[System]
Apparent Age: 19
Actual Age: 35
Gender: Male

Race/Faction: Human "Sanguinist" / Aligned with Vampires

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120 lbs.

Appearance
Sindile looks much younger than his actual age due to his lineage as a Sanguinist. His hair also takes on a supernatural appearance, favoring colors from a dark bluish purple to black. His skin is milky white and his eyes are a dark shade of violet.

Bio: Petros Januarius was born from the ancient Lazarus line of Sanguinists, humans blessed with supernatural properties in their blood. At a very young age, Petros was orphaned when his parents and most of his family were murdered by fanatic werewolves. At the same time, many other Sanguinist families were slaughtered for their association with vampires, when it was believed that they would disrupt the balance of power between the three great inhuman races. On the same night of his family's murder, an African Blackblood vampire rescued the young Petros, and rechristened him as Sindile Eleazar.

Hiding under his new name, Sindile was adopted by a coven of vampires somewhere in the mid-east coast of the United States. As he grew, the young Sanguinist learned how to harness the power of his supernatural blood. Though without any surviving Sanguinists to teach him, which was the tradition that a Sanguinist mentor takes an apprentice, Sindile had to rely on ancient texts which his vampire foster family acquired for him. Sindile then left foster care, and forever grateful for his night-walking allies, decided to transfer to New York where he would assist the covens at the city that never sleeps.

Sindele Eleazar is employed by Noctis Progen Inc (stylized as NP), a multinational media corporation secretly run by vampires. Officially known as a "Business Relations Consultant," Sindele actually works as a field agent and liaison between NP and vampiric covens. His job is to keep the peace between inhuman entities such as vampires, werewolves, and hybrids.

Personality: Charismatic and alluring, Sindile has come a long way from his tragic background, making himself easily approachable and irresistible--thanks to a few tips from female nightwalkers. He is enthusiastic about his job, and loves meeting new people. While completely human and associated with vampires, Sindile values all walks of life.

Powers: The Blessing of the Sanguinist- According to legend, the resurrected Lazarus of Bethany, by the power of Christ, was the first Sanguinist. Descending from the Line of Lazarus, Sindile's abilities lie within the supernatural properties of his blood.
* Blood Reserve- Through centuries, never has it been known for a Sanguinist to die from blood loss. Sindile can slowly bleed for days and only feel mild fatigue. In the past, this made Sanguinists incredibly valuable to vampires, who could act as a virtually endless blood supply. However, there is such thing as bleeding too much. A Sanguinist can fall into a short coma if fed on without intervals of rest.
* Increased Healing Rate- Sanguinists can heal at a much faster rate than normal humans, depending on the severity of the open wound. Lacerations from blades weapons can close over a good night's rest, with scarring taking place immediately after and disappearing in a couple of days. Fractures will take just a few days to heal when properly cast.
* Peak Human Condition- Sanguinists have evolved over the centuries in order to compete with their inhuman contemporaries. No stranger to danger, Sindile has learned to outrun inhumans, and could hold off on his own in a fight against one or more of them for a short while. As a survivor, however, Sindile focuses on ending fights early through dirty tactics and brute force. He would bring silver laced weapons and UV ray emitters to a standoff against one with fangs and claws. He does this to compensate for the reality that he is truly weaker than a blood-deprived vampire and a starved werewolf.
* Clairvoyance- By touching the blood of another, through skin contact or tasting, Sindile get a glimpse into their memories. The experience can be described as seeing through another's eyes. This ability is the most useful to Sindile's job as a peacekeeper, helping to bring to justice any wrongdoers that he can implicate through his visions.

Other: The name Sindile is of African origin, meaning survivor.

[User]
"I don't understand why I shouldn't come back? You're in danger there Adalaide. I can protect you if I'm actually there." Adalaide's closest sibling, her brother Francis, had called her exactly forty five minutes ago, and yet they were still on the phone and still basically on the same subject as what he opened with.

"Francis I will say this one more time and this time I expect you to listen to me. By myself, I am safer than if any member of our family were here. If you were here, instead of focusing on protecting myself, I would be focusing on protecting you and vise versa on you protecting yourself. I need to be here, you do not and by being here you would just put an unnecessary target on your back. Enjoy Milan brother, it's truly a beautiful city and I worry you're not benefiting as much as you could be. I'll keep you updated with this situation, I promise. Give all my love to mother and Aunt Annalise." Adalaide gave her final word and Francis sighed before giving in to her argument.

"Fine sister, if you think you know best then I will trust you, but at the first sign you're in trouble I'm coming back to New York and dragging you out of there kicking and screaming if I have to. Do you understand me Adalaide?" Francis and Adalaide managed to get off the phone with the call coming in just under an hour.

"We've arrived ma'am." Adalaide smiled appreciatively at her driver, Thomas. He had been her driver for 25 years now, and she paid him generously for his secrecy. She also paid him for doing things like knowing when she was about to end a call and arriving at their destination just as she finishes.
"Thank you Thomas. I don't know how long I'll be so just go home. I'll see you tomorrow." Adalaide smiled at him as she exited her car and made her way to the door of the bar. She flashed her fangs at the guard before entering. She didn't immediately join Anya and what looked like Norman Perry, mostly because she didn't particularly enjoy either of their company. She came because she knew her particular skills would be needed eventually and she wasn't one to avoid the inevitable for an extended period of time.

After she lingered for a smidge under rude, Adalaide joined Anya and Perry at the bar.
"Cognac, neat please." Adalaide asked the bartender as she sat on a barstool. She made eye contact with both Anya and Perry.
"Why am I here? I'm not a fighter, I'm a mediator and if he's here, I have a feeling you're not in a mood to talk with anyone." Adalaide raised an eyebrow at Anya, since she was the one to call the meeting.

[Assistant]
Hector Calava, who was seated at Bastian's left side, nodded thoughtfully. Letting the cops deal with this was reasonably close to standard procedure. Running headlong into a gang war was downright suicidal, especially compared to giving some choice hints to the police and giving them the information and motive they needed to put the boot to whoever's antagonizing them. At times, it was best to simply let nature take its course. However, this time was a bit different.

"Unfortunately," Hector said brusquely, "we may not have time to let the police figure this out for themselves."
Hector crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Whoever's doing this has got our colors and knows where we work. With all due respect, chalking it up to hunters or vampires is only one of many options-- it would be best to aim for the simplest answers first."

Hector held up one finger.
"Either we got some goons knuckling in on our territory," Hector held up a second finger. "Or we got someone on the inside."

Hector didn't bother to look around the room for anyone's reactions. That avenue of investigation generally did nothing to score a reliable conviction. He spoke up again, matter-of-factly.

"I say we should mount an investigation. Check out the crime scenes and find out how they happened, and decide who's doing this from there."

[User]
Anya had simply continued to watch the patrons of the bar for quite some time, she was about ready to leave when Norman showed up. She arched a brow quizzically at him when he asked her about some plan, "Plan? Uh...I was about to..go home and take a shower..maybe?" She told him, confused entirely.

What plan? she thought to herself. Things got increasingly more confusing when Adalaide asked why she had been called her. "Uh...." Anya started. What plan? Why are they asking me for a plan...I thought they just came by to say hi..uh...Shit gotta think of something. She thought to herself.

Did I call them here and just forgot?.... "Um..right..the uh..plan and reason I called you guys here." She began nervously, staring at her drink and sloshing the contents around absent mindedly.

"Um..well....I was going to..ask for your opinions?" She said, half smiling, her face red in embarrasment. "Uh..I..I'll be honest. I don't remember even calling you here. I'm not sure if I did or not." She finished laughing nervously.

"Buuuut. Asking for your opinions does sound like the most solid thing to do..so...opinions?" She asked, looking between the two. She absolutely hated being the center of attention, she would have never called a meeting by herself, the question remained who did?

Outside the Zone, several rooftops away, was a shadowy figure in a long coat watching who entered and who left the Zone. "Everything is going according to plan..." The man spoke with a rough voice, a grin plastered across his face.

His cellphone rang and he answered, "Silver Moon is currently in a meeting, confirmed." The mans grin grew wider, things were all going to plan, and quite perfectly so. "Set the charges for 10 minutes and activate them, be sure to send me a picture of the fireworks." The man replied, closing his old burner phone and pulling out a small detonator.

With a press of the button on top, 10 bricks of C4 hidden around the Zone were activated. What the explosion didn't kill, he would move in to mop up.

[Assistant]
Bastian let out a long, deep laugh at Alissa's suggestion.

"Ahahaha! Still getting acclimated, I see. Hector's right. Even if we could ask the pigs for help, they'd take far too long to dig anything up. It's also true we need to mount an investigation. And though it pains me to say this..." the werewolf's face grew solemn. He instinctively reached for a cigarette, before stopping himself and entwining his fingers.
"Alissa, you're a pup, and your face isn't known. This layer of anonymity makes you perfect for spying. The leeches know my face, otherwise I'd do it myself. I'd like to send Hector, but his reputation rivals my own. Still..." he leaned back.

"She'll be vulnerable by herself. Eavesdropping and spying would be safest if Alissa took the lead, posing as whatever alias she needed. Hector could tag along in case it goes south. Obviously, you should both keep your identities hidden, but if Hector's recognized talking to her in public... try to pass her off as your human friend. Or girlfriend; it doesn't matter as long as you keep your stories straight."

[User]
For a moment the world was on fire.

There was no sign of the Zone's bouncer, instead the entrance he guarded was now a burning pile of rubble. It was not so much the explosion that proved to be near deadly. Rather the debris made of concrete, metal and glass could easily cut through human tissue.

