[System]
Age: 785 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Oni - Elf
Class: Berserker
Weapons: Naginata, Katana, and Wakizashi

Bio: A young O-kuni thief turned rich artisan, influenced to become a warrior activist for her people before falling into an occult of darkness. Hisaya has lived many lives over the course of 6 centuries. She's loved and lost more times than she'd ever be willing to count. Now, she remains a devout warrior priestess to the Great Kagi Lord of The Tranquil Step. This path in her life is meant to serve as a karmic pilgrimage to atone for the unholy rituals committed as a chaos mage. Stripped of all magic, she is left with the burden of rage that once fueled her powers. With the aid of the Tranquil Step, she keeps her fiery nature at bay through meditation and honing of her bladed spider dance.

Special Ability: Complete 360 degree diameter field of vision within a 30 foot radius. This is the only ability that remained after The Kagi Lord of The Tranquil Step took away her chaos magic. Though she no longer possesses the ability to cast spells, she is knowledgeable about its use and application, proving to be a valuable consult about the arcane arts.

Miscellaneous: Her acceptance into The Hakumei is a controversial one, especially among humans who were the target for many of her blood rituals in the past.

[User]
Chiyoe no Kurushime, "Tormented Thousand Generations", held her red parasol above her head, the sun filtering through it fiercely, as if a leering old man who wished to caress her pale skin. How she dislike the sun. It was too fierce, too bright and far too persistent for her tastes. It made love to the earth with such unyielding passion that it could burn and scorch it's lover. How unseemly, to say the very least.

The Hakumei caravan traveled along slowly and it was very interesting to watch the scenery go by, but quite uncomfortable for her small and delicate frame. In the master's manor (her mother's master that is, for no one would ever be her master) everything had been kept shaded, pleasant, sweet-smelling, and comfortable. A wonderful tactic on their part to try and soften her past the point of ever wanting to leave such a gilded cage.

A tactic that hadn't ever a chance of working, however. She was far too strong willed for a woman, as men always said. But perhaps that was in her nature. She very well didn't like being dictated too. Or perhaps this was all just the restless energies of youth. She was only forty-seven after all, a mere youngling to other oni and yokai kind. But traveling with a warrior party full of strangers she had only glanced to dangers unknown was hardly the folly of youth. At least for a woman, anyway.

The pig farm in the central lands of Raiden had been the most interesting thing she had seen yet, to be sure. It had smelt awful and looked even worse. Chiyoe had quite enjoyed it. The complete opposite of manor life. A sign that she was heading down the right path for sure. Kotori Raiden, co-leader of the Hakumei squad, had been everything Chiyoe had been taught not to be: tomboyish, direct, awkward, and informal. Simply wonderful. There was yet another great sign of fortune in her choice.

The 8-foot horned oni however had been curious. She hadn't much opportunity to view other oni who displayed their birthrights so physically. Her grandmother had often told her of their Iso Onna cousins, who had only the faces of women with bodies of serpents. Hari Onago, cousins as well, were not dissimilar to her fellow Nure Onago kin. With the appearance of beautiful young women, their hair was often left down and rather disheveled. Upon closer look, however, the tip of each of their hairs fitted with a needle-like barbed hook, that moved about at her will.

However, with only tales and paintings to go on, Chiyoe never could imagine the colorful appearances of her traveling companions. Or their intriguing customs, as so shown to example with war song of Gaignun that left a ringing in her ears even after they set out on their long hard journey. But she did so admire his reptilian steed. A warrior such as that might just gain her undying loyalty. It was good that both leaders of their little band had enough admirable qualities to gain respect in such a short time.

But after all the wondrous fun of the morning, the ride had grown rather tiresome upon her hind-end. But at least she was on the supplies chart. Riding sideways on a horse would have been far more uncomfortable.

The doll of an oni sat up high, where she could see all on top of the supplies chart roof, looking about with an entertained smile. Though her rouged red lips were often in a small smile. And her large eyes were always looking about, their dark depths devouring everything could. With her silk black hair pinned and styled just so, adorned with floral pins and combs, she really was the image of a doll. Even her layered kimono, though mostly black, and red obi were made of fine quality cloth. And her little feet were primly pressed together, her back straight no matter how tired and sore she became.

But it was all borrowed wealth. Well, perhaps not 'borrowed' but close to it. Her mother's master wouldn't miss what she took after all. For the most part it should have been her family's anyway, after all the awful treatment they had been subjected to. So Chiyoe simply took her small share. And it was enough for an extra, less elegant dress, parcel for her pins and sentimental trinkets, her tea set, a biwa, and just a bit more money for any emergencies. To be prepared when going out into the unknown was important after all.

Beside the two leaders, there were others of interest, of course. The Pale One,@Astronaut Jones a woman who smelt like elder oni, perhaps around her mother's age, though who could really tell among oni kind? And there was also a fire-haired swordsman oni,@ReaptheMusic who was all but covered head to toe in ill-fitting armor. And a human male.@Leodiensian Chiyoe wrinkled her nose. She was not overly fond of human males. Sweet smoke drifted up from the supply caravan. And then he started to sing a most crude and vulgar song. No, she was not overly fond of human men. Especially this one.

"If you would, please," her voice was youthful and sweeter than spring sake drunk under a sakura tree, "I would be most appreciative if you did not smoke by our supplies." She pulled her legs beneath her, wooden geta clacking on roof of the supply cart. Chiyoe lifted up a delicate and nimble hand, her slender fingers pressed together in elegance, much like a fine dancer about to begin their show. "A fire inside with our valuables would be upsetting," she overturned her hand, the boiling pipe's water leaving out through the resin in the form of mist. Hopefully it took the awful resin with it. "Do you not agree?" She flickered her fingers, the lock of mist coiling through the air like a snake to dance at her leisure. It was hardly what she wished to say, but it seemed the best course of action at the moment.

"And you are most ill-skilled in singing," Chiyoe added drily, her red lips in a pressed flower smile of wry amusement.

[Assistant]
The little girl's head bobbed dozily with every sway of Gaignun's giant lizard. She was sat right behind the oni, but the size difference made it difficult to tell whether or not Gaignun even knew she was there – and from time to time, it looked like she might fall off without him noticing. She had said nothing, done nothing but glower and sulk in the midday sunshine. She practically leant on Gaignun's shins during the initial meeting, and even during the terse, silent journey she seemed to be pressing her tiny body as close to the oni as possible.

Of course, barely anyone would've understood why the little oni did what she did; only those from the bustling port towns of the east would recognise a Zashiki Warashi when they see one. It was the midday sun that was causing all of the hassle...Zashiki felt it beating down on her skin, it hurt in the back of her eyesockets and the headache was intolerable. It was noon when Zashiki was the most tranquil she could be. Her internal body clock told her it was long past her bedtime, and with the abominable sunlight shining it was practically impossible to remain focused. With a sigh, she pressed her forehead against Gaignun's battle armour, feeling particularly exposed in her thin, ragged shorts and sleeveless tunic. Whether or not her travelling companion was sympathetic to Zashiki's plight was unknown, but she had noticed that he walked a lot slower when the shadows shortened compared to the rest of the days she had spent with him.

A brief murmur of conversation from the back barely registered with Zashiki; she was particularly against striking conversation in her current state, and seemed to be keeping quite the distance from Tatsuji. Were it not for the loud and bawdy song which erupted from the general vicinity of the supply caravan, it was likely Zashiki would have continued sulking until the very end of the mission. Instead her head swivelled around, revealing her inky and inquisitive eyes. It didn't take long for her to smile, and that smile revealed two neat rows of jet-black, shark-like teeth. The girl gave Gaignun two feeble punches to the back (given her size, it was likely the only way to have caught the towering oni's attention), muttered something to him and promptly fell off and under the giant lizard, undoubtedly crushed as the beast put its foot down where she should have landed.

Only there was no sign of her presence; she appeared to have vanished under the lizard and out of existence entirely. It was only when Chiyoe made an idle remark about Hidari's singing prowess did a loud, childish and ever-so-slightly grating voice explode from the gloomy depths of the supply caravan; Zashiki had somehow managed to appear on the edge of a crate, camouflaged seamlessly in the shadows. "OHHHhhh, I don't think his singing is THAT bad!" she cried, almost certainly too loud for any decent conversation. It had to be intentional, some sort of signal or code, since her volume dropped to a more tolerable (but still irritating) volume immediately afterwards. "But I guess a song about whores might upset a Kitsune," continued the little creature innocently. She flashed her smile at the human once more, but in the darkness it looked more like a menacing grin.

"Human, human, why'd you join the Hakumei? This is no samurai taskforce." Zashiki barely gave Chiyoe a moment to respond to her wry remark; her raspy, grating voice took on a singsong quality as if she openly teased Hidari, leaning as far forward as she could whilst avoiding that sharp, clear line of sunlight in the end of the caravan. "This is no brothel, human, I can't see any golden groves, not a lot of gold here at all..." Zashiki trailed off and looked upwards, at the flicker of a red parasol. "...Unless you knew where to look. Is that why you joined, human? You sing like the port-town man but dress like a merchant, where you from, human?"

The barrage of questions seemed to go on for an age, but stopped just as suddenly as they started when the caravan went over a ditch. The light shifted back and the oni stopped talking as her face was put into sharp relief, revealing the chubby cheeks, rounded eyes and pouty lips of a toddler. It was as if she expended a short burst of energy and the sudden distraction threw her momentum as her head tilted and came to rest on the adjacent storage container; Zashiki still stared down at Hidari eagerly, but her body language clearly displayed the exhaustion that she was poorly hiding.

