lora dreaded...

Regardless of the threat, Caliburn stood its ground, raising the shield in anticipation of Macabre's melee assault. The flurry of Visceral's slashes hit harder, the shield's reinforced armor plating unable to withstand the ferocity of each slash. As Caliburn's guard was broken by the over-sized katana, so too was the left arm on which the shield was mounted. Tit for tat, then- until Ryan followed up with a jarring knee strike that slammed Lora's Framewerk in the torso, pushing them both a few meters.

Somewhere below the two dueling machines, one of the glue mines detonated.

Lora was surprised and slightly horrified when the Framewerk's legs were unable to move as she commanded. The skirmish must have set off one of the mine, which now left Calibunr at a yet greater disadvantage to the more agile swordfighter. That thought, however, only lasted until she too realized that Ryan was stuck in the same trap, struggling to move and break free from the sticky substance. It left Lora with mere sweat-laden moments on how to proceed, fighting an enemy that still has a serious weapon superiority over her. How could she ever turn the tides to her favor...?

Her left arm was crippled, which meant she had no chance of stopping that blade. The secondary weapons system would take to long to arm, even if it would be effective at this point. She was able to use the Lighstriker like a blade or spear, but that risked ruining the weapon for the rest of the battle (never mind the fact that Visceral was far stronger anyways). That only left the missile system, but the missiles were weak, not suited for fighting a typical Framewerk.

Two blips zoned in on where Lora and Ryan were held down, and Lora realized she had to act now. Left little better option, the pilot gunned down the trigger button for both launchers, sending six missiles rocketing toward the opposite Frame. Against Macabre's ultra-light armor, perhaps this truly was her best chance yet.

[User]
He did it! He managed to get his vines around the legs and even up the arms long enough to give her the shot and she took it. The werk rocked from the blow and shut down. Suddenly his vines spasmed and released the frame. Synchronism drop? No, wireless hacking from one of the bullets? No, but great idea!

"Diagnostique!"

Apparently he had been remote accessed but not hacked, a failsafe installed to prevent accidental collateral damage. In moments his arms were his own again as Komodo plummeted to the earth when Archer chimed on his com with a few others.

"Thanks for the help."

"Oui, Merci. So, What say we four team for the now and we can ro-sham-bo for the winner? Just to irk the commanders. I think Diver would tell us what we are going to choose before us."

As he spoke, he followed after komodo but not at the breakneck speed, he used the height to his advantage to scan for activity in other areas. There seemed to be quite a bit, not to exclude a frame rising from the ocean with flaming fists. When he touched down, scanned the fallen warrior before drawing the chainsword from Komodo. It was broken, but it would be useful as the rifle from the one before. He hefted the gun from his thigh and put the broken sword in its place.

He spoke as he coasted over to archer to be beside her, trying to keep her protected as best he could.
"Anyone not wanting to fight, ten second immunity. Anyone who wants to fight, we count down to one together."


[System]
Along with the rest of his cousins in the Redcliffe clan, Rio grew up venerating his great grandpa as a near-mythical hero figure from the time of the Great War. The Redcliffe patriarch was said to be brave, shrewd, generous, wily, and a whole bunch of other traits befitting a gentleman desperado. Though he had never met him in person, Rio wanted to become exactly like him.

So at a young age, a burning sense of justice had ignited within the wannabe hero who sought to stand up against oppressors and fight for the downtrodden. While his intentions were good, his naivete got him into a lot of fights with kids that were often older than him. Coupled with an exaggerated confidence fuelled by chauvinism, Rio was an easy choice for schoolyard bullies though his bruised body always cashed cheques his tenacious spirit wrote. These childhood antics have largely shaped who he is today: a headstrong scrapper with ideals and courage that is hounded by insecurity and single-mindedness.

A bit older now, he's been made aware of these issues and tries to keep his cool. However, if someone says the wrong thing about his friends or family, it'll be time to throw down.

Appearance
Rio stands at a height of 5'8" and at a weight of 71 kilograms. While his build is mostly on the lean side, this isn't immediately apparent as he is almost always wearing one of his sandstone rancher coats. Though, those coats do also cover the collection of minor scars he has accumulated throughout the years. The same coats also have his personalized symbol embroidered just below their left breast pocket. Said symbol is based on the Redcliffe's ancestral home village in Mistral is which known for its cherry blossoms.

According to his parents, the deep hue of his blue hair and eyes were the primary reasons he had been given his name. To contrast this, Rio often wears red undershirts in an act of petty teenage rebellion though he draws the line at the comfy pairs of bleached blue jeans he wears daily. Lastly, he always has a pair of leather gloves on as it is practical to do so when out and about under the hot Vacuan sun.

"I'll back down when I'm knocked down."

| N a m e: |
Rio Redcliffe
| Alias|Nickames|Titles: |
The Mistrali Kid, used earnestly by him and mockingly by his peers
| G e n d e r: |
Male
| A g e: |
16
| Kingdom of Origin: |
Born and raised in Vacuo
| Race: |
Human
| History: |
A legacy of roguish bravery hangs over the head of this hesitant Hunstman-in-training.

While Vacuo is not as prosperous as the other kingdoms, its people are proud and the Redcliffe clan are a testament to that. Originally refugees from Mistral who fled during the Great War due to Mantle's encroaching influence, Rio's ancestors were quick to become patriotic partisans to their new home. When peace had finally reached the land, the Redcliffes were on the winning side of history and that victory could never be taken away from them.

Yet, their other possessions could be taken away as famine, banditry, and Grimm attacks had left them destitute. Once again finding themselves displaced, Rio's parents and uncles and aunts had moved to the capital city just before he was born, living under a single leaky roof. Through their sheer determination and a couple of lucky breaks, the Redcliffe's were able to provide a stable albeit modest home to Rio and his extended family as ranchers on the city outskirts.

While he did not have many luxuries as a child, he did have his family's legacy that his mother had fondly recounted to him every night just before bedtime. Being a hero was in their blood, he thought, and so it would be that he'd get into scuffles with the nosy neighbour kids, the stuffy schoolyard students, and even his older cousins when they forget to mind their P's and Q's. Naturally, this lead to Rio desiring for more in life and give even more back to his community. He couldn't be a ranch hand forever and so he would try his damnedest to get accepted into Shade Academy, eventually become a full-fledged Huntsman worthy to stand in the same family pantheon as those that have come before him.

What came easy to others did not naturally come easy to Rio. Many nights were spent studying and doing drills on top of the daily chores he had to do after attending school. Yet, this made the day he got his acceptance letter all the more sweeter. He would be the first in his family to ever attend Shade Academy and this just had to be celebrated. Yet, he could not properly enjoy himself for he knew this was merely the beginning of the next great chapter in his life. Come wondrous dark or perilous light, Rio Redcliffe stands ready.
| Semblance: |
After a week long camping trip in the Vacuan wilderness, Rio's semblance manifested itself during an episode of extreme thirst under the scorching desert sun, which was soon followed by the tallest drink of his life. His mind's eye had visualized an oasis beyond the horizon and its existence was true. Dubbing it Water Wanderlust, the semblance allows Rio to locate concentrated bodies of water. The distance from and the size of the aqueous collections affect his detection ability as smaller bodies require more concentration to keep track of while further whereabouts become nearly impossible to precisely pinpoint.
| Weapon and Fighting Style: |
The Boatman's Due is a compact, Dust-fed railgun that can transform into a paddle-shaped halberd. Commissioned by Rio's father as his Shade Academy acceptance gift, this weapon is adorned with bronze and treated wood laminates which result in a light yet durable frame that is easy to maintain. The Dust storage compartment bears an ornamental skull to invoke fear in those that face Rio though that rarely occurs.

The emergence of Rio's semblance has largely influenced his approach to combat. While he was always keen on being defensively opportunistic through the usage of cover and consistent movement, the ability to keep track of nearby people's intracellular fluid allows him to plan moves with near perfect intel. The most glaring flaw on this semblance reliance is the innate lack of water inside most Grimm. Regardless, Rio will always play it safe and keep foes at a distance while only going in for close quarters combat when all other options are exhausted.
| Strengths and Weakness: |
Strengths:

* Courageous - Yes, he gets scared but Rio has never backed down from a challenge.
* Nature Survivalist - Working on a farm and living off the land has given him many insights on foraging.
* Ascetic - A life devoid of splendor has led him to steer clear of overindulgence.
* Persistent - One can only fail when they give up and Rio Redcliffe knows not the meaning of surrender.
* Loyal - Unless they've acted dishonourably, Rio will always stand by his friends' side. Heck, he'll even try to find a way to regain his friend's honour for them.

