[System]
Would you enjoy another blind person?
Nickname: Nick

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Brief Personality: Nick is a cheerful, light hearted kind of person who is constantly trying to find ways to lighten the mood or make people happier in general. He can make jokes about bad things that happen to him, but is sensitive and tries not to tread on any toes. He likes people and dislikes loneliness.

Ability: Nick has an intrinsic 'awareness' of things in a certain radius around him. He knows the shape, location and details of any object within a certain range of him, like an area where he can sense everything. Kind of like a sixth sense. It's useful in fog because fog doesn't hinder it.

Limits to Ability: Currently, its range is quite short, sitting at about 10 meters. Also, his awareness doesn't give him an awareness of colour, or light in general. His ability is apparently limited to matter and solid objects, though he can perceive gaseous substances similarly to heat waves.

Age admitted into Riverwood: 16

Background: Nick was always a fairly cheerful kid since he was born. He liked hanging out with his friends but was kind of average otherwise. That changed when he got into a car accident. The car accident scarred his eyes and made him put a bandage around them for all of his life. Life got more difficult for him, in more ways than one.

The first reason was because he had to adapt to a life without sight. The second reason hurt him more, however. People didn't really talk about the incident. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it felt like people were avoiding him. And they kind of were. Beforehand, most of his class could talk to him, and he had a lot of friends and acquaintances. Now, only his closest friends were around him. It made Nick feel alone in class, because he couldn't see anyone and they wouldn't talk to him.

One day, however, his powers awakened. Everyone was shocked at how it was like he could see again. The atmosphere became close to like how it was before. But his parents wanted him to go to Riverwood. They had heard rumours of what the government did to kids with strange powers, and they didn't want it to happen to him. At first, he objected, but he realised the pain he would put people through if he died, rather than if he disappeared. So Nick left, and travelled to learn at Riverwood.

Appearance: Nick has short, brown hair and is around 160 cm. He's got a rather average build, and is rather average altogether, save for the bandages he has around his eyes.

Other: Nick likes soft things, because they are soft. Also, Nick isn't that great at combat. Because he's blind, he can't read or see colour. He almost can't write.

[User]
Pamela pursed her lips for a second, shaking at the brief image that flashed through her sight, she jolted and stepped out the way as someone, a guy, came out of his room. She thought it was his room in any case. She heard the click of the door, and Lance, so excitable with others, wriggling, his butt shaking in pleasure as he sniffed around the guy.

"You're meant to be well behaved, you know. I think you got wild as we traveled here" She shook her head at the dog, before turning to the guy, her pale eyes studying him. He appeared rather average looking, but...she didn't seem to be able to tell. He didn't have a clear image of himself, and that was how Pamela figured out what people looked like. He had bandages over his eyes, and perhaps that effected how he saw things. Saw himself.

She frowned. "Sorry. I nearly walked into you. I'm Pamela, and this ball of fur is Lance. He like a guild dog. Just energetic"

[Assistant]
"Ah" Nadia said as she came across a huge building. The gate was opened and the walls seem to stretch on for miles. She blinked and looked at the building curiously. For some reason, she felt the need to go inside it. Like as if she would find something for her inside. She stepped into the strange building, pulling away a few leaves from her hair and trying to make herself seem presentable. She had been wondering in a forest for days so she most probably do not look good. She looked around and saw some people there, perhaps they were staying in this building? Whatever the case, it didnt seem like she had to go to them at that particular moment. She wandered around and found another building within a building. She looked around, this time however, she saw classrooms. There were people inside of the classrooms and she peeked at one of them. It was empty, however, and she turned away. She soon found a toilet for girls and went inside. Looking at her reflection, she tidied her hair up and washed her face with the water. After what she assumes is as presentable as she can get, she went out and wandered around again.

"I wonder where I am" she said to herself. She walked around the hallways and past some classrooms and soon, she decided to walk back to the entrance where she had came in from. Once she was there, she noticed there was a few more people. She went up to one of the students and tapped their shoulder. "Excuse me, where am I?" she asked

[User]
Rebound lay on his bed in his room, staring up at the ceiling, his arms behind his head. The look on his face was a frown, but then he almost always had a frown or some other unpleasant look on his face. No one had ever seen him smile. The best they could hope for was an expressionless face if he wasn't interested in them. That was quite often the case. He was interested in very few people here. In fact, he couldn't think of any at all... except one perhaps. But she was a special case. He sighed and sat up in his bed, smoothing his hair back behind his ears. There was already a lot of activity in the building. He'd heard that several new students would be arriving today, and one had apparently been rescued from... Them. His teeth gritted at the thought. He couldn't help but feel a sort of pity for the poor girl, but then again, who was she to him? It wasn't like there was any shortage of students here who'd had an encounter of some sort or another with..Them.

He stood up, his thoughts turning down darker memories as he opened his door and stepped into the hallway, making his way down it. Memories of pain, darkness, then bright lights, needles, and worst of all, the images that They had caused him to see by use of drugs. He shivered at the memories, then shook his head roughly, his hair shaking around as he tried to shake the memories out of his mind. However, at that moment he walked straight into another student who was coming from another direction. With anyone else, they would have both fallen over, but because of his ability, he didn't even flinch as the girl's kinetic energy transferred completely into him. He pushed the hair out of his face and glared down at her, growling, "Hey! Watch where you're..." But then he stopped as he realized who he'd bumped into. The one person at this school who held any interest for him. "Oh, it's you Mia."

[Assistant] Waking up do to hunger pangs Lucas rolls out of the bush he was in. Falling face first on the ground he gets up, seeing the new girl and hearing her ask where she was he says,"Riverwood Academy for the medically unusual." He turns away and walks back inside heading straight for the kitchen,and upon making it to the kitchen he walks up to one of the cupboards and takes out a jar of honey labeled, "Lucas' touch and get mauled." Lucas then opens it walks back outside and begins to eat the honey with apparent pleasure.

[User]
Ris put the book back where he had grabbed it from. He sighed as he remembered the twists and turns he had endured as he had read the novel. He might just pick it up again in a few weeks. He bent down to pick up his stuff from where he had left it and he checked to see if his feet were still touching the ground and not metal. The last time he did that, the poor girl had been in the infirmary for more than a week. It was not his fault though that he could not control his power. He tried every day to contain it, but failed to direct its currents.

He grabbed his bag and walked out of the library, the sun shining into his eyes. He moved his right hand to block it out as he moved towards the dorms, not wanting to give the faculty another excuse to lecture him about control, when they did not know in how to contain him. He carefully made his way that way, hoping not to touch someone and cause any problems.

[Assistant]
Nick jumped slightly as someone came into his range, surprised at there being someone.
"No, I'm sorry." Nick said as she apologised. "It's fine."
Surprisingly enough, it was a girl. And even more surprisingly...

"Oh my god, is that a dog?" Nick asked.
And indeed, there stood a Labrador, looking at him with inquisitive eyes. Nick bent down to pat it and it nestled against his hand. Nick was really happy, though. He loved dogs. They loved to run up to you and check you out. And they sometimes they liked to tackle you -especially the big ones- but hey, that was part of the charm, right?

"Oh, where are my manners." Nick said suddenly.
He realised that he hadn't introduced himself.
"My name's Nick." He said, standing up. "I'm an average blind guy with something a little special! Though; wait..."
He thought for a minute. Riverwood was a place for people with something a little special, meaning that he was actually kind of normal here.
"Well, everyone here has something special, so I'm just an average blind guy here; but nice to meet you, Pam." Nick said, grinning. "Can I call you Pam?"

[User]
Ouch, mutant? That was rough. She continued to bundle the sheets as they began to slip to the ground.

"...Depends, what exactly are you looking for?" Dolor wasn't stupid, she knew about the theorist and investigators that sometimes tried finding the location of Riverwood. While many turned up empty handed, very few individuals managed to get in, in the small time she had lived here.

[Assistant]
Maybe this place wasn't so bad. Pamela was just treating it as a haven, as somewhere to stay and survive. As somewhere to yes, just be normal. She smiled, Lance had his tongue out happily as Nick pet him. "Sure. Pam is fine by me. Blind is never average though" she said musingly "after all, to be able to hear thing s others might? Or catch a scent? Or to be able to know what something is by its texture? It's amazing." She said.

She looked down at Lance and said "he's meant to have one of those coats, that says seeing eye dog, but it..." Burn in the fire. "Got lost on our way here" not the truth, but then she would have to exain why she survived the fire. And she didn't want to go there. "He really on helps me not walk into things now"

[User] "What am I looking for? A place to be safe from them... I've been on the run for the past year, they came for me on my 18th birthday. If I can't stay here can I at least sleep here for a couple a days? I'm sick of the running, too many people have died because of it. Last week, a group of them came after me, they didn't even care about the civilians... They shot two people, a husband and wife in an attempt to kill me. Two innocent people, who weren't the only ones, died because of what I can do. That, is why I am here." Chris opened his hands, "do you need me to prove that I'm not... Normal?" Valentine proved his point very blatantly, as his skin began to turn into sand. In a few seconds his body was made of sand, but still kept it's shape. "See?" he said as he turned back to normal.

