[System]
Hero Name- (The) Hunter
Nicname(s)- Ya
GENDER
Female
AGE
16 - Birthdate 6, June
APPEARANCE

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 140
Fashion Sense:Neutral clothes, long sleeves, flowy open over-shirts with loose shirts underneath, baggy pants, thick belts or hip-scarves, various masks, and bones.
Distinguishing Features: Aside from the mane of green hair, the black sclera and yellow eyes come to mind.
Voice Quality: Lilting, mildly smokey,
PERSONALITY
Ya is critical, antisocial, mildly misanthropic, and doesn't seem to give a damn about anything. A sarcastic street brawler, this kid only seems to take only self-found answers. Yaseishi also possesses a silvered tongue, and is rather deft at intimidation, especially when their Quirk is in full effect.
HISTORY
Yaseishi's birth was a surprise, not that that's saying much, seeing as she has a Quirk. It was pretty obvious at birth, as her sclera were black, and she had a long thin tail. Her parents tried to keep this quiet, but things were difficult. Her teeth grew in sharp, like an animal's, and she small grew horns before she grew hair. They weren't exactly well moneyed individuals, and couldn't afford to move from the small suburb they lived for a sense of anonymity, nor were they able to alter their house to make it more private.
And, as things often do, it went from bad to worse.
QUIRK
Wild Spirit This Transformation Quirk allows for wild manifestations of a base mutation!
OTHERS
Likes: Quiet, medium sized spaces, winter
Dislikes: Her full name, people, needless platitudes, socialites
Theme:Vicious
Hex:3f704d
Relations-

[User]
It was safe to say that Hanazawa Lacara was not herself today. Normally she would be a highly excitable individual, but today she was visibly tired; so much so that even getting up off her bed for the day may have very well taken up all the strength she had to give. Her movement was all over the place, involuntarily zigzagging from one side of the footpath to the other, and she had a hand right up to her forehead this whole time, the sun burning its way into her eyes and affecting her vision of what was ahead of her.

This was the first time Lacara had been out of the house since living in Detroit, and the first time she'd seen the outside world of Japan. She wasn't particularly enthused about having to go out; in fact, she was so absolute in her refusal to leave that she pleaded he mother Yatsumi to let her sleep in. But Lacara was immediately reminded that she still had so much to learn, and that Yatsumi was never going to be able to teach her all of it. That was what got her to enroll Lacara into UA in the first place; so that she could learn things in peace, without any of the discrimination that Yatsumi or her father Fedarius would've had to endure for being in a quirkless society.

Well, that was the idea at least, but the illusion shattered the second Lacara stumbled her way up to the front gate. She knew those boos and jeers all to well. It was the sound of a protest that was starting to transform into a riot... if only because of course that was what would inevitably happen. All sorts of memories flooded Lacara's mind. The beatings. The kicks that were inflicted upon her and Yatsumi back then. All the times the both of them were smacked by signs that their attackers wielded.

And the labels. Those accursed, abominable labels!

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A violent discharge of lava from her back had brought Lacara back to her senses. It also burned a hole in the shirt that made up the top half of her uniform but, as it could be quite handily and affordably replaced, it didn't matter so much. What mattered was that Lacara was pissed. She scanned the crowd ahead of her, eyes immolated with a wild, unadulterated rage.

Three people looked to be wielding megaphones in order to make their voices heard, from what Lacara could see. One was a man in the center of the protesting mob, but there were way too many people that Lacara would have to fight through to get to him, regardless of the angle she could try to attack from. To say such an endeavor would be physically taxing would be a severe understatement, so that would be a hard pass. A woman with a megaphone could be spotted through the cracks of the back of the crowd, but the men that surrounded her looked to be too strong. No dice on her, either. However, Lacara spotted a particularly bold woman right near the front of the crowd. True, she'd have to go right round just to get access to her, but those in front might very well have had most of their energy sapped from combating the riot police and security, and the woman herself was probably someone Lacara could easily overpower if she had to. Perfect.

Her move determined, Lacara took a confident and much more stable stride, through to the same side entrance that everyone else took to get to UA. She stopped to say hi to neither the students that had got there before her nor the members of the staff that were there to greet them. All she cared about was getting back into the front gate, using whatever mixture of bravery and insanity was there to guide her.

It was safe to say that Lacara had enough of this farce...

[Assistant]
"Maybe we should have looked into this program before we agreed to send her there."

"It's a little late for that now, isn't it?"

Nyoko hadn't been awake long, and they were arguing. Again. Her mother was having second thoughts about the sending her away. That was really no surprise. It didn't change the fact that Nyoko didn't want to listen to it. Instinctively, she reached for her phone and pushed earphones into place. The music would drown out their dispute. At least she wouldn't have to put up with the constant fighting for much longer.

Most of Nyoko's belongings were already sent to her new school. As such, her room was quite barren. It looked more like a hotel room with a lack of clear identity or ownership. Other than her uniform, which she was already wearing except for the blazer, the only thing she had was her phone. Having everything sent away made leaving feel more real, but it wasn't as bittersweet as she anticipated. She was looking forward to not having to come back. As much as she wanted to go to UA, the dorms only made her want to leave even more. The guilt she felt regarding her eagerness to leave was minimal. The bitterness she felt was nearly nonexistent.

As Nyoko prepared to leave her room, her parents were waiting outside the door. She felt every muscle in her body tense, worried that they were going to intervene with her leaving. They had said their goodbyes the previous night. The argument that took place when she woke up was expected. Their sudden presence wasn't. Anxiety overwhelmed her as she worried about what they could possibly want.

Nyoko tugged one of her earbuds loose.
"Is something wrong?"

"It's about your new school," her father began. "Your mother has concerns."

"It's the first day. My things are gone, and I already have the uniform," Nyoko rambled quickly as she tried to make her case before they gave her no opportunity to do so. "If you were going to say I couldn't go, then you shouldn't have waited until the first day of school."

"That's not it," her mother stated. There was no reassurance in her voice. Nyoko's parents weren't like that.

"I have to go. I'm going to be late." Nyoko began to move, attempting to force her way around her parents. "Just text me."

Her father derailed her by sticking his arm out to block her path. "Your mother is talking to you. You better listen to what she has to say."

"I don't know about what you told me about this program at your new school," her mother began. "I want more details, so I want you to update me about what they're doing. If it's not up to my standards, I'm going to pull you out."

She couldn't be serious. Nyoko knew she wouldn't be permitted to leave the house without agreeing.

"Yeah, sure," she relented. "I'll update you."

"Then you can leave as soon as you put your blazer on. If you're going to show up on the first day of school in an incomplete uniform, then I may just change my mind."

Nyoko scowled as she grabbed her blazer and shoved her arms into the sleeves. Blazers felt heavy and weren't to her liking, but at least her parents had let her out of the house.

The closer Nyoko got to the school, the more her excitement began to grow. Even though she hadn't used her Quirk since waking up, the surge of adrenaline almost made her feel like she had excess energy. It wasn't long before she showed her ID to the teachers standing watch at the side entrance and shuffled her way past classmates to stand in the waiting area. Hopefully they wouldn't be idle for long. Patience wasn't one of her better attributes.

[User]
In the distance, silhouetted by the rays of the rising sun, a figure began to approach. Vague at first, but certain distinct details began to become apparent as the individual approached. Once out of the glare of the sun, it was apparent that the figure was likely a young teen, due to the height on display.
 Second, and most notably, was the elaborate head dress that the figure wore. A bright red plume gave the individual stunning visibility. As they approached the side of the school, and came into view of the seething horde of humanity, a large tan coat could be made out, draped over the back and shoulders of the individual. With arms crossed, the person looked much like some outrageous Akihabara based rock act, especially with a necklace of what looked like bones covering the neck, and a crude namanari mask made of bone perched on the approacher's face. All in all, it heavily distracted from the school-bag and UA uniform the student wore.
 Just as the congregation of teachers would surely come to alarm at the masked figure's approach, as they rounded the corner of the building, the mask began to be removed. What was revealed was an individual with green hair and orange-yellow eyes, with black sclera.
 "Kemonohito Yaseishi," the student muttered, presenting the issued identification, and not making eye contact.

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 There was an acknowledging nod from the bespectacled man as the student passed into the secondary entry way. He had seen the students arriving, collecting in the alcove in front of the side door, veiled by the shadow in contrast to the reflections in the glass facade above. However, he did notice one particular young woman, whom he particularly remembered reviewing her application, beginning to walk away from the side entrance towards the soon-to-be-riot.
 Rolling his eyes, the man stepped forward, pulling the left side of his collar to his face, "Requesting violent protest suppression tactic Foxtrot 2," muttered the man, before perking up, and calling out in clear, well enunciated English, "Excuse me, Miss Lacara Hanazawa, correct? I'm sorry, but we must enter the school from the side entrance due to," he cleared his throat as he approached, nodding towards the crowd, "Obstructions."
 The man gave a calming smile, and extended a hand. He cleared his throat again, before scanning the horizon for any other approaching individuals, student or not, and removing his glasses to polish them against a cloth square in his breast pocket- red with black trim like his tie.
 "Now, if you'll pardon my intrusion, I am Mitsuhide Oyoshi, agent of the Japanese Government and teacher of 'Heroic Ethics' at UA," he continued, this time in his native Japanese, but with a very reassuring tone, "I apologize ever so much for approaching you in such a way, but we really mustn't keep the others waiting, Hayazawa Lacara-san. Please, come with me, so you may be properly accommodated."
 Despite his placid demeanor, he was sweating a little on the inside. He was well aware of this girl's Quirk from the application paperworl, and the embers and steam from a ruined heat-resistant uniform blazer showed that she was greatly displeased. Convincing the Government to allow Lacara anywhere near the school had taken long hours and even more paperwork. His thumb still had a cramp from the myriad of notations he had had to make in order to get this class up and running this year.