Weaknesses

* Quick To Anger - Passion often needs an outlet and Rio's tools of artistry are his fists.
* Vindictive - Unless the grudge is settled squarely, he will not forget how you have crossed him.
* Traditionalist - Rio has a hard time grasping concepts that go against what he has been taught before.
* Intrusive - Due to his eagerness, Rio often inserts himself into the private affairs of others even without their knowledge or consent.
* Proud - Though he is quick to help others, Rio prefers to do things by himself if it only concerns himself.

| Greatest Fear/Fatal Flaw: |
There is a lot of pressure mounting on Rio to succeed and it has dictated his lifestyle outwardly and on a subconscious level. While having some stress for motivation is healthy, Rio's quest for validation is always seeking for more problems to solve regardless of his ability to handle them. The impact of each failure gnaws at him far longer than it should, piling on to his anxieties that he actively avoids by keeping himself busy. Yet, success doesn't even bring him much reprieve as evidenced by his acceptance to Shade being eclipsed by the worriment of actually being in a prestigious Huntsman academy.

One can only hope that reaching his ultimate dream of being a Hunstman will finally bring him peace.
| Miscs : |
Theme Song

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"Caramelle." The young girl said bluntly as her supervisor asked her to introduce herself, eyeing the three men beside her. "I'm from Coquina. Not that it matters."

The young brown-haired girl's hand moved to her side, to the handles of what appeared to be dual firearms.

The older man had told them to "come at him" as they introduced themselves. Classic Vacuo. Uncompromising and unorthodox. This was certainly a step different from even Oscuro though Caramelle had been preparing herself for anything and everything after she was accepted into Shade Academy. Her entrance exams had gone well and her work at Oscuro certainly had helped. Besides, she had natural talent and skill. Maybe not as much talent as her older sister, but it was enough to prove herself! She smirked as she planted her feet firmly in the ground below, the tremor in the ground underneath her vibrating subtly through her bones. She wondered how her lazy bum of a sister went through this kind of trial?

"So, are we supposed to attack you together or one-by-one like a bunch of brainless Grimm?" She remarked as she unholstered her firearms, spinning them around her fingers with finesse.

[Assistant]
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 "Well this is just splendid, day one and already getting into a scrap. In a scrapyard no less, how fitting!" The faunus seemed far more pleased with the realization that his words made plainly clear, a loose grin resting on his face as crystal blue eyes scanned their surroundings first, before meeting the icy counterparts resting in that noggin of their overseer. Sir or overseer until proven, well that was no fun at all. Of course, during his scanning and bemused thoughts, the solitary lady of the four stepped forward, introducing herself as well as where she was from, while questioning whether or not they were all supposed to attack at once, or one at a time. Well, that left him with a wonderful opening to simply make his own move then, since she seemed determined to talk in spite of the figurative gauntlet thrown down. His own rather haphazard upbringing and training might show, but hell, what was learning without a few hard knocks along the way? He stretched while chattering as they would soon to find was the normal for him, remarking on her question as he reached behind him, apparently stretching still.

 "Way I see it Shortstop, either way this should be a good showing. And after its all said and done, imagine if he had a real weapon. Name's Veloce Argenti, by the by, I'm sure we'll all just get along nice and swimmingly." With that, rather than wait for an answer on one by one versus as a group, the Raven faunus launched himself forward, the apparent stretch really having been to arm himself, metallic gauntlet over his left hand and forearm catching light as readily as the gladius in his right, using his wings and a touch of his Semblance to launch himself forward fast and low and cover ground faster than he could have simply running. He would be lunging with his sword while keeping half an eye on the pipe, though his focus would be on pressing the assault as much as possible, meaning that he would be putting that gauntlet to good use should an opening present itself. If they were meant to fight as a group, well, given Shortstop was flashing her guns, he could argue it would create an opening for her to open fire. Of course he couldn't keep his mouth shut as he launched forward, as was his want in life.

 "Let's see how much hate we'll really need!"

[User]
Rio Redcliffe was no stranger to a scorching trek across the forsaken trails of the Vacuan desert wastes. While this might sound like hell to most sane people, this was actually the leisure highlight of Rio's yearly summer camping trip with his extended family. However, this time was different. Treading on the dusty roads with an all-terrain jeep had given the country bumpkin motion sickness, seeing as this was among the handful of times he had been in a car. The assurance that it would only be a few more minutes until they reached their destination did ease his queasiness, though he was still glad that he had taken the rightmost seat of this open air vehicle in case he had an... emergency. Other than that though, Rio had been used to being crammed shoulder to shoulder into the back of a cart along with his cousins like a tin of sardines as his family ventured into the city market to sell produce every other fortnight. At least his teammates had the decency to use washing detergent moreso than his kin.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing Rio had noticed about his teammates and his accompanying Overseer. How a raucous brute like him got chosen to be among those seemingly more refined was quite the mystery. As Nivea spoke and encouraged the rest to speak, an opportunity to lift that shrouded veil soon presented itself. Soon after their chaperone had finished her introduction, Rio cleared his airways with a brief cough before speaking about himself.

"Ahem. S'rry about that, name's Rio Redcliffe." he would state, taking a quick glance at each of his teammates' faces before continuing on. "Like miss Lanatae, my family emigrated from one of the other kingdoms, in this case Mistral. How-ever, I'm as Vacuan as sand-spiced sarsaparilla on a scorching sunburner like t'day as I've been here all my life. It's a pleasure to make y'alls acquaintance." He had hope his earnest introduction had made a good impression on his team. After all, they were gonna look after each other from here on in.


[System]
Handy video guide to understand Double's powers. Two characters counted as one.
* Age: Early 20's
* Gender: Male
* Appearance: Civilian form, Solo Joker form.
* World of Origin: Kamen Rider W
* Personality: A tough and cynical man… One who's cool under pressure and always gets his man… A hardboiled detective… That is not what Shotaro Hidari is. He's more accurately a halfboiled detective if anything. Shotaro typically tries to act like a serious and cool-looking guy, but it's very easy to poke fun at him and break that facade to reveal how emotional he really is. When it comes to his friends and clients, however, he's 100% serious for them if they're in any kind of trouble. If you make them cry, he's more than willing to return the favor.
* History: Shotaro was born and raised in the windy city of Futo. He has a great fondness for the city and has vowed to protect it from anyone who would make it (and its residents) cry. In his aspirations to become a hardboiled detective, he became an apprentice under Sokichi Narumi, an actual hardboiled detective. One night the two investigated a building researching Gaia Memories and rescued a mysterious young man Sokichi named Philip. On that same night, Shotaro's inexperienced recklessness caused Sokichi to be killed. To atone for it (and also to escape the building), he joined with Philip to become the two-in-one Kamen Rider Double. Together, the two fought against this organization and eventually put an end to it.
* Abilities:
	+ Ace Detective: His detective training had to pay off eventually. Shotaro is a very competent private detective with a keen eye for detail and deductive intuition.
	+ Kamen Rider Double: Using a belt called the Double Driver, Shotaro can link his and Philip's consciousness. Taking it further, using Gaia Memories with it will let Philip's consciousness enter Shotaro's and cause them to transform into a Kamen Rider.
	+ Kamen Rider Joker: Using a belt called the Lost Driver, Shotaro can use a single Gaia Memory to transform into a Kamen Rider by himself.
	+ Gaia Memories: Shotaro's Gaia Memories affect Double's left side and affect its physical capabilities They are also usable in his own Lost Driver.
		- Joker: Shotaro's default Memory. Greatly improves their hand-to-hand fighting ability.
		- Metal: Greatly improves their strength and resilience to physical harm. Gives them the Metal Shaft for a weapon.
		- Trigger: Greatly improves their marksmanship and equips them with the Trigger Magnum.
* Other: Shotaro's phone, watch, and camera actually have Gaia Memory utility too, but this is getting long so I'm just gonna have them not use it.

* Name: Philip
* Age: 17
* Gender: Male
* Appearance: Civilian form, Double form.
* World of Origin: Kamen Rider W
* Personality: Philip is the logic to Shotaro's heart, and the brains to his brawn. He approaches matters from a calmer standpoint than Shotaro, but should his friends ever find themselves in trouble he can easily get as riled up as him. When it comes to researching something interesting, Philip can have a bit of a one track mind. He can suddenly spend days at a time researching a topic without break if he can help it, and is known to go to extremes to better understand it. Once he's learned all there is, he can just as suddenly drop interest in it entirely.
* History: When he first met Shotaro, Philip had no memory of his past and simply worked in the research building Sokichi and Shotaro broke into. He's considered a highly valuable person to the organization he belonged to, and subsequently had to spend most of his time out of sight in the detective agency. As he and Shotaro defended Futo as Kamen Rider, he gradually came out of his shell and built a strong bond with Shotaro, his friends, and the city. They also learned the truth behind his past and his connection to the Gaia Library.
* Abilities:
	+ Gaia Library: Philip has a connection to the Earth itself, and can call upon its memories to learn anything he wants. Of course, this doesn't mean he learns things in a snap. The library manifests itself as a literal library and requires keywords to find what he's specifically looking for. Limited only to what his Earth knows.
	+ Kamen Rider Double: When Shotaro puts on the Double Driver, a second will manifest on Philip's body. While it's mostly Shotaro doing the transforming, Philip can take the reins as well if Shotaro puts a Memory in first instead of him.
	+ Gaia Memories: Philip's Gaia Memories affect Double's right side and give it different effects.
		- Cyclone: Philip's default Memory. Adds windy effects to Double's attacks.
		- Heat: Adds fiery effects to Double's attacks.
		- Luna: The "illusions" Memory. Allow's Double to stretch their limbs or bend their weapons.
		- Fang: A sentient Memory that serves to protect Philip. Using it has Philip take the reins to become the berserker-styled fighter FangJoker.
		- Xtreme: Double's strongest memory. It's also sentient and flies to Double on Shotaro or Philip's command. It can turn Philip into data so that he and Shotaro can become one. Turns Double into CycloneJokerXtreme and arms them with the Prism Bicker. The Prism Bicker can store four Gaia Memories (three of Philips, one of Shotaro's) to charge energy up for a finishing move. Transforming into Xtreme can potentially undo negative mental effects on either Shotaro or Philip. Limited to one use per world.
* Other: CycloneJokerXtreme can actually go EVEN FURTHER BEYOND if it gets hit by a lot of wind. It only gives them wings, though, and it never actually shows up in the series, so I'm fine with omitting it.