[Assistant]
Nick thought for a moment, and realised that Pam was right. He'd been able to use his other senses a lot better after he lost his sight, which was a useful party trick some times. It was good to remember that, in retrospect. Pam had pretty good insight.
"You're right." Nick announced. "You're a good person."

She went on about her dog, lance, and Nick was reminded about his parents when they were debating whether or not to get Nick a guide dog to help him with living. In the end, they decided not to because it was too expensive. At that point, he wondered if he could learn echo-location, but he later decided that it would be ridiculous. Regardless, having a guide dog a positive thing.
"Well, that's good." Nick said, replying to her comment about her dog.
Nick bent down to pat Lance again, marvelling at its soft fur.
"You take care of her, you here?" He said to it.

As Nick got up again, he remembered that he wanted to talk someone who'd been at the school for some time, and Pam might just be that person...
"I'm new to this school, so uh... What should I be doing right now?" Nick said. "I got a tour and everything, but I don't know what I'm doing."


[System]
Nickname/ Moniker: Old Hunter, White Hawk, Bloody Old Bird

Age: 99

Gender: Male

Species: Kin (Human half-breed of eldritch being. He's never met either of his parents)

Sexual Preference: Hetero, but has experience with both sexes. ("I got bored and spent a decade trying something new. Sue me!")

Likes : Cold-weather, any type of precipitation (rain, snow, etc.), intelligence, theater, reading (mainly deep fantasy), video games (A relatively new interest), and junk food.

Dislikes: Ignorance, cold hearted people, country music, most rum, summer or rather hot days in general.

Bio: Aria came into this world among blood and gore during the Great War, in a field hospital just behind the trenches of the English line in France. His father died the day before in the no man's land and his mother supposedly died in childbirth. The orphan, by some odd circumstances he still doesn't fully understand, was taken back the United States and raised in New York. As he grew he began to find friends within the organised crime gangs of the city under Prohibition, helping the speakeasies get supplies off the small boats off shore. Upon Aria's further investigation into his parents, he found that his mother was not human, but of some elder race without name. Some fanatics, like H.P. Lovecraft, referred to his race as being god-like. Aria was unaware of such god-like abilities until he was called upon during World War II. When he was killed in combat, he would awake the day before as if it were a dream and proceed along the day the same way until he survived. His blood also seemed to assist with other human's wounds, sealing them up quickly. He kept his race a secret from his fellow soldiers, helping with his unique perspective on battle where he could. After the war, Aria used his compensation to move to America and set up a small bar of his own. His bar has remained there ever since and he has been taking odd jobs out of there for everything from jewel heists to demon slaying. He cares little for the money, but is more interested in keeping himself entertained. Lately, video games have been a welcome distraction and has amassed a large collection.

Occupation: During the day, he works as an editor for a small media firm reporting on video game news and information. (It covers the rent at least,) During the nights, he bartends at a bar downtown, where he also subtly advertises his side business.(Hired gun, thief, assassin, monster hunter, etc.)

Country of Origin: France

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Wonders if they will shy away from his chosen lifestyle and how old they would be when he meets them. Worries about how much time he will have with them and watching them die.

Soul mate: (Leave this blank until I assign your characters their soul mates)

[User]
Astley blinks then chuckles. "Close but not quite" he takes the drink and does a salute with it. "Thank you" wide smile before he tosses it back. "Now I must ask...what are you? Not many can come even close when my glamour is intact" his eyes sparkle with curiosity. He is right, usually the glamour keeps him hidden...unless it is his birthday. But, it is not so the curiosity remains intact.
He leans forward and his eyes seem to take on a more feral nature as he studied the man. The smile remaining on his face becoming slightly more sinister. After all, he may be a generally good person but he is still a pixie king. And that gives him a few difficulties when it comes to acting human.

[Assistant]
Aria Kelly

Aria snapped his finger. Fairies and Pixies always gave him trouble. He then realized that the man was wearing a glamour, his human and Pixie forms trading places every time he blinked. His Kin blood would reveal truths in all of his senses, much like synesthesia however discernible to him. Which sense it takes advantage of and when was completely random, so it hardly has any practical uses, excepting for silly parlor tricks. Sometimes it was even disorienting, when it took over his hearing while someone was lying.

He knew his patron wanted an answer, but he didn't exactly have one. The name of his mother's race wasn't exactly readily available to him and probably inexpiable without being very long winded. He settled on his usual response; one he loathed. "I'm a Royal Vampire or rather a royal vampire half-breed. A bit different from my cousins, who can't control themselves around humans. Blood has no addictive properties for me." Aria took a sip of his drink and hummed with delight. "I can see through simple magics like that on occasion. If I was drunk, I'd just be a normal human as it does require some focus." He calmly placed his glass down on the bar and leaned over. "Anywho, I'm terribly boring so why don't I ask you this?" He said with a grin. "What is a doctor Pixie doing in my bar humble bar? Shouldn't you be defending the forest or something?" He said with a chuckle. Aria already say a business opportunity in this. Could he be another client for his more satisfying work? It had been a solid 2 months since his last case and last time it was a simple ghost. Aria continued to sip on his drink whilst he waited for a response.

[User] Astley chuckles lowly and shrugs. "Nah I ran away from that line" he gives a small smile and raises he glass as a salute. "And forests are terribly inconvenient. My line had a different solution of claiming towns...it was quite...interesting" a look passes through his eyes as he remembers all the teenagers that had been tied down and bled. He shudders and returns to normal. "Anyway I don't often find myself in bars. So I must say I wouldn't know a humble one from a non humble one" he seems to study the glass in his hands for a moment. "Curiosity...what else do you do?" More like he realized he was rambling and decided to quit while he is ahead.

[Assistant]
Jasmine sighs, it has been a long day at work for her and she has just been able to come home and relax. She pulls her folded legs towards her chest and rests her chin. Jaze looks out from her roof, up at the stars and the night around her. She senses the settling of the night air - lifting her face to the breeze. The date on her wrist is getting closer and closer - it's all she can think about, it consumes her thoughts daily. What will our soulmate be like? Is he sweet? Charming? Mysterious? Jasmine smiled at the thought of finally having someone to call her own. She then suddenly wrinkled her brow, No, I bet he's a harsh, careless, fool. What makes you think you're actually worthy of a good man? She shakes her head and chooses to ignore that thought. "No," she mutters, "I may not be perfect, and neither will he, but we will be perfect together."

After a while, Jaze decides it's time to go back inside her house. She hoists herself over the edge of the roof, hanging off right above the bed of her truck. She slowly slides down to where it is safe to jump into the truck bed. Once inside her house, she brews herself a hot, steamy, cup of tea. She curls up in the corner of her room, smiling. As Jaze sips on her mug, filled to the brim with her favorite flavor, she thinks of the future – not just with her soulmate, but with the future in general. The sweet scent of cranberry hibiscus fills the room as she dreams.

[User]
Scorn was back outside in the world heading down the street unsure where she would go. Despite her distrust with people her age and above she couldn't stay inside all the time, especially with her overly hyperactive nature and occasional short attention span. She had to keep herself busy and going to a bar seemed like a good idea now that she was full and wouldn't be craving a live meal. She decided to go somewhere new, and hoped that the crowd wouldn't be large. She would just get her drink and find a spot where no one would bother her, if they did well, that would be their death wish.

She entered the bar, and sat herself all the way down on one end of the bar where no one else was. She couldn't help but notice her arm itching, with a slight sting to it as she had entered but she tuned it out as best she could as she waited for the bartender to stop talking with whoever and just order her drink. At least it seemed it wasn't to crowded, less people to worry about bothering her and let her enjoy her drink on her own.

[Assistant]
Aria Kelly

Aria's now slightly blood-shot eyes focused on the newcomer to his bar. It was interesting that two supernaturals would come on the same night. Maybe he was advertising too much because serendipity seemed too convenient a reason why they would both came on the same night. Perhaps he was being hunted for a previous job he had done, but that seemed far fetched. He always kept his jobs clean. Aria calmly scratched his mark feeling a faint itch and dismissed it as him simply being high. Aria's attention returned to the Pixie's question, prompting a small grin. "Apart from game journalism, I do a few odd jobs here and there. Generally people who hear of my other services are of a supernatural nature. My last job was to hunt down a feral werewolf who'd lost his way." Aria's grin disappeared and was replaced with a mask of a face, void of most emotion if it was not for his tone. It was melancholic. "It was grim work seeing as the old man was simply going senile. I made sure he went peacefully, as were the family's wishes." Aria took a large gulp from his glass and finished the pleasant drink. "Anywho, I have another patron waiting for a drink, doctor. I'll be back to you in a minute, but I must warn you it get rather crowded in here. Plenty of youngsters like to pre-game here before getting very drunk at other bars. I'd love to continue talking though."