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 The formerly masked figure began to remove the rather garish, dramatic dress that was worn, and fold it up in itself, tucking it behind a schoolbag. With the mask removed, rolled into the head-dress, and also put in the bag, the once mysterious figure leaned against the wall with a hair flip, arms folding once again. Now to wait- Basic, boring school stuff. With an impatient stillness, the individual pressed a black left shoe against the wall, propping the dark turquoise slacked knee out at an angle.


[System]
Character Sheet

Delia Lin

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Age
13
School Year
2nd (Middle School)
Height
160cm
Weight
50
Magic Color
Gold

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Appearance

Personality
No one would ever mistake Delia for being shy. She is loud, boisterous and has no concept of personal space. She loves games of all kinds, even willing to play pretend with the kids younger than her. Even though she soon outgrew the simplistic morals she got a lot of her ideals from Kamen Rider that she still keeps up with, enjoying the interesting insights she finds watching them.

Background
Delia had an average upbringing. Sure not everyone's grandpa was a Bruce Lee fanatic that lives with you, but besides that nothing out of the ordinary. Delia had friends, however they didn't survive the transition into middle school. Through her first year Delia tried her hand at almost all sport and art clubs at different times throughout the year. Soccer? She tried it, before she found the tennis club, which gave way to the archery club and so on so forth until she at some point was a member of every club.

This has given her a reputation as someone who lacks commitment, but that isn't really true. She is committed in her own way. Her goal is to better herself and as a testament to that the longest period of time she spent in a club was a tea ceremony one, wanting to train her self-control and patience. Delia still quit, but only because she felt that punishing herself in such a way was no longer helpful.

When it comes to academics she is average since she never tries to find the time to study, instead relying on her long term memory to have taken in all the information. This leaves some major holes in her knowledge where she isn't completely wrong, but only half right.

Powers
Card: X - Wheel of Fortune
Delia's affinity with The Wheel of Fortune manifests itself in a way similar to a casino. The lights, the colour, the sound and most of all, the money. Nothing encapsulates the fickleness and the cycling nature of Fortune better than these decadent halls. Wheel of Fortune is what creates and powers Delia's weapon, the Slot Machine Gun.

Skills
Delia doesn't maintain interest to be exemplary at any one skill, this has made her into a Jack of All Trades. The only thing she has stuck with is the martial arts taught by her grandpa which eventually evolved into her trying to learn Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do with mixed results, her kicks became amazing, but she could never punch all that well.

Weapons
 A seemingly cobbled together machine that can alter the power and amount of coins launched by the slot machine wheels on the side, the 777 Jackpot being the most powerful.

Equipment
An astounding about of arcade tokens instead of coins occupy her wallet, other than that she has a phone and a key to her house.

Other
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[User]
Miso City Outskirts - Kaname All Girls Academy

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Chapter 00 - House of Cards

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The ringing bell and reddening sky announced the end of yet another school day at Kaname Academy. The students who didn't have any other club or council activities to do, where mostly free until the dinner time and subsequent curfew and the ones that had something else to do, would probably be shackled for a couple extra hours at the most.

However, a certain group of girls had a whole different set of after-school activities to perform, even if they still weren't aware of that...

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Chinatsu Akane

"I knew that extra class wouldn't be easy, but the actual level is just insane. Is it because I'm a bishoujo heroine that I must struggle against such hardships?" A somewhat small glasses wearing girl, who usually was acknowledged as one of the Kaname Academy's poster-children when it comes to academic achievements, said to herself as she walked through the red-stained corridors of one of the school's trio of main buildings. Before long, she stopped dead in her tracks as a flabbergasted look found its way to her face.

"Wait a moment," the girl said, cocking her head pensively, "There's no prince on this story, so it means that I... unlocked the yuri route already? Ah~ if only they had a mismatched eyed imouto around here. That would literally make my day." The girl continued to talk to herself just as she finally arrived at her destination, a rather nondescript place that was otherwise known as the Student Council Room. Truth be said, the girl was as much a member of the faction dedicated to uphold morals and zeal for the students well-being as she was of any other clubs. Nevertheless, she made a habit of coming to this place pretty much everyday during both lunch and after school, if for no other reason, just to have some of the high-grade tea and snacks that they had.

Actually, there was also the fact that at least one member of council shared a very peculiar secret with the girl. And this member was no one other than the President herself, the very same person that was already there, standing in the desolate room.

"Yo, Kuro-shin! Is everything going well?" The girl greeted the Student Council President just as she trespassed into the room without any reservation and darted straight to the refreshments table. "Am I too early? Usually this place has more people around this time." She wondered out loud, before saying a small 'itadakimasu' under her breath and proceeding to down a couple cookies before she poured some tea for herself. "Actually, that's good, 'cause I'm not here just to have some snacks today. I came to ask if you are feeling it too? That sense of inquietude, as if the very atmosphere is shaking with power? I can bet all my lunch money that something is about to happen. Something that will change our lives forever and I'm not talking about the mid terms. Actually, Owari-san must have felt it too and I bet that she'll drop by anytime." The girl said pretty much all of that in one go, before gulping down a cup of tea and immediately going for a refill.

"So, while we wait for her, what do you say of telling me what kind of tea is this? 'cause it certainly doesn't taste like something that you can buy with the budget that your club has." After saying all that she had to, the girl fell silent, waiting for Reika's reply, while partaking of even more of the Council's five-star treats.

[Assistant]
Kabeyama Chikage

"Are you ready? Please make sure to steer this away from any walls!"

It was sometime during the afternoon and Chikage was on her way back home. She took her usual route: A fairly empty street that went down a steep hill, crossing a railroad track, going over a bridge, and then it was a five minute bike to an apartment complex. Her home. Not her family's home, but the one she lived in with a couple of other girls. They were also daughters of those who worked for Chikage's family. Her home was a bit too far away to walk, and she didn't know how to drive, and so she was sent to live with the other girls. They were nice enough, though they don't really interact with one another.

Chikage would have already been home if she didn't come across an old man and his truck. He came back from a fishing trip it seems, but his truck also broke down. It was a shame, too, because there was a car shop just up the hill. Not one to leave her elders in distress Chikage offered her assistance. Of course the old man didn't think she could help, but she wasn't exactly a soft and pretty flower. The old man put his truck into neutral while Chikage used her strength to push the truck up the hill. For any other girl this would be a foolish, if not suicidal thing to do. But for Chikage it was a good workout. "Doriyaaaaaaaaah!"

Panting for breath the old man started looking through his wallet as his truck was being taken inside the garage. Chikage reached out and clasped her hand around the old man's. "It's okay, Jiisan. I had to help." The old man wouldn't relent however, demanding he pay back Chikage somehow. So he gave her some saury. Three fishes wrapped in newspaper inside a paper bag. Chikage wasn't really certain if she could accept this either, but the old man wouldn't let her go unless she took it. Giving him a wry smile she thanked him for the gift, got back on her bike, and headed back home.

"I'm home." Slamming the door shut it didn't look like anyone was home at the moment. No sound of the TV being watched, no water flowing, no footsteps. Chikage went straight to her room and dropped off her school supplies first before heading to the kitchen. She needed to figure out how to cook saury. "You usually just grill them, right...?" Taking out her phone Chikage looked up a guide for cooking saury for dinner.

[User]
Yukimura Chiharu

The brown-haired girl didn't speak to anyone. Even her friends didn't receive much today. In truth, Chiharu didn't want to talk to anyone today. Seeing those who went to their clubs after classes had made her feel... well, it wasn't as if anyone would want her in a club, would they? No-one would. So there was no point in trying to sign up for one, even if she felt no small amount of longing to join one of them. She didn't have any skills they'd find useful or interesting... And so Chiharu wanted to go home. Maybe she could read her new volume of Buster Climax. Sumiko had just blown up the Arch-King's walking fortress, things were getting really good... maybe she could try that new recipe, too... It wasn't as if anyone wanted her here, so she should just get home as soon as possible.

Quietly, Chiharu made her way towards the lockers, getting out her shoes. To say the least, there was nothing for her to do here right now. Idly, her mind wandered to other subjects. What if... what if she actually was able to help people? Like the protagonists out of one of her favorite manga. What if she could do something like that? The idea of it at once filled her with excitement and crushing disappointment. It would be amazing, yes... But that kind of thing was impossible. Chiharu quietly changed her shoes and rose to her feet.

She had to get home, and stop thinking about ridiculous things.

[Assistant]
Reiko Kimura
"Reiko!" A student called. She ran towards one specific table where another weary-looking girl sat. "Wanna go out with us tonight?"