Sindile was a bloody mess. His ears rang from the deafening blast and his vision was clouded from a mix of dust and smoke. His body ached from lacerations, and shrapnel caused a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. An elongated metal object had impaled him, no bigger than the size of his forearm. With a shameless shriek of mind-numbing pain, Sindile yanked it off and angrily tossed it aside. He took a moment to breathe, waiting for the pain to subside. He rolled to the side first, getting a better view of the horror before him.

This was no hell, but it's the closest anyone could get in this world. As luck would have it, Sindile was outside the bar, having been vehemently denied admission to the Zone because of his race. Sindile recalled the brute's savage racial insults, wondering now of the fate of the sunglasses-wearing tall numb skull. Sindile crawled toward the damage, having realized that the explosion threw him at quite the distance. The pain was beginning to diminish as his Sanguinist lineage began the slow healing process. He stood this time and gingerly walked towards the Zone. He prayed he would find survivors. As a Sanguinist, he could feed them and never die from blood loss. Hopefully his open wounds could be detected, at least by those who were fortunate enough to endure.

"Is anyone alive?" He called out.

God help them. Everyone will be crying for blood.


[System]
Age: In her mortal form, she appears to be in her mid to-late 20s.
Race: Elf/Dragon (Guardian)

Inherited Abilities:

Elf Form: Shadow Jumping

Dragon Form:
-Death Fog:Like all dragons, Unamia has a special breath ability. Unlike most dragons, however, who typically breathe fire, Unamia's breath is different. Death Fog is an ability given to Unamia by the God of the Abyss himself. A noxious fume flows from Unamia's jaws, coating yards of enemies in a sheen of fumes toxic enough to kill.

-Banshee Cry: The Banshee Cry is a sound no one wants to hear. Although Unamia can direct it toward an enemy, the cry itself causes one's blood to run cold, and those in its path soon find themselves lost in madness.

Acquired Abilities:
-Shadow Warrior: Not quite foolish enough to go completely un-armed in mortal form, she does much prefer hand to hand close-quarters combat. While she cannot always overpower her opponent with brute force, she can typically use her speed and agility to out-maneuver them. Her weapons of choice, when armed, are a flexible enchanted staff and short dagger.

-Spirit Perception: All of Unamia senses are heighted compared to those of normal mortals. She can see as clearly in the dark as on the brightest day, and hear the sound of a falling stone in the midst of a crowded market.
-Spirit Consumption: Wandering spirits cover the earth now, and Unamia is able to tap in, or consume their essence. With every nearby death friend of enemy, she grows stronger, faster, and even heals rapidly in the midst of a battlefield.

Appearance:

Personality: Unlike most of her elders, Unamia does not have the patience or wisdom one would associate with living for millennia. She retains a rather youthful demeanor; good humor offset by her own pride, vanity, and quick temper. The resentment she once held for mortals has mostly faded, to be replaced with a sort of amusement; a similar regard most would have towards kittens or small children. Despite the restrictions to using her dragon form she enjoys her time on the mortal plane for its newness and constant change: She adores excitement in all forms and can even be optimistic when things don't go according to plan; granted something hasn't come about to raise her temper.

History: Unamia is the second the carry the name 'Death Bringer'. The first was her own mother, Desrem who had the title for a very different reason. Desrem did Ral's purpose; she led the dead to the afterlife, but was killed in the early days of the great purge. Despite orders and many advising against it, the mere centuries old Unamia went on a rampage of vengeance in Darrodell. The destruction and havoc she caused play its own role in helping old king persuade the other kingdoms to join him in the purge, thus leading to more deaths of her kind; a great many of which where Ral's remaining guardians. An injury severe enough to force Unamia to sleep for several years saved her from the final purges. Upon wakening, Ral bestowed her mother's title on her and she became his chosen guardian until there came a time the dragon lords could return.

[User]
Clop clop clop

Denrig's pony clopped lazily along the cobbled path. Seemingly oblivious to its rather ominous surroundings. Or maybe as a Dwarven mining pony it was just more accustomed to the enveloping darkness offered by forest than the light of the open sky. The way the tree branches seemed to intertwine together until they formed a single, roof like structure almost reminded Denrig of home. But the roof of his hold was made out of stone. Not wood. And while the dwarves did have lumber parties to harvest wood from the trees in the mountain ranges. It was nothing like this. Just just being surrounded on all sides. They made more noise than stone too. Stone was quiet and hard. The only noise stone made was when it echoed other noises. But trees groaned. They rustled and even creaked sometimes. It was unnerving and Denrig didn't like it.
This enclosed forest was just as foreign to his mind as a wide open meadow. Luckily he wasn't claustrophobic, something that would be quite impossible for a dwarf to be. But still this wasn't like the tunnels and enclosed hallways of a stronghold. This was different. More sinister. The the roots of the trees writhed and swarmed over the the ground in such a way that it made moving any faster than the leisurely clop he was currently moving impossible. He hated trees and he hated forests. How the other races tolerated these things, much less lived near them or gods forbid in them. He would never know.

The hardest part about living on the surface was getting used to the sky. It was just so.... so open and just there. There was nothing at all above his head and for those first few days especially he white-knuckle gripped his reins as if he would fall upwards into that nothingness. But soon fear turned into annoyance because open sky also meant unpredictable weather. One thing that Denrig realized he took for granted in the mountains was that weather 'inside' a mountain was always the same. Always the same temperature and rain was and storms were obviously not concerns in the slightest. Even cycles of day and night were more represented by the hours that there were less torches and fires lit than when there were more. But out here it took some hard learning to get accustomed to the changing weather. And he got soaked to the bone twice before he learned what darkened skies and grey clouds meant.

He pulled out the old parchment map that was given to him before he embarked on his journey. It was probably older than his father, maybe even as old as his grandfather but it represented the only records of non Dwarven lands that his stronghold had. Two hundred years of isolation left both sides with woefully inadequate understandings of the other sides landscapes. While the Dwarven hold's didn't change significantly in location in that time he was told that it might not be the same in human lands. Two hundred years was along time for humans and entire countries could rise and fall over such a period. So he was pretty much screwed and now this dated map that was supposed to lead him to a once thriving village that his hold had extensive trade relations with once upon a time, was now seemingly buried under foliage and tree roots. If it wasn't for the fact that there clearly was a road under all of this he would have thought he was moving in the wrong direction entirely this whole time.

He swore at length in his native tongue. A string of harsh flinty words that were spat out into the air from bearded lips. He kept grumbling until he heard voices up ahead. Voices that definitely were not Dwarven. He assumed they were human even though he had never met one or heard one speak. But it was the most likely assumption to make. His back straightened and he perked up. Maybe there still was a village in this depressing forest after all! It was a good place to start.

"Come on girl."

Spurring his pony off in the direction of the voices. The beast was short and muscled from years of labour in dwarven mines. As much of a 'dwarf amongst horses' as Denrig was a dwarf amongst humans. Luckily it was also docile and was easily spurred to it's riders bidding. Only neighing once before trotting off in a new direction.

[Assistant]
The young woman responded negatively at his questions. This made Fredrick very upset as he closed his eyes and looked the other way. After opening them he saw another guy in the distance, coming close to this place. "Well it looks like this fire is attracting all kinds I see." He said turning his view back to the girl only to see her extremely scared and backing out towards what seemed like a hole or something. Although the hole was kind of small, her slender figure could probably fit inside. Fredrick rolled his eyes at her reaction to him. "You have no reason to be afraid of me okay? I only hurt those that deserve it." He said. "Here. I'm putting my sword away if that's what scares you." He said as he slided his sword back in it's sheath.

Fredrick decided to face the facts and give up on chasing that thief. He had slim chances or catching him in this darkness, even though he was hurt and likely to be bleeding, and besides, he got his stuff back so that's what was more important. He took one more look at the guy in the distance and then back at the girl. "So what do you say if I use your fire for the night?" He said as he sat down in front of the fire. "I was going to make one for myself but it's a shame since this one is already available." He continued as he removed his cloak, placing it on the ground next to him and putting his side bag on his lap, opening it, putting the waterskin inside and pulling out something covered in paper and tied with a string.

He took one more look at the girl who was still standing next to that hole with her stuff in her hands and a terrified face. "You can stay there all night if you wish, it matters less to me! Once the morning comes i'll be on my way anyway." He said as he removed the paper, revealing a large piece of beef, preserved with salt so it dosen't rot. He then put the paper that covered it on the edge of the fountain and put the meat on it as he pulled out his dagger, started cutting a piece and then stabbing it with a stick that was near him, putting it to roast on the edge of the fountain. After all that he wrapped the meat back in paper, tied it with the string and put it back in the bag.

"So? Are you really gonna stay there all night?" He asked as he grabbed his dagger and put it back in the sheath. Then he went back to his bag and pulled out a nice green apple, showing it to her. "Apple? No? Suit yourself!" He continued as he put the apple back in the bag and grabbed the stick, checking on the meat. It didn't take long for the cold and refreshing air of the night around too fill with the smell of roasting beef. "It looks like we have a shy one over there." Said Fredrick as he kept taunting her, hoping to get a reaction, and he pointed to the strange guy in the distance. Whether or not he was dangerous it didn't matter to him. If he was enjoying his life he better not be.