[User]
Hisaya stared at the oddity before her, more perplexed by his appearance than the words uttered beneath his mask. "What are you?" She became transfixed by this being, her eyes squinting as if trying to pinpoint a fleeting memory. "Your spirit casts a demon's scent, yet it wreaks of human." She raised her hand and began drumming her index and middle fingers against the side of her mouth, a 700 year old force of habit whenever she found herself lost in thought. "I've come across such peculiar spirits in my time. Mangy, unruly. Often found dueling from within between their past life and the shell that confines them." Her gaze fell onto his mask as she clicked her tongue. "Perhaps you're right. Our traveling circus has no business within the great halls of human or oni. Let us shine in the soot of pig sty shantytowns and rile in the filth of our coming legacy."

Her elf ears picked up on an all too familiar medley. "In old Cobweb Forest / So dark and so cold / There's a maiden, I tell you / Her grove is of gold" She galloped ahead to match the pace of the caravan until she was at its side. With a smile she continued, "She gives and she gathers/ And leaves men in tatters/ Their insides - they scatter/ As they're hung from the rafters/" Hisaya let out a chuckle. "Oh, I haven't heard that song in decades." Her version was quite different, and very popular among Elven women. It was derived from an actual tale about a witch assassin who lured weary travelers to their deaths. It was also one of her many favorite songs to sing back when she tortured humans to fuel her chaos magic. She gazed longingly into the distance as nostalgia resurfaced, but as her thoughts fell on those dark times, the talisman around her neck sent a small jolt through her, forcing her to shake away those memories and focus on her pilgrimage.

The singing man was suddenly bombarded with comments and questions from a Zashiki and a young oni woman with a peculiar scent. She listened to their banter for awhile before loosening the grip of her reins, falling back to the fiery haired oni she conversed with from earlier. "You might not want to get any closer to that caravan, unless you want to get your hair put out." Hisaya nodded over to the oni girl swirling mist with her hands. She felt the mana force of her power flowing in the air. Hisaya envied her, wishing that she could feel that rush of ethereal energy coursing through her veins once more. The talisman hummed in objection.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] Shiranui saw Liam collapse and thinking quickly, sent Titania out. "Titania, use Heal Pulse on Liam!" The Gardevoir went quickly to Liam and knelt by his side before using Heal Pulse. Shiranui knelt on the other side and was concerned for Liam.

[Assistant] Liam regained consciousness. He was still laying on the floor. He thanked Titania. Steven commented that the Heal Pulse likely saved Liam from a comatose state, but he may still need to rest for a few days, and they should probably go back to Evergrande for the tournament.

[User] "Will do," replied Shiranui, "Liam, Titania and I will take you back to Evergrande City so you can rest up."

[Assistant] "Alright." Liam said as he reached out and grabbed a hold of Titania and leaned on her for support.

[User] Shiranui grabbed on to Titania as well and the Gardevoir used Teleport to warp the heroes to their room in the Evergrande City Pokémon Centre.

[Assistant] Liam staggered into the building, at which point, a quick acting Blissey caught Liam before he fell. The Blissey supported him to the front desk. Joy worried asked him what happened. He weakly said he would explain later, he needed a room to rest in for a few days, and to register for the Evergrande Conference. She gave the Blissey a key to a room. Liam said a friend of his would be right behind him.

[User] Shiranui soon appeared at the front desk to put Titania in for healing. "Nurse Joy, Liam will need someone to watch over him," he advised.

[Assistant] "How long is he going to be resting? And what happened?" She asked concerned.

[User] "From what I've seen, Liam rode Mega Rayquaza into space, blew a meteorite apart and came back," Shiranui explained, "He collapsed—likely from G-LOC—and barely dodged a coma thanks to my Gardevoir."

[Assistant] "So, your best friend is recovering after nearly going into a coma and you're not staying by his side!?" She asked raising her voice. Luckily, they were the only humans in the lobby at the moment so there would be no one gawking at the scene. Goodra walked down the hall. He was confused as to what they were talking about.

[User] "He had someone by his side in my absence," Shiranui answered, keeping his cool and pointing out Liam's Goodra, "He'll be like this for around three days."

[Assistant]
Joy still did not like the idea of Shiranui running off when Liam was like this, but figured there was no point in arguing. She put on the warm smile she and her fellow nurses were known for and told Shiranui the she and her helpers would keep an eye on him. Goodra walked up to the desk and placed a badge case and Pokédex on the table. He pointed to the computer and opened the case to show Liam's eight badges. Joy said she was sorry, but she couldn't register Liam unless he was here in person to do it. Goodra sighed. He gave Shiranui a thumbs up before going back to Liam's room.
 The doors to the center opened and a keystone soared through the air, aimed at the back of Shiranui's head.

[User] Shiranui looked back when the doors opened and saw the flying keystone just in time to catch it. "That would've been agonisingly painful," he commented, placing the keystone back on his Mega Ring. He registered for the Conference and returned to Liam's room to watch over him while Titania was healing.

[Assistant] Shiranui would find that Jiriya was guarding the door and had been prepared to attack whomever was entering, should they intend harm of Liam. Jiriya stopped when he saw it was Shiranui. He silently nodded to Shiranui.

[User] "Thanks Jiraiya," said Shiranui, "Liam, I'm back. How was your trip into space?"

[Assistant] "Out of this world." Liam said weakly with smile. He tossed a shrunk Master Ball to Shiranui and asked him to transfer that one to Oak for him.

[User] "Right away," acknowledged Shiranui before leaving for the main reception area. He rang Prof. Oak and managed to transfer the Master Ball after a bit of talking. He heard the musical chime after wrapping up the call and received Titania. He returned to Liam and said, "Done and done. Who or what was in that Master Ball?"

[Assistant] "Something I found while helping Rayquaza deal with the meteor." Liam said.

[User] "Well, whatever it is, I'll soon find out," replied Shiranui, "I'm glad you're on the road to recovery."

[Assistant]
"Me too." Liam said.
 (Three days later)
 Liam was back to 100%. He registered for the Conference. He used what time he had left trying to balance his training as much as he could.

[User] Shiranui was out training on a secluded island at the edge of the Hoenn Region.

[Assistant] Soon enough, it was time for the opening ceremonies. Liam was picked to run the final leg of the torch's run, which he did with Jiriya.

[User] Shiranui managed to arrive in time for the opening ceremony. He cheered when he saw Liam enter the stadium with the torch.

[Assistant] Soon after the torch was lit and Liam was in the crowd of trainers, the prelims begun. Liam saw Wally in the crowd of trainers and told Shiranui. There were over three hundred trainers here. They would be weeded down to the top 32. From there on, each battle is a full six-n-six battle. With that the trainers were dismissed to go sleep, and the prelims would begin the next morning.

[User] Shiranui was confident he'd make the top 32 and while he made his way back to the room he heard a giggle in his mind. He stopped to look around and did not see any psychic Pokémon in his vicinity.

[Assistant]
Liam and Jiriya walked back to the room he was sleeping in earlier, which Joy arranged for Shiranui to have as well. They got separated form Shiranui in the crowd. They eventually caught up to him while he was looking in their direction.
 "Something wrong?" Liam asked.
 "Ninja?" Jiriya inquired.

[User] "I heard a giggle in my mind and I couldn't see any psychic Pokémon around at that time," answered Shiranui.

[Assistant] "Well, We will find out what's going on eventually." Liam said. "For now, me and Jiriya are going to clean up and get some rest."

[User] "Alright," replied Shiranui, deciding to put his psychic hunt on hold for now, "I'll do the same after you."

[Assistant]
Soon after, Liam went to bed. In the morning, all of the trainers gathered at the smaller arenas around the main stage to begin prelims. (insert montage set to Advanced Battle theme youtu.be/7pkIVd9w9x4)

After all of the prelims, the top sixteen included: Liam, Shiranui, Nando, Morrison, Harrison, Ash, Tyson, Liam's rival Trevor, and some others.
1 Shiranui Tsukio 9 RP
2 RP 10 Ash Ketchum
3 RP 11 Morrison
4 Trevor Walton 12 RP
5 RP 13 RP
6 Nando 14 Liam Coleman
7 RP 15 Harrison
8 RP 16 RP

[User] Shiranui had beaten his opponent's Blaziken, Heliolisk, Magcargo, Froslass, Tentacruel and Blissey with Hoshi, Sunakaba, Zoro and Niwatori.

[Assistant]
Every named Character managed to defeat their first opponent.

1 Shiranui Tsukio 9 RP
2 RP  10 Ash Ketchum
3 RP  11 Morrison
4 Trevor Walton 12 RP
5 RP 13 RP
6 Nando 14 Liam Coleman
7 Wally 15 Harrison
8 RP 16 RP

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1 Shiranui Tsukiko 10 Ash Ketchum
4 Trevor Walton 11 Morriosn
6 Nando 14 Liam Coleman
7 Wally 15 Harrison

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"It's time for the first battle of the top eight!" The Announcer called. "In the Red corner, we have from Eckurteak City, Johto, Hoenn's new Top Cordinator, Shiranui Tuskiko!" The announcer waited for the cheers to die down. In the Green corner, from Vermillion City, Kanto we have Trevor Walton!" Once both trainers were in position, The Ref called for the trainers to call out their first Pokémon.
 "Arcanine! Let's go!" Trevor called.
Shiranui-vs-Trevor
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[User] "Sunakaba, I choose you!" Shiranui sent his Hippowdon out and a sandstorm immediately started blowing.