The weary girl looked up in surprise. She had just finished packing her things and she looked like she was about to leave.

"Ah! Um, I was going to go to the library to study..." She stammered out, "I'm falling a little behind on my homework so I need to catch up..."

"You could always borrow just copy mine you know," The other student said with a huff. "It's not like sensei woould notice."

"But I'd feel guilty..." She replied "I can't just steal someone else's work..."

The other student looked at her for a second and let out a resigned sigh.

"Alright... I guess we'll have to go without you." She said. She turned and exited the classroom, while Reiko stared down at her desk for a while.

She always had a hard time keeping friends. She could make them, and she would never treat them badly, it's just they'd eventually find out she never went anywhere with them. Of course, that was mostly the fault of... it. She reached into her pocket and pulled it out.

She never let the Hanged Man card out of her possession. A little pointless, because it always found its way into her hands anyway. The main reason she never went out with friends was that she was never sure what would happen if she did. There was the potential her black outs wouldn't be so benign if there were other people besides her family around, so she made sure to be cautious. Sometimes she would find herself drawing it out without meaning to and she would black out before she knew what had happened.

"I should get going, I suppose... She said, getting up for her chair.

At least she never really lied to her friends. She really was falling behind a little, and she really had been going to do homework. She would have taken the opportunity to copy her friend's work really, she really would've liked to go out with friends for once. But if she told them her real reason for not going, they definitely wouldn't believe her.

She wished there could be someone that would.

[User]
Delia was draped across her desk, dreaming of a world where she didn't have to get up early in the morning to be imprisoned in a room where she was babbled at. This earned her the ire of some teachers who tried to ambush her with questions. Delia managed to pick up enough context clues be right about 60-70% of the time, however that just made the teachers all that more confident.

Ughh! Why can't they just leave me alone! I'm right more often than wrong. Don't they get board! as the bell rang Delia was shocked out of her thoughts and was up and out of the classroom like a bolt of lightning before the teacher had a chance to yell at her. Unable to contain herself Delia laughed as she ran, almost falling down the stairs in her haste to get away from her prison.

Getting her things in order Delia burst out the school front door, but didn't particularly feel like going home. Pulling out her wallet Delia checked how many tokens she still had from yesterday.
Yes~! Another afternoon to hit the arcade~ and shot into town. Changing in a public restroom Delia exited now wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts instead of that insufferable uniform. Stopping by a vending machine, Delia grabbed a can of some foreign sounding passion fruit soft-drink to have on the way.

Entering the arcade Delia she let the sound block off the rest of the worlds and immersed herself in this little pocket of heaven. She noticed some students from school, but didn't call out to them. She was here to enjoy herself and play some games, not talk to others she knew only in passing. Heading to the back Delia found her favourite pinball machine and inserted a token, almost glad that pinball was going out of fashion leaving the machine all to herself. As she relaxed into a wide stance, Delia launched the ball a devilish grin on her face as she decided today was the day she beat her high score. Today's the day, I can feel it~! I will not panic on the multi-ball and be totally defensive this time!


[System]
Age: 19
Class: In between
Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: Easy going, lazy and spaced out most of the time, most would describe her as an airy girl, nice but a bit empty in the attic. Those are the people that have not seen her during the admittedly rare times she actually have to work as an exterminator/exorcist, where her ruthlessness can only be matched by the god her family enshrined and worshiped.

Biography: She lived, in an old seemingly destitute shrine, one that seemed to have stood there since time immemorial. It stood out against the drab cityscape, hemmed in by tall building. Oddly, it seemed to give out the air of standing defiantly against all change, instead of being dwarfed and overshadowed by the large buildings surrounding it.

Gretchen lived there for as long as she knew, where her mother worked odd jobs to keep them afloat, as the shrine's location sequestered in the backalleys of the city did not really attract much worshippers, or donations. Not to mention those who thought of them as hacks, liars, and swindlers.

Regardless, she learned of all her family's secrets, their legends and their techniques, of which she put to use in the very rare times someone needed a ghost exorcised, or a demon exterminated. Most of the time however, she was working part time jobs to make ends meet. Until all hell broke loose that was.

Notable Skills: Talisman making, consecrating items, constructions of barriers, Ie. basically everything a shrine maiden/ommyouji should know.

Equipment: Japanese sword, in lacquered wood mountings, that denies the unnatural and accepts the natural, a shitton of paper talismans, a shitton of paper to make paper talismans, consecrated extermination throwing needles, an old 9mm pistol for self defense against mundane things like thugs.

[User]
Zaphiel
Port, Capitol City

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With Rome being along the Tiber, it was the natural choice to use the Capitols port as the Church's main staging ground. Already, they had begun fortifying several blocks worth of defensive lines around it. A General Staff of humans and a small cadre of angels were setting up a Headquarters to allow her to monitor the city. No Demons had reached them yet, but already vanguard units sent deeper into the city encountered some small class scum. Imps and the like -nothing a well trained human couldn't handle- but just a sample of what was to come.

With her forces preparing and evacuating refugees, she took a look up toward the sky from her Battleship. A trickle of Angels were descending down to make battle with the various demons moving about the city. She wondered if this was a vanguard, or if Heaven's General, Achilles, had decided to wait before moving. Zaphiel had a feeling she would find out soon enough. The evil cloud Balthazar had transformed into was causing them to go around it and land, stalling their progress significantly. Worrying.

The Capitols heart, the downtown, was first to fall. It was only natural, Zaphiel supposed. As Demons they wouldn't need to bother with the outskirts, and they would have the ability to spread their slaughter across the city in every direction. The flood of refugees exiting the city as quickly as possible was getting larger every possible moment. But with this limited human infrastructure, most of them would certainly die to the demons fanning out in every direction.

It was unfortunate, but she'd have to prioritize saving what lives she could over pushing the city center.

For now, anyway.

[Assistant]
Little Trouble in Capitol CitySomewhere bordering the Slums and Downtown...

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"DESTROY-KILL THESE RIDICULOUS THINGS ALREADY. DO YOU WANT TO BE TURNED INTO TONIGHT'S SLOP, YOU USELESS MAGGOTS?" A captain in the demonic forces assaulting Capitol City was shouting over the madness that was Cordial Avenue. Blood, smoke and the thick smell of sulfur filled the air. Through the flashes of action visible in the chaos, any passerbys would probably think they had lost their mind watching the scene before them.

A band of warrior demons stood on an island of cars in the middle of the street, fighting an enemy that surrounded them from every direction. None of them were uninjured.

And all of them were fighting nothing.

Or, at first it seemed like they were fighting nothing. After all, there's no way that the teeming mass in front of them could possibly be real. Their eyes had to be playing tricks on them. There's no way the demons were actually fighting a sea of living, seeing eggs. Eggs that walked, and charged forwards with eyes filled with the hatred of a thousand years.

"YAARGH-" A demon's vicious warcry is cut short as he collapses, blood pouring from every hole on his body, bruises manifesting on every inch of exposed skin as his internal organs are eviscerated by fel sorcery.

"SCREW ALL OF THIS. WHAT THE <HELL> IS GOING ON IN THIS CITY!" Screaming in futile anger at the cruelty of god, the demons mount a massive counterattack, cutting their way through as many Bad Eggs as they could reach. But with each egg slain, the pain they felt all over their bodies increased.

It was a simple spell. A weak, sympathetic curse inscribed into each egg that shared a minuscule amount of the damage dealt to them with whoever inflicted it. Against the demons, who were far more powerful than them, the effects were hardly noticeable from killing one egg. But killing hundreds... cut by cut, the demons were weakening, being overcome by the tide of minions that seemed to have arisen from the very ground itself.

But the eggs, in their incredible weakness, could not last forever. Numerous as they were, their numbers were being culled at an incredible rate, and by the time a fourth of the demons had collapsed, more than eighty percent of the attacking Bad Eggs were dead. It was no great loss. The eggs' master knew a local farmer, and purchased the eggs in bulk whenever she got a chance. The eggs lost in this battle alone could be replenished in one or two nights time, easily.

"REND AND TEAR! WATCH YOUR FOOTING, BOYS. THE DEATHS OF OUR ENEMIES TURNS THE EARTH TO BLOOD AND YOLK. THEY INTEND TO TRAP US HERE, SO WE CANNOT SLAY THE INNOCENTS THEY PROTECT." Watching their feet as they advance, the demonic forces wade through the sea of eggy death, blades and claws flashing as they begin cleaning up the last of the surviving minions. It was at this point that they hear a voice from above, and realize the depth of their folly.

"My my, you've sure made a mess of my dear, cute minions..." A musing, womanly voice rings across the street, drowning out all other sound through its sheer incongruity amidst the chaos of war. "WHAT-" starts the demon noble, slowly looking upwards to where the voice was originating from.

"I just have one question for you, demons" - visible now against the blue sky, wreathed in the fumes of war rising up from below, was a figure perched atop a broom. She looks down on the demons, her disgusted expression clearly regarding them as worms crawling in the earth beneath her feet.

"Where do you think you're looking?"