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Hellsalem's Lot- Mealtime

"Two bear claws, then? I'll add them to the order. Please wait a moment as we prepare your order," the barista said, quickly jotting something down on a notepad before beginning to assemble everything. His counterpart at the desk nodded and sent off the second order to another person behind them before returning to her job with the next incoming customer.

As that was happening, Satori turned to Shotaro, who had come to wait by the table as their meals (or, rather, drinks with snacks) were being prepared. She paused for a second before shaking her head at the detective's comment.

"Ah... No, I've never heard of any person by the name of 'King Arthur.' Though... Given your reaction and the situation, I assume that Saber over there is quite famous in your home as well? Or is it possible that there are as many versions of a character as there are worlds? That would be... Quite the dilemma."

As she finished, one of the people at the counter rang a call bell before calling out the order that had been put forth by Shotaro for the rest of them.

"Oh, done already? I would think that steeping tea would usually take a while longer..."

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The 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi
Hanging Gardens
Kagura stopped his barrage of attacks as the two other fighters managed to grab Tsubaki and land a clean hit in her midsection. Wincing as he watched Tsubaki's body go stiff from the impact before falling limp, the fighter calmly walked up to Akuma and Alex before bowing.

"Ah, geez... Thanks for the help. Saved me a lot of headache there. So, as promised, I'll answer any questions you've got, since you're already tangled up in this mess with me."

As he sad that, though, Tsubaki's body twitched before the eye on her shield began to glow. Kagura glanced at it and cursed under his breath. as he began to move back to prepare himself for a fight.

"Damn, I didn't think it'd actually activate like this..."

Just as the light reached its peak, though, a young man with a strange blue-and-white outfit walked up to the group. Kagura let out a sigh of relief, his body losing most of its tension as he looked at the new arrival.

"You're late, Jin. What kept you?"
"Dealing with the side effects of this mess. Did Tsubaki activate Izayoi?"
"Nah, but she's certainly on the verge of doing so."
"Then let me put a stop to that."

After that little back-and-forth, Jin quietly walked up to Tsubaki's body and gripped the hilt of his katana.

"Yukianesa."

With a cold (if not somewhat pained) face, Jin drew his katan and pointed it at Tsubaki's shield. A layer of ice immediately encased it, causing the blooming light to fade away almost immediately. Letting out a sigh of relief, Jin quickly sheathed his weapon and turned back towards Kagura.

"So. Mind explaining who these two are?"

"Right, right. Well, the one who looks like a monk is named Akuma, as far as I can recall, and... Well, I actually don't recall the other's name right now. My bad. But either way, they helped restrain Tsubaki while I was trying to stall her.

"So are you saying you couldn't handle her on your own?"

"Well, it's more like I think that she probably would've activated Izayoi sooner if I went all out..."

"Whatever. If she's unconscious now, we can give her treatment and maybe figure out what caused this in the first place. We've got medical equipment in NOL HQ that we can use to keep her under for a while. Come on; we don't have all day."

Nodding, Kagura watched as Jin carefully took the limp Tsubaki from Alex's arms and carried her instead.

"...So yeah. You're a bit deep in this mess now, so I'll keep my end of the bargain and answer any question you might have here."

Orient Town
"MUNYAAA!"
Taokaka's cries as she was launched straight into a wall were met with a large amount of bricks tumbling down around them. Luckily, none of the bricks had hit Tao, who was now thoroughly exhausted, but... Well, it certainly hurt a great deal to be lying among the debris.

"Nyeow... What's the big deal, crazy hair lady?! You destroy Tao's food, then blame it on Tao! That's nyeot fair!" she complained, weakly trying to roll herself away from the pile of rubble that she was now lying on. "Tao hasn't had any breakfast today, and that was all the food Tao had..."

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Unknown City, Somewhere in the U.S.

Claire stared back at Sol as if he was an idiot. Even if her comment had been a thinly-veiled insult at how crazy most of them were, this was--!

"...You don't think that I wouldn't have said if there was more to do? You're with the big guy over there! You know, like the rest of your buddies are? Look, see? They're all going with him to look already! Geez, and I thought regular people were bad..." Claire sighed, shaking her head as she brought a hand up to massage her forehead. "Whatever. Your job's with him. He's got the map, so have a blast."

With that, the now mentally-exhausted Claire walked back into the command center, leaving Sol to catch up with the others that had left.

[Assistant]
Resident Evil Verse- Compound
Mentioned: Claire, @VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze @PKMNB0Y@Wraithblade6

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Sol stuck a pinky in his ear and pretended to clean it while Claire yelled at him. He stared aimlessly upwards, drawing his pinky out of his ear to flick some crust away. Shrugging his shoulders, Sol turned, shouldering his sword and sauntered after the group. He wasn't going to argue with the girl. If the map had been a copy, then she could have easily made one for all of them and as far as he was concerned, he came alone and didn't even know who all of those jokers were.

Says the bitch who sent an army to attempt to kill one guy, Sol mused.

His free hand dipped into his pants pocket as he lazily followed the group.

I should have went through the other doors. I bet there's more action happening elsewhere than here. Hell, I might have actually been paid if I went elsewhere. Everyone can't be broke.

[User]
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The 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi - Hanging Gardens
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Alex tensed up once more when Tsubaki's book-shield flared up. He figured his hold on her wasn't going to be enough for what was about to happen. However, a young man in a blue and white outfit appeared and put an end to whatever magical bull the unconscious Tsubaki was about to pull off, encasing the book-shield in a block of ice with only a Far Eastern sword. Clearly the sword was not normal. At least not in Alex's standards.

Kagura apparently knew the new guy, who was named Jin. After Jin took Tsubaki off Alex's hands, Kagura was again with the two offworlders.

Alex hesitated. He did not know what to ask this Kagura who was probably not aware of the the problems his world harbored. However, the virus thought it was still worth a shot.

"Is there anything... wrong in this place?" He asked. "Is there anything you feel or suspect that isn't right." Realizing that this world was more extraordinary than his, he added. "You know, besides the usual things going wrong. I mean, is our little exchange over here normal or is it..." Alex was not sure if he was making sense. He could only hope Kagura could follow what he meant and what he was trying to ask.

[Assistant]
Hellsalem's Lot - Shotaro and Philip
"Oh, well that's because we got machines that can take care of it a bunch faster," Shotaro informed Satori, "I bet they keep a good amount stored up for busy hours, though." With that bit of modern trivia out of the way, he headed over to the counter to pay up and get their order.

Philip had made his way over to the table after their order was taken and came into the conversation overhearing something about Saber. Aha, some leeway for explaining time! If they were taking a break now, Philip figured he may as well have his curiosity sated and asked Satori, "Did you say something about many versions of other people?"

He took a seat opposite of her and continued, "Well, if multiverse theory is true in regards to all of us, I imagine it might be the same for different iterations of the same person. I don't believe it should matter too much for us, however." His glanced curiously to Saber, "Not unless we find ourselves in the fifth century…"


[System]
Home Universe/Name of Franchise:  Star Wars
Ship Class: Venator-class, modernized
Role: Flagship, Battleship, Starfighter Carrier, Troop transport
Physical Description/Image:Reference Image
Physical Size (roughly): 1,137 - 1,155 meters
Armament (roughly):
Armament has been modernized
* Dual heavy turbolaser turrets (8)
* Medium dual turbolaser cannons (2)
* Point-defense laser cannon turrets (60)
* Heavy proton torpedo launchers (4)
* Heavy tractor beam projectors (6)
* Built-in beam weapon
* Deck guns(6+)

Complement (roughly):
All ships, weapons and armor modernized
* Alpha-3 Nimbus-class V-wing starfighters (192)
* Eta-2 Actis-class light interceptors (192)
* ARC-170 starfighters(36)
* Clone Z-95 Headhunters
* AT-TEs walkers (24)
* Low Altitude Assault Transport/infantry (40)
* Miscellaneous shuttles
* Landing craft

History of the Ship: The Resurgence has been the flagship of the Republic Remnant during its campaign to destroy any and all Imperial Remnants and reestablish the Republic. It has seen well over 200 engagements over the course of the Reclamation Campaign in it's battlegroup with the Kenobi, and Fisto.
Notable Crew:Supreme Commander Jason Erthos-The primary leader of the Republic Remant, he leads their reclamation efforts against the Imperial Remnants and leads talks to convince the New Republic that the old system wasn't entirely flawed, simply parts. He also leads the ground forces when needed.