[User]
There was still magic in the wilds. It was stagnant and unused but it lingered there despite the time that had passed and those who had sought to be rid of it. Bandits and refugees where the only few who wandered so far from known civilizations now. Still, very little had changed from the last time Unamia had visited the place; the trees remained large enough she nearly felt comfortable enough to fly over them without being seen. Nearly, but she was too close now and there would be no way of knowing the man's reaction to seeing a dragon. Even if he himself where a demon. That had been a surprise; never before had she followed close enough to get so close but the shadows of the forest gave her the confidence to approach. It made things clearer; the varying gossip she had collected had hardly seemed connected to the same person. One a large but restrained man who barely spoke, other stories of an equally-large near monster who swung in blind rage with unnatural strength. Now she was half a day's travel ahead of him; at least at his speed. She had just come to the edge of the ruins the day before, at least as far as she could tell it had been a day, and found a group of bandits. Unsettled by the forest as they already where, the young men unused to elves and magic, had moved rather quickly after a brief 'haunting' she had given. While it had been a bit of excitement for her, they had been at least 6 in number, and she doubted both their willingness to abandon a prime spot for camp, sheltered as it was, and her ability to fight them alone in her current form. There was also the girl, uncomfortably close to both Unamia and her charge, but she was a young, small thing who was unlikely to be a threat to either.

She looked up towards the canopy, not that it gave any signs to the time of day. Birds where still making sounds, so it wouldn't be night just yet. A sharp snap to the left drew her attention and she waked five paces to collect a small rabbit, stunned and hanging by a rope attached to its ankle. She was careful to snap its neck quickly, before it could let out a shriek; then froze as it twitched in her hands. There was a smell of smoke, she collected her rope, prey, and staff quickly and retreated to the darker shadows. It came from the east, when she had come from. The girl or the demon? She jumped through shadows, pausing only briefly every few moment to judge her position and listen for voices. It was the demon she saw first; though he had reverted to his human illusion and after a moment it was clear why. The girl she had seen before was the source of the fire, barely a few feet away and clearly terrified when he approached; despite his disguise. With her saw a human man, that was a surprise; she hadn't seen any sign of him previously. A slight twinge of worry at that, but she didn't hesitate too long before showing herself clearly, coming from behind the wall the fire was glowing against; the opposite direction the others had come from.

 "You're terrifying the girl, or was that your intent?" She spoke quietly from behind the unknown man, but was unable to completely mask the amusement in her voice.
 "And you may want to come out of the shadows so she can see you're not a monster either." A nod in the direction of the demon, then she quickly looked down into her small bag, part to retrieve the dead rabbit, part to conceal her smile. It was still warm, but no longer moving. A hopefully more sympathetic look plastered on her face, she offered it to the girl.
 "Warmth and light can draw many friends in this lonely place, and I thank you, as I have need of some friends at the moment." The dwarf was armed, and there was a sword by the girl, but that fact she wasn't holding it, terrified as she was, spoke volumes. Still, mercenary or no, few came into the wilds if they had better options available.  "If anyone where here to rob you they would have tried already, as it is weapons are sheathed and food offered. It may be best for you to sit and eat something before you faint. Then we'll talk."


[System]
"You're a disease, and I'm the cure."
Alias:

Age:

Appearance:

Power/Skills: Very skilled rider on his motorcycle. Also quite an expert at wielding his primary weapons of choice. Beyond that, not much beyond a seemingly ghostly or phantom-like aura about him.

Equipment:
Mauser C96
Ithaca 37
Side-Bar Police Baton
Harley-Davidson Flathead motorcycle
Bowie Knife with a strange symbol engraved on the blade

Personality:
Dedicated, Determined, Angry, Mysterious, Merciless

Brief Bio:
Hector DiLorenzo was an officer with a promising career in the SCPD. He was a motor unit, and thus issued a standard flathead motorcycle to serve as his primary transportation for patrols and pursuits. But he was also known for carrying a couple of personal weapons as a preference, namely his Mauser C96 which he first used when fighting in the trenches of The Great War. But he also carried a bowie knife with a unique engraving on the blade, a keepsake and family heirloom that just so happens to also serve as a suitable backup weapon.

But all that changed after a few short years on the force. DiLorenzo accidentally discovered corruption within his own motorcycle division. Apparently they were sharing a cut of the profits from a local mob boss's bootleg operation. But because DiLorenzo wouldn't let himself be paid off, he was marked for assassination. His own former partners sabotaged his bike in order to arrange an accident, then shot him for good measure. By all accounts, he should have died.

Instead, he heard what sounded like the call of a woman's voice. Telling him to awaken, to rise and take his vengeance on those who had betrayed him. He awoke, alive against all odds. He'd been found and nursed back to health by a man who owned a dairy farm not far from the site of DiLorenzo's "accident". The ex-cop remained there for a brief time, enough to heal and to repair his wrecked motorcycle. After that he rode off into the night, becoming the spirit of vengeance known only as "Lawman". And while his ex-partners were his primary targets, he decided there was no harm in dishing out some retribution to other criminals along the way.

Notes: The bowie knife he carries once belonged to Nathan H. Bedford - Hector's grandfather on his mother's side. Nathan had fought against the forces of General Sherman during the Meridian Campaign of the Civil War. He, too, was shot and left for dead only to miraculously survive and live to fight another day. He was carrying the bowie knife when it happened, and the knife has remained in the family as an heirloom ever since.

[User]
In the 1930's, Steel City was 'the place to be.'

Rules:

1.) My word is law.

2.) Obey the law.

3.) No back-to-back posting.

4.) PAY ATTENTION TO HEALTH AND POST COUNT! HEALTH SHOULD BE LISTED BELOW EACH ATTACK OR DEFENSE MOVE!
 a.) Health will be reset every two Levels [10 posts].

5.) Make sense. If your hero used basic melee punches and kicks along with other moves make sure it's clear in the post! ROLEPLAY BETWEEN THE LINES! Meaning don't be scared to get a little descriptive when not in the throes of battle.

6.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions or just ask to collaborate in the discord. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!

7.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.

8.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.

9.) "I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move" is not an excuse to halt posting.

10.) There is no rule #10.

11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (none ATM) will take control and their word will then be law.

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It was a little past two o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and a pair of individuals couldn't wait to get away from Eisner High School. Just on the edge of Kings Bay, it was the largest of three high schools in Steel City. Unknown to the students and faculty, there was more than one hero under their roof. Several weeks ago Jake Johnson found one of the mystical instruments of the Piper and soon after adopted the identity of Boy Blue. The other just so happened to be a decorated war hero turned history teacher and the hero Professor Ironside. Both of them caught one another glancing up at the clock on the wall. There was a large flash of light down the street, and it was obvious who was causing trouble… Mister Brightside.

"Can I go to the restroom, Mr. Warren?" Jake asked from the back of the classroom.

"Class ends in thirty-two and a half minutes. Be patient, Mr. Johnson." responded the metal handed history teacher.

The teacher knew the boy wanted a way out to go play hero, he wasn't oblivious. In the weeks since Jake found the mystical instrument, Prof. Ironside saved the boy no less than six times. The kid was just too damn curious for his own good. One day he'd challenge the Copper Kids Gang, the next he was trying to take on some costumed idiot downtown making a scene. After he wore some blue clothes the Tribune gave him the alias Boy Blue and he started wearing a simple mask to help conceal his identity. The clock continued to creep ever so slowly towards two forty-five… and freedom.

Across town an undead man staggered through Kirby Park. Most of the locals just assumed the man had been drinking. They could never imagine that he was once dead and reanimated as a puppet of Doctor Death. Death sent letters to the police and taunted their every move. He had ties to the Tribune and sent letters to them as well, and not all of them were reprinted for the masses to read. Now his creation, his 'Death Man', approached a small child playing roughly twelve feet from her mother who was busy talking to another parent.

[Assistant]
Murphy sat on a park, drinking from a flask of water. He nervously adjusted his coat, looking around as if he was waiting for something. Which was, of course, what he was doing, but even to him, it was unclear what he was waiting for. There were probably better things for him to be doing - the professor had sent him out to grab some prints, the custodian was looking to schedule a visit soon, and Vincent had asked him to pick up some donuts on the way back. But Murphy... had a feeling.

Oh how he hated the phrase, so frustratingly vague and undescriptive. But even if it dealt in vagueries, the Moth God had been right every time. He didn't know what would happen, or when it would happen, or precisely where it would happen. For someone like him who liked to be right on time, it was a hairpulling experience. But something always would happen, some disaster would strike just when Murphy convinced himself he had imagined the impulse, and he would throw himself into the fray once again. Whatever occurred in the park today, the Magnificent Moth Man would be there to help. It was what he had to do, and the occassional Tribune headline focused on him didn't hurt either.

Murphy checked his watch impatiently. He hoped that whatever it was that happened, it would happen soon. He hoped that he could at least get to the print shop before it closed.

[User]
It didn't take James long to hear about the commotion in town and it took him less time to jump into action. He'd lucked out by not having anything on the agenda for the day, simply spending it mulling around home and taking a load off after an eventful weekend. The calm was luckily interrupted by some real action with the flash of lights seen from his home's window and an intercepted call to the police.

Rushing to his wardrobe, James removed the faux back panel to reveal his costume, of which he quickly donned. There was another flash as James scrambled upstairs and onto his roof. Through athletics, trial and error James now had a good idea of how far he could leap roof to roof before needing to clamber back down to street level and make the rest of his journey the layman's way. Luckily for James his route let him stay atop the building until he was a block away from the commotion. Deftly moving down to the street, James would lurk around the corner or one of the nearby building and scope out just what Mister Brightside was up to before making his own move.

[Assistant]
"This is where the Law stops, and I start."

It was the cold of night. The sun had set over Steel City over three hours ago. The outskirts of town were pitch black, lit only by occasional flashes of lightning as the rain poured down and thunder rumbled in the distant skies. On the old road approaching a dairy farm, a patch of road was dimly lit by the flaming wreckage of a motorcycle. The dim light revealed a masculine figure laying nearby. Shot in the back, the uniformed policeman lay face down in a muddy puddle of blood and water. His right hand clutched the handle of a Mauser CP6 pistol, while the left hand clutched the handle of a Bowie knife.