It's only logical that they didn't notice until now. With the innumerable light sources, and the smoke from the many fires, the objects they saw now floating above them left no noticeable shadows. They only could have seen them if they had removed their eyes from the enemies on the ground, a mistake that would have probably cost them their life. Not that it would have made any difference, considering their life was about to be at an end anyways.

The effects of the fairy dust generated from Faera Luna runs out, and the two story complex of flats that had been levitated using its power begin to fall, directly towards the demon's heads. They couldn't escape, encircled as they were by the witch's legion of familiars.

"DAMN YOU, WITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-" Their dying curse was cut short as 70 tons of brick and concrete crushed them effortlessly against the sidewalk, destroying half of the remaining Bad Eggs in the process. Dust and debris fills the air, but thankfully the fall had been short enough that the destruction was more or less contained to the roadway.

Silence. Battle raged on along Cordial Avenue no longer, leaving a strange emptyness in the air, punctuated only by the distant sounds of further battle in some distant, connecting side street. The civilians stood by in awe and wonder, not exactly sure if they should be celebrating or cowering in fear of this new individual.

She circles down on her broom, surveying the carnage. "So many young eggs... what a waste. Ah well, lets see if we can do some good, I suppose!" She approaches the civilians, hovering a few feet from the ground. "Afternoon's greetings, people of Capitol City. As you can see, it seems there's a demon invasion of some sort going on. If you don't want to die, I'd suggest following this avenue westbound until Oak Street and heading into house number four-six-five-five. There's a safehouse there, that you might find refuge in until we can find a way for you to get out of the city."

The shell-shocked civilians just nod quietly and group up, meekly heading in the direction indicated by the strange young witch who had saved them. They were followed from a short distance by a few Bad Eggs, who would ensure their safe passage even if it killed them. That was their fate, after all.

Meanwhile, Margaret (for that was who it was) turns back to the devastation of the roadway she had just destroyed. "Hmm, maybe two stories was a bit much. It's not my fault though, it was hard enough to find a household in this part of the city that wasn't inhabited by one sort of refugees or another."

"Hm?" Perking up, Margaret turns over to a Bad Egg staring at her from a nearby rooftop. Flying over, she places her hand on its head, receiving its thoughts as a message.

A young girl in red and white? Wielding a strange power? Interesting...

After thanking it for its message, the Great Witch makes her way by air over to where she knew the young egg had been posted. Thanks to the swiftness of air travel in this dense, urban environment, it was no time before she caught up with the subject of her search. She composes herself, before calling out below.

"Why hello there, young maid. Your fair skin is a welcome escape from those silly little things setting fire to the city. What brings you to these troubled parts, if I might ask? Speak your noble purpose, and perhaps I may be of some assistance..."

NOBLE PURPOSE. Unable to contain her amusement at the circumstances, Margaret raises her hand to her mouth and begins to cackle madly, staring at the blue sky above as if in challenge. But what was she challenging? Only she could understand the meaning behind her laughter, so to all else present, it would seem like nothing more than madness.

And, she thinks to herself as she begins to settle down, perhaps it was madness. She didn't know for sure.

But that was fine.

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Downtown, Capitol City

"Perfect", Balthazar mused to himself while watching the world below crumble. The sight was a dream come true, the way street after street went up in a blaze, the way body parts littered the sidewalks. Yes, his army was doing just fine, at least, for the most part.

Over in the direction of the slums, Balthazar noticed a most peculiar sight, little eggs somehow causing one of his platoons quite a bit of damage. It was quite humorous to be honest. He actually began silently rooting for the little buggers. If he had a face to speak of at the time, surely it would have had the largest of grins. That is, until an old hag of a witch showed up...

Sure, to the naked eye, she hid well behind the magical guise of youth, but the smell of her soul gave her away. It's putrid stench spoke of many hundreds of years, at the least. "Keeping a soul contained within a mortal body for that long cannot be good." Balthazar joked to himself, "It would be much more useful in my collection."

His thoughts were interrupted as he began to take notice of the massive influx of angels beginning to come down and all around. To make matters more interesting, he could feel the distinct aura of a very powerful divine angel in the distance, lurking on the edge of the city.

"The true battle is about to begin." A fresh wave of excitement began to consume Balthazar. This was nothing like the "show" he had been putting on for his demon army earlier. No, this was genuine. As he reveled in this emotion, an interesting side effect started to emerge. A strange fog began to descend from the massive cloud that served as his body. This fog was a deep gray, comparable to the worst city smog imaginable. The air was becoming increasingly treacherous to inhale for those without demon blood, burning at the lungs.

But for the demon army, this fog had quite the opposite effect. Their blood lust seemed to be rising along with their strength and durability. Demons thought to be dead began to crawl out from beneath massive piles of rubble, their limbs snapping into place, their cuts disappearing at an alarming rate.

Phase two of Balthazar's plans were already underway...

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Back alley slums -> Downtown, Capitol City

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"Why hello there, young maid."

Not too long after Gretchen went to look for the source of the demons, what seemed to be... a witch, judging from the magic she could sense in them, accosted her.

"Your fair skin is a welcome escape from those silly little things setting fire to the city. What brings you to these troubled parts, if I might ask? Speak your noble purpose, and perhaps I may be of some assistance..."

She started cackling all of a sudden, causing Gretchen to bristle in annoyance. Was she here to laugh at her? Fight her? Was she the cause of the demon outbreak, and she was just here to gloat at her?

Gretchen turned towards the flying witch, her left hand touching the sword by her side gently.

"You. I don't suppose you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a fel fog descended upon the area, permeating the air with the foul stench of demonic magic. However, the fog swirled around her, as if unwilling to even go near her, leaving a bubble of demon free air. Gretchen looked visibly displeased by now, as she took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. The fog would have affected the witch as well, thus scratching her off the list of suspect.

"Ahh! This is annoying!"

Taking out several paper talismans, she placed them in four corners of her current area, before activating the barrier. All of a sudden, a small section of the street they were in cleared of any fog, clearing up visibility. Fog roiled against an invisible wall, unable to permeate the sanctified, if admittedly kinda small space.

"You. I assume you're here because of the demons as well?"


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Vena said to post my CS in this tab. Yay!
Age: 8 years
Gender: female
Race: half-Ydran

Appearance: Amuné looks like a normal Muran child at first glance. It is only at closer examination that hints of her Ydran parentage. She is on the smaller side, lacking the slight chubbiness of most younglings. Her features have a sharp cast, though her ears are not so pointed that she cannot pass for Muran. Her coloring is washed out, with pale mousy hair cut a little past her jawline and light grey eyes. At the moment, her clothes are ragged and stained, her hair untidy and her face splotched with grime. She travels in the company of Wyth, a large moorcat. a younger version of Amuné

Element Affinity: Luminous (Seer)
Gear: Amuné has next to nothing in the way of possessions.

Brief History: Amuné's parents met by chance as teenagers when Baldur's tribe passed near Amira's village. Amira, who was studying to be a midwife and herbalist under the elderly village healer, came across him and a few others while out gathering plants. She had seen Ydra only rarely, as they didn't often come to her town, and she was fascinated by them and their animals. Baldur found her bold curiosity cute, and he enjoyed the energetic company of someone that wasn't from his people. They quickly became friends, and over the following few years, Baldur would make excuses to go off on his own to see her whenever his travels brought him within a day's travel. Eventually romance blossomed, and a tumble in the woods lead to a child. Baldur had moved on by the time Amira found out she was pregnant, but when he received word following Amuné's birth, he went to join her in the town. He was met with some suspicion by the villagers, as they had limited contact with Ydrans. This never completely went away, but his bright personality smoothed things over for the most part.

The pair were both Magi. Amira had minor skill with healing, and Baldur was a talented Air Magus. He also had a knack for woodwork and other small crafts, and his toys and kites became popular with the village children. Amuné was not formally acknowledged as his, as Amira realized this would make life easier for the child, and the girl had enough difficulty already. Even as a baby, the girl was a bit odd. She would react oddly to what appeared to be nothing at all, and at times her mood would change for no apparent reason. On occasion she was even afflicted with fits where she would not respond to those around her, instead focusing on something only she perceived and saying things that made no sense. Eventually it became evident that, among other things, she seemed to know the outcome of calls for her mother's services as a midwife before Amira returned home. Baldur realized his daughter had an unusual gift indeed: Sight. He'd heard of the occasional Seer but never met one. By this time technology was taking hold, and there was talk of the decline of magic, and the start of tension between Magi and non-Magi. As the victim of low level xenophobia himself, Baldur realized that her power could easily be viewed with suspicion, and imparted to Amuné the importance of keeping it to herself. She took his advice to heart, but cannot always control her visions, nor what she says during them, and there were at least a small number of villagers that figured out she had magic of some sort.