CC-2174 "Hammer"-Commander Hammer was one of the first Clones to finish the accelerated growth process after Nama Le fled Tipoca City with a handful of like minded fellows and roughly 2,500 embryos twenty-three years after the end of the Clone Wars. He is considered to be the toughest of all his brothers and has aided in the training of subsequent generations of Clones and those who have been recruited from off world. He leads the 302nd Clone Legion of the Republic and is a stalwart believer that if any of his brothers still serve the Imperial remnants, they can be saved. That doesn't, however, keep him from doing what he must.

Optional, but helpful:
Unique Technology: Gravity Well Projector-Smaller scale, as most Imperial Remnant fleets aren't all that large, if they're large enough to be called a fleet to begin with.
Crew Size:
* 7,400 Officers, Pilots, and Enlisted Crew
* 2,000 Ground Troops standard, modified for 4,000 in it's AU
* 2 years of Supplies

Faction/Operator/Owner: Republic Remnant/Jason Erthos

[User]
Aboard the Daedalus

Both Jason and the members of the Scorch guard looked about confused. One moment, they were in the starfighter tower, preparing an ambush for the enemy clones, the next they were aboard the bridge of what appeared to be the Daedalus, though the exact means of how was lost on them. When the Colonel asked for the bridge to be cleared, Jason nodded to the Scorch Guard, who followed Sheppard while he turned to the Colonel. "I know I might not get the most satisfactory answer here, but...what just happened?"

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Meanwhile, the Resurgence had already begun it's own evasive maneuvers as V-Wings and ARC-170s shift targets to engage the new arrivals. XO Kol'Zife was issuing orders as fast as he could, the point defense turrets strafing the strange craft that got too close. They had come in with hyperdrive signatures, but no one had really thought about it, ghost signatures happened on occasion. And that mistake had seen one of their new allies slaughter, the large biological ship eviscerated in a powerful beam of energy. A pair of missiles from a V-Wing clipped the stabilizer of one of the strange ships, but it lined up it's shot anyways and fired, the laser barely missing the Resurgence, though shields depleted by fifteen percent. Getting on the COMS, he practically yells into them. {All boarding units, fall back to the Resurgence! I repeat, fall back!} Jerus frowned as the message came through and looked to the others, who were all gathering around the turbo lift. After a moment's debate, he nods to himself and boards a turbolift.

"I'm going on to finish this mission. All 302nd units are to fall back and see if you can secure a few Y-Wing hyperdrives along the way, but the rest of you can decide for yourselves if you want to come. I won't force you. Sounds like we're under attack out there."

[Assistant]
Eri 'Moram - Aboard the Imperial Venator

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Eri started to snarl, though directed at no one in particular. Much like Jerus, she too had received her warnings from the Immaculate Aegis. New hostile ships had arrived, and they were targeting the ship they were boarding. Even without that warning, the shaking they had all felt earlier made that obvious enough.

After just a moment of thought, Eri opened a channel back to the other team waiting in the hangar. "Board the phantoms and get them out of this ship. We are evacuating the ship. Cloak the phantoms and bring them around just outside this ship's bridge atop one of the two largest towers."

With her orders having been given, Eri stepped into the lift alongside Jerus, followed by the rest of her team. She grumbled under her breath for a moment as she looked down at him, paying particular attention to his armor. "Can that suit be sealed to a vacuum, Human?"

Eri intended to stay in this ship no longer than absolutely necessary.

[User]
Travis Elliot - The Glasgow

The new ships arrived out of nowhere, and attacked the Daedalus. The Glasgow had to be quick to react, if they lost The Daedalus they lost their ticket out of the system. They'd be sitting ducks without them, and dying in an unknown universe didn't exactly seem pleasant to him, and probably not to his crew either. "Calculate shots, and use the GARDIAN lasers. Move in closer to our friendly." He ordered, his crew members jumping to follow his orders, to the captain of The Glasgow things just got very interesting.

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Sarah Wilkes - Aboard enemy vessel - Situation FUBAR

The group had managed to push onto the bridge, but then the ship shook. Radio messages from The Glasgow began to relay into their feed that new contacts had entered the system. With things going to hell in a hand basket, Sarah just sighed relaying orders through her helmet feed to any personnel still on board. "Anyone able to make it back to the shuttle, get back there now all, those who can't report to the bridge we're hitching a ride. Objectives are to be considered fulfilled until proven otherwise. Stay alive, Wilkes out." She turned to her gathered allies. "Mind if we hitch a ride, don't know if our shuttles can get here fast enough to get us off the bridge." She asked the assembled races.

[Assistant]
Aboard the Undying Dawn

Once everyone had made their choices, the turbo-lift closed and accelerated upwards. "The bridge was one of two major fallback positions, the other was the starfighter tower. The strongest resistance will be found here, so let's hit hard, move fast, get the admiral and get out." As Jerus finished speaking, the lift could be felt decreasing in speed and the unofficial Jedi started counting down. "Three," the momentum practically arrested as the lift stopped. "Two," The lift came to a complete stop and the sound of the door beginning to open can be heard. "One," and as the door opened, once more the silver and orange lightsaber came to life, deflecting a hail of blue bolts as he leapt out of the turbo-lift, the blades humming through a pair of troopers while he uses the Force to pull another to himself and round house kicks him, his augmented strength snapping the clone's neck in his armor.

The allied forces that had ridden the lift up joined him and in moments, the area outside the bridge was secured. Waiting just long enough for everyone to form up, Jerus palms open the door his blades at the ready...

Only to find the admiral subdued and all the clone marines deal with, along with the bridge crew. The one responsible, the orange armored mercenary from before, looked like she'd been waiting a while. "Well, that explains where you went."

[User]
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*<:Location:_Onboard_Undying_Dawn_Command_Bridge:>*
*<:Directive:_Capture_Ship_Captain:>*

Mentions:
(And everyone else who's with him)

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As the lift doors suddenly opened, Jerus and the rest of the allied crew would stop to see a volley of dead clone marines lying everywhere on the bridge. Many were laying on the bridge walkway or near the windows of the ship, with some having fallen into the sunken pits, all either suffering from plasma beam wounds or broken bones. And there, standing in the middle of the walkway with her arm cannon pointed directly at the fallen admiral, was Samus Aran.

Once she noticed the doors open in the back, her gaze would pay attention to the new arrivals who entered the bridge.

The bounty hunter straightened her posture as she lowered her weapon and faced Jerus, who was now wielding an orange beam of plasma energy. It was a... unique choice of weaponry, especially for someone of his stature as a bounty hunter coming out of retirement. However, this wasn't much for her to be concerned about compared to the announcement she received on her comms some time ago.

"I suppose you have an escape plan ready?" Samus asked curiously, "It appears that your ship had demanded for us to return back. Unless your plan is to take the long way down by backtracking our way to the hangar, I'm afraid we might not make it in time. And I'm not carrying your precious admiral back down all by myself."

[Assistant]
Eri 'Moram - Aboard the Imperial Venator

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After going through the fight to take the lift to begin with, the ambush at the top did not feel as difficult. Even though the Imperials had superior positions for cover, they also seemed to have quite a few options to defend themselves. The Human from the Resurgence, by some means, could deflect incoming fire with his version of an energy sword, Eri had her hardlight shield, and the majority of her team had personal energy shielding. As well, the other Humans from the other ship had individuals that could put up strange violet energy barriers to protect them. Altogether, they had the capacity to push forward far more aggressively than any defense could have planned for.

Pushing into the bridge itself, they had been expecting even more of a fight, but found only a sea of corpses. Save for two. Eri recognized this one, however briefly, from the fighting near the hanger. This was the bounty hunter, who had apparently dealt with the entire bridge crew and captured the admiral.

Lowering her hardlight shield, Eri stepped out towards the bounty hunter and grunted as she glanced over the bodies. "Hmph, and here I thought you had ran away." She remarked. Frankly, though, part of her wondered how a single mercenary could have handled all of these foes alone. That would be a challenge even to Vael...

Regardless, there was no time for pointless discussion or speculation. The bounty hunter had asked how they intended to escape, and Eri was quick to answer. Quickly, she contacted her phantom. "Move to the front of the bridge, disengage active camouflage, and open the gravity lift. Hold at a safe distance until the breach is opened."