[Assistant]
Shiranui-vs-Trevor
Hippodon-1-Arcanine
?-2-?
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A Sandstorm was tipped up. "Sunny Day!" Trevor called. The Sandstorm ceased and intense sunlight beat down on the battlefield.

[User] "Sunakaba, Stealth Rock!" After Arcanine changed the weather, Sunakaba fired a salvo of rocks from the holes on his body. The rocks implanted themselves into the ground on Trevor's side of the battlefield, creating one of the most commonly-used entry hazards.

[Assistant] "Solar Beam!" Trevor called. A blast of solar energy barrlled toward Hippowdon.

[User] "Sunakaba, return; Numeru, stand your ground!" Shiranui switched out his Hippowdon and sent in his Goodra. Numeru made no effort to dodge the attack and the Solar Beam connected. When the dust faded, Numeru was unscathed and in fact physically stronger thanks to her Sap Sipper ability.

[Assistant]
Shiranui-vs-Trevor
Hippodon-1-Arcanine
Goodra-2-?
?-3-?
?-4-?
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"Dragon Pulse!" Trevor called. He wore a smug look, sure that Shiranui wasn't expecting that.

[User] "Numeru, hit that Dragon Pulse for a line drive with Dragon Tail!" Numeru's tail glowed a bright cyan as the Goodra whacked the Dragon Pulse like a batter at the plate for a straight line drive.

[Assistant] Arcanine was hit with its own attack. "Arcanine, Aerial Ace!"

[User] "Numeru, use Dragon Tail once more!" As Arcanine charged at Numeru, the Goodra's tail glowed again as she readied another Dragon Tail, this time getting ready to hit Arcanine for a home run.

[Assistant]
Arcanine was forced to switch out, and was replaced by Lairon.

Shiranui-vs-Trevor
Hippodon-1-Arcanine
Goodra-2-Lairon
?-3-?
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?-5-?
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"Lairon, Metal Burst!" He called.

[User] The Stealth Rock popped out of the ground and did a little bit of damage to Lairon before re-burying itself. "Numeru, Bide!" Shiranui was familiar with how Metal Burst worked and after Numeru started a Bide attack, there was no power for Lairon to retaliate with.

[Assistant] "Automatize!" Trevor called. Lairon built up his speed. The sunlight returned to normal. Goodra would be stuck gathering energy still. Trevor called for Roar right before Bide would have fired if Numeru had been hit by any moves.

[User] Numeru had no energy to unleash and Lairon let out a loud Roar that scared the Goodra back into her ball. Shiranui's Altaria was dragged out.


[System]
"We live as we dream -- alone..."
– J o s e p h C o n r a d

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Basic Information
B I R T H D A T E
16th of February
G E N D E R
Male
A G E
20
S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual

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Self & Skills
O C C U P A T I O N
Second year student at East Bridge Arts College pursuing an undecided degree.
S K I L L S
* Linguistics; French, Spanish, Korean - studying Mandarin.
* Arts; From Painting and Sketching to Photography and Manips.
* Lying; Great at looking honest and covering his tracks when slipping half-truths or even bold-faced lies.

T R A I T S & F L A W S
* Eager
* Inventive
* Lonely
* Indulgent - of vices.
* Impatient
* Insecure

E Q U I P M E N T
* Notebook/Sketchbook
* Generic Smartphone
* Sunglasses

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B I O & T H I N G S
H I S T O R Y
Aden was born in St. Louis, Missouri. His parents divorced early in his life; his dad was violent and manipulative, his mother got out while she could, and remarried across the country, leaving him behind. He had few friends, only managing to maintain a few acquaintanceships with people who wanted to use him to improve their grades. Things began to come to a head when he started hanging around with sketchy characters and rebelling against his dad. Coming into magic was the final straw, prompting him to finally stand up for himself. The confrontation turned violent, but he soon realized magic had changed very little for him, so he made his own change; moved in with his mom's family for the summer and severing all ties with his dad.

Magic was complicated for him, it wasn't the first time weird things had happened to him, and while before it was easily dismissable as harmless imagination, now he could cause real damage. He hid his abilities and continued as he had before, indulging the power when alone, but pretending as if everything was normal. One of his biggest worries was what the magic meant for him, where his place was in the world now, but without anyone to answer his questions he could do nothing to satisfy this. The message he received however was eagerly taken, and he left as soon as he could to find his own kind, hoping he'd finally be okay once surrounded by people in a similar situation as himself.
T H E M E S O N G
Xtatic Truth - Crystal Fighters

"We were born to be alone,
everybody all alone,
born alone to be alone,
we'll stand alone forever."

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M A G I C[/center]
S P E L L S
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Vidasang (Change/World); Blood can be used to heal wounds. The blood can be taken from any source, but incompatible blood, meaning animal or of different blood types, is changed to become compatible. The further from compatible it is the more energy is needed to change it, meaning a snake's blood would be more costly than the spell is worth, but a human's would work fine. The spell works best on open wounds, but has some effect on broken bones.

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Mag-ascensor (World); Electromagnetism is used to manipulate the gravity around the caster to achieve flight and increase movement speed. Perception remains unchanged, making extreme speeds disorienting. Can also be used to make things nearby slower or easier to lift.

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Vermellum (World); Uses electromagnetism to blast a telekinetic force at a target, appearing as a small red missile of light. Can be shaped to be sharp or blunt for specific types of damage or other use.

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Calenallum (World); Creation of light so hot it can melt metal, start fires, and blind onlookers. The light can be controlled or it can radiate outwards in a blast. Must be used cautiously lest the user be burned or blinded.

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Electripell (Change, World); Skin gains a bio-electric outline, integrated to sense nearby movement and shock anyone or anything that makes contact.

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Animar (Change); Animates inanimate objects such as rocks or shattered debris into golems of various sizes to follow simple orders like 'go there', 'carry this', or 'attack that'.

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Electramarea (World); Creates and manipulates surges of electricity like bolts of lightning at the caster's will.[/indent]
C A N T R I P S

Brillar (Change, World); Body is able to glow in complex designs and multiple colors.

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Calormenys (World); Resistance to extreme heat.[/hider]

[User]
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Aden cringed away from the surge of violence and general... upset, that struck several members of the group suddenly, but finding the man (kid really) he'd been looking for kept him from disappearing. These people were like him, or he assumed they were given they were traveling together even if he hadn't seen all of them use any magic.

They didn't seem to be in a position to hold any introductory talks, so Aden just nodded a greeting and fell in at the edges of the group. One of the girl's losing her mind was swiftly dealt with through a show of force, which he was quick to take note of. The hierarchy here seemed to be led by violence. He took a more defensive, hostile stance, eyeing those nearby in case they thought they'd try and make him their bitch. Aden answered to no one, especially not a bunch of jacked up kids with superhero complexes. He'd see how things ran, for now, but he was already devising a plan of attack in case he needed to escape. Or take control.

First impressions are killer.

He adjusted his sunglasses, which would have been a subtle threat if anyone had been aware of his abilities, but otherwise made no move to interfere with the group dynamic. They could sort themselves out, and then they'd get on their way, and then he could decide if these were really the kind of people he wanted to involve himself with.

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[Assistant]
Bee

 Charles would simply groan in his unconscious state.

The Outside Help

 The Golem would be watching the actions happening infront of it, including the mysterious creature. of course thanks to it just being a tool it wasn't affected by any mind effects. It would turn towards Alexander and a voice would be heard "How is it you know who I am?" he would ask with a raised brow, it ruined his plans some which he didn't like that they already knew his name. He was just going to use his online name to be called by but it was quickly ruined. The golem would raise it's arm and starts tapping on the screen, and then a hologram would emit out from the golem's mask infront of it with a map of the area. "Here is map of the surrounding area" he states then taps a couple more time and red lines would form on the 3-D hologram "Cording to my machines these are the quickest routes from our current coordinates" he states. "I could try to see if I can get us a hideout for the time being if need be" The golem would respond. "I wont be able to send anything like physical supplies or tools for two or three hours thanks to us now being in a different country and for my other machine to return".

[User]
Bee

O'Ryan Cooper

 O'Ryan immediately began to coordinate and search for an exit through the town, it was best to get into the countryside. More places to better hide from being tracked. The only problem was, he didn't understand Greek in the slightest. And he doubted the common person on the island would just speak English, or even French for that matter. It was going to be a bit of a pain to do this, but he had to make sure whoever these strangers were got away safely. Plus getting out would require a bit of muscle and a bit of shoving to make it to a place where they could hunker down and think of a clear game plan.

[User]
Jon Bethlehem approaches and raps on the crystalline structure encasing Morgana and jokingly says in a terrible french accent
 "Room Service for Mademoiselle Morgana."
Seeing obviously that she cannot be roused by simple request he changes tactics, shifting the tone of his voice into a melodic and undulating tone. It feels to those around him as if a gentle finger strokes the many intricate folds of their brains and a sense of calm washes over the hearts of his magi spectators and target.
 "Morgana you need to come out, we're all waiting for you. All of your friends are here, and they believe in you."
He motions to his fellow mages and causes a few illusory figures to flicker in the mind of Morgana.
 "We're all counting on you, because you're one of the most important members of the team, without you we're hopeless."
Turning to the rest of the group he says in hushed tones
 "Alright maybe she'll be getting out of bed very shortly." glancing over at the limp form of Mitsuki he remarks
 "What's the deal with her? Anyways I'm glad I didn't have to deal with her, she seems a bit incorrigible to say the least."