The symbol engraved on the blade almost appeared to pulsate with a soft glow in time with the flashes of lighting and flickering of the nearby flame. A haunting wind whispered its way across the scene, washing over the surely dead man. And when mixed with the pattering and splashes of raindrops, one could swear a distant voice could be just made out among the blowing wind.

"Rise."

After moments of nothing happening, a bolt of lighting struck much nearer than any previous. The accompanying thunder roared alongside the now-howling wind. The distant whisper became a closer, more sharply-toned command.

Rise!"

Hector's eyes shot open and he bolted upright in his cot. He looked around at his surroundings, confirming that he was indeed in the abandoned barn that he had repurposed into a hideout. It was spacious enough to park his bike inside of like a garage, and located outside of town where he would be allowed solitude and privacy. Hector wiped cold sweat from his face and stood upright. Sunlight peaked through the occasional cracks and spacing between planks, informing him that it was daytime - though he wasn't sure what time it was specifically. Even so, he set about his usual wake up routine.

He grabbed a bucket and used it to draw water from a nearby well outside. Then hung the barrel onto a simple pulley system he constructed in order to dump it on himself so that he could wash and clean himself. He turned on the radio of his bike, allowing himself to listen in on SCPD radio chatter while he went about getting dressed. At this time he picked up on some dispatch chatter, officially being labeled as a "drunk and disorderly" incident but with a certain code number attached to it that Hector recognized. It meant that there was a possible Doctor Death connection to this incident that the police were keeping quiet from the public until further investigation.

Hector had heard that name before, as anyone might have. And while he had yet to encounter Death personally, Hector had been diligent in trying to keep the reports of his activities on his radar. Perhaps Doctor Death was just another psychotic freakshow... or maybe he wasn't. Hector had been investigating his "awakening" on the side, trying to piece together how and why he was able to survive something he surely shouldn't have. And there was a possibility - however slim - that this Doctor Death character had an answer. Or, if not that, a clue at least.

In the next moments, Lawman was suited and burst out of the main doors of his barn/hideout aboard his motorcycle. Going on "rides" like this during the day wasn't his usual M.O., but he was willing to buck his own patterns if it meant getting a shot at Doctor Death. With his bike's engine giving its signature haunting roar, he sped into Steel City en route to Kirby Park.


[System]
Race: Exo
Gender: Male
Age n Age:  7 years
Class: Titan - Defender

Ghost: I'd rather RP this out, but I do want to call him Sparky.

Appearance: (PICTURE PENDING) He has a quite specific appearance, kinda looks like a black terminator with purple eyes.

Gear: Helm of Saint-14, Mark of the Pit, the chest and legs are Holdfast Types, and arms are Molniya Type.

W.o.C: Deadshot Luna SR1: A scout rifle given by the faction Dead Orbit. This particular gun is equipped with Full Auto functionality, a magazine filled with explosive rounds, and an ACOG scope.

Secondary - The Vestian Dynasty sidearm. Not a lot of upgrades worth mentioning.

Personality: Dutiful and determined, but not so cold or calculating. Often considered stoic, to a point, and has been known to joke around.

Background: Has been working for Dead Orbit for most of his life as a Guardian, and has shown great interest towards the planet Mars. He has always found himself fascinated by the mysterious nature of the synthetic Vex, and he also holds great admiration and respect for the intimidating might of the Cabal legions.

[User]
Cecelia overheard the pleading Ghost and giggled. "What's so funny, Princess?" Her smartass Ghost asks, apparently not able to recognize the whining the another ghost. "Uh, hello, Einstein. Are you tuning out the Ghost over there needing some cheese with that whine? Or did you think it was a frequency wave?" Cecelia decided if they were going to be in a large group, may as well get to know some people. She walks to the small cluster of Guardians. "Hello. I'm Cecelia. Anybody else know what exactly we're here to do? All I know is we're checking a spot for a person. No clue about mission completion details. Anyone?"
 Einstein, being himself, chimed in "Uh, hello, Princess," mocking Cecelia's previous insult to him. "It's not like the Speaker gives out more info to Guardians who are 'more Guardian-ish' or anything." With a sigh, Cecelia retorts "Will you hush? I'm just trying to make conversation... I'm not good at meeting people, dude. Let me off every once in a while." After a few seonds, in hindsight it was probably calculations, Einstein added "But I do let you off 'every once in a while'. one out of every seven-point-three-seven times, I ignore a chance to add a witty comment." Cecelia, with no good retort, sighs and playfully pushes the Ghost away from her. Einstein let himself float in the pushed direction for about two seconds before swooping back over to Cecelia's side and disappearing to wherever Ghosts disappear to.

[Assistant]
The ghost that was cowering behind its Guardian suddenly flew up to Echo's face, hovering inches away with excitement. Echo tilted back slightly, not having expected the ghost to gleefully approach him so suddenly. When it became apparent that the young ghost's behavior was directly related to Echo referring to it as 'Little Light', he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His cackled laugh was drowned by the incessant pleas of the younger ghost, making Echo even more amused.

Evana let out a sigh, slightly annoyed at Echo's easily amused self. "Please, Echo, behave yourself." She turned to face the entrance, catching sight of more unfamiliar Guardians approaching. "We are in the presence of comrades."

Echo could barely hear her through the younger ghost's plea. "Ha! Oh, man, if I had tear ducts and hands I'd be wiping my eyes right now."

When the Warlock finally gave in to his ghost's request and the pleading stopped, Echo turned to Evana and gestured toward the pair. "I like this kid. He's…" He turned toward the ghost and hovered over to him, peering at him as if evaluating something, "got spunk," he finished. He returned his attention to Evana, his shiny blue eye staring wide at her. "Can we keep him?"

Evana returned a deadpan expression toward her ghost. "I hardly think that's appropriate." She then gave a weak smile to the Warlock, as if to apologize. When the Titan began to walk further into the Hall of Counsil, Evana gestured toward the meeting room. "Let us go, Echo. It's time to find out what this is all about."

Echo turned to face the other Guardians before catching up to Evana, who had already started making her way to the new room. "Don't you want to meet your teammates?" he asked, glancing behind him at the newly arrived Guardians.

"There will be plenty of time for introduction when the Speaker explains our mission."

An electronic sigh emitted from the ghost. "Alright. But, get to know them, yeh? Promise you'll at least try?"

With slight hesitation, Evana replied, "I make no such promise, Echo. Don't ask so much of me."

The ghost peered down as he hovered over her shoulder, grumbling under his breath. "I don't think that's much to ask for at all.." he mumbled. A defeated sigh escaped him. "Whatever you say, Eve," he said, calling her by her nickname.

They reached the door and entered the room, preparing to be debriefed.

[User]
The guardians now gathered enters the hall of council, upfront by an altar like table stood The Speaker surrounded by the head of each city faction and even representing her queen was Petra.
This oughta be rather major...
There was a complete silence, each of Vayen's heartbeat was all she herself heard by now in wait for The Speaker to say his.

You could hear him inhale, "Branded Flame, you have been summoned here due to a common for all of us and that is, Aaron the Ranger. Aaron was a formidible guardian, with more experience than anyone else... However as told to you already his disappearance remains a mystery and further so now when we have found his ghost seemingly alive sending distress signals.
Aaron was a true scout and the best informant we ever had, bearing the light with him. He was last known to be headed for Venus in search for a Golden age regalia, built by mankind for one purpose only, destroying the Darkness which surrounds us...
Yes, there is such a weapon and we fear that Aaron might have found it when something happened to him forcing him to disappear.
You are to track his ghost down, gather all known intel about Aaron and report back to us of what you have found out about him
if possible retrieve his ghost and hand it to me.
If you happen to run into Aaron, engage him with caution and apprehend him but do not trust him, he could very well have been manipulated by the darkness he has faced... Any questions?"

Vayen shook her head, "Sorry Speaker, you talk but I am having a hard time.finding structure in your information... Are you holding back on us?"

"I have told you what you need to know, however any more practical questions are welcome."

Vayen bit her underlip a bit, very disappointed to hear nothing about nothing, vital for the mission at hand... It sounded like finding a needle in the hay stack, though more with a more sucidal tone about it...
She stood facing them all with a clenched fist, "I see..." she replied awaiting her fellow guardians to step u, hopefully they had, she would not bare to exchange more words than felt necessary to the Speaker.

[Assistant]
Hearing all this vague talk of the Guardian-person Aaron, Cecelia starts feeling suspicious, so she speaks up. "Um, Speaker? Sir? I'm also a little confused. Why are we supposed to assume the worst on Aaron's condition? Would it not be quite apparent were we to speak to him? The information you're giving us is very complicated and almost contradictory. I mean, if he's consumed by darkness, why would his ghost send out a distress beacon? And on Earth? If he was supposed to be going to Venus, why wouldn't it be there? And why was a scout sent for something that would have been a lot more suited for a fireteam?"
 The more Cecelia speaks, the more worried she becomes, and the more questions come to mind. She stops asking questions because they might become redundant, but a few key things keep bothering her. Engage him? Don't trust him? His ghost signalling for distress on Earth? A weapon to literally drive away the darkness wouldn't be handheld. It would probably have to be in a cargo ship, wouldn't it? And how are they not aware of anything concerning the mission since him starting it. Wouldn't his ghost have been transmitting something? Gah! What have I gotten myself into...?

[User] "Um sir,this seems like a expert mission do you mind telling me why you would choose a newcomer like me for this mission"Asia asked nervously.She could tell that the other members of her team seemed nervous and suspicious.She too could tell that the council was holding back information but she was in no position to question it.She wasn't sure if she could trust this guy but opted not to show it."geez,I'm in way over my head arnt I"she thought.