Now standing over the admiral alongside Samus, Eri looked towards the window at the end of the walkway. "We can blast a hole in that window and make the jump to the gravity lift of our phantom. It is the column of energy you see beneath the dropship; it will pull you up into the phantom. Assuming that suit of yours is sealed, we are all equipped for a vacuum. Except for him..." Eri explained, turning her gaze down towards the admiral and giving a low growl. "Hmm, but he'll live. Just make sure he does not try to hold his breath before he is exposed to the vacuum."

[User]
Bridge of the Dawn

"Not quite that simple." Jerus walks over and hauls the admiral to his feet as he's looking at the orange armored mercenary disapprovingly. "That's not glass, that's transparisteel, combat grade. You'll have to blast it open with some high grade explosives. Hope you brought some."


[System]
Nickname: Shadow

Age: Young Adult

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Crush: N/A

Mate:N/A

Pups: N/A

Personality: Leila hides her true emotions behind a shield and only shows the emotions she wants people to see. She only does that because she has a problem showing all her emotions at once making her confused which really isn't a good thing. Past all the emotions, Leila has a big heart which makes her care for a lot of things. But when it comes to fighting, she won't stop till the attacker is done to the ground in pain. She won't stop fighting even if she was in deep pain. Leila can be real cold hearted to people who hurt anyone she cares.

Bio: When Leila was a small pup, she used to belong to another pack. Sadly, they were all killed leaving Leila alone. She lived on her own for a long time teaching herself to fight and survive. Till she met Ruka's pack and ending up as the Beta.

Rank wanted: Female Beta

[User]
Autumn wandered through the trees, calling for her mother. She had told her to stay by rock and she would come get her but where was she? Autumn felt her ears lower. Had she done something wrong to make mother mad? The pup yelped as she stumbled over a root and tumbled to the ground. She lay for a moment before slowly getting to her feet and shaking any leafs that might have clung to her fur. She resumed calling, felling fear well up inside her. What if she was lost and never found mother? Terrified the pup turned but realized she had no clue which way was back to the rock.

The forest suddenly feeling dark and scary, Autumn quickly back against a tree, wide amethyst eyes darting around at every sound she heard. A sudden snap of a twig nearby sent the pup whirling around. A pair of eyes glowed at her from the undergrowth. The pup whimpered, turned and fled blindly through the trees. She tripped many times but always scrambled to her feet and kept going. Finally, when she caught sight of the river she tripped over something and went flying. When she finally managed to stagger to her feet she turned to see what it was that had tripped her.

She blinked in surprise when she saw it was a pup around her age laying there. His fur was a dark gray in color. He had black on the tips of his ears, his behind and the tip of his tail. She couldn't see the color of his eyes because they were closed.

Autumn cautiously crept up to him, poked the pup with her paw then leaped away as if he was going to bite her. When he didn't move Autumn crept over again and poked him again. Her eyes widened when she felt his wet fur. He also seemed to be shivering. The pup glanced around before she curled her smaller body around his, hoping her body heat would dry him and stop the shivering.

[Assistant] Ranger sat at the base of his favorite tree looking around at the others until he got bored and walked over to the perimeter of their area and just sat there staring out at the trees which could likely hide dangers that only big wolves could handle, 'I want to go out so bad' he thought to himself.

[User]
The pitch black furred wolf was scanning the pack to see if everyone was there and okay. When Leila saw that everyone was okay, she turned and walked to her cave. She only went there when she wanted to be alone or there was nothing she could do.

Once there at the cave, she walked in letting the darkness camouflage her body. She sat at the mouth of the cave, but made sure she was covered in the dark. She had a good view of the pack and would hear if anyone was in trouble.

But for now, she relaxed laid her hands on her paws as she used her senses. She could hear the sound of the birds chirping and singing, other animals running around, the sound of droplets touching the ground. It was all relaxing to her.

Leila knew they were going to hunt in a little for food for the pack. She couldn't wait to actually dig her claws in the animal and rip-, she shook her head a bit killing the thought from her head. Just can't wait to eat, was all she thought before going back to what she was doing.

[Assistant] His reflection gazed back up at him crisp and clear. Looking up over the pond, it was as if glass. He dipped his head down after gazing around and lapped up some water breaking the surface tension. After drinking his fill it was time to move on and go about the daily business. Soon it would be time to hunt, and the anticipation was killing him. Ulfang was hungry, and he knew that others would be as well. He started his way back to the den, where his pack would most likely start to converge. His would make a small detour near the river, just to make sure things were as they should be and nothing else was amiss. He started on his way at a jog.

[User] Dodger's eyes slowly crept open as he propped up his head a bit seeing a bluish black furred pup infront of him, startled he quickly got up into an attack stance growling(which since hes a pup is actually quite adorable.) he bares his teeth trying his best to look menacing.

[Assistant] Autumn yelped as the pup she had been trying to warm up started growling. Autumn scrambled to her paws, ears lowering to lay flat against her head as she backed up slowly. "I-I'm sorry! You w-were wet and cold and I-I was trying to warm y-you up." She whimpered, continuing to back away until her paws touched the edge of the river. She froze, the realization that she was literally backed into a corner flashing through her mind. The river was knocked off the list seeing as the current was too strong for her. She wondered if she would be able to dart around him.

[User] Dodger seeing the pup was as startled as he was sat down right there and smiled."s..sorry i growled..you startled me.." he says as he examines his surroundings catching movement in the corner of his eye and running off after it eventually catching the squirrel and returning to the tree proudly and happily with the squirrel dripping blood as he held it in his mouth. He drops the squirrel starting to dig in as he is really hungry and after a little bit he looks up with piercing blue eyes, his snout covered in blood"want some?" he asked nudging it toward her a bit"I'm Dodger.... but you can call me Dodge."

[Assistant] Ruka perked up at the bark sent by Wildflower and replied to her with a howl.

[User]
Autumn stared at him warily, body slowly relaxing. She carefully sat down and examined the wolf in front of her. She noted his eyes were blue, now able to see them clearly. As she continued to gaze at him she jumped in surprise when he suddenly took off. When he returned with a squirrel Autumn couldn't but gaze at him in awe. She was never able to catch prey, she was too clumsy and tripping over things. He nudged the squirrel her way and right as she was about to refuse and say she wasn't hungry her tummy chose at that moment to make itself known. She felt her pelt heat up in embarrassment. "I-I'm Autumn." She said shyly as she leaned down to take a small bite of the food.

A howl suddenly echoed through the forest and Autumn bolted upright, eyes wide as she looked around. At first she thought it was her mother but as she listened she noticed the tones were too low to be her mothers voice. This howl belonged to a male. Autumn began trembling, hoping they wouldn't get in trouble if they were anothers' land.

[Assistant] Ulfang eventually made his way to the river, after taking several stops to admire the landscape. He eventually rounded a bend on land next to a part of the river that was slightly lower then the rest. It would be an easy place to cross, as many rocks jutted out of the water to form a sort of path. Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, it looked like something moved up ahead of him, something relatively small. His focus broke however as a howl erupted across the landscape. Recognizing it as Ruka's, he began to move ahead, running now. Almost immediately after starting out, he ran through a bramble of low undergrowth coming out on the other side, face to face with two small pups, eating what appeared to be a squirrel.

[User] Wildflower heard Ruka's howl, and her tongue gutted out, forming a wolfish grin. She ran full speed back to the rock, forgetting the task at hand, because soon it would be time for the hunt. Her stomach rumbled, and she tried to Sprint back even faster. She wondered where the others were, and brought herself to a swift stop, she sniffed the air and the hairs on her back raised. She smelled members of her pack, but she also smelled something else. She didn't know if it was hostile yet, but she decided to start approaching the nearest scent, which happened to be Ulfang's. She could only smell one other creature in his direction, but she wanted to make the scale tip in their favor.

[Assistant]
Leila heard a howl which made her eyes open when they were closed to fall asleep. She perked her ears up listening deeper then noticed it was the alpha howling. And with the howl, she could hear the sound of running.

Well better check it out then, so she got up to see who was running.

She creeped out of the cave feeling the sun touch her fur making her shake a bit. Then she focused where she heard running and ran towards the direction.

As she was running, she could smell faint scent of blood that filled her nose as she got closer more. It made her stomach rumble as she licked her teeth. She ran faster but stopped when she could smell the scents of pack members. But she could also smell another scent she didn't recognize.

As she got there, she saw Ulfang and two pups and also she could smell another scent, which smelled mostly of Wildflower. But she watched the two little pups then at Ulfang. She took a sniff of the air and her eyes darted to the squirrel the little ones were eating.

[User]
Autumn's ears pricked when she heard a rustling in the bushes. Was it more prey? She padded over to investigate however she quickly back-petaled. Her ears quickly lowered again when a large wolf stepped out. The pup's eyes widened and she whimpered, gazing up at him. His fur was a brilliant white that sparkled in the sun. It looked like snow. She had a brief wonder if she touched it it would be cold. She was quickly snapped from her musing when two more wolves stepped out. They all had a similar scent so she assumed they were all part of the same pack.