With that, Aria leaned off the bar and calmly made his way to the end of the bar. Grabbing a small glass and whipping it down, measured up the relatively small woman's appearance. The skull face paint was very impressive, and he immediately wondered how long it took her to put it on. Her fierce eyes set out nicely from under the hood she wore. Her body language was a combination of something feral and hostile. With another scratch to his wrist, Aria gently sent the glass down on the bar. "How may I serve you tonight, miss?"

[User]
Despite her annoyance and hostility towards others around her at times, she had to play nice with some people and that included bartenders if she wanted her lovely drinks. At least the bartender of the bar she had wandered into seemed to be a supernatural as well going by his scent, though what she couldn't say. She had never come across something like him, he was different, which gave him more points to her, it got her curious, cautious still to be around him or him getting to close to her personal space but curious in finding out what he was. She eyed him for a second before giving her answer.

"Bloody Mary with a shot of Naga Chili Vodka if you have it, I want my insides to burn," she said, scratching her arm a bit as it felt like pins and needles were poking it. She couldn't help but notice the fact that it only got more annoying as the bartender had come closer, what was his game? Looking to score? She doubted it, by his looks plenty would want to eye for his attention, she on the other hand didn't feel the need to settle down nor wanted to, getting close only meant they could hurt you later. She had friends but kept them at a distance so when they turned on her it would mean little.

"What the hell do you clean this place with?" she finally asked aloud as she looked at her arm to see if she was developing some form of rash or something because whatever was going on was starting to drive her nuts, more then she usually was, of course when she looked down her eyes stopped on the name and her agitation and annoyance turn to shock and what she saw. She never remembered the thing on her arm, the thing everyone waited for most there life. For her it had been forgotten ages ago, better left out of sight, out of mind.

No it couldn't be, she thought to herself ,No. They'll only hurt her, not little Ada, I need to keep her safe.

Of course whoever in the bar who had the matching name that belong to her wouldn't have Scorn written on their wrist. That was her name now but her original name would still be written on them which made her go pale under the black and white paint on her face. She fought control of her emotions unless she wanted to throw a fit in the bar, perhaps it would at least drive whoever was connected to her away and then she could stop worrying about but then she might not get her drink.

Her head looked around uncertain on who it could be. She acted like prey and predator feeling backed into a corner now. Scorn had prepared for everything but this to protect her other half, the little girl that was shattered all those years ago, kept deep within to protect her from the cruelty of the world.

[Assistant]
Aria sighed when the young woman asked for the Naga vodka. "I only have Absolute Peppar and Spud Red Chili Pepper. I'll fix it up for you. I assume you want it straight?" He said as he picked up the glass and a lime wedge. Running the lime wedge along the rim of the glass, Aria pulled a salt shaker from below the bar and began to salt the brim of the glass. Once that was finished, Aria grabbed the two vodka's and set them on the bar and grabbed the tomato juice. As he poured, he spoke calmly. "As for what, I clean this place with, I generally use lemon Lysol and bleach for more larger messes. I'm sorry you aren't reacting well to it." Aria reached under the bar and picked out Tabasco sauce and with a smile he dabbed two drops into the glass. As he continued to prepare the drink, Aria studied the young woman. "I'll make sure to wipe it down more thoroughly next time. I'm terribly sorry." She smelt nothing like the moon, which indicated that she was no werewolf. Her eyes, however, were mingled with something that could only be defined as beast-hood. He was starting to regret chugging that drink, as he was a lightweight. He could feel the flush roll up his cheeks as his extra senses faded. He was left to simple deduction to find out what this woman was.

"Might I ask how long it took you to cake on all of that face paint? I've seen women with literal masks of make-up, but I'm afraid you take the cake. I must say it's very striking." He said as he took a liberty on her drink. Taking both bottles of vodka in hand, he poured them both into the glass with practiced dexterity. After setting both bottles down in their respective places, Aria scratched his mark and leaded forward onto the bar. The thought of beasts always brought his mind back to the saddening thoughts of hunts. Looking at the custom coasters on the bar which blatantly said "Ye Ole Huntsman" disturbed his attempt at a pleasant Friday. He quickly grabbed a napkin and covered the coaster before placing the glass on both objects. "Is there anything else you need, madam?" Aria said the a bit of a dip in his mood. He attempted a half smile at least for the benefit of the woman.


[System]
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 Age: 17
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 Gender: Male
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 Rank: B
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 Appearance:
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Height: 5' 11"
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 Character's favorite color: Dark Blue
 Least favorite, why?: Grey (So boring)
 Music?: Dubstep
 Least favorite music, why?: Opera (Even more boring!)
 Food: Sushi
 Expressions: Adam is mostly happy and in a good mood. He likes to have a positive attitude as he believes strongly in a person's aura and how they can effect surrounding people. In the immortal words of Sgt. Oddball- "Don't hit me with them negative waves..."
 Expletives (curse word): The normal stuff, Shit, Fuck, stuff like that.
 Mode of transport: Black Kawasaki Ninja 300 motorcycle
 Hobbies: Listening and dancing to music, training and playing video games
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 Family: Classified by request of Operative
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 Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist
 Drives and motives: Redeeming himself, and besides, who doesn't want to save the world?
 Talents: Adam only uses his katana unless there is no other choice. He is incredibly skilled with it and is unrivalled in swordsmanship.
 Extremely skilled at: Swordsmanship, free running, stealth.
 Extremely unskilled at: Using guns.
 Good characteristics: Positive and uplifting. He usually brings good moods back to the room and almost always finds the good side to something. Every coin has two sides.
 Character flaws: If something really troubles him, then it can really weigh him down, and he can get too focused on something. He's also known for being headstrong. He's first into the fights, never gives up, and will always raise his hand, but what he see's as tenacity, others might interpret as sheer stupidity and a thick skull, and he has a knack for biting off more than he can chew from time to time.
 Biggest regret: Being drugged by the gang.
 Minor regrets: Not being good at guns.
 Biggest accomplishment: Being awarded the title of "Best Swordsman in SATU"
 Minor accomplishments: Firing a gun and hitting the edge of the target.
 Darkest secret(?): Was drugged to a hypnotised state and ordered to kill his family by a street gang. He killed his sister before being contained by authorities and parents
 Does anyone know?: SATU
 How did they find out: In his file report

[User]
@Kitty

Lucas shook his head before standing up. He then closed everything and shut down the computer. "We'll go tomorrow. Deal?" he asked. That would give them enough time to prepare.

After the group of enemies were taken out, Emma led the squad to the thief. Unfortunately, Agent Allen was shot after impatiently running out into the hall prematurely. The three remaining agents were now in combat with the thief and his goons. Emma and Agent Trainor were providing cover for Agent Woods as he was taking on the thief at close range.

This group had found the bombers inside the food court. They had already activated the explosive, and it was currently counting down. Agent Stone cursed under her breath as she saw Agent Shima get shot out of the corner of her eye. "Fifteen seconds!" she said before she pulled out her other stasis gun and shot it after taking out the last guy on the side of the room she was at. The stasis bullet made contact with the railing on the upper level where the enemies were shooting at before a burst of mysterious energy came from it, freezing the guys in their spot. There were thirty seconds before the bomb went off, but fifteen before the stasis wore off and the enemies up there turned them into Swiss cheese.

[Assistant]
@GingerBoi123
"Sounds great! It gives me time to talk to the uppers and inform them of our training exercise and time for me to go and train for the hell of it." Rose said stretching her arms above her head. "When and where should we meet tomorrow?" Rose asked Lucas, she may be a higher rank but in a way this was his mission so she'd let him decide.

[User]
@GingerBoi123

"We'll meet outside the Onyx block at noon." Lucas said. He smiled at them and said, "Thank you guys. It means a lot." He then began to make his way out of the computer room. "We'd better get going before anyone finds us in here. They should be finishing up by now."

[Assistant]
//Agent: Brian Flint
//Mission: Special Training Simulation B12
//Date: Monday, January 18

Brian's whole silent approach didn't work out. Although the group of agents were all using silencers, the enemy was able to radio in their presence before being taken out completely, a mistake that would come at a great cost for Flint and the others. Once their cover was blown, the silent and dark staircase was filled with the sound of gunfire and bright flashes of bullets. The squad took out every enemy on their way, making sure to have each other's back covered at all times. It didn't take long until they finally got to the bomb, things were not about to get easier however.