[Assistant]
Morgana Estrain

Tapping against the crystal and speaking seemed to have little effect for both parties who attempted it. However upon the feeling of magic playing upon her mind Morgana flinched from within the barrier. It would have been calming perhaps if the words had been more targetted. However Morgana certainly did not consider herself part of any sort of team, the magic and the figures that came with it merely compounding on how vulnerable she felt. Morgana stood up, her barrier re-orienting itself around her. It would be invisible to mortals but to everyone else it would likely look quite strange, given it was pinkish-red crystal simply standing there. A flat voice came from within, somewhat muted but understandable enough. "Don't mess with my head." She'd been unprepared. So unprepared for all of this. So many unexpected things had happened. The crystal rotated briefly. Fenris? Where was Fenris. ... Well that was too bad. Mitsuki was on the ground for some reason. Nobody else was moving. Morgana stood in silence waiting for some sort of input to guide her, like some sort of robot.

[User]
"Thank you anyway," Alexander said to Leon, "while as for how I knew, well, let's just say that I talk with ghosts, like Charles here can."

In the meantime, Ascot was going to heal Mitsuki, while talking to Aden at the same time:

"Mr. Ross, sorry for the bad impression my brother made; it's just that our group had encountered...problems and this one promised to balloon into a crisis." It may not be satisfying, but it covered all the relevant points. Ascot could do nothing more as he healed Mitsuki's broken bones and internal bleeding, soothing her body, and hopefully her mind. He dared not use telepathy in case he roused recent traumas.

Gavin, as Jon tried to get Morgana out, looked at Marcus, and wondered: Was he having his own 'VIsitation'?

Then...Jon's attempt to get Morgana out failed. Thankfully, Gavin had taken note of Leon's conversation with Alex, and, turning towards them, said:

"All right, I don't want to have to do this, but I'm going to 'gate' Morgana's crystal out of the village." He would then take out a small mirror from his pocket, and activate his scrying spell, finding a set of caves outside the town. Then, the young man would create another blue circular gateway, and 'push' it towards Morgana's position, engulfing the crystal that enclosed her form and transporting it to a cavern. Then, after that, he would rotate the portal to face the group, then say:

"All right; Alexander, me, and a few volunteers would take Charles, Marcus, and Mitsuki through the portal, while Ascot, Jon, and O'Ryan," he indicated to the well-built blond, "will go with Leon's drone through the town, where they will continue using cantrips and spells to make sure that the villagefolk will continue to refrain from being suspicious." In response, Alexander was already going to Charles' prone body in order to carry it like a sack, while lifting Mitsuki and Marcu's larger bodies with a small anti-gravity bubble.

Then Gavin, Alexander, and whoever chose to go with them will go, leaving Ascot, O'Ryan, and Jon to do thier duties.

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[Assistant]
'Mr. Ross' he'd said, it sounded so formal, as if they were business associates. Aden raised an eyebrow, but let it go; at least he knew these were the right people. Probably. They knew his name anyway. He didn't like the way this was going though, what sort of 'problems' were they up against here? Why were people freaking out and why were they in Greece? These people were speaking English, and there was little evidence anyone was familiar with this place, so why come? What was with the portals? Were they running from something?

Somehow this meeting was shaping up to be about as dangerous as he suspected, but not quite in the way he'd been imagining.

He stayed closer to the healer than anyone else, mostly because they all seemed... strange. Except for the one dubbed O'Ryan, he looked very adult-y and put together. Someone was ordering the group around, taking the violent one and some of their downed members away to... somewhere. He decided to avoid that group, not that going with the mind-control group sounded at all enticing. What had he gotten himself into now?

He crossed his arms and tried to look both tough and non-threatening, ending up with an uncomfortable grimace instead of either. He could feel the threat of getting mind-whammied or thrashed with a tornado hanging over his head if he stepped on any toes. Whose bright idea was it to bring magic back again? Someone stupid, that's who.


[System]
Age: 23

Rank: Commander

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=dVcy_9GqS9c

Description: Soma is a young girl who doesn't really look like a pilot at all. Thin arms, thin legs, thin body. She looks fragile, at the very least compared to other soldiers. However, this is practically a disguise as she is in actuality a Super Soldier capable of unbelievable feats of strength and speed. She has snow white hair, and golden eyes. Beyond looking young, there doesn't seem to be too much else that is considerably special about her.

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Bio: Soma was once known as Marie Parfacy. However, she was chosen for the Human Reform League's Super Soldier program. The things they did to the members of this program was borderline torture, as they effectively fused two people together, one a natural, genetic person, the other a manufactured super soldier personality. This was how Marie Parfacy became Soma Peries. But things didn't work out for the Human Reform League with this program. A raid by Union forces destroyed the facility, and while many of the Super Soldiers were killed in the conflict, confined in their rooms as the building collapsed around them, a rare few escaped. Soma was one such person who made it out alive, only to be picked up by Union personnel. She was transported back to Union territory, and after extensive testing was offered a place within the Military. Considering she was a Super Soldier, it didn't take long for her to rise through the ranks, and was a Commander at the age of 18. Now, five years later, she is still faithfully serving within the Union as a Flag Pilot, recently being given permission to form her own team.

Mobile Suit: GNX-U02X Masurao

Mobile Suit Information: The GNX-UO2X, known more simply as Masurao is a highly customized Flag built from the Ground up to combat Gundams. It is built for extremely high speed and maneuverability, perfect for being piloted by a Super Soldier. Its main drawbacks is that it has very little combat capabilities at a range, as its main weapons are two custom beam sabers, along with small, low power laser machine guns mounted on the head. This is in part due to the fact it was created to combat Gundam unit 00 Exia, a Gundam unit that was specially designed for melee combat. As such, the Masurao was designed for the same thing. Seeing as Gundams no longer seem to be a threat however, this particular Masurao has been equipped with a 200mm New Type Linear Rifle, also known as a Trident Striker. This is the same weapon carried by the Over Flags, the Mobile Suits on which much of the Masurao's design is based.

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[User]
1200 hours - Fort Jefferson 'United States', Union Territory

It had been five years since Celestial Being first appeared, and four years since their defeat. And yet, the one year that Celestial Being was active felt like a lifetime compared to the four years since the end of the conflict. The world felt peaceful by comparison, but to some the comparison was twisted by the conflict. Compared to a nearly unstoppable force of four Mobile Suits and a single Flagship that took the combined might of the three factions to defeat, yeah these days were pretty quiet. But compared to what things were like before Celestial Being... it didn't feel all that different. Some people had forgotten what it was like to live in a cold war, where nobody was allies, nobody was enemies, war was all around but invisible to the naked untrained eye.

There was no denying it, the world was at war. They just hadn't pulled the trigger yet.

The Union wasn't about to stand by and let its enemies sneak up and make the first move. Not that they had any intentions of open declaration of war, but the Union was certainly preparing for one. More and more weapons, warships, Flags, Soldiers to use these things of course as well. And that meant that new squads were forming up.

One such Squad, currently unnamed as the members were still being picked, was lead by Soma Peries. Formerly from the Human Reform League, she had more than proven her loyalties to the Union in the battle against Celestial Being. Even when the UN formed she didn't trust it. She knew it wouldn't last. The HRL and the AEU were cowards. They were intimidated by the power the Union held. It was after all, the Union who was at the forefront of the conflict, putting their soldiers, their people at most risk to end the threat. Now, it was the other Nations that were a threat, not some small group of children with fancy Mobile Suits.

But she had to put all these feelings behind her. The time for war would come, she was sure of it, as she sat in her new office. Fort Jefferson was a new addition to the Union's bases. It was, at one time, nothing more than history. A fortress from a world long forgotten. But the Union decided it could be of use again, and rebuilt the whole fort from the ground up, including a large number of hangars to store Flags, and a large port for warships. It wasn't exactly, extremely close to the Orbital Elevator. But it was within sight of it, and was a lot closer than her previous post in Washington, now putting her in the middle of the ocean South-West of the Florida Peninsula. She felt like she could do more from here, and in fact, she had been put in command of her own squad, and to be honest, she wasn't far off from being the Commanding Officer of the whole base. There were only a few people above her, but she liked that. Something in her head, a part of her rebuilding at the hands of the HRL... it made her want to take orders. To be told where to point her weapon. Where to aim her sights, and when to pull the trigger. It was the program they put her through... to be a good soldier. To follow orders.

But now, she had to give them, as she sat there behind her desk, feeling more than a little awkward in such a place, awaiting the arrival of the first of her new squad members.

At least things were... tropical.

[Assistant]
"Sir we're going to wish you the best of luck with your new team but once a Union Bell, you're always be one." Senior Airman Rhodes commented to his former commanding officer Chad Wayne. The two of them had been chatting a little over the past events of these last few years. How Chad had gone from rookie, to Second Lieutenant at such a quick pace, be it forced by circumstances or not. Many of the Union Bell pilots were older than him but many held respect for their junior's skill. A lot of them were solid pilots in their own regard but now with the factions reemerging they felt the need to spread out the best pilots where they were needed. Chad wasn't always comfortable with being top dog he had only been good at telling people what they needed to hear at the right time. Rhodes was a newer recruit a man at the age of 22 who had served in the Federation just like him before its collapse. "I'm going to miss you guys. Flags fly best when they're with friends. This Overflag I've been assigned is a pretty sweet piece of gear. Left over from Graham Aker's unit way back. Wonder what happened to that guy? Whatever...I saw those gundams, those machines were beasts of war. I wonder where, and why we haven't been handed machines like those yet. We saw that we made machines good enough to take 'em out. Surely five years would've produced something by now? Maybe it was the fracture." Chad said lamenting his position.