The tiny pup whimpered again, unconsciously pressing up against Dodge for comfort. Her small body was trembling from fear and her tail was lowered between her legs.

[Assistant]
When Wildflower was in viewing distance of the pups, she whipped her head around and looked confused. Lone pups? Was this a ruse of some sort? Wildflower had never seen lone pups before, and approached with caution. That was, until she saw Leila rushing towards the food the pups we're eating. She felt motherly instincts kick in, and ran towards the pups. When She got there, she stopped in front of them and bared her teeth, even at the huge Ulfang. She twisted now and then, to see if Leila was going to pounce or if Ulfang was going to step up to the offensive plate. In her old pack, they killed weak pups like these, and she had no idea how this thing would work. She still growled, her tail up, and the hair on her back standing at full attention.

She peaked behind her back at the pups, and her eyes slightly softened. They looked so tiny, so defenseless. She looked back at Ulfang and Leila and snarled. "Don't touch them. Not yet, we can see what Ruka says."

[User] Leila felt her eyes roll then said in a soft voice, "I wasn't going for the food. I wasn't going to hurt them. I wasn't even going to kill them. It's called checking what was going on. Don't go snarling at people who are trying to help." The female beta let out a puff of air as if snickering before she turned saying as she turned to look at the pups, "Lets take them if you want to protect them. It would be safer." She looked at the Wildflower, her eyes held a bit of emotion that she actually thought she was going to hurt the pups. Or take something from them. But she made the emotion disappear from her eyes then looked at Ulfang. Saying again, "And I'm sure he wasn't going to hurt them too."

[Assistant] Ruka ran after his pack to see what the fuss was about, but slowed to stop once he saw the lone pups. He looked around to see if either of their parents were around before turning his attention back to the pups. "What are your names?" He asked the pups.

[User] Wildflower only had a second to nod at Leila, before Ruka came and asked the pups a question. Wildflower lowered her tail and walked away, feeling ashamed of herself. Of course she had been too quick to judge. She almost always was. She laid down in a soft patch of grass a small walk away, listening to the conversation from a distance. Next time she would have to be more careful, someday the Beta was going to snap at her, and She would have to run away with her tail between her legs like a runt.

[Assistant] Autumn looked up at the new male wolf that had appeared, still pressed against Dodge. She had been slightly surprised when one of the wolf's had raced over to them and snarled at the others. "I-I'm Autumn." She replied softly, ears still flattened with fear and unease. She sensed a sort of power coming from the wolf in front of her and she assumed him to be the Alpha. She whimpered again, wondering what was going to happen to them.

[User]
Leila watched as the Wildflower walked away with a look of shame. She kept on watching the wolf walk away for in a little distance. She felt bad for the way she talked to her. So she let her kindness take over as she walked towards Wildflower but she didn't sit, she wasn't good at apologizes but she was not such as cold since her big heart didn't let her be, so she said softly "I'm sorry for acting like that. Please don't judge me..." Then she said with a wolfish smile,"But your mother instincts are nice" she couldn't say something else cause that was all she could say. So she nodded her head in a sorry way before walking back to the pups.

She listened to the little female pup say her name was Autumn. And said with soft eyes, "I'm sorry if we frightened you. We didn't mean to"


[System]
Age: 24 (at time of death)
Archon of: Fire

Archon weapon: Gun made from spirit energy

Appearance: Cale is around five foot eight inches tall. Average build though leans more towards the thinner side. Short blonde and bright amber eyes. Dresses more in men's clothes than in women's.

Personality: Tomboyish. Loves to fight with Brynn but has an unwavering sense of morality. Killing is never an option.

Bio: In the year 2162 A.D. the world is more or less united under the World Government Association. People are modifying themselves through the use of cybernetics to become more than human. More and more people are being discovered with amazing abilities, one such of these people are Cale. Cale was thought to be a Breaker; (someone that surpassed their human limits though genetic or cybernetic enhancements) though she is actually the Archon of Fire. She was captured as all Breakers eventually are and taken to the Neo New Hampshire B.R.F. There she was studied and it is where she met Brynn. After about 7 years the two were released back into society. They both stayed together and decided to work with one another to protect civilians. Though their methods are different and their morals vary, they made a good team. She called herself The Burning Vigor. The duo parted ways when she could not withstand Brynn's methods of dealing with crime, which was killing the criminals instead of turning them in.

Special gear or equipment: Manifesting spirit energy that takes the shape of the user's preferred weapon. For Cale that makes it a
As well as having superb fighting skills and inhuman strength.

Name: Brynn Irons

Age: 18

Archon of: N/A

Archon weapon: N/A

Appearance: About six foot and one inch tall. Dark brown hair with viridian colored eyes. Lean build with some muscle. Always with some kind of grin on his face.

Personality: A smart ass. Doesn't take orders well whatsoever. Stubborn but listens to people eventually. At most times careless and reckless.

Bio: At an early age Brynn had a relatively normal family life. He was a progidy of mechanical engineering as his father designed and built most of the machines that the B.R.F. used to study Breakers. Though around the age of ten he started to develop the ability to move extremely fast. As such he was determined to be a Breaker and then taken to the Neo New Hampshire B.R.F. In the facility, he met Cale and they became fast friends. After around seven years, the two were released back into society. When they returned, Brynn noticed how bad the criminals became. So he and Cale decided to become crime fighters. Cale wore a costume and took the alias of The Burning Vigor while Brynn was too fast for any non-Breaker to see so he chose to wear regular attire. Brynn became more and more violent towards criminals and thus eventually began to kill criminals in order to prevent them from escaping prison. Cale was strongly against this and they drifted apart.
Brynn continued to hunt law breakers until he once again met Cale. The two argued over what was the right way to protect the people; through the law or through murder. The argument became a full fledged battle when Brynn struck the first blow.

Special gear or equipment: Comfortable clothing. A sword with a large blade.

Name: Brynn "Breaker" Irons

Age: 19

Archon of:
 Post-Archon: Fire

Archon weapon:
 Post-Archon: Cale's gun; manifests through spirit energy.

Appearance:
 Pre-Archon: About six foot and one inch tall. Dark brown hair with viridian colored eyes. Lean build with some muscle. Always with some kind of grin on his face.

 Post-Archon: Same as before, though hair is more unkempt and closer to silver now. Wears a deep red (almost black) coat. His left eye is amber since it was Cale's ege though he covers it with an eye patch.

Personality:
 Pre-Archon: A smart ass. Doesn't take orders well whatsoever. Stubborn but listens to people eventually. At most times careless and reckless.
 Post-Archon: Is mostly unchanged, though a bit more somber.
Bio:
 Pre-Archon: At an early age Brynn had a relatively normal family life. He was a progidy of mechanical engineering as his father designed and built most of the machines that the B.R.F. used to study Breakers. Though around the age of ten he started to develop the ability to move extremely fast. As such he was determined to be a Breaker and then taken to the Neo New Hampshire B.R.F. In the facility, he met Cale and they became fast friends. After around seven years, the two were released back into society. When they returned, Brynn noticed how bad the criminals became. So he and Cale decided to become crime fighters. Cale wore a costume and took the alias of The Burning Vigor while Brynn was too fast for any non-Breaker to see so he chose to wear regular attire. Brynn became more and more violent towards criminals and thus eventually began to kill criminals in order to prevent them from escaping prison. Cale was strongly against this and they drifted apart.
Brynn continued to hunt law breakers until he once again met Cale. The two argued over what was the right way to protect the people; through the law or through murder. The argument became a full fledged battle when Brynn struck the first blow.

 Post-Archon: The fight ended when Cale made one mistake, Brynn capitalized on it. In the heat of the fight he struck down Cale, only afterwards regretting it. A few moments after he realized what he did, he collapsed and awoke in a hospital. While Brynn was unconscious, Cale was still alive in the hospital with him. She learned she was not going to live but was more concerned with Brynn's condition. She was told by the staff that his lung and liver were unsalvagable. Cale's bullets ripped through them completely. His left eye was lost as well. The only way he would be able to live normally again was through a blood transfusion as well as an organ transplant. The only source they had on hand was Cale. She agreed to the transplant and it occurred while she was still alive; lung, liver and eye. Brynn woke up shortly after the operation, and found Cale on her last breaths. They spoke for a short while, though her last words were that he too would suffer her curse. He did not know what she meant until after his recovery. Brynn inherited Cale's fire archon as well as her spirit energy. With that he can use the fire and Cale's gun, though the his body cannot handle the fire and it burns him from the inside out if it is used too much.
 A year after the events of the battle, he is traveling around the country and doing odd jobs and mercenary contracts. He follows his own morality, though is more aware of Cale's beliefs and is beginning to follow her ideals.

