[System]
Appearance:
Gender:
 Male
Age:
 17

Personality:
 Though coming off as a bit of a loner, and seeming adverse to conversation, Masahide is fairly well known about the social circles. An excellent student- with grades to match, an excellent study under the kendo club, and has been known to volunteer for community work around the area. However, it's not enough… Or at least to Masahide. Striving for prefection to the point of nearly tearing himself to pieces, the young boy barely has any time to enjoy his own life. It's for this very reason that he seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, 'If only I were better,' a reoccurring thought in his own head. It's because of this that people have seen him passed out during lunch hours at school, or seeming shaken and ill fed. But what would you expect? The pursuit of perfection is a long and excruciating process… Though less than fruitful. He'll never achieve perfection, but he'll never accept it… In the end though, something has to give. And at this point, it's looking to be the boy.

Equipment/Skills:

 Uniform: Masahide takes great pride in his school and studies, wearing his uniform fairly consistently. However, it's not uncommon for him to dress in a rather dark ensemble on off days or when out with friends… If he had any.

 Wakizashi: An heirloom of his family, this masterfully made blade bears a significant importance to his family. It is for this reason that Masahide covets it, training with it hours after school before washing up and heading for whatever activities he has planned.

 Deductive Reasoning: Always the analytical one, if the pieces are laid out before him- odds are he'll solve whatever the puzzle may be. Though it'll take a couple failures (of which he'll hold over his own head), it's only a matter of time before the solution is in place.

 Zealous: You get Masa to swear to a purpose, nothing will stop him. Even if it's simply studying up for a test, or squaring off against someone, he won't back down. The task will definitely take it's toll, and will ultimately consume him if not achieved, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

Background:

 Born to a wealthy industrial family, Masahide would want for nothing. Whatever his heart desired, his parents allotted him. However, over time- this became dull. What worth were these things? Merely baubles and trinkets of his vanity and greed. It was shortly after that realization that he began to strive to make a name for himself. First, it was cleaning the house while his father was out, then it became excelling at school, and then a physical training regime. Then suddenly, the house wasn't enough, he'd seek to assist at shelters and shrines, anything he could do to keep himself busy and making a contribution. However, when his father was diagnosed with heart complications and forced to retire, this merely kicked Masahide into overdrive. Now taking up odd jobs to make up for the lack of income (though it wasn't needed) and going without on pretty much everything, Masa would become an asset to his family. When his father ultimately passed away, many feared the grief would kill the frantic boy. Instead, it had the opposite effect, it mellowed him out. He saw what the years of strain did to his father, so he dialed back his efforts… However, he still spreads himself much too thin. Though he's trying to accept the fact there are things beyond his control, to this day, Masahide Saji will never stop striving for perfection. Even if it kills him.

Persona:

Tyr-

 Known as the Norse god of war, Tyr was considered one of the wisest and most courageous sons of the All-father, Odin. No clearer was this evident then the binding of Fenrir. The mighty wolf was the harbinger of the Ragnarok, or so the gods foresaw, and they attempted to bind the massive wolf. Every time, Fenrir broke free and grew wiser to his own strength. In a final act, the gods had dwarves craft a 'ribbon' that was strong enough to bind the wolf, yet would not openly display this prowess. Having grown wise to their schemes, Fenrir offered to wear the ribbon if one of the god's placed their hand in his mouth. Tyr volunteered. Though he lost a hand in exchange, it kept the wolf from being able to fulfill his purpose. Disaster averted- Tyr continued to retain his mantle, even if it costed him one of his hands.

Appearance:

Abilities:

Arm Chopper: Deals light Phys Damage to 1 foe and has chance of fear

Rampage: Deals light Phys damage to all foes 1x to 3x

Matarukaja: Increases attack for 3 turns (party)

God's Hand: Deals Severe Phys damage to 1 foe.