 He sighed. "Look boss just make sure you don't push yourself too hard you over think things a lot. Gotta let this new chick handle the position she was handed. Let her take the reigns." Rhodes stated as Chad agreed. "Don't worry I won't judge her. Whoever she is she likely earned her spot..if not then I guess she'll find herself out of this new team quick. Hope they got boys like you in here Rhodes. Then again you Union Bells are second to none." Chad said with a wide smirk as he saluted his ex-trainee. "Talk to you later sir." Rhodes said as Chad reciprocated the goodbye and turned the video off.

As Chad walked down the hall he straightened his uniform minding the Bell symbol plastered on his uniform. He had requested that the brass let him keep the patch they had agreed to do so. He hoped the new boss wouldn't mind. He hadn't served under anyone directly since Roan...would he compare the new person to him? It felt unfair in a way. Still as he walked past the various officers, and technical advisers in the halls he knocked on the door to the meeting place had been told about before entering. As he entered the room he saluted his new commanding officer. "Flag Pilot: Chad Wayne. Second Lieutenant reporting for duty."

[User]
Soma had gotten lost in her own little world. What would have happened if the Super Soldier facility hadn't been attacked. Would she be piloting a Mobile Suit for the HRL right now? In her heart she knew she wouldn't have a choice. That's what this personality wanted. To fight for someone, even if it was the people who practically tortured them. But this was better. It had to be better than what could have been.

Because of this daydreaming, she jumped a bit as the door was knocked on, and let out a long breath to return herself to reality. As the man approached, and saluted her, she stood up, and returned the salute. "Soma Peries, Squad Commander. I suppose we will be working together from now on. Did they tell you why this squad is forming?". They had likely told him whta he already believed. That they were simply spreading the skill out evenly. More skilled pilots in squads with rookies would mean the rookies would learn quicker. They would get back up to full strength in no time. And in part, this was certainly true. But for this squad, posted out in the middle of nowhere, certainly had its own reasons for existing.

As for Soma herself, she didn't even look like a Commander. Even only being three years younger than Chad, she still looked more like a child in many ways. Not someone who was scarred by war in any way. Yet Chad had no doubt been told that she was Commanding Squads through the war against Celestial Being, as if to say "Don't worry, you can trust her" in case he doubted her ability to lead. But then again, there was always someone above her. She just relayed the orders. This was the first time that she would be making the decisions, the plans, the strategies. The Colonel of the base was little more than a flight planner and intel dump. He gave the intel, she chose how to act on it.

[Assistant] "No ma'am? I've not been privy to the facts of this squad. Is there something I should understand about it? I've been thrown haphazardly through commanders since Celestial Being fell. I've been in command of my own squad for most of them. All the same I'm looking forward to seeing you at work. I've heard a report you had seen action in Fallen Angels way back. If I may say so ma'am I hope that I live up to the expectations placed on me. I fight for the Union, and for my brothers I will do my upmost to live up to my former comrades." Chad stated professionally calm, and collected and he moved his hand down he still was not given the command to be at ease which was slightly unnerving. Still he kept his posture as upright as he could. "I was expecting to placed under a tactical forecaster in all honesty. I feel I do my best work simply as a grunt."

[User]
Soma saw no reason to give such an order, as this was an important talk to be had. She wanted to make sure his full attention was in this moment. Not that she expected him relaxing would cause him to be any other way. "Yes, I was there. I fought against a Gundam personally, someone who is able to affect me in ways I don't understand. Get in my head, make me lose focus, give me a horrible headache. I destroyed them at the cost of my own Mobile Suit, so I know what it's like to be up against something everyone claims is undefeatable. As for why this squad is being formed, the higher ups have been looking at how Celestial Being operated. They want something similar. A small squad, that can go where they want, and do what they want, when and how they need to. This squad will have far more freedom than what you're likely accustomed to. We are given intel, and we decide how to act on it. I'm sure you've heard of such a task force before. As the saying goes, technically, we don't exist. Many things we do, the governments will deny any part of. This is to allow us to take action that we otherwise could not. Say for example, we find a warship straying too close to Union territory. If an accident were to happen, the Union has no part in it."

She paused, as she looked out the window behind her desk, looking down over the sea's seemingly infinite expanse. "It is vital that you understand that how we operate is not natural. It's not the same as other Squads. When we fly with the world watching, we are just another Union Squad. But we will be doing much more than that." Looking over her shoulder, she simply said "Assuming you understand and accept all this, you may be at ease."

[Assistant] After being reassigned Rin spent the next thirteen hours as on a flight from Japan to Fort Jefferson. He rushed through the halls of the unfamiliar, almost labyrinth like base trying to find his new commanders office. "Man, I hope she won't be mad that I'm late." After what seemed like an eternity he found himself standing in front of door like any other in this base, written in bold letter 'Commander Soma Perse'. Rin took a moment to calm himself and fix his uniform before entering and salute. "Flag Pilot: Rin Izumi. Lieutenant, I apologize for my tardiness." He stated clearly he was still nervous.

[User]
Soma looked up and took a deep breath, and returned the salute before commenting "At ease, both of you." before leaning forward, hands on her desk. "I'll briefly go over this one more time. I've already explained it, and I don't think either of you were chosen for this squad without having a brain in your head. So let me make this absolutely clear. This squad does not operate like a normal Flag Squad. We don't follow the same protocol. We act where the rest of the Union cannot. A knife in the dark, that is how they describe us. Every mission we undertake is to be assumed classified, unless you are told otherwise. The only reason I am wanting to make this so painfully clear, is because this squad is so different. We'll be doing plenty of things I assume you are accustomed to. But when the time comes, we are practically a cover team. Understood?"

She then sat up and crossed her arms behind her back. "Assuming you understand all this, and aren't going to turn and run out the door at the thought of not following the protocol you're accustomed to, then we can get to what today is all about. I presume that your Flags are combat ready?"


[System]
Appearance:

Age:
Eighteen Years Old.

 Profession/Status:
 Lower Class Citizen, Maid.

Personality:
⚜ Kind ⚜ Stubborn ⚜ Blunt ⚜ Intellectual ⚜

Born the eldest of five siblings, Alessandra is more of a mother figure, which is why she was very calm, kind, and generally a warm person toward younger people, or ones she feels the need to take care of or protect. Despite being the perfect representative of an older sister, a mom second in command, she is very stubborn and blunt, which had gotten her into trouble more times than not. She didn't know when to shut up or hold back; therefore, she had gotten in trouble with older, or rather richer, citizens. She always managed to step away from the trouble-- even after causing it.

She is also a lover for knowledge, but because of her status and slightly weak reading skills, she suffers to feed that need and love for knowledge, which is the exact way anyone can bribe her into anything--They could read her a book, or even tell her of the old myths that go around the country.

Brief History:

Alessandra was the oldest sibling of five, and after their youngest brother, their mother had fallen very ill and almost always bed ridden. Alessandra was raised to be a perfect stay-at-home wife like her mother, bearing children, cooking, keeping everything in place, and helping the household in whichever way she can, but with a little twist of stubbornness and pride.

Alessandra's Father, Alexander, was working his best to feed his five children and get the medicine needed for his wife, which wasn't really working. The mother had continued to get worse and worse, which caused Alexander to try and spend more and do more in order to get his wife the help he thought she needed-- Which wasn't really working due to the poor knowledge of the people he sought out for help.

It didn't matter that the money and things he spent were to waste, they still put him in debt.

The best thing he thought of to pay back the royalty was to offer his eighteen-year old daughter, perfect age, good looks, and a somewhat good personality to be one of the queen's ladies, a court maid, or a mistress. He didn't care once they had taken him up on the offer, as he continued to obsessively look for something to cure his wife.

[User] Alessandra frowned slightly. She was certain Hye Jin didn't love Adrian, she loved power she would obtain by 'loving' Adrian. She titled her head slightly to look at her Prince. ''And if I may ask, what is your majesty thinking then?'' She asked as she scanned him carefully for a few seconds before scanning their surroundings, slowly feeling comfort settle in her. It was almost like the old routine, and it made her somewhat relieved, but something still tugged on her insides, making her heart quicken its pace.

[Assistant] "Hogwash," Adrian said. "Love is almost always non existent in royal bloods. More so for me as I am in line for the throne. What matters is power. And I believe Hye Jin wants that power. The moment everyone thought I was dead, she automatically latched on ro Adam," he shook his head. "I expected her to. She is not in line for the throne back in her own kingdom."

[User] Alessandra nodded silently as she stared at her Prince. "It is still very sad you believe so, Prince Adrian. I really believe you can find someone you love, or at least fond of, and that is appropriate to be wedded to the crown Prince of Whitehaven. It is sad to just disregard it as nonexistent." She said, reflecting on what she had told him in her first day in court. She shrugged slightly with a small smile. "But what do I know." She mumbled as to avoid coming across as offending or crossing the line, although she wouldn't have cared about that a year ago, she did now.

[Assistant] "I believe I may have," Adrian's voice was so soft that it was inaudible except to himself. "If I do not wed Hye Jin, Whitehaven will still benefit from her marriage to Adam. And I suppose father would send for another princess to be wed to me," he said a little louder. "My marriage will solely be for an alliance. I'm afraid I do not have the luxury to choose who I am to wed even if I were to find love. Unless, of course, I abdicate the throne."

[User] Alessandra looked back at her prince with a sigh. "I still believe you can change that without giving up the throne." She said with another sigh. "Do not give up the throne to Prince Adam. I-- I don't believe he is a better prince. At all. I believe-- in your reign more than Prince Adam's." She said in a lower voice.