Special gear or equipment: Modified sword and sheath made from an old anti-materiel rifle.
 The bottom half of the sheath still functions as a gun with incredible range, but is more difficult to use without the stock it once had. The part where the sword is placed can produce incredible waves of hot air when the trigger is pulled, sending the sword out of the sheath at 1,500 feet per second or around 1000miles per hour. Brynn calls this the Burning Engine. The engine in the sheath takes energy directly from the archon's power and heats the blade to 2889°K, half the temperature of the sun. Brynn created the weapon six months after he killed Cale and modified the engine to store energy from the Archon's power when it awoken in him only three months later. His old great sword was destroyed in the fight with Cale.

Special Ability: Dragon's Breath; when faced with the risk of death, Breaker has full access to all of the archon's power which consumes him with fire.  After the initial explosive burst of energy, Breaker takes this form: His fire attacks are also increased greatly in power.
However it has drawbacks, Dragon's Breath only lasts at most for three minutes and forty seven seconds and after the duration Breaker is greatly weakened for a few moments. If it lasts any longer than 3:47, he will either pass out or begin to burn from the inside out if he has not passed out.
 "The only way I know if I'm still here is if I'm bleeding."

[User]
Subject 17, Archon of SoundLocation: Temple of The Archons
Notes:A pale, eyeless, mouthless man. Wears tinted goggles, a bandana, jeans, headphones, rugged clothes, backpacks full of parts. 17 took a seat on the cold hard floor and took off his headphones. He listened as Archon's arrived. The sound of rifts through space opening and closing fascinated him. His attempts to communicate with Ian Marcus didn't go well. He could communicate his name by pointing to the brand on his chest, but the sign language of W.G.A. was foreign to Marcus.
 He listened to Ian Marcus give a short monologue on what was going on. He continued to sit and listen to the conversations of everyone else, keeping tabs on the characters he had just learned about. Everything could be heard with such clarity, as if his sense of hearing had been heightened.

- Ian Marcus. The Archon of Gravity. A woman named Lupus is his mentor. The mention of her name flashed a memory through his head of an eager woman named "Lupus The Patient," an old Archon of Gravity.

- Maddie. Talking to someone in her head. Quite the mouth on this one, with a feisty attitude to go with it.

- Breaker. He distanced himself from the others at first. He could feel his eyes pressing down on him. Silent type. He was occupied thinking something else.

- Jackson, or Jacky. He held something musical in a case. He could hear it's strings vibrating as he swung it around. He mentioned Draco before walking away. A memory of a large warrior known as "Draco The Strong" was awakened. The Archon of Stone.

- Aella. Apparently the one "Legolas" was directed at. 17 had heard about elves in stories, so her appearance was easy to imagine. She mentioned Sagittarius, which provoked the memory of a guardian known as "Sagittarius The Watcher," an Archon of Air. She walked off in a different direction than Jacky.

- Haven. Her joke was met with silence, but 17 grinned at hearing her attempt to lighten the mood. She fell silent for now, except for a sigh that seemed to indicate anxiety over the situation.

- Gideon. His breathing could be heard going through a filter. Was this air toxic to him? He uttered only his name and role, establishing himself as Archon of Darkness. He removed his respirator for only a moment. He seemed irritated. He wasn't friendly.

- A nameless girl spoke up, trying to calm Maddison. She seemed very forward, insulting Ian Marcus's name. Andromeda reminded 17 of "Andromeda The Siren," an Archon of water.

 There were others who had rifted in, but hadn't spoken up yet. 17 got up and walked to the man known as Gideon (@J D Jalowiec). 17 thought it would be best to tell him his name, since he announced everyone else's. He pulled his collar down to expose the brand on his chest. "XVII" was printed in the center, with "seventeen" printed twice in a circle around it. He pointed to it, then to his head.

[Assistant]
With a blink she had arrived, standing amongst several others within a stone temple. The severe dissertation and disorientation quickly subsided, and the feeling of another universe completely unlike her own was oddly familiar. Each person standing within the room were unique in some way, with certain qualities that made them memorable. As each spoke, she took time to remember names and traits. Ian was handsome, Madison was fiesty, Breaker was kept, Jacky was ballsy, Aelia seemed to look like an elf, etc.

- - -

Everyone took turns speaking, and she waited patiently off to the side for a more appropriate time to introduce herself. It wasn't lady-like to steal the spotlight, unlike that Gideon that clearly was vicious within the group. However, she had the strangest feeling that most people within the room were inexperienced. However, the faceless fellow, the one who gestures, made Docia incredibly uncomfortable for some odd reason. It could've been because she wasn't used to seeing fellows without mouthes still living.

With her blue sundress trailing gently behind her in the softest breeze from the corridors, she clasped both hands behind her back and swayed on her heels. Casually moving next to a new face, "I'm Docia." She softly spoke in Breaker's (@Jersh) ear with her voice of milk and honey. Gently holding out her hand to shake his, it daintily lingered. Her skin was ice cold to the touch...

[User]
Brynn looked at the woman in front of him. Another one? She seems..weird. Too happy.
Maybe you're just too angry.
...
Brynn lazily shook Docia's hand. It felt cool to the touch, unnaturally so.
Is she dead? Some kind of zombie?
Don't be stupid, zombies were wiped out over 100 years ago.
How many movies did you see in the facility?
More than you think and less than you'd hope.
After he let go, Brynn decided to walk around for a bit.
Brynn's pocket was ringing and lighting up.
"Damn. Who the hell is calling?"
He reached into the pocket and grabbed it.
"Grimm. Fuck."
Joseph Irons was Brynn's father. An accomplished mechanical engineer, he designed almost every machine the B.R.F. used to research the Breakers. To many Breakers, he was known as the "Reaper." If you were caught, you'd be brought to him and dissected. That was the rumor.
"What do you want, Grimm?"
"You went off the grid, where the hell are you?"
"That doesn't matter. What do you want?"
"There's...Some men from the Pantheon here. They're looking for you."
"For me? Well. I guess I should go see them."
"Where is he?!" An armored man shouted. Grimm being held up by his collar. The men were getting violent and unruly.
One in the back grunted and fell over.
"I'm right here. No need to beat up an old man." Brynn was standing over one of the Pantheon. The others quickly surrounded him and were ordering him to come quietly.
"You won't be harmed if you comply."
Brynn just smirked. "But then you'll miss all the fun."
In a swift motion Brynn sliced a grunt to pieces. Another was shot through the chest and head. "That's two. Only two left. You can run or you can join them."
The last two attacked Brynn at once, he pulled the trigger on his sheath and spun his blade around in a circle. Both grunts stopped in their tracks. As Brynn sheathed his blade, the men slowly fell in half.
"Now then, I'm going to be busy. Try to clean this place up."
Brynn opened another rift and walked through. After he arrived at the temple, he took his place against the wall once again; still covered in blood.


[System]
Age: 16

History: Born to a single mother in East London, Atticus has struggled with poverty his entire life, including having to go hungry for days on end, all so that he and his mother could survive in their "Shed with Beds" as the landlord called it. In spite of his hunger, Atticus knew the only way up in the world was to grind and scrape and claw his way up there, pinching every pence he could get, and he knew he had to be willing to take a pound for his Pound. Working three jobs usually, he scrounged what he could with his mother to be able to eat at least two meals a day, at which point he felt content, more than glad to stave off hunger on bread and maybe jam if they could get it.

Of course, living in the slums of London isn't always sunshine and roses. Being the small kid, there were naturally asshats who'd pick on him, and despite how bad it got sometimes, Atticus kept his chin up and didn't fight back. Ma said that good boys don't fight for no reason. Course, they stopped picking when the sprout reached about 1.9 meters. Growing up was hard, especially since he eventually had to get an education and leave his mom to work to feed them both. It was either that or by government mandate he'd be taken away and put...somewhere. He didn't really know, just that he hated anybody trying to take anything else away from his Ma. Begrudgingly, Atticus Haywood enrolled in Magiciana, hoping that maybe some real good parlor tricks might be enough to get him into show biz.

What your dream is: "Well...I guess making a lot of money would be nice. Yeah. Then I could afford to move Ma Somewhere nice. Guess I always wanted to be an actor...Hey! The hell are you laughing at? Wha-A COMEDIAN? MA!"

What kind of magic your char has: the magic of cockney! Unknown to him currently

[User]
"Call me...Nort. Or Mort, if it's easier for you to remember. Loki, eh? I don't need to worry about tricks or treats now do I?" Nortrom asks, a small smirk forming  Nortrom then quickly refreezes his cold exterior, going back to his emotionless stance. "...So....A test? I wonder what about....I wasn't told overly much when I was transphered here. It was..all a blur...to be honest."
 Nortrom remembered little from the time right after he killed his uncle. It was, as he'd said, a blur, a jumble of lights, noises, and feelings. Turmoil, relief, tinges of regret at first, and then..a clear feeling of freedom, and no worries. The world had been opened with an explosion......
 Nort seemed to go off into memory lane for a moment, to Loki, Nort now gazing into the sky. "......all a blur..." He mutters.