[User]
Gen Itoshi
Sunday, 31
st
 - 2015

Warakuma Recreational Center

The sun shined and the wind blew gently and Gen had a smile on his face. Nothing could compare to spending a Sunday morning after midterms week outside the house. His mother had been pleased to hear that he had done tremendously well, or at least appeared pleased. Why would she not be pleased to hear that her son was only two points away from a perfect score? Oh yeah, that was how she put it: 'two points away'. But at least that was more than enough to keep her satisfied for a few weeks; hell, maybe even a few months.

Gen took his thoughts away from school for a moment to open the door of the Recreational Center. Due to the inexorable coming of summer, he was wearing a plain t-shirt that was blue at the collar and shoulders and faded to gray from mid-chest down. Besides that, a pair of jeans and his sole pair of casual sneakers. The only other footwear he had was the school's reglamentary shoes, and he had to leave those at the entrance before getting in. He remembered how he had outgrown two pairs in his second year of middle school, when he had quite a growing spur. The funny thing was that Gen's mother threatened him to make him go barefoot if he kept outgrowing shoes. Like, you can't stop growing when you're a teenager, Mom! Or so he would have liked to point to her.

As soon as he entered the lobby, Gen saw someone that caught his eye. Or rather, it was impossible that it did not catch his eye, for it was someone he knew and saw on a regular basis. However, the context was different, and she seemed so strange without her school uniform that Gen needed a moment to remember just who she was. But her name came to him; they were in the same class, after all. Gen walked up to Shizuka, waving at her. Even though they were not exactly quite acquainted to each other, ignoring her would have been plain rude, and being exaggeratedly friendly all of a sudden would have been awkward; but a few words with a school acquaintance had never heard anybody.

"Hello, Otonashi-san! Didn't expect to meet you here," Gen offered as a greeting, looking down at her from his standing position. "Good job on the midterms, by the way. How've you been?"

[Assistant]
Strawman Hospital
31/5/2015 Sunday

The enemies took hits easily, they didn't seem the dodging type. Leiko and Chiaki stood in the back throwing out a few spells to help with the offensive effort, but as soon as they did, some of the other shadows that weren't already under attack, fired their handguns at the party, halting the spell assault. Akane's Persona strode in, doing some serious damage to one, but the thing is, there were four others, and she felt a bit of pain as soon as the one beside the one she attacked struck her Persona, and then very quickly another followed up with the handcuffs, managing to bind Setanta.

Rui immediately went in with a Gale Slash, restricting all of their movements while doing damage just for that moment, giving Setanta some room so that the bind would wear off after a couple moments of struggling.

"They can fight in range or melee, and can bind a careless advance. We need to hit all of them at once. Akane, Chiaki, Leiko, focus on picking them off once I use Gale Slash again", he ordered.

He called upon Askr again, moving fast into the center of the shadows before disappearing into a hurricane of slashes for a single moment, causing each and every one of them to stagger. This was their chance.

[User]
Akane Hanazawa // Strawman Hospital
Sunday, May 31st, 2015

Setanta burst through and managed to deliver serious damage one of the shadows but the remaining ones managed to bring an end to their magical support. With the support having been halted, the shadows next to her target, struck her persona and causing Akane to feel the hit, making her stagger a bit. Not giving them much time to rest, the shadow followed up with the handcuffs and managed to bind Setanta. Well, at least we know for sure now...But damnit...

Soon after, Rui went in, with Askr, and managed to break the bind, freeing Setanta before giving out an order. "Got it," as she took a stance. Having all selected their targets of attack, they waited for Rui's next move. Once he summoned up Askr and hit all of them with a Gale slash, they made their move. Summoning Setanta again, they went in for a finishing Kill Rush.

[Assistant]
Saji Estate - Dojo

5/31/2015

 "Things have gotten kinda crazy around here, haven't they?" A youthful, and spirited voice called out in the background, echoing subtly in the open air of the dojo who's only competition was the subtle grunts of Masahide as he swung his Shinai. It was that time of year when Masa's cousin -Yamato Saji- and his family paid a visit to the estate. Today marked the fourth year anniversary of Shinjiro Saji's passing, and without fail relatives would flock to the estate to pay their respects to the man and offer assistance to his widow and son. Always, Masa's mother turned down the offers, each with a polite bow and a friendly smile... But these were things that Masahide took no part in. His father had passed, and now he was responsible for the well-being and reputation of his family in Warakuma, customs and sympathy be damned.