Reinforcments were coming in from above them, suppressing them and making any work on the bomb impossible. 37 seconds Brian thought, staring at the green numbers. He had to do something or the whole place would explode, and the blame for failing the simulation would be on him. Brian was not about to let that happen. "Guys, I need you to cover me while i work on this thing. Make sure no one gets too close, use every bullet and every magazine you have left if you have too." Laying down his T9 on the floor, Brian took out the tools needed to defuse the bomb. He closed his eyes for a second, blanking out his squad, the enemy and the sound of gunfire, focusing exclusively on the task at hand.

When the boy opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a 30-second counter

[User]
@NewMoonGamer

"Wilco" Adam said before stepping out the room. He looked around the empty hallway. "If you need me, I'll be at the simulation." He said before beginning to walk that way. While the "mission" ahead wasn't going to go on record, it seemed super important to Lucas. Adan was nore than happy to help locate the missing agent, especially if she was close to Lucas.

[Assistant]
Agent Stone dropped the now overheated stasis gun and grabbed the second pistol from her belt. She began shooting the enemies above in an attempt to take down as many as possible before they regained their movement. She didn't have too much time to aim, so she was just kind of hoping that she'd take them out.

@Kitty

"Alright, I'll be in engineering." Lucas said before heading down to pay Aya a visit. He walked in on her while she was putting on some lipstick. She then continued to smooch a slab of metal. Soon afterwards the metal began to corrode and a hole was burned through it. It worked perfectly. The woman then wiped it off her face before turned to face her younger cousin who had just walked in. "Hey Lucas, want to try it?" she asked, holding the tube up with a smile that is always on her face.
 "No thanks. It's not my color." Lucas said before walking up to her. "I'd like you to help me get this off." he said, pointing to his cast. "Hmm? Aren't you supposed to get it off on Wednesday?" Aya asked, though she did pick up her small electronic saw. She was going to do it regardless of his answer.
"Yeah, but I'd like to get back into action." Lucas said. He looked at the saw in her hand. "Heheh... That's a new one." he said nervously.
"Yep! Just finished it yesterday! Hold still!" Aya said excitedly before beginning the removal process. Lucas held his breath as she started up the saw and began cutting the hard cast. The machine didn't look like it was going to explode, but you could never be too sure with Aya's creations.

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@GingerBoi123
"Alrighty, I'm going to go to the training room for a little while if anyone cares to join then I'll go talk to our superiors about the 'training exercise'," Rose told them before heading off to the training room that had all the weights and targets and practice weapons. She went into the locker room first and changed into her training gear before heading into the main room and started working out, punching and kicking at a punching bag like she did everyday to start her workout.

[Assistant]
//Agent: Brian Flint
//Mission: Special Training Simulation B12
//Date: Monday, January 18

Brian could see his two co-agents get in formation to cover him from the corner of his eye, but his attention was solely focused on the bomb and its inner workings. He had already taken care of the metal sheet that protected the cables and electronics, thanks to a small but powerful laser pen. A quick glance to the left, 22 seconds left. There were circuits and wires of multiple colors, but Brian had been a technician long enough to narrow it down to a few options. The red and the blue cable were responsible for the ingition, which meant they both had to be taken out simoultaneously. No problem, if it wasn't for the electronic safe fail that would trigger the bomb either way if it wasn't disabled at the same time as both wires. One single drop of sweat on his right eyebrow, 18 seconds left.

Flint came to the conclusion that he needed a second pair of hands to disarm this thing. His attention still completely focused on the bomb, he called out to agent Stone. "Stone, i need you here with me. Shima, just a few more seconds and we will be in the clear." He waited for Stone to come over.

14 seconds left

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Lucas let out a sigh of relief when Aya got finished with the sawing part and removed the cast. He then stretched out his arm as Aya looked on with a smile. "...What?" he asked. "I thought it would fall off." she said, quite plainly actually.
"... Oh, that's nice. Wait, what?" Lucas raised an eyebrow at her. Aya just smiled and handed him a dumbbell. "Lift that all night until you get tired. Then do it more!" she said, making him look very confused. She narrowed her eyes, and her smile widened a bit. "Don't think I'm stupid. Impatience is an Emma move. Be careful wherever you're going tomorrow, and don't forget to stop by here to get some gadgets
to test.
" she said. Lucas nodded before standing up and smiling at Aya. He then walked out with the weight. A sparkle appeared in her eyes. She had just given him another gadget to test. The more he would lift it, the heavier it would get.

Agent Stone nodded before holstering her weapons and letting Agent Shima take over when the stasis ran out. Shima was a pretty good shot when sitting in a chair. Agent Stone quickly made her way over to Agent Flint and the bomb. "I'm here." she said, wondering what she should do now. She got down to look at the bomb more closely and saw that it was getting dangerously close.

[Assistant]
Stone came over a few seconds later, but to Brian it felt like an eternity. "Alright Stone, i need you to take this" he started explaning as quick as he could manage "And on my count of three, you press the button and point the tip at that little chip right there. Do you see it?" He asked as he pointed to the electronic part in question. Brian handed over the laser pen and armed himself with a wire cutter in each hand. He looked Agent Stone in the face, waiting for a sign from her to get started.

7 seconds left

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After the group of enemies were taken out, Emma led the squad to the thief. Unfortunately, Agent Allen was shot after impatiently running out into the hall prematurely. The three remaining agents were now in combat with the thief and his goons. Emma and Agent Trainor were providing cover for Agent Woods as he was taking on the thief at close range.

Everything went well for a good few minutes, they all had succeeded in discarding the enemy. They were on the move again, energized and hyped after the fight. Unfortunately, it didn't last until a bullet decided to lodged itself onto Agent Allen that everything started to head for the chaotic category. In front, followed by men in black suits, Jayden assumed she was the thief. He observed her as she quickly advanced towards their group. He frowned, her size and demeanor didn't at all look inpressive. Hell, she held a weapon that was two times bigger than her.

But he knew not to judge a book by it's cover.

She barked a command, directing her followers with a point of her slend finger. Soon the men were on them, exchanging blows and shots with Jayden's colleagues.

That left him to take care of her.

She stood for a moment, locking eye contact with him. A sadistic gleam ran across her green eyes as she analysis her target. Namely him, great.

With stealth and speed, she charged. Jayden swiftly drew his hatchet and attempted to slash her but only to end up for her to agilily ducked his counter attack. She then decided to bring forth her machete and swing it towards his side. Jayden gasped in shock and skidded back in time before she could stab a vital organ.

'Not bad.'

The thief was fast and sly like a cat. He'd give her that. He drew his arms in close, his legs spread apart and took stance. He didn't waited long before she gave an outrage battle cry and dove again, drawing her machete to slash his throat. Jayden leaned back and instead his throat, his weapon took the hit. Aggressively, he launched and kneeded her in the stomach, sending her a few steps back. No more than a gasp of air before she was back on her feet. He threw and swung his hatchet for her arms. She manage escape to his attack and he only manage to graze a small part of skin. His eye's narrowed as a manical grin and mad, gleeful eyes dawned the girl's features. A dreadful sigh left his lips, this fight will not go down so easily.

Soon both opponents fought savagely. Brutal cuts, gashes, and hits from fists were beginning to grow in numbers. 'Damn.' He hissed in irritation. As much he liked the fast pacing adrenaline and as well being unleashed was simply terrific and just thrilling. But Jayden knew they needed the girl alive. (Though he disagree) Throughout, Jayden reluctantly forced himself to remain in control. However, can't be said the same thing for him, the woman has no intention of letting him live.
He wouldn't be surprised if she started dancing on top of his corpse. Because why not?
'Stubborn bitch.' He thought before he saw an opening to her head. 'Ah.' Getting knock the fuck out is a good way to go. He steadied himself, and lunged. As he was about to embark his attack, a yell from Jones stopped him.

[Assistant] Adam turned around. "Hmm, you know what, I'll join you." He decided, turning 180 before heading to the gym. Adam went to the men's changing room, putting on his black vest and shorts. He put his sword by his locker, and went over to the weapon wall, taking a bokken that was the same length as his katana. Instead of a punching bag, Adam found a corner where he would practice Kata, going through the routine slowly and fluidly, practicing each movement.


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art by rororei

ABSTRACT: The Best Queen

DETAIL: Each morning, just as the sunlight struggles to peek over the wall-to-the-sky, the loudspeakers throughout the city jingle a happy little tune. "Good morning, everyone!" Queenie's voice bubbles through the speakers. "It's a chilly morning. I hope you have your slippers on!" Very few city folk have anything bad to say about Queen Orchid: she's forever upbeat, generous and kind, and surprisingly strict just when she needs to be. She rarely leaves the Tower, and is always surrounded by robot guards, but can usually be seen waving from the balcony on sunny days.

Orchid was an only child, and a famously sickly little girl in her youth. The best doctors and mages in the city had been summoned to keep the child alive in her first five years, and the city had even held a vigil for her survival during a very risky surgery.