[Assistant]
((its all good :) ))

*Loki crosses his arms looking relatively displeased with this guy still glaring even though he knows that the sunglasses are making that rather pointless. He realizes the guy zoned out and with a sigh his finger nails make a reappearance. He then snaps his fingers once* "Nort you zoned out there... not that I care fully but whatever" *He is managing to calm himself down and ignoring the smirk that had appeared on Nort's face helps with that as does the counting he is doing in his head*

[User] looking into the orb, she began to see a white mist shape, slowly walking towards her, until it begin to start taking a form of a wolf. "I see a wolf, does that mean something? am i turning into a wolf?" asking the person.

[Assistant] Nort still looks to the sky, thinking. "...I'm aware.....So, have you discovered what your magic is yet? This is a school for the magically inclined, or did I manage to get sent to a military school......." He asks aloud, to no one in particular. In reality, he didn't care. He was more or less off in his own memories, still. However, he cringes, and snaps back to reality. "....I hope it's a magic school...." He mutters.

[User] *Loki snorts he seems way more calm now since Nort stopped trying to freeze him.* "I do know my *air quotes* "gift" and yes we are at a magic school with people with magic abilities and whatnot"*an eye roll even though Nort can't see it. His posture suggesting that he no longer wants to punch the guy but is still generally unamused by his presence*

[Assistant]
From his seated position Mateiu had begun to doze off, not even bothering to pay attention to whether or not his name was about to be called in the near future. A thin line of drool ran down the corner of his mouth and continued it's descent onto the palm and arm he used to prop his head up. It seemed as though that this would have likely gone on for quite a bit had the sudden slickness not caused Mateiu's hand to slip away from his face. The student awoke with a sharp yelp and flailed a bit as he started to fall forward, believing himself to be in danger of a rather unpleasant meet and greet between his face and the floor. He lurched forward a bit and balanced on the balls of his feet before placed his palms on the ground to steady himself. A few students whom had witnessed his near face plant snickered amongst themselves.

Mateiu felt a brief wave of embarrassment wash over him, tinging his cheeks a faint shade of pink as he glared at one of the others, "Yeah, laugh it up. Let's see if all of you are still giggling when I decide to shove you into your lockers!" He barked indignantly. The threat was empty, one half of the reason being that he wasn't willing to expend the energy required to track down everyone who had laughed, and the other being that he honestly didn't even know if the school had lockers to shove people into. The threat worked all the same, as some of the students dispersed and gave Mateiu a wide berth. He snorted and wiped the saliva off of his face with the sleeve of his uniform before tuning in to his surroundings. People were still milling about while they waited to be called. A few students had taking to talking amongst themselves, and two in particular seemed to be having a somewhat heated debate. Mateiu propped his chin up on one hand and braced the other on his thigh as he began to observe Loki and Nort, hoping to get some sort of entertainment out of his first day of school.

[User]
Atticus took a breath of relief, placing his palm on his right pectoral. "Ah, thanks...I was worried that it'd be following me around for a week. Last thing I wanted was to be called Bird-Poo Haywood." he says, gingerly folding his uniform to where the bird-splat was on the top and set it before the desk, stepping past it. Curious about the orb, Atticus put his hands on the desk and looked at the sphere from every angle. Yup. It was round. Content with it being completely round and not a trick of the eye, he listened to the Banana-robed mage.

Assuming that since the mage was gesturing to the orb, Atticus nodded and moved closer, placing his hands to the side-arcs of the sphere. "So uh...l-like this, right? Am I looking for anything in particular?" he asked, leaning close and peering with one eye, like he was trying to look through a telescope, hunched over quite a bit to look into the ball.

[Assistant] "......." Loki may be surprised by Nort, as Nort just walks off, towards the building without another word. It may be infuriating, confusing...either way, Nort was wanting to get inside quickly. Being out there, able to see the blue sky brought back memories. Bad ones...so, now he left. Within the school, he begins to wander, looking for a teacher, a student, whoever he saw first. He wanted to get his mind off his current thoughts.

[User] *Loki watches Nort walk away then sighs while the guy was infuriating it was distracting him for the fact that he was at the school... now it was coming back and he froze becoming statue like with standing perfectly still trying not to think about where he was and how many people are there*

[Assistant] Mateiu let out a soft grunt of disappointment as the two he believed were gearing up for a fight parted ways. He shook his head, musing on what a let down that had been before he began to rifle through his pockets for the pack of double mint he'd brought with him, coming away with two pieces which he quickly unwrapped and began to chew on idly. "'M booooored. How long is this supposed to take!?" He fussed before leaning back on his bag and placing his palms on the floor behind him. Mateiu craned his head up a bit to see if he could hear his name being called, however when no mention of his name was to be found, he simply began to entertain himself by popping his gum and searching the room with his eyes for anyone else of interest.

[User] *Loki was doing a fairly good job of pretending he was alone until he heard gum popping. With every pop he gave an eye twitch behind his glasses. He manages to remain where he is until he couldn't handle it anymore with hi stuff still slung over his should he silently makes his way over to Mateiu. Is this reckless yes, but does he care no he is too annoyed to care at this moment.*

[Assistant]
Having begun to add rhythmic foot tapping to his list of activities, Mateiu continued scanning the room up until something caught his attention, or rather, someone. One of the pair of near scrapers from earlier was heading in his direction. At first Mateiu started to look away, figuring the guy would simply pass by him, however he paused when he realized that the fellow student appeared to be looking his way. Mateiu reached up to his face and lowered his goggles ever so slightly to ensure he wasn't just seeing things, briefly revealing a pair of hazel eyes as his right brow raised up by half an inch.

Indeed it seemed that the other was heading his way, and they didn't seem all too pleased. Mateiu sat nonplussed. He continued right along with popping his gum, waiting until Loki was close enough to where yelling to be heard wasn't a necessity. "Sup, there a problem or something?" He grunted, accenting every two words with another pop before continuing the pattern.

[User] *Loki looks at the guy his voice back to that eerie calm an annoyed expression on his face as he stares the guy straight in the eyes* "Before i go insane.... please stop popping that gum" *The noise was so irritating to him the sound causing his eye to twitch each time to him gum popping went right along with chalkboard scratching a grating annoying sound that was borderline painful*

[Assistant]
Irish Tree

The robed figure chuckled quietly again, clearly amused by this student. "You're trying too hard. Just relax and let it come to you, you'll know it when it reveals itself. The way you are now, though, you won't be very happy if it turns out to be something shocking."

---

a huge mess

After a minute, a slightly chubby young woman entered with a clipboard and gave the waiting girl a smile. "Megan Starling? We will be starting the health examination shortly." As she waited for an answer, she placed the clipboard down and went to don a pair of gloves. "We do have to draw some blood, but it should be fairly painless besides that. From what our records show, there shouldn't be anything that should cause this to take too long, either. Are you ready?"

---

"Your power seems to be one of the most historically respected. Those who possess the power to connect with forms such as these have been seen as powerful allies associated closely with both the natural and even spiritual worlds for centuries. Be warned, though. As history has foretold, those jealous or misunderstanding of these noble shifters often seek to destroy or control them. You are only what you make of yourself, despite what anyone else may decide, and should be careful who is deserving of your favor."

The blue-robed figure shifted slightly in the chair before speaking again. "And now, we shall see what paths the future has invited you to. Focus again on the orb. I believe you should be able to see this one for yourself as well."

---

Again, the projected voice echoed across the hall.
"Jack Mills, this is your last call. Please report to room A or you shall be moved to the end of the list. Jack Mills to room A."

[User]
Atticus couldn't help but laugh at himself a little too. He really WAS taking this too seriously. After all, it wasn't like he was here to become some archmage that could...like...explode a mountain. He just wanted to get his general education out of the way to start getting payed higher than minimum wage. Truly the loftiest of goals. Taking a deep breath, Atticus relaxed his shoulders and just craddled the orb in his hands, looking into it as if he was trying to see his reflection in it.

After a moment, he saw something. Himself...standing in front of a crystal clear lake. Slowly, he saw whatever representation of himself that this was step out onto the water. Rather than his foot sinking down, it...stood atop the water. A soft wave surging out from the point of contact, hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of ripples all emenating from his single point of contact. Stepping out with his other foot, the water was clashing against itself, ripple against ripple. He didn't really understand why or how, but he started to run inside the orb. Each step seemed to resound with a sound he could feel within his bones, every step despite how normal it was serving the purpose of carrying on...something. A song? No...he couldn't hear anything. He just knew. A dull ringing echoed in his mind outside of the orb, and once he let go of the sphere, his visage took one final step, plunging to the bottom of the lake completely, the crystal ball returning to being normal.

Rubbing his temples, he looked at the robed instructor, quickly asking: "Um...Did any of that make sense to you? I was...standing on a lake and...there was music. Not-Not music, but like...a rhythm. I felt my hands shaking too.", literally unaware of the nature of the magic. While it may have appeared to have something to do with water to the naked eye, an adept mage would be able to discern that his natural affinity lied in Vibration magic, manipulating pulses and sound through the caster's surrounding.