[Assistant]
"Ooooooooooh, wow!" Mason marveled as they entered into the Hall of Council. "Now that is a sight!" Mason said turning to look at Atticus. "Don't you think so?"

Atticus couldn't help but marvel along with his ghost. This was the first time he had stepped into the Hall of Council and it was rather intimidating at first. In the entire room the only place to stand was in front of an altar like table upon a raised dais. A row of short windiow near the ceiling let in the light of the setting sun, and depending on the time of day those standing were either blinded by the light or the light bathed those sitting at the table in an ethereal light. For now it was the latter. Sitting in the center of the table was the Speaker, and around the rest of the table sat the Vanguard to his right; Cayde-6, Ikora Rey, and Commander Zavala. The heads of each of the City's factions to his left; Lakshmi-2, Arach Jalaal, and Executor Hideo. At either end of the table sat the remaining members, the cryptarch Master Rahool and the Queen of the Reef's emissary Petra Venj. The sight of all of these people together gave him the impression that he was to be judged, tried, and executed for some crime rather than be sent on a mission for the City.

A soft click coming from Mason dragged him from his thoughts of being judged and he could see the Ghost's eye seeming to focus in on the group at the table. "Are," Another soft click left the Ghost. "Are you taking pictures right now?"

One more click left the Ghost and Mason turned to look at Atticus. "Maybe, I mean it's not like we're gonna get to see something like this to often." Mason looked back at the group at the table. "You think the Speaker will pose for a picture with me?"

"No, I don't!" Atticus said as sternly as he could without laughing at Mason's comment as they neared the center of the room. "Now please just be quiet and let the Speaker talk without any interruption from you."

Mason let out a huff but agreed and remained silent as the Speaker told those gathered more about their mission. From what little intel that they had been given he had gathered that they would be looking for Aaron the Ranger, he had assumed though that they would be looking for a dead man though given the rumors of his death. He was thrown further for another loop at the existence of a weapon designed to combat the Darkness. Vayen had stepped up to speak first for the group, attempting to call out the Speaker on his cryptic way of speaking, but gained no new information. Cecelia was the next to try and get more out of the Speaker, but before he could answer her the newest of the group, Asia, also asked a question of him.

The Speaker waited a moment to gather himself before answering the two. "Aaron's last mission took him to Venus searching for more information on this weapon. He landed at the Ishtar Sink on Venus and we were able to keep track of his position by way of his Ghost. Upon reaching the Ishtar Academy his Ghost went dark." The Speaker looked around at the Guardians, making it look like he was giving himself time to make sure that he wasn't giving away to much. "This was not unusual for the man, he would often do this when he ran into a situation and needed to disappear from the enemy. We here at the city waited. And we waited. And we waited. For months he did not resurface and it was assumed that Aaron's light was lost to us." He returned his attention to Cecelia. "That is until a few days ago when we received a distress beacon coming from here on Earth. We attempted to make contact with the Ghost, but there was no return message from the Ghost or Aaron. Some here believe that the Darkness may be manipulating Aaron, like it has others before, and the Ghost is seeking help before Aaron has a chance to kill the Ghost and keep the intelligence on what happened on Venus a secret."

Atticus felt the need to speak out before the Speaker went on. "Manipulated by the Darkness? Like many believe Dredgen Yor was when he killed those other Guardians, or even like Toland, the Shatter?"

"Yes," The Speaker answered turning to look at Atticus before returning his attention to Cecelia and the rest of her question. "Aaron was sent alone, because he was the first to find the intelligence on the weapon years ago. No other's have yet to find anything on any type of weapon that could combat the Darkness." Feeling he had answered Cecelia's question, although obviously leaving her in a more confused state about the weapon and questioning why she joined this mission, he moved on to answer Asia's question. "You, Guardian," He turned in his chair to face the new Guardian. "Have been chosen to prove yourself and forge your own legend among the Guardians." He gestured towards the other Guardians gathered with her. "Many of those gathered here were a fledgling much like yourself, but over the years they have begun to forge a name for themselves. They were given a chance just like you are now. You may be newly awoken to your role of a Guardian but your Light burns just as brightly as those gathered here, and we see many good things in your future."

[User]
Prophet had been waiting with the other five Guardians, though he stood off to the side and remained silent. He had nothing to say, so why should he talk? Though as his fellow comrades and comrades' Ghosts talked he did not shy away, and instead he listened. This was his way of getting to know them, and was his method of trying to ensure that he did not say the wrong thing...once he decided to speak to them, that is. But none of that thought process mattered once the doors opened to let the Guardians in for the meeting, as Prophet focused on listening to and processing the Speaker's words.

After the Speaker was done there were many questions, and as Prophet began to ponder over the absence of information some of those questions were being answered. For some, that only led to more questions...and for others...well, Prophet wasn't concerned. The extra knowledge was nice and would surely be useful, but asking questions wouldn't get the mission done. Something wasn't quite right about this situation...and Prophet couldn't tell what it was.


[System]
age: Appears about 24
Appearance: standing at about six feet and three inches, Cinead has a rather intimidating presence about him. He has a muscular rounded build to his body, with broad shoulders and a deep chest. His hair is a light chocolatey Brown in color, with infrequent blonde highlights, and has a natural curl to it that makes it crinkle and curl around his ears, forehead and neck. His skin is a darkly tanned caramel, lending an exotic feel to his sharp cheek bones, angled jawline, and his slightly slanted almond shaped eyes. These are hazel in their coloring, a dark green around the outer edges and a lighter caramel color around the pupils. He rarely smiles, but when this does happen, the emotion shows more strongly within his eyes.
 dragon appearance: easily the size of a double-decker bus, Cinead's dragon form has a classically European shape with a long neck and tail, four legs, and a massive pair of bat like wings. Primarily white in color, his throat, chin, belly, and underside of his tail darken to an ashy grey. His scales are then accented with the brightest of crimsons. The scales starting from his snout to about halfway down his long sinewy neck are edged in red along their back halves, The color slowly fading as it extends down onto his neck. Similarly, the same Crimson pattern extends the length of his tail, eventually fading as it reaches the point where the limb connects with his haunches. Each of his large wings appear as if they have been dragged through paint, each outermost tip drenched in The same fiery color with traces of it extending halfway up onto the limbs. Edges of red can also be seen adorning the majority of the scales on each of his paws. His triangular head sports a pair of slender ribbed horns that have a gentle curve to them as they extend away from his skull. In this form, his eyes are a bright golden yellow, with slitted cat like pupils.

[User]
Cinead couldn't help but stare aut Anna for several seconds when she burst out excitedly about unicorns of all things. Unicorns? She had nearly been killed by a fiery pig and been saved by a dragon, and she was excited about the idea of the existence of unicorns? Truly, there were still so many things about humans he didn't understand. True, Unicorns did exist, but they were very, very rare. And no, he didn't know how to find one. Maybe it would be better to hold off telling her that information until a later date...

He then snorted much more loudly when she referred to him as a "lizard"A moment later. Pulling his head back, he gave her a disapproving look before he found himself tilting his head to one side when she spoke of her own secret. What sort of secret would Anna have that she now felt she had to tell him? Glancing briefly down at his own scaly body for a few seconds as he thought of the conundrum of turning back into his human shape and the inevitable nakedness he would indeed have, Cin rose to all fours as he swung his head in the direction of where he had been before he had changed. Gaze running over the grass of the meadow, he quickly located several scraps of fabric that had been his clothing and gathered it together with one of his paws before gathering the material into his mouth and squeezing his way through the trees to a spot behind a clump of bushes. He hoped Anna grasped what he was doing and wouldn't come charging after him in the middle of his transformation.

With a secondary golden shimmer of light, And much concentration, the massive white and red dragon shrank quickly down into his two legged shape, huffing Saufley with the effort it took. Rubbing his hands briefly over his face for a moment, he then crouched down to examine the pile of shredded clothing he had spat out onto the ground. The pants were unfortunately completely useless, as were his underwear and socks, but there was enough of his shirt that he thought he might be able to work it into suitable coverage. At least, enough that it wouldn't make Anna too uncomfortable. With a little bit of creativity and effort, Cin managed to work out a sort of loincloth looking thing that covered up the entirety of his waist and part of his thighs. Not perfect, but it was going to have to do.

Taking in a deep breath, feeling more nervous than ever, Cinead finally quietly padded out from the cover of bushes and walked silently up to Anna, stopping a few feet away where he found himself swallowing hard and unable to articulate the thoughts racing in his head. Instead, he blinked thoughtfully at her, shifting his weight from foot to foot, and braced himself for the worst.

[Assistant]
His disapproving look was met with a sheepish yet still mischievous one. "Ok, I get it, no lizard comments." She giggled, watching him look around for where his shreds of clothes were and picking them up with his mouth. She assumed he had a plan to be able to wear his shreds and hear her secret in person.

As he change back and fixed his clothing situation, Anna took a few deep breathes and tried to figure out what the heck she was going to say. 'Cin, I wanna make out with you and your scaly self?' Too weird and goofy. 'I really like you!' Nah, he'd take it as her reaffirming their friendship. 'Go out with me?' Too straightforward. She mentally warred with herself and froze as he came out to her. Ok, wasn't expecting the loincloth. She figured out how'd she do it, and only hoped he didn't think she was cheesy for it.

"O-Ok...Come here and I'll tell you." She requested a bit softly. As soon as he was close enough, she grabbed his face and kissed him. Cue being shocked with electricity as soon as their lips made contact.

[User]
Of all the things she could have done, all the words she could have said, Cinead had not expected Anna to reach out her hands, take his face between them, and pull his mouth down to meet hers. He had never experienced a kiss himself before that moment, had only seen it portrayed in movies or books, glimpsed couples with their lips pressed together. He didn't realize until that exact moment how powerful such a thing was. As soon as his lips touched Anna's, warm and soft, The strongest surge of electricity and fire he had felt yet coursed through his body. And he realized that she cared for him just as deeply as he cared for her.