 Still... The boy would be lying if he said it didn't effect him somewhat, possibly the cause of his growing frustration as he attempted to perfect his strikes, though seeming to be of no avail. With one final downward strike, Masa paused, "I haven't noticed."

 "Right. You haven't noticed several of your classmates disappearing and suddenly winding up in the hospital? Not even the one out of your class?" Yamato spoke, his tone clearly agitated though with a bit of jest.

 "You're well informed." Masa replied, lifting his arm to wipe the accumulating sweat from his brow. He hadn't kept track of how long he'd been practicing, though from the mounting fatigue and soreness of his already worn muscles, he could fathom a guess... Then again, time seemed to drag on while Yamato was on a tangent.

 "You know me, always up with the times. Plus, the updates on the news help... You sure you're ok?"

 "I'm fine. I go to school, I work, I come home. Not much time to get kidnapped."

 "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say mister perfect," Yamato waved his hand dismissively with a sigh as he stood from his seated position, brushing off his jacket before looking back to his cousin, "So, Auntie wants me to take you around town. Anything in particularly interesting around here? This place isn't like Okinawa, and I haven't really spent much time outside of the estate."

 "Not interested, thanks." Masa said flatly, reversing his grip on his weapon before making his way over to place it in the empty spot on the rack alongside the few others that sat perfectly aligned.

 "Not like you have much of a choice. You really want your mother to yell at both of us? Nothing against your mother... But she can get scary when you piss her off."

 At this, Masa couldn't help but chuckle. It had been a long time since he'd seen his mother truly angry, most of the time she was casting her usual smile as she tended to her business around the town and home. For what all she's suffered and been through, you'd never meet another with a more cheery disposition... Yet the memory of Yamato being scolded for knocking a set of dishes off the counter was always a rather amusing image. Her eyes narrowed in anger, her voice booming and echoing within the dinning area while Yamato stood there dumb-founded with a broom and dustpan. A priceless image.

 "Uh huh. That's what I thought. Come on, let's go," Yamato remarked, having spotted the subtle smile that had grown across Masa's lips. In annoyance, the raven haired boy sighed, wiping his brow once more with his arm before following after his cousin.

 "Let me hit the bath first, I'll meet you in town."

Warakuma- Streets

 "So, what's the plan?" Yamato remark, lifting his arms up and behind his head before crossing them, seeming overly relaxed and at ease in contrast to Masa's rigid demeanor, his hands stuffed into his pockets with his gaze locked forward.

 "This was your idea, idiot," Masa replied curtly, his agitation worn like a badge upon his button up shirt.

 "Moody much? Still, it's good to get your ghostly self out into the sun every once in awhile," Yamato seemed pleased with his own retort as his gaze faced forward once more, wearing a triumphant smile as they continued to walk down the sidewalk, "Oh, by the way, don't dare check your phone. Any talk about going to your 'jobs' and I'll smash it on the pavement."

 "I'll be sure to return the favor to your teeth if that happens." Yamato let out a audible laugh at Masa's threat, seeming to not be intimidated in the slightest. Onward they ventured, the contrasting duo roaming the city out of boredom.


[System]
Age: 16
Story They Are From: The Lion King
Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family
Father- Scar
Mother- Zira
Brother- Nuka
Sister- Vitani
Crush/Partner: N/A
Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will
Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways.
History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them.
Other:

[User]
Peter

Peter rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," he mutters, not even bothering to tell them that he's over three hundred years old and still looks like a teen. He smiles softly down at them and says, "Well, if you ever need any help, you can always come find me. I may not know a lot, but I can sure give it a good try." He turns to face the stairs as the elderly woman begins to talk.