Life was good for the most part, but when the Church of the Nine Saints turned to technology and tensions erupted, as both a Magus and an outsider Baldur fell under increasing scrutiny. The townsfolk didn't mind Amira, for though she was a Magus she was one of their own, and a healer besides, but became more hostile towards Baldur, accusing him of stealing power from their Demacite crystals to use, even though he had all but stopped using his magic. The pair discussed leaving town, but Amira had spent all her life there, and while she was curious about outsiders the thought of leaving everyone she knew terrified her, and she couldn't bring herself to agree. The ill temper and seething discontent encouraged by the Church erupted one evening, and a mob came to kick Baldur out of their village. Amuné was outside playing, and she retreated to her father's side as the villagers confronted him. Baldur ordered Wyth to sit, so the cat wouldn't seem to be aggressive, and tried to talk them down and reassure them that he was not trying to cause harm to anyone. They didn't listen, and when a man who shoved Baldur brushed against Amuné as well, it triggered a vision for her. She said only "the village will be in flames", but that was enough for the riled-up townsfolk. They tried to grab both her and her father, over Amira's protests. With his daughter in danger, the generally gentle Baldur tried to fight off those going after her, using fists and his magic. He was not a strong man, and hadn't needed to defend himself in years -- not since he'd come to live in the village. Wyth made a better accounting of himself, but there were too many for a single cat, however fierce, to fight off. Baldur's aim was to take Amuné and Amira, if the woman would come, and flee, but he was unable to break away from the attackers. Following a solid stab to his hip and one to his shoulder, he told Wyth to take Amuné and run. The last she saw of her parents was her mother trying desperately to reach her fallen father as the mob turned on the woman as well.

Additional info: Frightened by the events immediately preceding her leaving her home, Amuné is more withdrawn than she was growing up.

Name: Wyth
Age: 10 years
Gender: male
Race: moorcat

Appearance: Wyth has an appearance typical to moorcats. He is a large feline, standing nearly two and a half feet at the shoulder, with a thick, slightly shaggy coat of mottled gray and brown, with a lighter gray and cream underbelly. His paws are proportionally larger, to help distribute his weight on the often sodden and muddy ground of the moors and marshland. His eyes are pale green, on the yellower side of the hue.

Brief History: Wyth was the kit of another moorcat owned by a member of Baldur's community. He imprinted on Baldur as a kitten, and has accompanied the man ever since. When Baldur fell for Amira and eventually went to live in her village, Wyth joined them. The moorcat is very fond of their daughter, Amuné, and treats her like he might a kitten.

Additional info: Originally the companion of Amuné's father, he now stays with her and guards her.

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A ways from the campsite

Amuné slept with her head on Wyth's stomach. The first thing she did upon waking in the morning was check on Ethan. The man seemed to be doing better, and she gave a sigh of relief. He was going to be okay. Still, he needed his rest and when Nymira wanted to wake him up the girl got in her way. "He needs sleep so he can get better!" she told the Dimuran, frowning up at her. "We're not in a hurry, so let him sleep." Amuné settled in to wait quietly, occupying herself by watching clouds pass.

It was some time later when Ethan finally woke. Amuné gave him a smile and a hug, ignoring his still-damp clothing. "I'm glad you're better," she told him. The little exchange between Ethan and Nymira confused her. The man wasn't stripping, was he, he was just taking off his shirt, and that was okay. If he'd gone for his belt she would have turned around because girls aren't supposed to see boys with their pants off.

It seemed they were going to head back to camp. Amuné hoped the bad Magi had left everything alone -- especially Jorvind and the other horse, and her medical supplies. When Ethan staggered she was at his side right away, but he seemed to be alright and waved her off. She looked at Cecil when Ethan asked the Machina how he was doing. She hoped he was doing better too.

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Cecil had acted like he was completely gone for a very long time, his energy levels being kept at a near minimum as he remained in sleep mode. He was non-responsive for the entire time with the only movement he ever gave was the occasional flick of his finger in response to noise. He could feel nothing during his sleep mode and even as the sun hit him for the first time as it rose beyond the horizon he didn't so much as make a move to show he was still functioning. To him all he could feel was the surrounding environment, whether there was any danger and depending on how deep his sleep mode was he could react; thankfully, nothing happened to pull him out of it with little danger that he would act out of character and try hurting those around him.

As everyone was starting to wake up it wasn't long into the day that Cecil started to power up again, coming out of his stillness and into reality again he slowly sat up but kept quiet, staring out into nothing for a good moment he soon started moving if only to hold his legs close to his chest. He still had the same thought process as he had during the night, but he was trying to get his mind around his purpose while also trying to forget about it and just to keep going. His goal was to keep going and he had to, even if it was going to be difficult.

As everyone was waiting around for Ethan he sat quietly by himself, taking in whatever he could to feel more energised. He had a variety of ways to restore power, his last battery was just too far gone for that. He really had to think about what happened there. If they really intended for him to be a combat Machina, his previous battery's life must've been only to last a short while as if they never intended for him to be running for so long or for him to have massive bursts of energy immediately after production only for them to take him away again and do it all over. It made him feel worried about his purpose, even if he didn't fully know what that meant.

Sitting by himself he didn't hear Ethan approach at first, his eyes only going up to him as he heard him speak about his battery. Looking up to him briefly he soon looked down again, rubbing his chest before he sighed. "A little, I mean…umm…" he paused before frowning, his eyes going to the ground before up to Amuné. Everything seemed to be okay with everyone, only problem was they were still missing everything they had bought. Looking down again he soon looked up to Ethan, smiling a little. "I'll be okay. I just need a little bit to get back to a better level. Norman's new battery is really great, but its recharge is still a little slow at this time in the day. I'll be better by sundown".

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"Heh, you and me both Amuné, being sick always stinks," Ethan said with a weary smile. Deciding he should at least rid himself of his wet coat he slid that off and left only the tunic beneath remaining, tying the sleeves of the coat around his waist. He knew he'd remain ill if he didn't dry off, and having a cool night in damp grass didn't help him dry any. Once the sun was up and the temperature rose he should be fine, it just meant this morning was going to be a little miserable. It'd get better though, especially once they got their things back! Even if the two Magi had really gone all out there was no way they had washed everything away, right? Ethan's biggest concern was the horses, which given everything that had gone on they were probably long gone by now. If they found everything would they even be able to move it without the horses?

No, he couldn't imagine so, but he couldn't let himself get so negative either. The tent and sleeping rolls were luxuries, they could do without those. Cecil's parts and tools they needed, they could find a way to carry them if need be, and they would figure out something for the medicine and other bits they needed to keep. Before they could return to camp though it was only fitting they make sure everyone was good to travel, leaving Cecil as the last one to check on. "Sundown huh?" Ethan repeated, considering it for a moment before smiling, "Not a problem! Just take it easy until then and let us handle things, it's only fair you get to rest now anyways for everything you did yesterday." He'd more or less saved them, it wasn't too far a stretch to say he'd earned a day off then.

Heading back to camp was a bit daunting if only because no one knew what they might find. Would everything they owned be washed away and gone, would there be anything even useful left? Even Ethan with his generally optimistic outlook wasn't sure, expecting perhaps a worst case. When they crested the hill and came down the embankment not only to find their camp intact, but the horses somehow tied up nearby looking spooked but fine it was both a confusing and relieving sight. Scratching his head in confusion he walked down to examine the tent, finding the sand beneath his feet still wet as it sloshed and sunk under his weight. Poking his head inside the tent it was nice to find their items still inside and undisturbed, apparently neither of the Magi were into looting. Their cart had been down the shore too and appeared turned over, so that was a little worrisome. "Hey Nymira, give me a hand with the cart for a second?" Ethan asked as he stepped out, gesturing down to the vehicle in question.

Her do the work that hired help normally would? A little demeaning really, Nymira would like to say make Cecil do it instead and she couldn't be bothered. Yet given how tired the Machina was she doubted he could do it, and she certainly couldn't expect Amuné to be able to do it. "Very well, I imagine you can't do it on your own," the Dimuran commented as she moved to the cart, peering around the turned over vehicle to see what was inside. Most everything looked to be there, with their medicines packed away in a container presumably and the rations they had bought there as well, albeit now dirty and soaked. So food would be an issue, other than that they should be fine. Waiting for Ethan to get over she squatted down and grabbed hold of the wall in the dirt, and on the count of three lifted it up out of the mud. "There... I'm amazed at our luck, that everything should still be here..." Including their horses which were tied up, confusing especially since the only ones here were the two Magi. Why would one of them get these horses back for them?

[Assistant]
Amuné gave Cecil a relieved smile when he said he was doing okay. Him not being at 100% until sundown was unfortunate, but after that huge burst of magic the day before she could understand it. He'd really been amazing, taking care of that giant monster all on his own. "You take it easy if you need to so you can get all the way better," she said, nodding. When he was up and they were all starting back to their abandoned camp, the girl took one of Cecil's hands, and held the other out for Ethan to take, giving each of them a smile.

Coming over the hill, she saw that while it looked like the place had been soaked, everything was more or less in one piece. Amuné dashed down to the tent, to look inside. Things seemed okay, so she grabbed her shoes and hurried over to the cart, waiting impatiently while the two adults flipped it back over. Once she could get at the packs she looked through them, intent on finding the med kit. It was there, thank the Saints, and she breathed a sigh of relief. With all the trouble they seemed to run into, it was important to have supplies for first aid.

Amuné was also glad to see Jorvind and the other horse still there, though that puzzled her a bit. Hadn't they been loose during the night? How'd they end up tied up and not run off somewhere? The girl didn't have a good answer, so she turned her thoughts to other things as she helped clean mud off the cart and get everything ready to set out again.