In that instant was when it happened. He called forth his magic, Magic he had never dreamed of using, and surrounded him and Anna in it's wash of power. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer to him, lifted her off the ground, and then used one of his hands to hold her face against his, deepening the kiss. As soon as he realized that she was excepting him, still wanted him despite knowing what he was, every cell in his body cried mine! and that's when the magic reached out, took a hold of both of their souls, And bound them together in chains of fire. She was his, he was hers. Cinead, his irises now The brightest of golds, opened his eyes just in time to see the magic, dancing around them like heatless flames, caress along Anna's skin and leave behind an image in it's likeness, proclaiming their bond. And he realized with a thrill of victory that he had just claimed Anna, his Anna, as his mate.

[Assistant]
The kiss had been unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt such a mixture of love, acceptance and pure joy all in the few minutes that they had lightly made out. The fact that he even kissed her back made everything so much better. He liked her just as much and possibly more as she did him. Anna hadn't been expecting him to pick her up but was happy to be in a better vantage point that made it easier for him to kiss her back. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck. It was around this time she felt a sort of cozy heat surrounding them.

She broke the kiss and panted with her eyes closed for a moment before slowly looking up at Cin. She was surprised to see his eyes so bright as he looked at her. She felt a pointed bout of warmth on her neck and felt the skin. Anna grunted in confusion when she felt nothing.

"Heh, I, ah, really like you, Cin." She panted, a small smile adorning her features.

[User] By the time Anna had finally opened her eyes to look up at him, the magic that had surrounded them had faded away and Cinead felt surprisingly drained as soon as it had. Gradually, his eyes returned to their usual human hazel as well. He managed to smile tiredly with Anna's breathless statement and a chuckle of his own rumbled in his throat. "I now know this fact very well my Anna." He huffed in return, his Welsh accentuation strong. Briefly, he pressed his forehead to hers, rubbed the tips of their noses together before carefully setting her back onto her feet and using one of his hands to brush his fingers against her neck. "I have to admit that I feel very similarly. I was surprised, at first, by that fact, as you might imagine... but I can freely admit to you now that I... adore you Anna. I wish for nothing more than to be yours and you mine. You are mine." Again, That realization sang like a victory through his veins and he couldn't help but kiss her once again, though he quickly broke it off himself to release a short laugh.

[Assistant]
Anna had glanced around them for a moment to see if there was anything, attributing the strange warmth to Cin somehow after finding nothing. She observed his eyes change color as his disguise fully set in and giggled a little at his response to her confession. "You know, your accent gets a bit stronger when you actually emote." She grinned, happily nuzzling her nose with him after he initiated it. She took his hand after he put her down and looked up at him as he caressed her neck.

"My, someone's being assertive tonight. As you can tell, I feel the same way. I am yours just as you are mine. Never forget it." She cooed, leaning on him a little. "Now. 2 things. 1: Is there something on my neck? Felt something there when we kissed. And 2: I think we should head home or something so you can get clothes." She gestured to his loin cloth to showcase her point.

[User]
Her comment about his accent made Cinead's lips quirk up at the corners. "that sort of thing used to happen to my father as well. I can't help it." He explained briefly, giving his head a small shake. He then gave Anna's hand a gentle squeeze, even as he tilted his head to one side, a send Seshan pulling on the edges of his concentration. For some reason he could not explain, on the edges of his joy and excitement, he felt a momentary stab of... concern? Embarrassment? Something he couldn't quite put his finger on. But one thing he did know, he was completely separate from the flutter of emotions on the edge of his awareness. And he didn't quite know where they were coming from.

Blinking thoughtfully, Cin made A concerted effort to focus on answering the question Anna asked and responding to her concerns about his current wardrobe. Again, he brushed his fingertips along the skin of her neck, across her new marking, and felt a momentary stab of worried that she might be upset by its presence. But he quickly brushed the feeling away and spoke honestly. "yes. My magic left a mark upon your skin. A... mate's flame as we call it." He admitted, Pausing for a moment before adding, "I didn't know that the mark would present itself on a being that was not a dragon. A couple such as you and I have not existed as far as I am aware. As for your other concern, how do you propose we make it back to my apartment? I do believe my current state of undress would cause something of a scene if I were to walk through the party."

[Assistant]
Anna had been feeling tiny stabs of worry over what was on her neck, not necessarily wanting to look in case it was a scar or something. Honestly, she didn't know what could be so bad about whatever it was, but the fact that she had something was enough to make her worry, if only a teensy bit.

Feelings of awe and excitement had replaced the negative emotions Cin had felt a moment before, mirroring her face. "You claimed me? Aw! I'm so happy!" She cooed, moving to see if she could find his. "Do you have one? I guess the fact one appeared on me means that we can have children or something? I dunno." Anna shrugged before thinking again. "Well, we don't need to go through the party, as the woods has many ways back to the parking lot. We will need to go near it though, so we may run into drunk people. Mainly because that's the way I know specifically to get in and out." The human explained.

[User] And then, all at once, the negative cloud of emotions that Cinead had been puzzling over quite abruptly shifted into a thrill of excitement and he found himself blinking abruptly with donning comprehension. Could he actually feel what Anna was feeling? Momentarily overwhelmed by the implications, he carefully shuffled his suspicions off to the corner of his mind to be reviewed at a later time and place and instead focused his attention all on Anna. He smiled as she expectantly inspected what she could see of his exposed skin, hunting for a mark that would mirror her own. He couldn't help but glance down himself, twisting his arms this way and that, looking down to either side of his body. "I should... I remember my parents having matching marks. But if we can't find it now, there's always later." His lips briefly quirked up again at the corners before his expression momentarily faltered. Her thoughts had jumped so quickly to children. Why was that? Brushing curiosity into the corner with the other thoughts he would consider later, Cin nodded his head to her plan about getting back to the car. "that's doable. And if that doesn't work, I can always take us back." He used The fingers on his hands to mimic flapping wings to get his point across.

[Assistant]
Anna was confused as to why she now felt like she a realization and later confusion as her and Cin continued to speak. Maybe it was the mark/bond between them? She didn't know but would ask after Cin was clothed. Her mind drifted to what it would be like if they ever did have kids. Would they be half? Mating marks wouldn't happen like this unless they were genetically compatible enough...right? Then again, most theories of Science she didn't think applied so much to Dragons and the like.

She looked at him. "Don't tempt me~." She joked, staring to lead him. "I already want to start bugging you in your natural state." Anna teased happily. "Where does it all go anyway?! You're massive!"

[User] Anna truly was an amazing person, Cinead had to admit with a small shake of his head as he followed after her through the forest. She wasn't daunted by anything. She had just found out he wasn't human, and could still make jokes and tease him. It was refreshing. Reaching out, he calmly took one of her hands. "Well... as far as I know, i'm all still here. The magic just shrinks me down."he shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't really given too much thought to how he was able to fit inside the shape he wore now.


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"I like solitude. I like the anomalous life. I like a quiet life."

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|| N A M E ||
Zoe Anita Campbell
'Zo'
|| G E N D E R ||
Female
|| A G E ||
Seventeen years old.
|| S E X U A L I T Y ||
Bisexual
|| IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Zoe is a brown skinned girl of average height, standing at five feet and four inches tall. Her naturally black hair, when straightened, falls to her waist, though she usually wears it in medium sized box braids or twists. Her eyes are without doubt the most captivating aspect of her appearance, reflecting a look of wisdom far beyond her age that could not help but draw people in. She did not care much for wearing makeup, instead favoring a neutral look to compliment her natural beauty. The most she'd wear would be a colorful lipstick, and winged eyeliner. Zoe has a curvy figure, which she usually hides with loose clothing. Her wardrobe consists of jeans, denim shorts, leather jackets, and plain T-shirts. Most of her closet space, though, is taken up by various brands of sneakers. She has a nose piercing, an industrial piercing, and three tattoos that cover her left thigh.

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Introverted • Brutally Honest • Trustworthy • Intelligent • Clever
|| P E R S O N A L I T Y ||
Zoe leans much more toward introversion than extroversion. She cherishes her "me-time," prefers to observe before she acts, and contributes to conversation only when she thinks she has something relevant to say. She focuses solely on her academics and music. Although having a few good friends, she isn't the "nicest" person you'll ever meet. She's blunt, straightforward, and brutally honest. She is sometimes overly guarded and secretive. When everyone is talking about more personal subjects, she is good at hanging back and not contributing; changing the subject, taking the attention off of herself, or giving vague, evasive answers. She hates talking about herself, but loves to listen to others. She's an overall fun person to be around, as long as you're someone she finds to be a good person.
|| Q U I R K S ||
• Is never seen without her a book in hand.
• Uses profanity and slang, but always corrects others' grammar.
• Writes with her left hand, but does everything else right-handed.
• When nervous, tends to count steps taken while walking.
• Can solve extremely hard math problems in her head -- but cannot count on her fingers.
|| H O B B I E S ||
• Singing
• Writing Poetry and Short Stories
• Book Club
|| L I K E S & D I S L I K E S ||
+ Reading
+ Singing
+ Horror Movies
+ Poetry
+ Old School Rap & Hip-Hop
- Country Music
- Parties/Crowded rooms
- Ignorance/Racism/Bigotry/Homophobia/etc.
- Being touched
- Social Media

|| S K I L L ||
She is very smart/clever. She's considered to be one of "The Brains" of the group, and is usually the one who pieces things together or solves problems.