"Welcome, all, welcome!" the woman announces. "Welcome to Fairytale Academy, the only academy of its kind. Here you will learn everything that normal students never get to learn, such as dancing, fencing, kayaking, and so much more." The woman gives a grand smile to the crowd of students. "My name is Glenda Fey, but just address me as Godmother Fey. I am here to help you learn and to teach you all the things that you will need to know as you go throughout your special lives." Her rosy cheeks bulge. "Now, I must warn you. There are a few rules for here. There is no going into the hallway after midnight or going outside after midnight. No being late to meals and do not go into the forest without a guide. Girls so stay in girl dorms for the night and boys in the boys' dorms. You may mingle in them during the day." She smiles again. "I do hope that you all have a lovely time here. It is about five o'clock right now and dinner is at six o'clock sharp. That gives you enough time to find your rooms with your roommates and tour the academy. All of you will have the same schedule and it will be posted outside your dorms tomorrow morning at eight AM. Now, get going and I will see you all at class tomorrow!" She giggles like a little girl and suddenly, with a poof of bubbles, she's gone.

Peter stares at the place where she was before shaking his head. He's seen worse. He looks down at the siblings and says, "I guess you two are getting split up."

Belle

Belle is slightly offended that Beast did not talk to her longer, but she doesn't dwaddle on it, as the elderly woman begins to speak. She goes through all the rules of the academy and what they are to expect out of it. None of this bothers Belle; she actually expects it. What she doesn't expect is the woman to up and disappear before everyone's eyes. Belle's jaw drops. She has only read about magic in her books, never seen it in real life. Was that magic? She shakes her head. No, it can't be. It was probably just a parlor trick.

She begins to think about the whole roommate thing. That can't be too good... She sighs and walks inside, carrying her bag in one hand and her book in the other. This whole experience is going to be interesting.

[Assistant] The old woman, Godmother Fey, started talking. Shocked Kyrin leapt to her feet, moving forward and joining the edge of the crowd around the lady. Kiy listened, shifting nervously from foot to foot. Paying attention, and filing the information away for future reference. When Godmother Fey finished and disappeared Kiy didn't even blink, but having been disappearing for most of her life, it wasn't really that weird for her. Heading inside she followed the dark haired girl from earlier, hoping she had an idea where she was going. Kyrin had heard a ruckus about a map earlier, but having never really even seen the letter itself, there was no way she would have gotten or even seen a map.

[User]
The Mad Hatter

Hatter watched as the lady appeared - no - She literally appeared out of thin air. He passed it off as his mind playing tricks on him. The woman - Godmother Frey - explained the daily situations in the academy. When she said "Roomates", Hatter swore aloud, and apparently a couple students had heard him, as they glanced at him. He ignored them his to the best of his ability.

Roommates? Hatter sighed. The last thing he wanted was to share a room with someone again. At the orphanage, he'd earned his own room, being one of the older kids. He'd not shared a room with anyone for almost two and a half years. He prayed to dear God that it wasn't that magician kid or the overly-perky guy... The big, scary dude... that would be okay. Seemed like he didn't like talking - that's exactly what Hatter was wanting.

When Godmother Frey concluded her speech, she vanished in a spew of purple mist and bubbles. So he hadn't been imagining her appearance... Honestly, the fact that the lady had just performed magic didn't bother Hatter. He'd always figured that magic existed... otherwise, how would he be able to explain that one time with his Hat? How else could he explain his hat being able to switch forms - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, any kind of hat...

When everyone pooled inside, Hatter pushed through the crowds, hoping to get to his room first. When he found his room, he looked at his room mate - Hatter almost cursed again... He slid his hand up to his fedora and straightened it... Oh joy.

Overly-Perky boy...

[Assistant]
Things appeared to be heating up as an air of tension formed around the encounter of that beastly man and that magician. Elsa was sure that the big man was going to club the smaller man after weirdly touching the boy's hair. A low sounding chuckle that sounded more like a large primate grunting. But then nothing happened and the larger man walked away, which settled well with Elsa. If the first encounter she had with people was a brawl between two people, she'd probably just want to quit right now.