Twenty-five years later, Orchid is still weaker than the average city folk -- but after the passing of her parents seven years ago, she carries her new responsibility with a smile.

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art by anry

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BOOM

Maria's head whipped towards the diamond mine, even as her body wobbled from the force of the noise. "What on earth...?" She held her breath unconsciously as she saw the electrical explosion over the mine. In that moment, it seemed, everything was quiet; everyone had, like her, stopped and turned to look at this oddity, this phenomenon that should not be. A silent explosion, a flicker like someone fumbling the light switch, a second, two. Maria was just starting to relax when-

kkkzzzzKA-BOOOOOOM
"SOUND THE ALARM!"

Holy shit what was that

Suddenly, utter chaos. Alarms were blaring, tolling, beeping everywhere, people were screaming about God-knew-what, and Dazz was yelling at everyone to get inside the wall. Maria wasted no time in sprinting to the nearest shelter, which was a seemingly-defunct trolley that had been taken up and was in the process of being repaired, where she was shortly joined by a young boy; apparently a construction worker, he couldn't have been more than a year older than her. They sat there for a bit, panting together, before the boy asked "D'you think we're safe in here?"

Maria answered with a shrug and an "I hope so."

k-CRACK

Then, naturally, the sky chose that time to split in two.

Maria and the boy rushed to one of the trolley walls, gawking at the split. The world seemed to have gone quiet; there was only the two of them, the trolley, the split sky, and the intruding cold wind.

CRACK

As a huge bolt of lightning struck the Queen's tower, sound returned in a rush, as did the various bolts of lightning rushing around the city, seemingly striking its inhabitants at random. Maria could hear their screams from her vantage point. All she could think was Oh, God, please let Mom and Dad be safe. Please, God, I'm begging you...

Her prayer was interrupted by the boy she was with roughly shoving her out of the way, and before Maria could register what was happening, the boy had turned to stone, a small pink jewel floating just in front of his chest.

Maria was stunned briefly, before working out what had happened. He must have seen the lightning bolt somehow... But what kind of lightning turns people to stone? And how did it even get in here? Did it curve somehow? Her musings were overridden by one specific, instinctive thought.

This place isn't safe. I need to leave.

She got up quickly and was about to dash out of the trolley when her conscience got the better of her, and she walked back to the boy. His arms were outstretched, and his face bore a look of determination and fright. Maria patted his shoulder and said "Thank you" with all the sincerity she could muster. She carefully took the small crystal floating in front of him and placed it in a pocket of her jacket where she was confident it would be safe.

Wait - the statue of the boy... did it just wink at her?

Maria shook her head; this was no time for distraction. She rushed outside and looked for other survivors. Seeing a trolley with a group of people in it, Maria sprinted towards them as fast as her legs could carry her. She passed a young man who wasn't walking so much as shambling his way there; if he kept up that pace, who knew what could happen to him? Maria reversed course a bit and grabbed his hand, trying to yank him towards the trolley. "C'mon, we have to go right now! God knows what could happen to us if we stay here!"

[Assistant] Flor had made it to the trolley and now the old man had sprung into action to get the old thing to work. He started barking orders that Flor took in very carefully. As he ordered Flor and Ethan their two tasks he froze for a moment not sure which one to react to. Flor heard Ethan's order, but didn't really acknowledge it. He just acted. He instantly sprinted out of the trolley looking for people that needed help to the trolley. One couple was already headed towards the trolley and entered as he exited. He searched around frantically but just saw a lot of statues with those crystals. He noticed a few people taking the crystals. Maybe those were necessary to bring the people back. As Flor was running through the statues grabbing all the crystals he could he noticed something moving. It was another couple. Some tech nerd was shambling towards the trolley rather slowly, while some woman tried to help him. Flor pocketed another crystal he just grabbed and ran over to them. "Come on! We've gotta move!" He put an arm around the man's waist and another around the woman's. He fired off his boots, propelling the both of them toward the trolley. They rolled inside of it just as the doors shut behind them. "We're good! That's all we're going to get for now. Do what you need to do." His comment was intended for the old man, but went out to any that would hear it.

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Katrina Meyer
Breathe. Just breathe. Worrying about them isn't going to do anything right now.

Shaking her head softly, Katrina looked around at the trolley they had bundled into. It was a rickety old thing, the rust and wear showing clear signs of poor maintenance. However, the original design had been sound; it would hold up for at least a couple more rides by Kat's reckoning.

She'd notice Vincent grabbing one of those small pink glowing orbs from Randy as they headed over, but had decided not to ask why or what the orb was. Eerily (to Kat, anyway, who was still trying not to panic about her family down in the city), Vincent seemed to be smiling to himself.

It must be the shock. I'll let him deal with it in his own time.

Meanwhile, there was the matter of the others on board. One was a tall muscled man, with severe sharp looking facial features and a military coat. The man in a dark brown hooded robe and safety harness who'd grabbed the supervisor's pink orb from earlier was there too, as well as a younger blonde guy with tousled blonde hair. Noting that the tall muscled man was by the brake, and the (completely shot, Kat could tell even from a distance) motor was in the hands of the blonde gentlemen. So just need to throw the brake and down we go.
What about the other people up on the wall? Are we just going to leave them behind?

Looking about her, Kat noticed a reel of steel cabling lying just outside on the wall near the trolley. If we could tie one end of this to the trolley, and leave one end up on the wall… It would take someone strong or several people, but they could pull it back to them. Her only worry was that it wasn't clear how long the reel would last. Well, we don't have to tie it to the cable car until we reach the other platform.

Kat suddenly hopped out the trolley, grabbing one end of the cable and tying it tightly to a nearby water pump. I hope that's sturdy enough. Ensuring that the reel was in a good position to unwind itself as they descended, Kat jumped back in the trolley holding the other end of the cable. is it long enough? Yeah, I think so. Maybe.Turning around, she quickly threaded the cable through one of the windows of the trolley.

Now I just need something heavy to tie this to-

As she started to think this, she heard a shout and saw a strange amalgamation of people charging towards the entrance of the trolley. Moving out of the way just in time, a man bowled through the doors of the trolley propelled by some kind of rocket boots, taking with him a young woman and nerdy-looking man. The doors swung shut behind them.

The rocket-boots man seemed to be addressing the middle-aged man and blonde guy. Inspiration suddenly struck Kat as she saw the blonde man was holding the motor he had just wrenched off the trolley.

"Hey… any chance you can pass that motor down here? I'm thinking if there's anyone still up there, they could use this cable to pull the trolley up to them . The motor'd be a kind of anchor till we reach the next platform."

Holding the cable was a bad option- if the cable wasn't long enough the impact as it ran out would probably be enough to dislocate an arm if they were moving fast enough. For the same reason, tying it to the trolley could cause it to destabilise if the cable ran out too soon. If she tied it to the motor, the reel would continue to unwind, and although if the cable ran out too soon the motor would be sent flying out of a window, it was probably safer than the other alternative.

Still, if they set off without tying her end of the cable to the motor, Kat resolved to hold onto it for as long as she dared. Despite how desperate she felt about saving her siblings, she had to at least try to do something for the people still left on the wall.

[Assistant]
Otto slid aside as Ethan yanked the trolley's motor loose. The trolley shifted downwards a bit, but the emergency brake held it steady. "Strong as a forest ox, I see..." He nodded approvingly to the young man who easily doubled his old, tired strength. The trolley was swinging back and forth with the movement of several people--one of which had found the brake--and all of which seemed as startled and terrified as himself. He took a series of heavy breaths to restore oxygen to his blood flow and directed Ethan as calmly as possible,"I need that strong back again, lad. That hand brake should work as a throttle for this vessel. I need you to slowly release the lever and guide this thing down one level. I'll attend the injured folk in the cabin. Assign someone to help you, if you must. Unless someone has a better course of action, I recommend we move fast."

Otto hinged his gloved fingers on the edge of the trolley's roof and swung into the cabin, careful not to step on another passenger. Injuries didn't look likely, but scars are not always visible. "Everyone alright?"

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Ethan took a step back as Florence launched himself into the car. He turned to the woman with the cable. He nodded and stepped to the edge, handing her the motor. She nodded to afirm she had a good grip on it, and he let go. Ethan was then approached by the old fellow again, who needed his help lowering the car. He nodded again. If he did much more of this his head would pop off. Ethan crossed to the brake and took it in both hands. He had driven a lot of things, but a rickety old trolley was new to him. He squeezed the lever and inched it off a little bit. The trolley began to drop, very slowly.

Ethan got impatient and moved it further, and the trolley dropped down, scaring the hell out of everyone. Ethan yanked the lever back and they smashed to a halt. "Sorry everyone, it's my first time" he said, grinning. He moved it to a middle position and they lowered right on level with the next floor. He stopped the car. "This stop, infirmary and hopefully not certain death!"