[Assistant] Adrian turned his head towards her. "The notion of me loving someone and at the same time keeping myself on the throne seems to be so important to you," he said. "But what if my affections belong to a woman not of noble birth? What then? Would I be able to make her queen? Will I be selfish enough to put her on the throne and let her be the mocked and questioned by the nobility and possible even my father? Or should I abdicate the throne to follow my heart?" he shook his head. "If I thought about it, abdicating to Adam would end the unrest among the people. They are divided in their loyalty to me and Adam..." his voice trailed off in thoughtful silence.

[User] Alessandra lowered her gaze off him and nodded silently, knowing she might have pushed it. At the mention of loving someone who is not of royal blood, she wondered slightly if he had met someone during his time away from the castle, but she shrugged the idea off as it was none of her business. "I apologize then for overstepping my limits, Prince Adrian. It's all what my simple mind could come up with." She mumbled, perhaps a little hurt, but it was obviously not her style anymore to burst out as she usually did before.

[Assistant] Adrian turned his head towards Alessandra again and cocked up an eyebrow. "It really is a shame that you have grown meek. I must admit, I miss the outspoken Alessandra who had time and again scolded me," he gave her a grin and then turned away. "I see that the palace has broken you..." he paused for a moment as if to consider something of great importance. "I do not want your spirit broken... thus I release you from your promised servitude to me and to my family. You may choose to stay or you may choose to leave. Whatever you decide on, I grant you your freedom. Whatever debt your family has, consider it fully paid," his voice sounded strained. But before Alessandra could say anything, he urged his horse into a gallop towards the lake he always frequented.

[User]
Alessandra stared at him in disbelief and wonder. What had he done? Had he really released her? She felt her heart tighten with disappointment and confusion. Had he really given her up? Did he really not want her around? She breathed in deeply and slowly followed behind Adrian, silently. They stopped at the lake, and she took in a sharp breath.

"It is unfortunate that your majesty would give up on me so soon. If it is your wishes for me to leave the court, I will. I would not want to leave your majesty's side. There is no need for me back home-- but I think I may be of use here. But I will leave. If you wish so. If I have already become of heavy weight, I will leave." She said, although her tone was stable as she stared at the lake, her eyes were shining with tears.

Had she really grown useless in all parts of the society?

[Assistant] Adrian chuckled. "You misunderstand. I am releasing you from your duties to the royal family so that you may come and go any time you please. I am not asking you to leave. I am merely giving you freedom," he said and then cleared his throat. "I am, actually, hoping that you would choose to stay," he added in a lower, embarrassed sounding voice.

[User] Alessandra looked at him surprised as he actually hoped she stayed. She giggles slightly with a small smile. "Maybe if you ask a little nicer-- Prince Adrian." She said in a teasing tone, adding the title only to tone down the edge.

[Assistant] Adrian's cheeks burned bright pink when Alessandra giggled. But at her challenge, he raised an eyebrow. "Would you like me to get down on my knees and beg you to stay then?"

[User] Alessandra smiled and straightened her back a little, holding her chin up. "I am too kind to let you do so. I will stay." she said with a little giggle, some of her old spirt retrieved.

[Assistant]
Adrian raised an eyebrow and then bursted out laughing, for the first time looking as if he had no problem in the world. "I would have expected you to let me make a fool out of myself but---"

"My, this looks like a quaint and cozy place to spend the day in. Mind if I and my future wife join you two?" Adam called out as he led his horse to where Alessandra and Adrian were. Hye Jin rode on a white horse behind him, half a smile on her face.

Adrian looked towards his brother and Hye Jin, a carefully blank expression on his face. He shrugged. "By all means," he said as he climbed down from his horse's back.

[User] Alessandra blushed as Adrian laughed so wholeheartedly. She giggled slightly as she watched him speak once again, shaking her head a little at his assumption. She wondered if he would have actually even done so, but she quickly shook away the thoughts-- He was her prince, not the other way around. Alessandra was brought out of her thoughts as Adam's voice interrupted. She turned back slightly and watched him and Hye Jin approach them. She felt disappointment fill her as she also climbed down from the horse and gave them a slight bow before sticking to Snow Queen's side.

[Assistant]
Hye Jin immediately climbed off her horse, led her towards Alessandra and then handed her the reigns. "It's a good thing that you are here. You'll be able to tend to the horses. I hear that you are quite the handler," she gave Alessandra a smile before she turned and headed towards Adrian. Boldly, the foreign princess entwined her arm around Adrian's. "I will send you some herbal tea later, Prince Adrian. It will do wonders for your health," she gave him a smile. "And might I suggest a visit to my homeland? I believe a change of scenery would do you good," she led him to the water's edge. "It will be relaxing," she assured.

Adam, himself, climbed down his horse. But instead of handing Alessandra the reigns just as Hye Jin did, he took the reigns of Hye Jin's horse from her. "Pardon our little princess. I believe she had made it abundantly clear that she does not favor you," he smiled at her and he was the old Adam again, the kinder, younger prince. "I apologize for neglecting you these past months. I'm afraid responsibilities to the kingdom has made more occupied than I thought it would make me," instead of securing the reigns to a tree, he let go of it. He chuckled. "I'm sure Adrian would have a way of rounding the horses up if they choose to run," he shrugged and then offered his arm to Alessandra. "Come. This is a good day as any to catch up. What have you learned from the library so far?"

[User]
Alessandra willingly took the reigns and gave her a slight nod with no words. She hated how she was then; She was fiery, outspoken, and even cheerful, but Hye Jin and fate had succeeded to break a part of her, and for that she absolutely disliked, even hated, the foreign princess. She inwardly rolled her eyes as Hye Jin hurried to Adrian's side and wrapped her arm around his-- Didn't she know when to give up? Her supposed fiance was even standing right there. Her thoughts were interrupted as her eyes focused on Adam instead of the other royal couple as he took the reigns from her hand. She blinked a few times as he actually spoke to her.

She raised an eyebrow slightly as he simply dropped the reigns, but she knew he was right-- It was unlikely for the horses to misbehave, and if they do, it was quite obvious Adrian could get them under control. She giggled slightly, mockingly at his apology and then attempt to 'catch up'. ''I guess Prince Adrian deals with the responsibilities a little better than you do your majesty, for he hadn't intended to ignore, or neglect, or go as far as offend me, the moment I became known to him with my intentions. I am disappointed in you, Prince Adam. It's great prince Adrian has returned. Power doesn't suit you.'' She said, with obvious distaste and intentions of 'scolding' the younger prince. She had no intention to walk with him, or to catch up with him.

What she said was true, although Prince Adrian was harsher in nature since their first meeting, prince Adam had befriended her and took care of her. Yet the moment he seized power-- He changed 180 degree. She was surprised she had spoken up so truthfully, but she had no intention to lie or compliment the younger prince who she then held dislike to him as well, may not be as horrible as her distaste to Hye Jin, but it was distaste nevertheless.

[Assistant] A muscle twitched in Adam's jaw. It looked as though there was something he wanted to say. He looked towards his fiance and the crown prince. As soon as they were a little bit more ahead of them, he began speaking. "I'm sorry. I must look like a monster to you now. It was part of Adrian's instructions before he disappeared. That I should stop being so nice to you. He instructed me to allow you full access to the library but not to spend time with you anymore. I suppose that's to ensure your loyalty to him and I see that his plans has worked well," he shook his head. "I fear how many people he had managed to fool with his apparent and sudden 'change of attitude and outlook.'" He looked at Alessandra and looked sincerely apologetic. "I am truly sorry for the way I have treated you. I thought being obedient to his wishes would make him trust me enough to tell me about his plans. But apparently, he hasn't. And I fear father's life might be in danger now that he is back."

[User] Alessandra was surprised as she stared at him while he confessed of Adrian's supposed plan. She took a deep breath in as she continued scanning him, for any signs that he was lying or fooling her, but unfortunately she found none. Lost at words and in her thoughts as he continued on. She shook her head and gave Adam a slight bow. '' What your majesty and Prince Adrian had agreed on are none of my concerns. I am sure that had he actually ordered you to do so that you are well and capable of analyzing your situation, Prince Adam and you chose to do what you've done. I do hope Prince Adrian is a changed man, and I do feel so, but after all these are the simple thoughts of a handmaiden. It is inappropriate to be left so behind while your Fiance clings to your brother, Prince Adam.'' She said before grabbing the horses' reigns and slowly starting to lead them to the tree near the lake.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based)

Weapon: Kladenets & Perun

A Charge-Blade and Axe-Shield combination weapon. The two weapons have the unique ability of fusing into a single, larger weapon. Taking the form of a giant axe for a more powerful, albeit slower, combat style. The sword becomes the shaft of the axe with the shield becoming the axe's head. Internally, his weapons house a hidden firing mechanism that allow him to load Dust Ammunition. With loaded ammunition he can unleash destructive, close-ranged, explosive blasts.

Speciality: Though he doesn't necessarily fall into a single, defined role he primarily engages close-ranged combat, but can act as a defensive off-hand tank with his shield and utilizing his Semblance, provide a supportive role. With his shield, he can skillfully defend and attack at the same time with his sword at extremely close ranges. Sheathing his sword into his shield, he can then switch to a defensive position to guard himself or his teammates. As part of his versatile and adaptive nature, his shield has a bladed edge and short punch-spike at its base that allows his shield to double as a weapon. Hidden within his shield is a speed-loader that can quickly reload his sword with a full magazine of Dust Ammunition in the event of an emergency.