So with the verbal squabble coming to a close, Elsa turned back to someone who appeared in charge. An elderly lady who had been quietly observing the conflict without interfering, which was another questionable thing. Why didn't she---?! Before Elsa could finish her thought a winged creature ran into the side of her head and squawked loudly in fright. Elsa also cried out in shock as she fell to her knees, covering her head in defense.

A boy ran over and tried to assist Elsa back to her feet and she swatted his assistance away for his own good. "No! I don't need your help! Please..." She yelled in frustration, her thin Norwegian accent on display. She got to her feet, immediately feeling bad about yelling at this stranger. She took a deep breath and said in a much quieter volume. "Sorry. It's best if you just... Sorry." She turned away, wanting it this moment to be over and lucky for her, the older lady spoke and interrupted any and all interactions.

After a quick briefing, the lady vanished in a flurry of bubbles... Elsa was quite surprised and despite some of the more "unique" attributes of some people here, she didn't expect that to happen. Elsa felt a surge of relief bubble inside, unfocused on the unnatural properties of what had just happened, because it meant that everyone else here might be in that same state. Maybe, just maybe, Elsa can let loose for once. But that was a dangerous thought and right now she just needed to step away as she already felt exhausted from everything so far.

So Elsa was the first to step inside and immediately set out to find her room. Some clearly marked signs lead her straight to the girl's dormitory area but she wasn't the first one there. Another girl with red hair was already searching for her room and maybe she found it as Elsa approached and stood right next to the girl with the brilliant red hair. Above the door was a plague:

Elsa
Muriel

Elsa took a glance at the red hair girl. She was a petite beauty who was about four inches shorter than Elsa. Her skin looked to be a healthy color and reminded Elsa of California, or what limited experience she had with it. The two couldn't appear more different.

She looked down at her feet and thought of something she could say but couldn't think of something clever or funny, much to her own frustration. "Um.. Hi!" She eagerly said with a quick wave and a flimsy smile. "Are you Muriel?" She asked, gesturing her head and eyes up to the plague.

[User]
Hansel and Gretel listened to the elderly woman obediently, but when they heard about dorms and stuff, both of their jaws dropped like it was the largest insult you could give to them. "What?!" Hansel demanded, outraged. "No!" Gretel protested, as against their seperation as her brother. But Godmother Fey already disappeared, and in quite a flashy way, they had to admit.

They suddenly grabbed each other dramatically, as if each other's lifeline. "Heck no are we seperating!" Hansel stated, facing Peter. "We never ever split up!" Gretel piped up. Then they let go of each other reluctantly and clinged themselves to Peter.

"Dude, we need your help!" The male half of the twins begged. "I mean, who would protect my sister!" Gretel rolled her eyes at this, but said to Peter. "I'm...not comfortable away from my brother much as well..."

"Do you know any sort-"

"-of loopholes or somethin'?"

[Assistant]
Beast listened to the old woman, glad that things were moving along and he could get out of this crowd. He did admit that the woman 'poofing' shocked him, but not because of the magic. Hell, he spent the last few years with a tea pot as a head maid. Beast let out a long sigh, a tired look in his eyes.

Entering the building, it did not take him long to locate his room as his things were sitting out in the hallway blocking the path of several students. Sighing once again, he mentally cursed the driver for being lazy and glanced at the door.

Adam
Kovu

...

...

Did they have to use his real name? Another sigh, this time with a hint of a groan behind it. He picked up one of his many bags and pushed the door open, apologizing gruffly to the other males in the hallway. It was a rather plainly designed room, just the basics as far as he could tell. That would soon change. He decided to take the room/bed nearest the window and began placing his things about the room and out of the hallway.

He hung up paintings, changed the drapes, put down a rather elegant looking rug in the middle of the space, and on his desk he placed a small glass case. Inside was a single rose, glowing rather vibrantly. Where the hell was he supposed to put it? He wanted to hide it but...