[System]
Appearance: She is a tall, attractive woman standing 5'10, her body toned and in shape from years of intense physical activity. Her most striking feature is her violet eyes which stand out greatly from her light red skin coloration. Like others of her species she possesses a row of shorter dark horns, almost in a crown pattern along the top of her forehead. Her face is also tattooed, the tattoos holding great meaning to her.
Age: 23

Planet of Birth: Coruscant

Species: Zabrak

Skills/Abilities:
- Hand to hand combat: Vixai is quite skilled in fight with her hands, though she prefers not to fight at all when given the option. Nevertheless she is able to take down an opponent with an array of moves such as grapples, kicks and sweeps.
- Espionage: She is first and foremost a spy, not a soldier, a sneaky spy. Vixai considers herself on of the best in the galaxy and she is not entirely wrong with this line of thought. She is extremely skilled at usage of disguises and crossing enemy lines, her true identity hidden completely.
- Charismatic: She is skilled with her words and is quite often able to coerce others into revealing important information.
- Hacking: Vixai is very skilled with computers and is able to hack them through experience and careful learning.
- Observationist: Vixai has very keen senses and is able to collect information very easily. Her observation skills are top notch. When need be she can blend into a crowd.
- Multilingualism: Vixai is fluent in Galactic Standard, Huttese and Twi'leki.

Equipment:
- KYD-21 blaster pistol
- Vibroknife
- Padded full body jumpsuit
- Computer spikes
- Fibercord grappling hook with a wrist mounted launcher

Personality:
Vixai is extremely quiet and observant, one that rarely starts conversations in casual settings. On missions she is more open depending on the mission, but naturally she is very quiet. Patient to a dot Vixai does not rush anything, taking things at her own pace. She is a very careful person that always thinks of the possible consequences of her actions before she takes them.

She is self reliant and does not trust others with much ease, even in her childhood she did not have many friends, she is used to working on her own and prefers it. It is odd of her to actually have joined the Rebel Cell on Coruscant but it was a partership of positivity to her, partly due to it forming right in her back yard. Truthfully she does not care for the Rebellion but rather wants to see the Empire pushed back.

History:
Born in the seedy underlevels of Coruscant as the only child of two lower class parents, Vixai spent much of her younger years on the streets so she can be considered an expert on life in the undercity. From the start she was watchful of everyone around her, having grown up practically next to murderers, thugs, extortionists and all kinds of criminal filth. She only trusted herself and it served her well as many of her friends from her childhood died far too young in the brutal undercity.

She got her start as a spy in her teenage years. Her expertise was gathering and then trading of information which routinely earned her a constant and livable amount of credits. Vixai briefly entertained moving somewhere nicer, where she wasn't as likely to get shot in the back, but squashed those thoughts as she realized her gift as a spy would be best used in the seedy underworld.

Some time later after she ended up entwined with the Rebellion, while not particularly caring for their plight as a whole she was interested in booting the Empire out of her home.

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Underneath the high rising towers and Imperial insignias and skylines of polished metal shining in the sun, and far beyond the reach of glistening coins of sunlight or the whisper of the wind, to the place beyond the bustling streets of the residential levels, the among streets pressed upon by the oppressing factory heat: angry shouts, hoarse whispers, salesmen peddling their wares, arms dealers, deathstick dealers, harsh glances, swift hands, sultry frames, hidden knives, informants selling every kind of secret, memory wipers, body disposers, cheap jobs, oppressive tight corridors, it was an ecosystem all to itself breathing, self aware and adapting. Somewhere far above the sound of speeders rumbled as the air was filled with a constant barrage of noise, stimulus on the brain always turning and thinking. The glitter of fluids of indiscernible origin shining across crowded walkways light by harsh neon lights. The electric buzz of cameras, and scantly clad projections of females of various races all beckoning for the wanders of the street to enter. Even though far above night had fallen on the ecumenopolis down below the glow of lights give the undercity an event present glow of twilight. City built upon city, building atop of building, and ruin atop of ruin. Coruscant was alive and covered with trembling shadows.

Sandwiched among the crowded tenant buildings, flashing signs and rundown factories, the indistinct little bar sat seemingly at the end of the world. The Royal Bantha was what some people would call a local landmark, the haunt for thugs, gangsters, workers, prostitutes, dealers, buyers and anyone looking for a strong drink. Almost permanently covered in a smoke like haze, with the distinct yeast like smell of wet bodies. The moisture coming from the collective drippings and heat the rises and falls from the myraid of factories in the area leaving the outside in ap perpetual state of dampness. In the corner a rhythm band lead by a Hapan male pounding away on a big drum as sweet poured down from his angualr face. The many voices mixing with the drum beat to create an indiscernible rytheme that was the beating heart that kept the Bantha a foot. More importantly like most places in the undercity the Bantha was not that particularity found of their Imperial oppressors. While on the outside things might of looked the same on the inside the authoritative regime had slowly squeezed the lower levels of Coruscant dry with their security forces and newly enacted laws, curfews and security checkpoints. It was here that it was that those would opposed should rule could speak their mind freely without free of somebody reporting them to the Security Bureau to get interrogated or worse.

It was for this reason that in one of the Bantha's many backrooms two individuals talked to one another causally as they waited. The Trandoshan was sitting at a long table, a LS-150 in pieces as he cleaned it almost absentmindedly his hands moving without thought as they knew the process by heart. His companion was a little more agitated pacing back and forth her entire figure screaming of worry as she mumbled to herself under her breath. The Trandoshan looked up from the table at her and called out to her shaking his head. "You know girl, pacing about like that isn't helping."

The Twi'lek turned her head toward the old lizard stopping in her tracks and she responded. "I'm not pacing, I'm just thinking, and worrying! But mostly thinking!" She muttered before she continued to pace the length of the private room, seemingly not noticing as the lizard rolled his eyes at her.

"Yes, and I'm the Queen of Naboo." He muttered sarcastically as a clawed hand tightened a screw on the trigger release. "They are going to show up, trust me."

"Really? Isn't that what you said about the last three groups? All of which backed down as soon as they realized how idiotic and suicidal this was?" The women responded as she completed another circuit around the room in her pacing.

"Nerfherders, All of them!" The old one replied reattaching the main cycling feed as he did. "I've got a good feeling about these ones, and beside who doesn't want to kill a few Imperials and get paid to do it?"

"Don't say that out loud! You don't know if they are monitoring this room!" The Twi'lek protested as she made another lap around the rooms outer edge. Her hands always at her blasters and never leaving them, just waiting for another group of imperial agents to bust down the door.

"Oh yes the Imperials are monitoring every poodoo invested hive in the damn undercity!" He muttered as he reached out for her as she came around once more his hand grabbing her arm as he roughly yanked her down into the chair next to him. Not waiting for the complaint to come he quickly pushed his drink over to her and shoved it into her hands. "Now drink and calm down girly."

She started to talk for a moment before finally giving up and sighing taking a huge swig of the lizard's drink. It tasted like hot fire as it ran down her throat, filling her insides with a peculiar warmth. "... You really think they are going to show up this time?"

"Yes."

"Do you think they were all able to decode the message?"

"Yes."

"Will they be able to find the right room?"

"Yes."

"Is this really all going to be worth it?"

"... I can't answer that one yet."

And so that is how our tale starts, with two individuals among the seedy underbelly of a living city. Soon the room would be filled with others as they found there way to the designated meeting place. It would be here that a band of thugs and misfits became something resembling a team, a family. It would be in that bar that the rebellion on Coruscant would make its first foothold.
~ Jedi Archivist Melanah Haerch

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Urgop gave a kick to the PLNK droid as he walked. That he was being forced to take the IMPERIAL SPY robot to this rendezvous was bad enough, but the fact that it wouldn't stop trying to tell him about it's day was far worse. "And so then I said, 'I think what you need is a replacement for your thermal exhaust valve', but he wouldn'--" he gave it another kick. If this was a sign of things to come... Urgop shuddered, the thought rolling around in his head.

After a few more brain-cell killing minutes, the pair had reached their destination: the run down and dingy bar known as 'The Royal Bantha'. Urgop reached into the sack hanging from his back, pulling a powerpack bomb from within. He set the timer for three hours, and concealed it amongst some rubbish at the entrance. If he wasn't out in time to defuse it... Well, then it would mean the site had been compromised, and that the detonation would do more bad than good.

"Oh neat, this is the meeting place for that rebe--" another swift kick shut Plasters up. "Yes, this is the place. Foolish spy droid." Urgop did not like speaking out loud, but he had to make sure the droid STAYED quiet. Moving inside, he made his way past several seedy figures. An angry looking wookiee, at least two Deathstick addicts high out of their skulls, and... There, the backroom that matched the description he had been given. Looking around with a paranoid gaze, he hurried in to see a Twi'lek and a Trandoshan chatting casually. Urgop stared for a moment, hoping to be sure these were the ones who hired him. His silent staring was interrupted, however, by another outburst from Plasters. "Are you the rebels?"