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|| B I O G R A P H Y ||
Zoe, who is of Jamaican heritage, was born on January 1st as the third and final daughter of two upper-middle class parents Clarice and Terrance. The Campbell household consisted of Zoe, her parents, her two older sisters, and their pet dog. They lived in a moderate sized, two bedroom apartment in Atlanta; Zoe having had to share a bedroom with her sisters until they went off to college. Zoe's parents, by nature, were very strict. From early childhood they urged their children to excel academically and athletically, also encouraging them to be discerning in regards to the company they keep. Although her parents were very stern, there was also another side to them. They were fun loving and very involved in all phases of their children's lives.

However, when Zoe was thirteen years old, her parents were killed in a car accident. As a result, Zoe had to move out of Atlanta and into the home of her Aunt and Uncle. They continued to raise her as if she were their own, pushing her to strive academically and, much to Zoe's dismay, athletically. She was expected to do chores, such as; making her bed, setting the dinner table, making a beverage for dinner or washing the dinner plates. During the week when school was in session she was not allowed to watch television or cavort around town. As a rule, her Aunt and Uncle did not condone her idly "hanging-out". They'd made her participate in many sports including basketball, volleyball, and tennis before she finally convinced them to let her focus solely on her schoolwork instead. In result, she managed to maintain an A average. As she got older, she was allowed more freedom; she could go out on school nights as long as she was back by 10 PM, and she was allowed a few (concealable) tattoos and piercings.

[User]
Brody Morrison

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As Brody listened to the loud (and a little obnoxious) teacher speak about math, at least that's what he thought at the moment. Brody kept to himself, resting on his desk. Luckily, and soon enough the bell had rang and Brody ran like a blur out the door.

Brody smiled to himself. He was heading toward his club, and they're searching if the Clarice Curse is real. Sure, teachers and students think they're just crazy nerds, but there's waaaaay too much things around the school that prove something's lurking. Brody placed his ear plugs in his ears, and played a song as he headed toward the club room.

He started listening towards the song known as, well, Song 2 by Blur. It was pretty catchy, at least to him. Brody walked into the club room, humming the song.

"Uh... hi?" Brody asked everyone else in the room, he glanced around the room nervously. Since almost everyone was here, he wasn't sure if he was late or not. He figured he wasn't, and pulled out his ear plugs from his ears. He scratched the back of his neck. He figured he wasn't and clasped his hands together. "So, what are we up to today?"

[Assistant]
Joshua watched as another entered the room. A redhead. Hm... he was certain he had talked with her at least once, maybe asked her name. Heck, he always did that. He practically knew everyone in his batch. And some from the lower years. It was mostly because he liked striking up conversation with others, and most don't ignore him. Most. Anyway, this girl's name started with E... he remembered that much. She was bullied. He remembered seeing that flash of bright red hair behind a bunch of mean girls before. While normally, he'd step up to at least get the girls off of her, he couldn't. He was late. He later learned that this happened to her a lot of times. Well, maybe he could help her out more now that they were in the same club. With a smile, he waved at her.

It was then that Spencer started placing gadgets on the table. Joshua stared at them, with an eyebrow raised. He wanted to ask the most obvious questions. What were these stuff, where he got it and if it was safe and effective to use. Then again, Joshua knew better than to question Spencer. The guy knew his way around tech after all.

Then another girl entered, asking a question. "Nah, you're fine. Come on in and make yourself comfy!" He replied with a nod of invitation. The girl sat down on one of the empty chairs and gazed curiously at the gadgets. The another one came in, this time he knew this person. Rather, he was in classes with him.

"Heya Brody." He waved at him. He then gestured at Spencer, "No idea. But I bet it's gonna be introducing the curse, what we've all seen so far and what these gadgets do."

@jaybreezy@mskennedy615@Chaotic Chao

[User]
Spencer smiled as he saw a couple of more people walk inside. "Welcome, welcome! Come on in, guys. Meeting doesn't start until 3:15." He smiled, waving them in. It was now 3:10, and Spencer was getting more excited. He returned to his equipment.

"I was just starting to talk about this equipment I got. Way more professional and reliable. We're going to solve some things this year." Spencer proudly smiled, standing up to set up his laptop. He was getting ready to pull up a list of places he wanted to go investigate. The list was opened and he beckoned everyone to come closer so he could show the list off.

1) Arnold House - abandoned farm house in the country
2) Bright Castle - old, abandoned castle in the hills (illegal to visit)
3) Investigate the "Clarice Curse"

This list had numerous different notes and explanations for each place, but he highlighted what was important. "As you can all see, I've gotten my three ideas of what to do." He went on and on about the information, practically boring those not interested in the history of each location. But then Spencer got to the "Clarice Curse". "This one...would be a huge investigation as well as a very risky one."

[Assistant]
Emerson looked up at the clock then closed her notebook and put her pencil down. More people had come into the room and the meeting was going to start soon. Putting away her notebook Em looked at the equipment for a moment, a little unsure but a bit excited at the same time.

When the club leader, Spencer, called everyone up she stood up and placed her bag against the chair she was sitting in. She brushed her red hair out of her face and walked over with her hands in her back pockets. Looking at the list she was a bit confused. "So, we're going to be checking out three different locations?" Em spoke softly, but loud enough for Spencer and the others to hear. She didn't want to sound stupid, but she was mainly interested in the curse. However, investigating other places did sound interesting. Maybe she could link something or just find more proof.

Emerson went quiet after her question, almost expecting him to snap 'save all questions for the end'. Not that Spencer seemed to be that kind a guy, she just didn't want to cause problems. Em took a step back due to the number of people crowding around the laptop. Close quarters made her a little uncomfortable in groups, mainly because most of the time she was bullied it was a group instead of just one.

Spencer gave a grand amount of information about each location and while she was still listening and taking menatl notes, she really wanted to hear about the curse. What he knew or the others knew. When he got to the "Clarice Curse", Em glanced at the group for a second. "Are we going as a whole group or splitting up for each investigation?" she asked, trying to get more information about the investigations themselves rather than the places. Once she found out how they would investigate, she wouldn't hesitate to want to start the actual searching.

[User]
Spencer looked at the young lady. He turned to her and smiled. "I don't know for sure. We could do one at a time orrr we could split up and knock them all out. I guess we could have a vote." Spencer answered, grabbing a notebook and pencil and scribbling down ideas.

Spencer got a small poll set up, having two columns set up on his paper. One side was for doing one investigation at a time with the whole team, the other in favor of splitting up and completing all three around the same time. "Sign your name or initials for what you guys would rather do." Spencer said with an excited smile on his face.

[Assistant]
Joshua listened intently on what they had... or rather, planned to do. Investigating three different things? He was more or less interested on the other locations. The idea of breaking in a castle seemed to remind of the memories back in his childhood, when almost everything he knew was agains the rules. However, it did excite him. True, breaking the law was bad and they would be thrown into juvenile jail, but it was still an adventure. And besides, most of his memories back then were memories he was quite fond of. He always felt that certain thrill, even before he realized that what he was doing was wrong, and that thrill was something he sought for - and still does.

When they got to the Clarice Curse, however, his smile faltered. The whole reason he was so interested about the club was because of this. Given, he had other reasons and he was sure that the others didn't enter the club for the same reasons as him. He will get her back. He promised it on his father's grave that he will find her. He was quite an optimistic person, so he was confident that he would get her back from this curse, if it even exists.

Upon Spencer telling them to write their names on the column of what they preferred. "I really think we should investigate one at a time. I'm not too fond of splitting up when investigating paranormal activities." He said as he wrote his initials on the side of investigating one at a time with the whole team. It'll take a longer time, yes, but he wanted to be on the safe side. And each are probably skilled at different things and they might need that certain skill at one location, and it would be really bad if that person with the certain skill was on another location.

[User]
Zoe chewed on her nail as she waited for the rest of the group members to arrive, and stopped once the last boy entered the room. When Spencer motioned for the members to take a look at the list on his laptop, she hovered over their shoulders, her arms folded across her chest and eyebrow raised. Three different things to investigate at once? As uninterested she was about the first two places, Zoe still listened intently, learning a few new things about Bright Castle and Arnold House. However, once he started speaking about the Clarice Curse, her eyes sparkled with curiosity. She'd heard many different stories about the supposed "curse," but never really got around to looking into it.

At the mention of splitting up to investigate, however, Zoe's brows furrowed. Did these kids not know how it went down in the movies? You never split up to investigate paranormal activities. That is, if you don't want to end up dead. Taking in a deep breath, Zoe pushed away her paranoid thoughts and picked up the pencil. "I don't think splitting is such a great idea," she said hesitantly, "I mean, first off, there's only five of us, meaning that someone would have to go alone... which I'm not down for..."

She wrote her initials on the side in favor of investigating as a team, the two letters neat and slightly slanted. "I think that we should start with the Curse or Arnold House, ya feel?" She said, returning to her seat and crossing her legs. "I mean, if that's cool with everyone else. Breaking into that castle would be pretty risky, and I'm not tryna end up in jail."


[System]
Gretchen Anima

"Let me write this down."
Super Name
Does not have one as of yet

Age
18

Human/Machine/Other
Human

Powers
Aura Control - Gretchen is able to pull from her aura and the auras of those around her to do pretty much whatever her imagination can conjure up. Each person has a certain amount of 'aura', and Gretchen can feel this energy and draw from it to create objects, cast 'spells', enhance her strength, speed, intelligence, etc. However, she usually only uses her power to enhance her intelligence and create scientific tools to further investigate powers and her other scientific investigations.

Weakness
Aura energy is limited, and if Gretchen takes too much of her own or someone else, that person could become very weak and can go from going unconscious, to going into a coma, to even dying. This could be used to kill an enemy, however Gretchen can only take as much aura as she wants from someone who is willing. If they aren't, she still can, but it is much more difficult.