[Assistant]
The city had never been so quiet.

You never realize how much noise you're used to until it's suddenly gone. It's strange to hear your own heartbeat, and you strain to hear something else, anything familiar and comforting. People could go mad in that sort of silence.

The trolley lurched and creaked, but it held together well enough despite the scary state of its gears. With a bit of effort by Ethan and Liam, the old trolley locked in at the first emergency landing, where an unused door was set into the side of the wall. There was no railing, very little standing room, and not much between the trolley doors and a long fall.

Ethan caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye.

BAM!

Something terrible slammed into the roof; the trolley dropped a few jolted inches with the impact. The black-scaled beast stood unscathed from the dent it had made, and it scraped into the metal with its claws; it raised its ugly head and peered at Ethan with murderous, unsettlingly human eyes. With a fangy muzzled grin, it whipped the air with a scorpion's tail and tore open the roof of the trolley like it was paper.

Another one -- dark and fanged, with antlers and spikes and claws like knives -- crawled headfirst down the cables with the ease of a terrible monkey. It paused, and it took hold of Katrina's wire and gave it a powerful yank.

A noise was picking up at the top of the wall. Sounded like hissing and chattering, scratching and cackling.

The first of them skittered down the mirrored inside of the wall -- some of them fell, with wings tilted back -- some of them suckered their way down, slick as frogs. But the sight to be seen was at the top of the wall, where they all crowded up to look over the edge at the city, chittering and whistling and howling and snarling. They were a dark, monstrous mass of matted fur and dark feathers, stony scales, razored horn, putrid slime and dripping fangs -- the stuff of nightmares, terrors brought to life. Occasionally, something almost-human and heartless flashed among the teeming army, and somehow that was the most frightening of all.

Periphery was theirs for the taking.


[System]
Gender: Female
Appearance: Oh, for the love of...!
Age: 21
IGN: Melia
Race: Human
Avatar: I shall not waver.
Equipment: * Hat: Black Ribbon- Just a regular ribbon, except black and made out of silk.
* Clothes: Kosode and Haori- Simple clothes, made by a skilled tailor. These clothes are made of silk, yet do not tear of break easily, if ever.
* Gloves: Leather Armguards- These black leather armguards are durable, though a bit constraining at times. They reach from the wrists to the center of the upper arm.
* Shoes: Open-Toe Boots- Made from the same leather as their matching armguards, these boots are surprisingly unworn, even after their constant usage. One has to wonder what creature could drop such leather in the first place.
* Accessories: A black scarf, folded around the neck. One of only two enchanted items, the scarf passively gives the user resistance to cold.
* Weapon: An enchanted katana, about 75cm (30in) in length. Its ability is to dull slower, thus increasing the longevity thereof until it has to be resharpened.

Level: 99
Skills: * Flash Step C: Move a short distance (read: a few feet) at a near-instantaneous speed. Can collide with this mid-dash.
* Multi-Strike SS: Release 8 consecutive strikes with a weapon over the course of two seconds.
* Willpower C: Passive; resists some mental debuffs (intimidate, confuse, insanity, etc;).
* Katana Mastery SSS: Passive; increases proficiency when using a katana. Also increases damage dealt and attack speed.
* Wind Spirit's Blessing A: Upon use, temporarily increases agility and attack speed. Adds a neat little 'swirling wind' aura at the player's feet.
* Hawkeye D: Increases accuracy. Makes it slightly easier to identify weak points.
* Gravity Shift E: Increases or decreases the force of gravity around the user. At this rank, it can only affect the player and their equipment. Rapidly drains MP if used for more than three minutes, uses it periodically otherwise.
* Discerning Eye B: Can identify more usable materials from the wilderness and from enemies. Can also identify players past some weaker illusion magic.

Personality: From her normally quiet and studious facade comes a thrill-seeking adventurer; having taken up the mantle of her character, Airi has since tried to fully engross herself in the world. Though she may slip every so often back into her old 'work hard, stay quiet, and relax with friends now and then' facade, she's since made a resolution to be more proactive. Not to the point of reckless abandon, mind you, but more outspoken in her thoughts and opinions. Though she may miss her old life every now and then, the excitement of her new one seems to take more priority. After all, who has time to worry about brothers if you've got a giant dragon about to rain hellfire from above?
History: The world of games was no stranger to Airi, who had been surrounded by them for much of her life. With her two older brothers constantly bashing heads over their consoles, Airi found the tried-and-true computer to be more her cup of tea. Communication, after all, was much simpler with a keyboard and mouse than it was with a console's controller. The was by no means enraptured by games; she meant them only as a hobby, one to take up when there was no other story to find elsewhere. Of course, that changed when UE was released.
The level of customization was unlike those she had ever seen; the amount of work the developers had to have put into the game, she reasoned, must have been unreasonably high. And thus she eked out her own character, Melia, and sought to make a story she could call her own.
Many of her friends joined her as well, but as time went on the number seemed to fade away as they found other things to occupy their time. But Airi continued on, shaping her character as she wished. Her longing for adventure was continually realized by the adventures of her character, and that was fine by her. After all, she had her own life to lead.
But then, the two of them were one. What was she to do now?
Pets?: Yes; a single pegasus, yet nameless, obtained a few months ago. Summoned via magic incantation.
Other: Is Japanese-American. Speaks both English and Japanese (relatively) fluently. Likes reading the flavor text and lore just as much as she does playing the game.

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[[A follow up from me and Wolfmaw's post]]

While Lorand had originally planned to go into Araldyne, he quickly changed his mind when he heard the infernal noises inside the city. The place was in a riot, with people running all over the place, screaming their heads off. He would try and calm the other players down, but he doubted that his word would mean much. So he decided that rather than listening to the screams of the collected players for any longer, he'd head to one of his old hang out spots, the small inn outside outside of the west gate of Araldyne, called the Wagon Wheel. The whole reason he hung out there was because it was not a very well-known location, and he could hang out with friends in private or just get some quiet time. He hopped back on Rummahl and swiftly headed toward the inn. When he got there, he simply sat down and ordered a drink from the bartender NPC, who for some reason had a bewildered and surprised look in his eyes. Lorand didn't know why he was looking at him like this, but he simply ignored it and enjoyed his drink.

While drinking, his mind drifted off a bit. He actually thought about what that silly girl Amelia was doing, and if she had actually followed him. However, his thinking was interrupted by a sound coming from right in front of him. It was the bartender, who was garnering for his attention. The man asked "Your name is Lorand, right?". Lorand, more than a little bit shocked, simply answered "Umm... yes. That is my name. But how do you know my name?". The question seemed a little silly, but the fact that the bartender knew his name piqued his curiosity. The bartender responded "Well, you come around here pretty often, so I just happened to pick it up while eavesdropping." Lorand was rather intrigued by the response. This meant that the NPCs had a capacity to remember events before the recent patch. This means that he probably is, all in all, pretty well known by now, considering how he has completed every quest in the game up until the new content. The bar keep left as he was saying the words "Well, enjoy your drink sir." and left Lorand by himself once again. After some more thought about what he had discovered, he decided he would relax in the Wagon Wheel for a little bit.

[Assistant]
Jethro Roranson

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Marcus had went to bed early the previous night so he could wake up early so he could start the patch download as early as he could. For the first time in a long time he was truly excited about something. He had spent the whole morning prepping snacks and drinks, and scheduling bathroom breaks. He had just finished making queso when he heard the alert on his computer go off that the patch was done downloading. "Holy crap that was huge!" He thought when he saw the size of the file. "No wonder it took so long." Marcus' inner ten year old then laughed at the possible "That's what she said" joke before sitting down and anxiously signing in to his account. He was awestruck at the new layout as he clicked to log into his Level 5 Dwarf, Jethro.

That was then things started to get really really really weird. His office seemed to faze out of existance before his body suddenly felt weightless before everything suddenly went dark. Marcus then opened his eyes as he jolted back into consciousness like waking up from a falling dream. His breath erratic he took in his surroundings. He was sitting on the ground in what seemed like a cave. It what looked to him what the inside of The Killigan Family Mine shaft whould look like if he were actually there, but that was impossible. Wasn't it? He then lifted arms that weren't his, watched fingers move under his command that weren't his, and feel facial features that weren't his. At least they weren't supposed to be his. He then stood on legs that weren't his, and that's when he officially freaked.

"I'M FUCKING JETHRO! WHAT THE HELL!" Screamed the dwarf when he realized how short he was compared to what he used to be. His voice echoing in the cavern causing dust to unsettle and fall from the cave ceiling. In the real world Marcus was a little over six feet tall. Now, Jethro is just barely over four feet tall. Although he is wider, thicker, and heavier than he used to be somehow it all seemed natural. He just couldn't get over how short he was now. That would take some time. So with it all starting to sink in he reached over his right shoulder to grab what he had equpped. If he remembered correctly he was farming ore for a quest and had his pickaxe equipped.