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A fairly tall young man was sitting at the bar in the front room of the Royal Bantha, sipping a glass of Gralish liqueur, amazed that such a low class bar would have such a rare drink. At first glance, he didn't look like someone who belonged there - too fancy for a dive like that. Purple dress tunic, black Lashaa silk waistcoat, matching black pants, monocle. He pulled a small PDA out of his pocket and checked the time, then quickly finished his drink and stood up. One minute past schedule - or, perfect timing, by his standards. He liked being slightly late - it gave him a slight edge in judging his company's characters.

He grabbed his coat and started walking towards the back rooms, keeping his eyes out for anybody who might try to pull a weapon on him, and keeping his hand on his own vibrodagger. He knocked on the door mentioned in the message with the other hand, loosening his dagger in its sheath a little bit more, then pushed the door open and stepped in.

A motley band of mismatched figures all were present - along with a droid. Clearly the group he intended to work with. He took a short bow before introducing himself with a smile.

"Ah, hello there. Arimax Lispat at your service."

[Assistant]
A Zabrak woman moved out of an alley beside the bar, her eyes scanning the area as she moved towards the entrance, a blaster slung noticeably on the belt of her jumpsuit. Vixai slid through the entrance, right before a group of humans moved inside. She sighed as she entered, remembering how much she truly hated places like this, too loud, too crowded, too many unnecesarily angry and shady beings trying to forget their lives through alcohol. She had never been a fan of the stuff, it messed with her work too much, she always needed to have her eyes open and on the prize.

As she glanced around the establishment she noticed two shady characters looking at her menicingly, she calmly moved her hand towards her belt and tapped the butt of her blaster. They would be foolish to try anything anyway, but it never hurt to let others know that you weren't a pushover ready to be jumped and taken who knows where. The two wisely looked away as Vixai walked towards the backrooms.

She was nervous about meeting the others, but she couldn't let that show, they were all hardened enough to take the job. While she would have rather worked alone, she would try to be friendly with them. Partly avoid getting shot in the back, though again she would never admit that either. The tall Zabrak girl found the door which would lead to the others, she carefully opened it after a deep breath.

"Um, hi, I'm Vixai." She said, in her usual quiet tone of speaking to the others as she entered the room, hoping she wasn't disturbing anything.


[System]
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Age: 29

Gender: Male

Persona: A man who lets his actions speak for him, Ashaad speaks very little and when he does it's for good reason. He prefers to work alone, an attitude the result of a sad past which he refuses to bring up. His solitary lifestyle has made him somewhat unable to empathize with others which causes him to come off as cold or cynical despite his true nature which is to free the oppressed from whatever torments them.

Kingdom: Ashaad hails from the desert region of the Earth Kingdom, a city called Qatar-Shan. However he does not call it home since he has not been there for quite some time. Instead he wanders the desert, wandering from one settlement to the next.

Equipment:

Abilities: Thanks to his upbringing Ashaad is quite proficient in maneuvering through cities. Either by rooftop or dashing through alleyways and crowded streets he is able to get to his destination in the fastest time possible. That combined with his ability to hide himself extremely well makes him a dangerous individual to be hunted by.

Post Example:
The sun was at its peak as Ashaad rose over the sand dune. Overlooking the small oasis village it was clear the sand raiders were still occupying the settlement. "It appears I've arrived just in time. The raiders seem to no longer enjoy the villagers' company", he thought as he lay prone in the sand. The villagers were being rounded up and the few that remained from the first attack were lined up to be executed. Ashaad had received word of this and had traveled there to lend aid...unfortunately for these people he was too late.

"On your knees!", the raider leader, Natarn, barked at his captives as they nervously stumbled into the village square. Awaiting them were twelve raiders with swords in hand readying themselves for a slaughter. "Kill the men first, the women will entertain us till their time comes", Natarn ordered with a sneer on his face as his men laughed menacingly for their commander. The first of the condemned were put to kneel in a row in front of their executioners, Natarn gave the order but before the first blade fell one of he raiders collapsed to the ground with a crimson mist sprinkling over his victim. The others stared for a moment in confusion as one of their own lay dead with a daggger planted in the back of his throat. They did not stay in such a state as one of them turned to their rear and pointed out a figure standing atop one of the sandstone homes. "Kill The bastard!", Natarn ordered and with some hesitation his raiders charged towards the home.

Ashaad stood deathly still as the men approached, he moved only when they were dirently below him in front of the house. In one swift movement he shot his arm forward and a rope dart flew from his grasp. It landed in the throat of a raider who was unfortunate enough to stare upwards at his opponent. Ashaad attached the rope dart to a hook and leaped from the building, acting as a counter weight Assay hung the now dead raider from his throat upon the wall of the building. He now stood between the raiders and the villagers, just as he intended but now he had to take into effect the possibility that one could circle around and try to hold one of them by knifepoint. The now eleven raiders glanced at another dead comrade for a moment before once again charging the nomad.

When the sands settled twelve sand raiders lay dead on the ground with te leader bleeding amongst his men. Natarn tried desperately to crawl away towards a nearby sword but before he could grip it a foot came down upon the hilt. Next came a kick which flipped him on his back, there the man experienced his final moments as Ashaad would hear his last words. "Damn you, demon! I curse the whore who birthed you!", Natarn howled as blood flowed from th corners of his mouth. Ashaad unsheathed his dagger and held it against Natarn's throat. "Wait! Mercy! I beg you, mercy!", the raider pleaded with eyes full of fear. Ashaad lowered the bottom half of his balaclava to reveal a face cursed with a grisly scar upon his right cheek. Natarn stared silently in fear as Ashaad moved his lips to speak, "So quick to hurl insults, but when faced with death you plead for mercy"

"Wait! No I'm sor-!", before Natarn could finish the dagger sliced open his throat allowing blood to spray onto Ashaad's face. The nomad stood to face the now free villagers who approached cautiously as Ashaad wiped the lood from his face. One of them, the village elder, spoke first, "Thank you, we owe you our lives but we have very little money to give yo-"

"Did I ask for money? You have horses. I need only one"

"O-Of course! Reema, bring our best horse! Quickly!", almost immediately a young girl ran off and soon returned with a strong obsidian black horse that obediently trotted over to his new owner with grace that made it appear to glide oher the sands. Once again the village elder spoke, "This one is named Tala, she will serve loyaly. Wherever you go, she will find you". Ashaad bowed his head in thanks before mounting his horse and riding away, as he departed from the waving and cheering villagers a single thought entered his mind, "Where to next?"

[User]
Amadeus looked around at the sea of people giving Harley a look. 'Yes Harley, it IS a good idea to waltz into a room with the countries strongest warriors in it while having a demon next to you. he thought sarcastically. He couldn't complain now though, this was someone he trusted and he'd back him up in whatever ridiculous decision he made, even if that meant the other hero's stink eye.

"Mine" he heard Lilith say, he was wondering if she was stating Harley as her partner or Hazel as her prey. He looked to Hazel As she spoke, "Harley, you should know that a creature like this is no good. Demon's only ally themselves with Humans for one reason: Self interest. They're interested in manipulating you, not being your friend." Amadeus sighed at this, 'Harley, you better have a damn good way of convincing Hazel that Liliths cool' he thought watching events unfold

[Assistant]
Harley eyed the girl for a while, then shrugged. "Sorry, not much I can do, I kinda need her. She'll keep a low pitiful profile" Harley gave Lilith a puppy-eyed look, and Lilith chewed her lip, looking over Hazel before nodding and disappearing into a red haze.

Harley then said, "I can't really do much about it, sorry. If she goes, I won't be quite as useful, I'd still kick ass though." Harley chuckled to himself as he ran a hand through his hair, his tone apologetic. "Ever need anything else, please ask."

[User]
Gregorias sighed as he took a sip of his tea.

He had more or less settled yesterday's commotion but not before Agneria and Isen'roy had blasted a third of the encampment away. A vein popped when he thought about it. The young ones had absolutely no control over themselves when compared to the warriors of his days.

He looked down at the 42 medallions that laid on the wooden table before him. There were a total of 9 designs in total which symbolized the total number of teams that would be formed. These medallions represented the authority provided to them by the coalition force and allowed them to freely pass in and out of the three kingdoms as well as the authority to request for whatever supplies or soldiers they would need.

Dawn had risen and it was time to assign the 42 into their teams. Time was a precious resource; every second they wasted there was the potential of their target escaping.

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Teams were individually called into Gregorias' tent one at a time. The 5th team to be called forth consisted of Solanne Luxone, Hazel Daphiat, Amadeus Cross, Solomon Ambrosius and Harley Hapkins.

"These medallions indicate you are representatives of the coalition force. I hereby dub you… The Babettes."

Gregorias personally handed the medallion to each of the warriors that stood before him.

"They've been enchanted by the talented craftsmen of my tribe. You only need mention the name of any ally and it will lead you to them as long as they possess a medallion of their own. You could use them to locate other teams as well."

Turning away from them, Gregorias beckoned to the hooded figure that had been awaiting at a corner all this while. He was a guide that was to lead them to beast that were to slay.

"My name is Allush and I will do my best to aid you, brave heroes. I will brief you on the way. Time is of the essence."

***

As they horses galloped as top speeds, Allush began explaining to them about their destination as well as their target. They were heading towards the southern plains located close to the Water Kingdom. To be exact, their destination was the riverport, Laewaes. Or what remained of it. The monster they hunting was named Searzon. Searzon was a quadrupedal creature the size of a small house that vaguely resembled a two headed wolf except it was incredibly more grotesque.