Sighing, he picked it up once again and walked over to his closet. He lifted the fragile thing and placed it delicately on the top shelf of his closet and pushed it to the back corner, out of the way. In this corner, he placed other such nick-nacks, old books, old photos of himself, a ribbon from his mother.

Where and who was his roommate anyway? He didn't remember anyone introducing themselves as Kovu... He hoped to god it wasn't that slick haired boy from before with the magic tricks. Anyone but him.

Beast sighed, looking at the bags of things on the floor before his bed when his mind returned to the plaque outside. He eyed the door before a small smile grew on his lips. Sifting through his bag, he located one of his sharper knives and walked outside and began the process of cutting his name out of the metal.

[User]
Kovu, like everyone else, was taken aback by the elderly woman disappearing in the manner she did. It was magic, of course they would be shocked, although Kovu wondered if he should have been as surprised as he was considering what he could do...but that wasn't magic, it was... normal. It wasn't magic, it was just the way he was, just the way his family are, just the way his old town was...

Kovu picked up his bag and walked into the academy, he looked around staring at the intricate architectural details of the interior with wide eyes and a slightly parted mouth but stopped and composed himself when a white haired girl walked past him. It was then that Kovu realised he was about to walk to the female dormitory and turned to see the other males and followed them.

Walking down the corridor, Kovu's head moved from left to right as he scanned each door trying to find his name. Kovu stopped a few feet away from the beastly man he had seen outside, on the door was the names 'Adam Kovu'. Kovu stared at the top name Adam...sounds....normal. Wait! What's he doing?!

"Hey!" Kovu exclaimed, "I don't care what you're doing, but I wanna get into my room," He said bluntly gesturing to the door with a gentle flick of his head. As he waited for Beast to move he wondered whether he should be concerned that this beastly man was trying to scratch his roommate's name off. After all this Adam person was going to be living with him and he would need to find his room. What did this Adam even do to him, it's the first day he's already made an enemy...what if Adam is the guy who did the magic tricks outside


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Dragon, Tarragon variety
Race Information: All dragons are reptiles, closely related to lizards and snakes (squamatas). Dragons have undefined lifespans, age itself has never claimed the life of a dragon, nor do dragons weaken with age, in fact its quiet the opposite. Every dragon, even those that relate with snowy environments or lack any sort of fire ability, have an innate affiliation with fire, and as such they cannot be burned or damaged by heat. All dragons have some sort of magical or spiritual aura, and their biology reflects much of that energy. not all dragons are intelligent, or capable of speaking. Many act like animals or even lack sentience altogether, while others while sentient are unable to speak or are knowledgeable of a language. Lastly, dragons are often born with at least 1 of the seven sins; greed, wrath, lust, sloth, envy, pride, and gluttony. Not all dragons are evil and there are plenty of dragons that could be considered good or benevolent, however they still suffer from at least one of these sins. Pride, wrath, greed, and gluttony are the most common sins.

 Dragons have varying traits and forms to the point that almost every dragon is unique. However all dragons can be classified as one of the following:

Hellkites
(typical six limb dragons, 4 legs and a pair of wings.)

 Drakes
(Wingless 4 legged dragons)

 Wyverns
(Two legs and two wings)

 Basilisks
(Often resemble lizards or snakes, usually having no more then 4 limbs, and rarely do any have wings. However most basilisks have some form of toxic property such as acidic saliva or a venomous bite, and can turn people to stone by looking into their eyes.)

 Cockatrices (bird-like dragons, often resembling a cross between a basilisk and a Wyvern)

 Wurms
(serpentine dragons, rarely have any limbs, and many vaguely resemble reptiles. Often both gigantic in length and diameter, they are rarely sentient. Some resemble snakes.)

 Tarragons
 (Like hellkites but are bipedal, some may have forms that could resemble a dinosaur.)

 Drakkens/draconians
(Dragons with a humanoid posture and build, often ranging between 5'11 to 9'10 in height, they are as varying in appearance as any other dragon, though all drakkens are sentient)

 Longs
(Asian styled dragons, serpentine and with 4 limbs, though wingless they can usually fly as if they defy gravity. Longs are often the most intelligent of dragons and usually are more involved with spiritual energy then magic.)