It wasn't there. He could feel the weight of it. but the hilt wasn't there. He looked over his left shoulder. There it was. Did the game seriously take into consideration he was left handed? In fact in the real world Marcus was indeed left handed naturally, but he grew an affinity for being ambidextrous for video games. Scoffing he grabbed the pickaxe and hefted it from it's sheath. Oddly enough it felt right, no, completely natural in his hands. Then he remembered the racial bonuses he took into consideration when he picked his first skills. Dwarves have natural affinity to hammers and because of their ancient history being know as miners have an innate knowledge of the craft.

It was then he had an idea. Stepping up to the node he had last been working on Jethro took a swing at it with his pickaxe. All of a sudden a tune he recognised started playing in his head. It was the tune to the rhythm minigame you played to mine. As it appraoched the first verse a tiny light started to appear on the node pulsing to the beat of the song. When it grew brightest Jethro struck it in time to the tune. He loved rhythm games. It was the second reason he chose mining. So swinging and striking and digging along Jethro bobbed to the beat until it was over and a hologram box popped up in front of him. It startled him at first then he realized, how else would they impliment the menus?

He reached for the box when he remembered the game probably registered him as left handed for the menus too. So he switched hands and opened the box. Another interface appeared reveiling what he dug up. A dozen chunks of iron ore, a few chunks of copper ore, and a small raw piece of quartz. He placed them in his bag then returned his pickaxe to his back. Another prompt appeared that said his quest was complete and gave him directions to who he needed to turn the items in to. Jethro accepted the prompt and it dissapeared. He knew where that was. Warehouse district, Aberlyne. He was nearby. Kiligan Mine was in the foot hills outside the west of town. Finally figuring out how to manully access the menus Jethro switched weapons for just in case he ran into trouble along the way and summoned Twinkle, his boar companion. He pet the young female on the forhead before heading off to the city blissfully unaware of the awaiting chaos.

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Laurel Greenethorne
Location:  Aberlyne

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Emily was kind of excited, sure she wasn't a huge fan of MMORPGs but this one was interesting, and she couldn't wait to check it out and see if the patch was as awesome as it sounded. Relaxing back into her chair she waited for what felt like hours for the patch to go through. And when it finally did, she waited anxiously as the progress bar loaded.

What happened next, stole the breath right out of her chest.

WHAT?!

She was not in the game, this was not, could not be possible. Breathing deeply, she looked backwards, and sure enough it was the shop she dropped the loot from grinding at. She was Aberlyne. But that was impossible, screaming she fell to her knees. What the hell was going on.

Looking around wildly, she was freaking out. Jumping up she ran out of town and into the nearby forest.

---

Hours later, once she had exhausted her stamina running and fighting, she found herself near some mountains. Not knowing where she was, she fell to the ground in a heap and waited for the world to make sense again.

[Assistant]
Melia
With a pile of wolf corpses at her feet, Melia let out a huge sigh and wiped the few sweat drops that had formed off of her forehead. It was likely just a pack of wolves that had attacked her, but the fact that they were roaming close to the city probably meant that something more was amiss about this whole situation than she entirely anticipated. After Araldyne had moved up from a trading post into a town, players left and right had worked to clear out the area and deal with the mobs as the NPCs did their thing. That also meant setting up guards to patrol the area. So then why...?

"...This is too strange," she said to herself quietly as she flicked the blood off her katana (was there ever blood in the game? She didn't think so...) and sheathed it back into its scabbard before looking around. The chaos in Araldyne seemed like it would persist a while longer, which meant that, more likely than not, she would be better off looking elsewhere for the moment for relatively-calm people.

"Now, where could I go for that, though...?"

Pulling up the minimap with a few motions of her hand, Melia glanced at the area from above. She was just outside the western gate, which was a few miles off from the base of Rolu Mountain. The journey would take a while, and since she wasn't sure if this was a 'death game' or not, decided against heading there straight away. After all, throwing her life away in a situation like that would be... Incredibly stupid.

Off to the side, though, there was one location that piqued her interest; that little inn, the 'Wagon Wheel' or whatever it was called. If there was any place just as reliable to gather information from in RPGs when compared to bars, it'd have to be inns. Of course, that was assuming the NPCs didn't just spew stock phrases in her face, but at this point she'd take all the knowledge she could get.

---

The walk over had taken about fifteen minutes, mainly because Melia had figured out how to use her 'Flash Step' skill after the first ten attempts or so had resulted with her face-first in the ground (thank GOD nobody was watching). The inn, rustic as it was, seemed to be relatively lively even at this hour. Whether it was from panic or actual joviality, well... She'd find out soon enough.

Carefully opening the door, Melia was relieved to find that the inn/bar (how convenient! Two bird with one stone!) was simply lively. Though most of the people there seemed to be NPCs given their clothing of choice, there was one person that caught her attention; she had seen him many a time on the various endgame raids during her last few months of play. Swiftly moving to take a seat near him, Melia flagged down the barkeep for a simple cup of water with ice before turning to the man clad in armor. Though she usually wasn't one to be proactive, now was a good a time as ever to start.

"...Lorand, right?" she asked, looking him over. "That armor seems... A lot more intimidating in person."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Weapon: Sea Legs - Ornate wooden boots imbued with a lot of water Dust. At the user's will, the boots can generate water that can be used for movement or offensive purposes, from jets to waves to empowered kicks.

Specialty: Tank. Krysanthe is ludicrously strong and her boots are incredibly durable. She can make use of her semblance to weaken her foe's blows and strengthen her own, she is well trained in fighting under the effects of increased gravity and while this makes her slower it makes her blows pack a serious punch. However she does have to rely on her boots for speed as her own is somewhat sub-par and she has difficulty landing a blow on more flighty foes. In addition while she can hit hard and do it a lot, Krysanthe doesn't have much else. If she can't kick, punch, or blast it with water then she's out of luck.
She is 5' 9"
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Semblance: Krysanthe can manipulate the gravity around her within certain limits. She can increase or decrease gravity with it. If she wants to she can target specific objects with this power but she can only affect things within 10m. x3 is pushing herself and is exhausting after several seconds and 1/2 is the same.

Personality: Krysanthe is an energetic girl, one might even say hyper. She commits to things rather easily but makes sure to carry through with them. She doesn't care much for beating around the bush and can seem rather blunt at times, but she really does care about her friends. Krysanthe tends to naturally take charge of the situation due to all the energy she has and is rather impatient which can lead to some reckless decisions at times. Both of her parents are instructors at a Hunter Academy, although admittedly not one as prestigious as Beacon. Of course they did their best to ensure Krysanthe's future and this lead to a great deal of pressure to succeed in order to fulfill her parent's dream of going to Beacon. Beneath her jubilant personality she holds a very deep fear of failure and getting kicked out of Beacon which can hold her back at times. Krysanthe doesn't go by her last name because she doesn't want her parents to affect her experience at school no matter how little.

Color: Shiny Gold

Emblem: A golden sword plunged into a raging ocean

[User]
Robert Fallson - Akward Timing

Since Delta decided to go exploring before class started and the rest of his team didn't seem to be going to Grimm Studies, Robert began the short trek on his own. Even though he had been going to the same class for the last several days, leaving from the Deli instead of the usual exit he took out of the cafeteria seemed to had completely thrown him off. "Where am I now? All these hallways look exactly the same," he said as he quickly began to take in his surroundings. "It certainly doesn't help that this hallway is packed with more students than a can of sardines... If the sardines in that metaphorical, packed can represented the students... Just shut up already and stop correcting your stupid analogy, Robert," Looking to one of the nearby classrooms, he saw the room numbers painted on the front and felt a feeling of familiarity. "Wait, is that the Grimm Studies classroom? I think those are the right numbers," he said as he reached for the door handle.

The first thing he couldn't help notice was that the door just felt... off. "Why's it feel like there's extra weight on the door?" Next he noticed his reflection staring back at him from the blunt side of a sharp knife. "Well that certainly explains it." Robert removed the blade from the door in case someone who wasn't paying as much attention tried to walk inside before looking back up at the only two students inside. "I do not think this is the right classroom." Looking back and forth between the obviously irritated Sapphire and the retreating Shiro, Robert couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity. "Am I interrupting something?" He looked at the picture of a pill bottle that Sapphire had pulled up on her Scroll and then asked, "What's with the pills?"

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - Am I being Detained? Am I free to go?