"Although its relatively small compared to other beasts we discovered, it is incredibly fast and is capable of using hellfire magic. I would not underestimate if it if I were you."

@SwarthyBard126@Eleventhfret@Diggerton@Crimson Lion

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The next team to be called forth would later be named the Jaegers. Isen'roy, Jade, Reiner and Ashaad were summoned.

Given the same instructions as the previous teams were, they were immediately sent off after they were given their own medallions. Their guide was to be Abbas.

***

Unlike Babettes, they were heading directly in the opposite direction. Their destination was The Great Forest. An expansive jungle that obtained its name from the towering trees that dwelled within it. Abbas began describing the foe they were up against.

"I'm afraid we know next to nothing about Nabsezal. It is impossible to observe it at a distance due to the forest thicket and any scout we sent up close never returned."

Nabsezal was a powerful tree monster. Though it has yet to venture out the forest, The Earth Kingdom has deemed a threat to be eliminated considering the natures of the other monsters.

@wolverbells@TheDarkTemplar

[Assistant]
The city of Qatar-Shan, a jewel of the sandsea. With its towering spires and intricate city streets filled with merchants and people from across the continent Qatar-Shan was known as the trade center of the desertands. It was here that Ashaad returned after dealing with the Natar and his men. But the towering spires and merchant stalls were not his reasons for returning here. The Sand Stalker had business in the less outsider friendly part of the city. The Surkat District of the city was where the lower class residents lived, to most outsiders this was the area of Qatar-Shan you'd avoid for fear of being attacked. Ashaad however was in no danger of this and simply strolled through the poverty stricken streets with its broken up sandstone road.

Arriving at a local tavern, one he visited frequently, Ashaad sat at the counter where the barkeep stood in respect and fear of the man who had just entered his establishment. "The same as usual?", the man asked Ashaad but received no worded response only a nod which was good enough. One would think in this situation that Ashaad would lower his mask to take his drink but that was not the case. When the barkeep returned Ashaad took the mug and carried it away to the rooms upstairs. He had set up and agreement with the owner of the tavern, Ashaad only visited his tavern and he'd be given a room to take whenever he pleased. The deal was meant to gain the tavern's renown as the resting place of "The Sand Stalker" as well as deter any belligerent individuals from doing harm to the business.

Once he was within the private room, Ashaad removed his shemagh and slowly drank from the mug. The scar on his face still stung even after all these years. Each time he drank from his mug he was reminded of that day. Every agonizing moment, the horrid sounds and gruesome sights he witnessed again and again in his mind. After what seemed like an eternity Ashaad finally finished his drink. He headed back downstairs for a meal but found a group of city guards waiting for him at the bar counter. Ashaad approached with his hand on the hilt of his shamshir in case there would be a fight soon. One of the guards noticed this and held out a hand as he spoke, "That will not be necessary Sand Stalker. I am Guard Captain Samir Bakaan and I am here to deliver a message. The three kingdoms have declared a ceasefire in hopes to combat an enemy which threatens all the realms. A coalition force has been established and you have been called to service the Earth Kingdom in this quest. You will be paid handsomely once your task has been fulfilled. If you accept you shall travel to the assemblage whose location is provided on this map, hand him the ma-". The guard captain stopped himself and internally berated himself for reading his directions from the script he was provided.

The guard captain stood there waiting for Ashaad's reply. The entire tavern was silent in anticipation of of hearing The Sand Stalker. Ashaad approached the guards who all but the guard captain unsheathed their swords in preperation for a possible attack. Ashaad stopped his approach and spoke, "I will do this. But not for coin" the entire tavern was in an uproar as the patrons cheered and began to sing songs in praise of the Sand Stalker. One of the tavern's customers shouted, "All hail the Sand Stalker! The Champion of Qatar-Shan!" which was immediately followed by a cheer from the others. While the guards looked around with smiles of relief Ashaad simply walked up and took the map from their captain. He had no time for merry making. He had taken up a quest and this would now be his life's purpose until it was completed.

It took days for Ashaad to leave the Sandsea but after a particularly long journey he arrived at the neutral territory which served as the base of operations for the coalition force. There he tied the reins of his horse to a post and entered where the orientation had just begun. Upon its conclusion Ashaad left with no interest in meeting the others. He had heard many famous names, but none mattered as names were give to individuals who the people knew little about save their exploits. Ashaad was more interested in who they were which was something he'd learn once their work had begun. The next morning when his party was summoned he recieved a medallion and was assigned a target. This creature which roamed The Great Forest would prove to be a formidable opponent, one he would have to study before attacking. Despite this Ashaad had an idea forming in his head already as to how to deal with the beast.

As he stood by his new comrades Ashaad gave them all thorough look overs. One wielded a large blunted blade which Ashaad found curious, "Perhaps he means to use it as a warhammer?" he thought before speaking to them for the first time. "To go into battle without knowledge of your enemy gives them an advantage", nothing more was said from the Sand Stalker. Nothing more had to be said, if his allies were truely the great warriors they claimed to be then they should know what he means by these words.


[System]
Age:
15.

Gender:
Female.

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

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

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

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

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling/Xyz Summoning.

Current dorm:
Wind.

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

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

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

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

Chosen Pack:
Cybernetic Revolution.

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

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

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

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

Points:
50.

[User]
Leander continued smiling as Shinrei gave his long rant of annoyance. Leander wasn't sure what to make of it, mainly because he couldn't understand what Shinrei was trying to say with all those long and confusing words. In addtion, in the middle of the long rant, Leander zoned out after realizing that he couldn't understand what Shinrei was saying, so he missed the second half of the speech that Leander probably would have understood. By the time Leander came back to his senses, Shinrei was done with his speech and class was already over. Leander thought he saw the white-haired girl looking at him oddly, but the thought quickly exited his mind as everyone moved on to the Action Dueling class.

Leander eventually found himself in what was apparently the Action Dueling arena, which looked far larger than the arena where the placement duels were. I wonder why the place is so large, Leander thought to himself as he looked up and around. Then his eyes focused on a large, well-built man in wooden sandals and sporting an army cut hairstyle. Leander assumed that the only person this man could be was the teacher, mainly because he was the only person who didn't look like a student.

Looking around again, Leander spotted Shinrei getting scolded by Tsukiko, and made the obvious decision to continue his frienship-making behavior. "Hey, there you are!" Leander said happily as he approached the two. "I didn't understand a thing you said earlier when you were making that speech of yours, but that's ok! I'm willing to listen again, because that is what friends do!" All of this Leander said proudly and with a smile on his face.

"Oh, wait! I just realized!" Leander said suddenly, a shocked expression on his face. "I never introduced myself! I've been calling you my friend all this time, but we never even knew each other's names! How could I be so stupid???" Leander fell on his knees in shock, then quickly recovered. Leander put his hand behind his head and laughed, saying, "Oh well, we can start now!" Getting back up on his feet, Leander extended a hand to the two white-haired siblings, then said cheerfully, "My name is Leander Xenovia! Nice to meet you two!"

[Assistant] "These basic lessons are so freaking boring and dull...if I wasn't aware of how to fusion summon a monster I'd deserve to be placed in the dark dorm and locked up in the deepest end. It's so simple. Read the card then get the materials then use the polymer card or one of it's variations. At least it was better than English...do I look like a Shakespeare character or something? I look retarded but I'm not speaking in broken out of style dialect." Andre thought to himself silently as he neared the entrance to their next class alongside his brother Ben. The two had met up outside of the classroom. It felt like he was entering a world he left behind a long time ago. Action dueling, and turbo dueling were beneath him. He wasn't so stuck up show off who had something to prove. All the other two courses added were vague obstacles that proved to be a major pain in the ass and he never understood why card games like duel monsters were so god damn better on god forsaken special vehicles. It was like something out of a circus act and only the red necks of the duel society really liked them. "Oh look at me I can ride a motorcycle AND duel at the same time! Bah what a load." Andre spit on the ground as Ben looked at his younger brother with indifference. "Well I don't hate it like you do but hey if people like something more power to it. Me? I like to stand firmly with my feet on the ground." Ben stated as he went to meet their teacher by the entrance as Andre fiddled with his scarf some more. He was already loathing the piece of cloth.

[User]
Camryn shook the proferred hand. "Nice to meet ya, Angelo." After a silence of a few seconds, she said "Sooo... when does everyone else show up?"

Naturally, after that everyone started arriving. First was some ninja-looking guy who just appeared in front of them and stood there motionlessly. Then a pair who looked like twins came up, though Camryn was having trouble discerning their genders; they both looked incredibly androgynous. After that, another pair of siblings arrived, with the guy saying some drabble about "Hurr nurr this is a waste of my time" before his sister smacked him to the ground with a giant fan. Camryn couldn't help but giggle at that.

Then some really hyper kid came up and started talking to the guy that got smacked and acted really theatrical about... something. Camryn couldn't quite understand him at the speed he was talking. Finally, she noticed Ben walking up next to a guy in a scarf that looked like his brother. Sure are a lot of sibling pairs here, Camryn thought. She went up to greet Ben. "Heya Ben! How was your first day?"