Personality
Gretchen is a 'geek', and is obsessed with science and discovering how things work. She is obsessed with powers, and will write everything down about each person she meets so she can research the power later and find out new ways to utilise or enhance said powers. She very friendly, often too friendly, and can talk very fast when she is excited. She is extremely smart, and will sometimes go off on intellectual tangents which will leave most people very confused.
Grade
3rd year
Club
Science Club, Book Club

Other
POWERS

[User]
20 minutes before

Gretchen sits at the kitchen bench, writing furiously into a notebook. Her father walks in, cheerily grabbing bagel off the counter and swiping some margerine onto it. "G'morning, honey. Busy already? You aren't even at school yet!"

Gretchen simply smiles. "I'm preparing for analysing powers. I need to set up all my tables and data logs, to save time. And I wouldn't use that margarine. It's got twenty five percent more saturated fat in it than the butter Mom bought yesterday. Just because it looks healthy, doesn't mean it is."

Her father smiles, before picking up his briefcase and heading out the door. "And that is why you're the head of this family. Have a good day!"

At the bus stop
After filling out her notebook, Gretchen heads out the door as well, walking down the road to the bus stop. Whistling a cheery tune, she sits, and it is not long before the bus arrives.

Entering the bus, she smiles and says hello to the bus driver, before entering the bus and looking for a place to sit.

[Assistant]
5 Minutes Ago

"Uggghhhh..." The lump buried under a pile of covers and pillows that was Vince moaned as he cracked open his eyes to see what time it was. "Crap.." He groaned as he realized what time it was. In a flurry of pillows and blankets Vince exploded from his bed and started to grab clothes he could wear, the selection wasn't all too large seeing as most of the teen's wardrobe was currently stained and covered in motor oil. He finally managed to scrape together a dark grey T-shirt, pair of blue jeans, his jacket, and his combat boots. After pulling on his clothes Vince grabbed his bag, a beaten and battered old thing barely holding itself together, and dashed for the door. But before he was out of the door he stopped, leaned down, and patted the head of the furry creature curled up next to the door. "See you later girl." He said with a small smile before continuing his race out of his room.

Now At The Bus

"Crap crap crap crap." Vince kept mumbling as he made his mad sprint down the street to the school bus that was just in sight. "Don't you dare pull off yet you stupid pile of-" He said before he made one last large lunge that sent him flying straight into the bus."Yes made it!" He shouted triumphantly before he claimed a seat for himself, taking up both of the spots just for himself.

[User] As Eris sat in her seat she looked around and her eyes settled on Gretchen and how she was just standing around so she tried to waved her over patting the seat beside her with her mother hand.

[Assistant] Double post. :P

[User]
Gretchen noticed a girl gesturing to the seat next to her, and sat down with a smile. "Hey there, nice to meet you. I'm Gretchen. What's your name?" She pulls out her notebook, flipping to a new page. "I know this might sound weird, but can I ask you a little about your powers, if you have any?" She smiles sheepishly. "Most of my friends graduated last year, so I'm a free bird at the moment. I'm itching for a new investigation."

ghost in black

[Assistant]
Alluna(this occurs in a seat next to your character,just lettin you know)
Jack takes an empty seat and pulls his hood off, revealing his brown hair and indig eyes,he raises his hand and focuses on his palm,he decides to try something,he makes a spiral pattern of ink on his hand,so the next time he has to fire ink from his hand, he has a makeshift Gatling gun at his disposal.

He notices a girl who asks someone else about their powers and tells her"sometime later you could grab my attention"he says in regards to his power

[User] Double

[Assistant]
Alluna
"Hi, I'm Erin AKA: MAUS" she said "I don't mind.... but I'm a bit shocked you didn't hear about me in my first year and how I almost blew up everyone when they tested my powers" Erin said as she straightened her long hair and remembered that day she accidentally swapped the truck that they had dropped on her's potential energy and kinetic energy which caused it to explode on contact with he ground. "Well anyway..." she continued giving a small cough "I can control kinetic and potential energy, what about you?"

[User]
Dimitri grinned rather widely at everyone that entered the bus. It pleased him to be seeing all of the familiar faces that appeared on the bus. The boy began to close the lid on his tupperware container, however Jack's arrival caused him to pause. This was a new face, and new faces were almost always a welcome sight. He waited until Jack took his own seat before turning and propping his knees up on his seat to give the newcomer his best smile. "Hey there, haven't seen you around the school before. Then again there are so many people...hard to keep track of 'em all." Dimitri's voice trailed off as he spaced out for a bit, as if trying to place Jack's face with anyone he knew. He wore a somewhat dopey expression as he looked upwards towards the ceiling of the bus, that smile still firmly planted on his face.

He sat like this for about three seconds before refocusing on Jack and pulling up the container of cookies and pointing it towards Jack, "Well, whether or not you're actually new it's a pleasure to meetcha. Cookie?". Despite pointing the container mainly towards Jack, he made sure to angle it enough so that if anyone else happened to want a cookie that they'd be able to get it without too much trouble, his way of nonverbally inviting others to enjoy the treats.

[Assistant]
ghost in black

"Haha, so that was you? I had heard about it, but that was back when I was a lonely nerd, hiding in my makeshift lab and only studying my and my roommates powers. So, kinetic and potential energy, huh? Pretty sweet combo. One of my friends from two years back had kinetic energy, but he didn't have the added boost of potential. Still, I could probably modify the equipment I made for him to work for both of your powers..." Gretchen beams at Erin, before scribbling down some notes in her book. "I like your Super Name by the way, it's pretty cool. I don't have one myself, but I do like helping my friends name themselves."

Upon hearing the boy in the seat across from her address her, Gretchen looks over and smiles. "Hey! I might do. I'm Gretchen. What's your name?"

[User] Alluna"the names jack,but call me inkflame"jack turned and gave Gretchen a warm smile

[Assistant]
hears someone talk to him"it's my first year here,and I'll pass on the cookies,I just ate a bowl of cereal before i got here,but thanks anyway"
Jack takes out  his  notepad and a pen and begins to draw who knows what, using his power over the ink to fix any mistakes.

[User]
Eve was very excited to finally start school, unlike her sister Ava. whom she knew would stay home and surf the internet then make friends. she knew that she would undoubtedly learn many interesting things in this place, if she could actually find the place of course. she was having quite a bit of trouble finding the location that they needed to go, they had been wandering all around the town but was unable to locate the Bus stop that they was supposed to arrive at, she was getting really tired of searching. "Ava!! I can't find the Bus stop! HELP ME!" said Eve, feeling a bit tired and hoping that they would be able to find the place relatively soon, she was starting to become somewhat irritated because of her lack of direction, she never was very good at finding things, unlike her sister. all her sister had to go was connect to the internet and she would be able to find anything, being part human/machine. "Your the one that wanted to find the place by yourself" stated the other sister, smirking. After a couple more minutes of searching they finally stumbled upon the Bus stop, hopping onto the bus, seeing that other kids on.

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The Bus Driver turn around to look at the kids! "Good everyone is here!!" closing the door and driving off. they turn the corner onto the an unknown closed street, when metal bars appeared across the students for safety before hitting the edge, turning into a flying school heading towards the school.

[Assistant]
As the students started to gather on the bus and ending with a pair of twins getting on, Zaheer took in the scent of each person that got on and stood up, calling forth the lizard ability to crawl on the ceiling to get a better look at some of these guys. Staring down at Erin, Jack, and Gretchen for a moment without saying anything and then crawled a little further to take a look at Dimitri and Vince.

Flipping down to the center he smiled as he was crouched on all fours and then stood up smiling. All of y'all look like you could be strong....who has the coolest powers in here? Zaheer asked but before getting the answer he wanted, the bus driver started to drive off. after turning the corner and going down the closed street, Zaheer watched curiously as these metal bars came across the students for safety in which, since he was out of his seat, he was not secure. With the bus taking off in the air, the force knocked Zaheer back and nearly hit to back door. Using the reflexes of a cat, Zaheer caught one of the seats and using the lizard ability again, jumped and stuck to the ceiling once again while smiling at the amusement of a bus flying. DO IT AGAIN!! he yelled out laughing, thinking this is like a ride from an amusement park.

[User] Tai"I dunno about 'coolest' power but I have one you wouldn't expect"

[Assistant] "Nice to meet you. I like your Super Name. Let me guess, something to do with either fire or ink?" Gretchen says, laughing a little. "It's a cool name, that's for sure. I met someone who had a name similar to that, she was known as Blizzardflame, and she had control over ice and fire, a pretty awesome mix."

[User] Allunajack manages a laugh and says to Gretchen:"yes, my power is melanokinesis, the power to manipulate ink in any way I please, I can even turn my body into ink,which opens the option to'inkshift' as I call it, judging by the notebook I'm assuming you intend to write down things about my power, therefore,by all means pester me with questions if you want, I'm aright with it"jack says as he smiles.

[Assistant] Gretchen smiles. "That's awesome! I haven't met anyone with that power before, this will be perfection! I've been waiting for a new power. I think I'll be seeing a lot more, there are quite a few newbies, or at least people I've never met before around the place." She furiously writes down Jack's information into a new page. "I might be able to create a few sweet technological pieces for you to use to help with your power."

[User] Allunajack raised an eyebrow"you lost when you mentioned melanokinetic technological pieces"

[Assistant] "Hm? What do you mean?" Gretchen says, her eyes not leaving the paper. "I'm thinking some sleek motorcycle gloves, maybe with vials, or perhaps they could be ink themselves... You don't happen to drive a motorcycle, do you?" She looks up, smiling sheepishly, and stopping writing. "Er, sorry about this. When I get into a power, I start going crazy with inventions and ideas. It's okay if you don't want me to do any of that."