Combining his sword and shield together to from his Great Axe, he trades speed and defense for a purely offensive style of combat. With his giant Axe he can use his impressive strength to cleave, crush, and smash through large groups of enemies at once. Though his attacks with his Axe are much slower and in wide arcs, the sheer brute power of the weight of the axe and its slightly increased melee range makes it a fearsome weapon in Kuhaku's hands.

In either its sword or axe form, Kuhaku can load special Dust Ammunition to either 'Burn' or 'Fire'. 'Burning' a round, he can propel himself short distances for a powerful and quick strike. 'Firing' a round unleashes an explosive blast in a small area in front of himself. His explosive dust attacks all require ammunition and as such, he wears a belt with Dust Shotshells on them.

Semblance: The King's Voice - With the sound of his roar, he can temporarily remove mental limiters on he and his teammates' minds. Allowing them to fight with enhanced senses and bolstered physical capability for a few minutes at a time. For his enemies, the sound of his roar has the opposite effect. Muddling their senses to reduce their effectiveness and confusing them.

However, his Semblance comes to him at a cost. The more often he utilizes his Semblance, side effects start to appear though only in himself. The side effects can range anywhere from headaches, impaired senses, seizures, temporary memory loss or permanent memory loss. Not only coming with side effects, there are certain conditions to his Semblance in order for it to be completely effective, if at all. Whenever he prepares to utilize his Semblance, his golden eyes turn a burning, glowing blue. With black 'stripes' appearing on his 'fur', face, and arms. His stripes and eyes can also act as a timer, fading as the effects of his Semblance wears off.

Personality: Having been orphaned at a very young age, Kuhaku never had a home to call his own. As such, he primarily lived in orphanages, moving to a new one every so often. Growing up having never known his own family, he was constantly abused and subjected to prejudice due to his race. Though due to his strong will and good heart, he never held the abuse he went through against Humankind and overcame his rough upbringing. He endured humankind's irrational hatred and treatment of his own kin.

Desiring to prove to others that the Faunus were not the 'beasts' and 'animals' most humans labeled his kind as, he enrolled in Signal as soon as he was able to. He believes that his enrollment to become a future Hunter as a way of demonstrating that Faunus and Humans can coexist and work together peacefully. He one day wishes to become a legendary Hunter to end the Grimm threat and prevent any future generations from ever having to go through what he did, having lost his family. As part of his good-hearted nature, you'll always see him in a generally bright and happy mood. Kind and polite to all who meet him, he treats most everyone with the same level of warmth and respect akin to that of a close, long-time friend. Outgoing, loud, energetic and enthusiastic are just a few characteristics to describe him. As a result of his tough childhood he has a deep understanding of other people's hardships and pain, granting him a strong sense of empathy. Quick to trust others and make friends, Kuhaku doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, despite what other ignorant humans might think.

Color: Sky-Blue

Emblem:

Appearance:

[All rights reserved to Nitroplus for the character image. Credit goes to Lugubrious for the Emblem!]

[User]
Those muscles bunching were impossible to miss. He couldn't really tell Goodwitch he'd gotten the message, what with the soon-to-be-whirling maelstrom of forelegs, but he nodded a little anyway. Deinamig gave a nice big boost to his legs while he jumped back, but not quite quickly enough to get all the way out of danger; not with the size of the Manticore's legs. He boosted his arms reflexively and lashed out as one of its blows grew a little too close for comfort, and he felt Artorius strike something hard and keep going after a moment's resistance.

The next few seconds happened in something of a blur. His feet hit solid ground again, just outside the beast's reach, and Goodwitch's first strike struck home. A second later a small white object, a little smaller than his fist, landed next to him. A piece of the Manticore's claw, one of them at least,cut off right near the tip. It must have been what Artorius glanced off of. Ben scooped it up with one hand and jammed it in a pocket, firing Lawnslot's Lightning Dust rounds in the Manticore's direction while he kept backing up to keep some distance between him and the frenzied assault.

"Got it, teach, ready when you are!" He said into the radio, snapping his fingers a little to get Amy's attention. "I've got Desree here. Once it's running, and once the teams are out with the survivors, she'll get us up to the airship."

"Just say the word."

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary

Shiro's ears swiveled about, picking up little bits of conversation between the other Beacon students here and there. Some were here for minor injuries like himself, others were far more severe. It was odd being one of the few treated for negligible wounds. Watching as the Practice Class' aide walk by in some pretty seriously looking gear, Kuhaku winced as the nurse dabbed at his bite marks with some ointment. Sucking in air through his teeth, he broke his attention away to look at his forearm. The nurse apologized and finished, wrapping his arm with bandages and handing him his gloves.

Smiling and thanking the nurse, Shiro tugged his gloves back on. Flexing his arm, Shiro sighed. It was rather annoying, the fact that he came out of his mission with such a trivial wound. To be sure, he was grateful he and his team weren't in critical condition. But the fact that Sapphire had managed to break skin and draw blood because of the unexpected reaction really bothered Shiro. He wasn't able to use his Aura to defend from such an 'attack', which would've allowed him to avoid a trip to the ward altogether. At the very least, he was glad Sapphire didn't bite him right over his 'special markings' that he kept covered and hidden from plain sight. How she managed to have enough bite force to even go through his arm length gloves and bandages rather impressed him. She must've been either really angry or terrified.

Sighing again, Shiro's golden eyes looked up at the ceiling. Thinking about it, Sapphire had to have been somewhere in this ward herself. He figured it would least be nice to drop by for a few seconds and see if she was alright. No matter how terrible their relationship was, Shiro figured that was no excuse to be a complete tool. She was still his friend in his eyes. Determining himself discharged from the care of the medical ward, Shiro hopped off of his bed and began to wander around the wing in search of Sapphire's location. As his eyes scanned around, he couldn't help but smile and chuckled.

Hadn't they first met like this? Both in hospital beds.
He wanted to make this quick so that he could get changed and leave to go to town.
There was also a friend he needed to meet up with, rather badly.

[User]
Oswald Connoly- Infirmary

Consciousness was almost a stranger to Oswald in these moments. After the adrenaline rush had worn off, the pain he was in was absolutely unbearable. He'd never admit it, but he felt like he was dying every time he tried to sit up. It only made sense, though. Three broken ribs. A punctured lung. His nose and thumb, broken and a bit disfigured as well. Dull and sharp pains assaulted his senses from seemingly all sides, and the pain medications he was supposed to be getting dulled his mind too much for him to use them. He had to think, but the suffering was too much.

Maybe he'd click that button, get a little bit of medicine, just to dull the edge.

Just as he was thinking of doing so, the presence of another student roused his attention. Somebody who didn't get maimed? It's a Dustmass miracle... The sarcastic thought remained non verbal as Oswald pressed his little button. And there it was, the pain dulling medicine he was so uncomfortable using.

"Shiro...sup, dude?"

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Infirmary

Shiro's ears perked at the mention of his name, swiveling to pinpoint their source faster. Turning his head, Shiro's face lit up and then immediately dropped when he saw who it was. He and Oswald had an odd kinship in his own mind, both Hunters wielding a shield and sword. The main difference was that Oswald's sword transformed into some drill like weapon, whilst his transformed into a grandiose axe. Though, he couldn't explain why the two of them shared a silent camaraderie. Possibly the two of them remaining somewhat traditionalists while the rest of the student body bore less-conventional equipment.

Like Gren's chainsaw/chaingun/rocket launcher/sword.
"Holy dust, Oswald?! Shoot, are you alright man! You look absolutely terrible!"
Shiro exclaimed, rather...loudly. Forgetting where he was.
"Oh, man! Are you alright? How's the rest of your team? Did your mission go okay?"
Without giving much consideration to thought, he began his string of verbal questioning. Bombarding the poor boy.

Shiro momentarily forgot his search for Sapphire, walking over to Oswald's bedside and looking at all of the machinery he was connected to.
He had to say, there was something odd about this scene. Especially witnessing it from an opposite point of view. Again, typically he was the one to be put in critical condition. Looking Oswald over, he slowly came to realize that for someone built like Oswald, the threat had to have been dangerously real.

"Gods and Goddesses above, what happened to you?..."
Shiro's tail restlessly wagged from side to side, he realized just how lucky his team was for their assigned mission.
Coming out relatively unscathed, he was becoming more and more grateful.


[System]
The paranoid but curious.

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◇Physical Description◇
Worried is a young adult that is entering the prime of his life, through the bags under his eyes tell a story of a mind that is plagued by fears and concerns that others aren't. He is a tall but wiry man, standing at around 6'5 feet tall with fair skin and short blond-brown hair and blue (through often glassy) eyes. The outfits he wears tend to be simple things (basic t-shirts and loose fitting jeans with a belt) but he is almost never seen without some kind of vest or jacket on. As he has joked before, he seems to be naturally cold blooded and not really bothered by the rare warm days that come along.

During his waking hours, he is always seen to be wearing a pair of glasses that he requires to see the world in more then just blurs. He doesn't clean them as often as he really should, but he goes to great lengths to take care of them and not lose them. Whenever he is out and about in the outside world, he is almost always seen wearing a pair of worn work boots with steel caps protecting the toes.

◇Personality Elements◇

* Tired
* Impulsive
* Obsessive
* Generous
* Paranoid
* Curious.

◇Biography◇

Andrew Macdonald was born and lived most of his life in Australia. He was the youngest in the family, growing up with three older sisters and two loving parents. While everyone in the family noticed as he was growing up that Andrew was different, it wasn't until a bit later on in his life that a reason for his behavior was actually given; He was deemed to have aspergers, through he was high functioning. Unwilling to admit that there might have been something mentally wrong with their child, his parents simply treated him like any of their other children and while this caused friction at times, all in all they raised their son right.