"Hee!"
Shiro's ear and tail stood straight up in shock as one of Sapphire's knives once again found their way into the wood of the door frame. For the second time today too, just after lunch. His body easing up slightly, Shiro sighed and looked at the ground. Scratching the back of his head as his tail lazily swept at the air behind his legs. Looking back up and turning around, Shiro looked rather disappointed. "Man, you really know how to start a nice conversation with someone who's supposed to have your back. If this is how you start off every conversation with people you know, I'd hate to see how you greet your enemies." Grinning, Shiro shook his head. "Also, I have a name as do you. I'm Kuhaku Shiro. You're Sapphire Rode. Let's keep it like that, okay? You and I aren't necessarily on friendly terms so I'd appreciate it if you didn't give me 'pet' names."

His eyes lazily gazed at the picture Sapphire brought up on her Scroll. He knew what the picture was, but he was going to continue feigning ignorance. At the very least it would rile Sapphire up to the point where she may just give up on the conversation and leave. Of course, he couldn't keep up his fibs for long. If she was persistent and continued to press the issue, Shiro was too honest to keep up a lie. So, he shrugged when he saw the photo of the pill bottle.

"Okay?"
He made a motion with his hands as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Looks like a picture of some medication. What else do you want to know?"

His day was going okay. Not the best start, but he was still having a good day. For some reason, Sapphire always seemed to dampen his cheerful mood. Honestly, he was tiring of his leader. He had every full intention of speaking to her after school, when they could give each other the undivided attention that their conversation would need. But the way his precious leader approached and addressed everything with such cold hostility was seriously starting to piss him off. She lacked tact.

At the worst possible time, Robert walked into the room. It appeared that the guy had gotten lost and entered the absolutely wrong classroom. As Shiro looked at Robert, his expression started to twist into one of intense anger. Great, how many more people were going to learn that Shiro had to medicate to keep his 'issues' in check? He had half a mind to scare off the guy by blasting him with a roar, but that would only attract more attention. No, instead...

An idea popped into his head.
"Hey, Robert!"
His expression immediately brightened.
"Did you get lost?"
Duh.
"Y'know what, I feel like helping a buddy out. What class do you have? I have a better sense of direction and can get you there just in time!"
He stalked forward and grabbed Robert by the shoulders, spinning him around and back out of the classroom.
"Don't worry about it, I was just having a chit-chat with Sapphire. You weren't interrupting anything! What say we get ourselves to class right quick, huh?"

Shiro just managed to push Robert out of the threshold of the door, a few steps out himself.

[User]
Gren Orchid

Lunch was one big flurry of events, and eventually it came to an end. "Party's afterschool! Take a card or find me, we'll be leaving before sundown." Gren tossed out more business cards for people to pick up before gathering his things to leave for his next class: Armory. He's also been working on something or another there, but he has a bad habit of dropping projects to start on something new. He hasn't yet made a finished product, not even one that could be tested. He just had too many ideas to try out first.

Marching off towards his next class Gren arrived shortly after many other students had, but the teacher did not seem to start class yet. Good for him, he won't be late. In fact, he wanted to get to work on a project. Hopefully this one will be finished today: a portable breathing mask. Although Gren was mostly cybernetic, even he required some basic necessities of life: Food, water, and air. The later two he could go without for much longer then most, but without the ability to breath even he'd be in a bad shape. With this mask, he could breath safely in places such as in toxic air or even underwater. He just needed something something to make a hermetic seal for the filtration system, otherwise it'll be easy to compromise with an errant smack. The thing has to be durable after all.

Thinking about it, Shiro would need this, wouldn't he? He still needed to go get Sapphire's daggers. Considering that he hasn't done so already, Gren could guess that they fell into the ocean. Gren could whip up a few more of these assuming that what he needs to make the hermetic seal isn't too costly. Hopefully Gren could get at least one finished before class ends and give it to Shiro. But he'll need help.

Looking around the class most everyone seemed to be busy with something or another. He looked for someone who didn't seem like they were working on a project or speaking to someone. And there was only one Gren could see: Gratia Mindaro. He knew her name, added her to Shiro's list of contacts, but didn't know the girl personally. Now was better then never. Walking over to the lone huntress with the breathing mask Gren spoke out to her. "Excuse me. Are you busy at the moment?"

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode - Empty Classroom ==> Armory
Sapphire closed her eyes in frustration. He knew exactly what it was she wanted to know but he insisted on playing the ignorant fool. She was about to explain in very slow, very simple and very patronizing terms exactly what she wanted him to tell her when someone opened the door, pulling her dagger out of the wood.

It was Robert, not that she'd taken a whole lot of the notice of him. She remembered his name and that his entire team had one day just vanished but she didn't know anything more about him save for the fact that he'd rather look like a fool than hit a girl. It would get him killed one of these days.

She was just about tell him that this was a private matter and he should ask the office where his next class was when Shiro using any excuse to get out of the situation he was currently trapped in offered to assist Robert. They were both out the door before Sapphire could stop them. She didn't want to make a scene in the middle of the hallway but she had to let Shiro know that they weren't done talking about this. She'd bring it up again till he gave her a straight answer. She also needed to get her weapon back, it was still in Robert's hand.

Sapphire weaved through the crowd and snaked up to the pair as they walked away from her. Sapphire laid a hand on Shiro's shoulder. "We're going to have this conversation sooner or later Shiro, if you don't want to talk about it I'll get the information from Ozpin." Then Sapphire turned to Robert. "I'll thank you to return that." She said snatching her dagger from Robert's hand. The handle was covered in his sweat. She was going to have to clear it before using it again. "You might want to work on your sense of timing." With those words Sapphire disappeared into the crowd heading the other way towards armory.

When she got to the class there weren't a lot of seats left available. She was stuck sandwiched between Emerald and Krysanthe. Oswald was only a few seats down which was alright but Sapphire didn't really enjoy being in this close proximity to anyone. Choosing to ignore the sense of danger she was feeling Sapphire pulled out her schematic and started to double check her calculations. If her figures were off the device could let her climb twenty feet up before it gave out and sent her tumbling to the ground. It was better safe than sorry. The schematic was covered with numbers and equations so checking her answers would take some time.

[User]
Robert Fallson - Trying to Help

"I have Grimm Studies next. Wait, wha-" Robert was just able to get out before being suddenly grabbed by Shiro and rushed out of the room. Whatever it was he and Sapphire were talking about, it was obviously something they, or maybe it was just Shiro, didn't want him to know about. Robert's imagination began to get the better of him as he tried to think of the possibilities. Knowing those two's relationship with each other, he very much doubted they were secretly a couple. The dislike for each other seemed way too realistic and in no way appeared an act, not to mention that wouldn't explain the medication Sapphire was showing to him. So what else could it be? Maybe Shiro's been up to something dangerous... or illegal. Maybe Sapphire found out about it and... Nah, Shiro doesn't seem like the kind of person. Then Sapphire caught up to the two of them, made a few comments, and got her knife back. Robert was actually a bit more reassured now because if Ozpin knew about, as Sapphire stated, then it couldn't really be that bad.

As Shiro and Robert reached the door of Grimm Studies thanks to the former's admirable sense of direction, the latter couldn't help but feel the need to tell Shiro something. "Thanks for getting me here, man... Umm, hey, I just want you to know something though... I consider you a good friend, something I've felt to be in a little short supply of. It feels like, whenever I meet someone that I like, something bad always- I'm getting off topic, sorry... What I'm trying to get at is, whatever you were talking about with Sapphire, I'm not going to ask or push for information. It's your business and if you want to keep it that way I understand. As your friend though, I would like to know so I can help. I'm here for ya'. Rain or shine, you say the word and I'll be right by your side ready to fight off whatever it is that's troubling you. Okay? See ya' in Practice, dude." Robert turned toward the door of Professor Port's class and entered the classroom as he gave a wave goodbye toward his buddy. RVGD's leader didn't expect Shiro to tell him the 'big secret', especially right there and then when class was starting soon and the tiger faunas was who knows how far away from his own class, so he would leave and let his words settle.

[Assistant]
Krysthane: Shake It Off

"Oh bloody..." Krysthane let the expletive trail off under her breath. Gawds it was like she wasn't even paying attention. She must've clicked the wrong name on the scroll, stupid super sensitive except when you needed them to be touch screens. Of course even without that she should've remembered the first letter of the team name was the team captain. Bloody.

 The classroom had filled up pretty quickly so now even if she wanted to leave to cover her embarrassment that weren't any more seats. She laughed a little at Oswald's comment, "Um, well I guess we still get to sit next to each other, I guess you could call me the team meat-shield as well so at least we have something in common." She said hoping that blushing she could feel in her cheeks would just go away. Though you would think it would be Ebon with that huge shield of his.

When she turned to face forward Krysthane noticed that someone had snuck into the seat next to her, it looked like they were working on some sort of intensive math problem. Did she have a special assignment from math or something? Or was she working on something with her free time. Maybe should ask about it... nah that would probably just be annoying, the girl looked like she was focusing pretty hard.