They had been taking a long awaited vacation to visit the United Kingdom (Starting their holiday in England) when the Rendering began.

Worried... doesn't remember what happened during this period of time. At least, not properly. Between the efforts of the Equestrian Reformation Schools and his own minds desire to try and not think about such a chaotic and painful time of his life, the view times he tried to remember his life before waking up as Worried Mind all he could remember is a haze that made him feel sick to his stomach. While the fact that he could remember anything about the Rending at all worried the ponies running the Reformation School, Worried surprised them by requesting that he be allowed to keep the sickening fog of 'memory' that remained. His exact words were "I am happy to forget the details but... I did things. Horrible things in order to be here today. Forgetting those things and pretending they never happened... doesn't feel right."

Despite several attempts over the years to change his mind, the ponies that worked with Worried respected his desire to bare the weight of his guilt and instead worked to help him accept it and live with it in a healthy manner.

When he graduated from the Reform School, Worried Mind dived into researching the ruins of human technology. He never really had the mind for magic in either form, but there was something about non magical tech that clicked in his head and he desired to seek it out wherever he could.

However, looking through the ruins of human history and technology brought with it knowledge... strictly speaking, knowledge of nuclear weapons and the vast number of Polaris and Trident missiles that Britain had stockpiled around the nation before the Rending... and hadn't been dismantled in the days after the discovery of magic and the lead up to the Rending. In fact, with the destruction of the former human government and... well, most of the United Kingdom the exact locations of where these world ending weapons were was lost.

This knowledge keeps Worried Mind awake at night, pouring through whatever information that he can get that trickles into the settlements trying to pick out likely locations that these deadly weapons might be stored in order to track them down before something bad happens because of them. A decade without maintenance, abandoned to whatever conditions that their solos suffered... with creatures and people out there that might come across one and decide to try and use it for their own ends. Hell! Even if they were left alone and Celestia willing didn't malfunction and explode of their own, just the poisonous effect that they could have on their surroundings if they just started to leak...

◇Skills and Talents◇
Objective focused: Worried works best when he is given a list of tasks that need to be done. He will see that they are done and that they are done in the correct order without question unless he notices something that is truly ineffective and can be improved in some way.

Knack with Technology: Not everyone has a mind that can understand how various pieces of human technology works, but Worried seems to have a knack for understanding how the pieces are meant to fit together... almost like solving a puzzle.

Some knowledge of history: Unlike many humans currently alive (and most others from Equestria), Worried actually does have some knowledge about human history before the Rending. He seeks to learn more of it through.

Basic Firearm Training: While it doesn't happen often, sometimes Worried has to leave the relative safety of the few civilized places left for pony and human kind. Considering all the nasty things currently roaming the world, being able to operate a firearm is rather useful.

◇Relics, Spells, and Techniques◇
None. Worried Mind doesn't understand magic in the slightest and doesn't have the mind in order to really understand or use it. Honestly, he kind of hates how chaotic and senseless the rules behind it seem to be and would honestly rather live in a world where it doesn't exist.

◇Gear◇

Pony Made Clothing: Worried's clothing is pony made and is thus pretty well put together. Currently, he favors wearing a white t-shirt, a warm blue hooded jumper and a pair of loosely fitting dark blue jeans with a black belt. He also wears a pair of black (if somewhat worn) workboots with a steelcap in the toe area.

Backpack: A simple backpack, you never know when one will be useful.

Glasses: He wears glasses during all of his waking hours unless he is asleep or bathing. They are prescription glasses and he needs to visit an optometrist every few years in order to have them adjusted.

Equestrian made Rifle: The world is a dangerous place outside of the towns... and even in the towns when the Rendered launch a serious attack. Even if an Equestrian rifle would have been more at home in the early days of WW1, it's still useful for protecting oneself.

[User]
Crepuscular Rays
Location: Bellbrooke Reform School
Interacting with: (Following Beeline @Ramzam

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After the tip, Rays set off again, this time headed for the old human castle that had been re-purposed into a reform school for reeducating human youths. He cast notice-me-not once he was outside the adventurer's hall and kept it active as he traversed the city streets and the path to the school.

He reached the front door just as a brown unicorn called out into the entryway, "Hello? I'm here to see the headmaster."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

Rays allowed his notice-me-not spell to fail as he approached the other unicorn from behind. After a quick prestidigitation to clear the snow of his legs, he joined Beeline in the old castle's entry hall. Spotting a bench, he pulled out a book and sat down to wait for their presence to be noticed by the school's denizens.

[Assistant]
Thundering Cloud

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Cloud's eyes remained on the snowy horizon, not allowing herself to be distracted by the climate and general sounds of merriment coming from the town behind her. Unlike a few of her fellow guards, Cloud relished in her position, and found a sort of solace in pacing the walls, making sure that all of those behind her were safe and free to go about their day.

Her quiet observation was interrupted, however, when the speakers on the wall crackled to life and a gentle, mechanical voice called out.

"Guard Shift 2 will commence wall duty. Sections 3 and 5 will report to castle walls for patrol duty."

Cloud shouldered her spear, and then heard a groan from her left. One of her fellow guards, a maroon unicorn who held his spear to his side with magic, had a rather sour expression. He turned to her, frown turning slightly upwards.

"Is that us, Cloud?"

Of course, Cloud already knew what section she was on, but she smirked, making it a point to motion towards a sign on the guard's side of the wall with her spear. The sign hidden from outside view by the crenellations on the wall, and displayed the number "5" in neat, black paint.

"You already know, Battlement. Off to the castle we go."

The unicorn groaned again, although he did it as he got moving. Of course, Thundering Cloud knew Towering Battlements well. His groaning and moaning was more for humor than actual complaining.

And so, they, along with several other guards, a mix of reformed humans and ponies, a group with a drastic slant towards the equine persuasion.

Secretly, Cloud enjoyed patrolling the castle walls the most. Sure, the Reform School was behind her, but to her, the school held mostly positive memories. She hadn't been one of those problem children, and she never quite understood the desire to run away from the safety of the castle walls.

Whether this was a testament to her prospects as a city guard or to the Equestrian mind-clearing spells, she'd never know.

Another half hour passed, and she was happily looking over the town from the castle's high walls. From here, she could see the whole town and the forests past it, gaze into the ocean that Bellbrooke was nestled against. She sighed, leaning against her spear slightly, eyes captivated by the constant rhythm of the waves.

Someone tapped her in the side with a spear, and she jumped slightly.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," came the voice of Battlements, smirking like a bandit.

"Stuff it, you know it's beautiful out here."

The gates at the castle walls opened to receive someone, and immediately she snapped back into attention. She did her best to look "guardly", hoping the helmet would hide her flustering for being caught at ease like this. Curiously, she looked to see who had entered, and when it was a brown unicorn, she looked back out. He was an adventurous looking type. The kind of individual she'd seen enter the Reform school before.

For the life of her, she couldn't understand why the headmaster was so keen on bringing those kinds of people into the school.

And so she remained on watch.

[User]
Location: Bellbrooke Reform School

If there was one thing that pony kind could be counted on, it was the fact that they as a species had decided early on in their history to shy away from the idea of total war; That wasn't to say that they weren't ready or willing to protect themselves or those that mattered to them, but that the idea of waging a war solely to exterminate their chosen enemy and everything that they had built from the world had simply never occurred to them...

Unfortunately, this also had the nasty side effect of making it difficult for Worried Mind to actually get funding for what he was trying to do. Most of the humans he had interacted with also didn't quite understand it either, but that was more because few bothered to try and research human history like he did rather then having a state of mind in which the concept of a nuclear weapon was alien. Ponies just didn't understand why any race would create a device that could not only utterly annihilate a large area, but also blight it and make it toxic for decades to come as well as roasting an even larger area outside of the initial blast zone and unleashing pure poison into the world that would sicken and kill people hundreds of kilometers away... let alone understand why anyone would create enough of these devices to effectively end all life on the planet at least twenty times over.

Granted Worried couldn't help but feel that he was missing information that was messing up his equations about just how bad the 'Cold War' could have gotten if the situation had truly gone south and that the actual number of how many times the world could have been destroyed was higher then it actually was, but the fact that the powers that be in a pre-Rending world felt that they needed to have the ability to end the world and everything on it several times over just to make sure everyone was good and dead was horrifying to the extreme.

And those weapons were still out there, hidden away in vaults and solos without anyone to maintain or dismantle them safely, their whereabouts lost when the old government was destroyed in the Rending...

Ponies didn't quite understand that these weapons were still a threat to the world because most of them simply couldn't wrap their head around something like that existing in the first place. Which made getting bits in order to fund research and exploration trips to try and locate the damn things somewhat difficult... and forcing Worried to have to take odd jobs in order to earn the additional funding he desperately needed.

He had been stationed in Bellbrooke for some time, looking for odd jobs to earn bits and leads to follow. While he wasn't one for social events and the like, he liked to think that he had enough of a professional relationship with the Mayor that they would point him in the right direction if either of them came up and that friendship had paid off; With his rifle resting in his lap as he sat down at a chair, he waited in the waiting room of the Headmaster of the Bellbrooke Reform School in order to meet with the pony who seemed to have a job offer going.

He didn't really know all that much about Headmaster Blueblood personally, but he had heard that he had offered jobs before... through sometimes people didn't come back from them. No harm in hearing him out at least.