 Drosians
(dragons that do not fall under any other category are Drosians.)

Elemental, Fae and hydra dragons are mutation-like traits that happen within individuals regardless of type. Elementals often are more magical then biological, for example they may have a shell of ice over a frail naked body, or an armor of lava-flowing stone instead of scales. The weakness of an elemental are the opposing elements, for example fire can weaken the magic significantly of an ice elemental dragon, although dragons cannot burn the heat against those of ice can render them unconscious. Hydras are dragons with multiple heads, some can even regenerate new heads. The number can vary within 2 to a thousand, though it is rare for a hydra to have anymore then 20 heads. The heads of hydras are either each independent heads, or are all one conscience. Fae dragons tend to have butterfly-like wings and generally have fairy-like traits, they also are usually quiet small, they have various magical qualities that can be attributed to fairies as well.

Being cold blooded, most dragons are vulnerable against cold conditions and attacks of the sort, with exceptions of dragons that have an affiliation with it. Dragons usually have tough scales that act as natural armor, though their bellies tend to be of soft scutes and scales that are the Achilles heel to their physical defense. Dragons have a hard time of overcoming their sins, affecting their personalities and decision making.

Most dragons can regenerate naturally at great rates. They can regrow a loss limb or tail within a few months, large wounds can heal in weeks, however if they are fatally wounded something else must keep them alive in order for them to recover on their own. Some elemental dragons can regenerate certain factors seemingly instantly, and many hydras can also heal most wounds in minutes.
While many dragons have access to magic, their breathe weapons are usually from biological factors instead of magic, though many have sortof blended or amplified their breathe attacks with magic. The most common breathe weapon for dragons is fire. While dragons are affiliated with fire, they are not completely immune to it. While they cannot be burned or damaged by heat alone, the force from flames can knock them back with enough force, and elemental dragons that are weak against fire will start to loose conscienceless and magical power against great amount of heat.

Most dragons are capable of great strength and speed, attributing to their massive size. Dragons with forked tongues have a great sense of smell like most lizards and snakes.

Dragons are considered scourges to both humans and monsters, and even benevolent dragons can be criticized or faulted for crimes of their kin. Dragons vary greatly in power, though only those that can communicate and have a sentient intelligence can attend the school, and as such the monster world classifies them as S Class, since most dragons that have these qualities are powerful enough to qualify this ranking. However not all dragons are so strong, as some can be as low as a D class.

Most dragons are territorial, often fighting with other dragons for areas both in social constructs or in savage wilds. However some dragons form broods, or clans. A single or pair of dragons often hold authority either by brute force or wisdom over other dragons, and creating family ties within them. As such broodlings tend to resemble closely to the leading dragon.

Whelps are dragons that are under 100 years old, and is also used as an insult to dragons. Despite variety dragons are quiet rare both in numbers and interactions with others. Even among monsters dragons tend to keep to themselves or their broods, rarely interacting with other monsters except when they wish to consume them or burn down their society.
Appearance: Dragon (estimated fully grown size depicted; currently stands 21 ft. at the hip); in human form Drake is of a stocky build, standing roughly 5'9". His hair is black, like his scales, and his eyes are gold. Tends to wear darker colors, usually preferring camouflage-patterned clothes.
Backstory: Drake can trace his dragon ancestry back to some of the most prominent dragons of folklore-- Ryūjin (a Long-variety), Wani (a Tarragon-variety), and Leviathan (a Drake-variety). Despite this, he doesn't behave like he's entitled to everything because of his bloodline. Among his race he has been deemed "exceedingly odd" due to his curiosity for aspects of human culture; namely, he has a love for pop culture, ranging from music and movies to cosplay and video games. Like all dragons he is derived from one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Greed in this case. He is an incorrigible collector of anything and everything that strikes his fancy, including toys, films, anime and manga; the last time someone tried to borrow from his collection without permission, the individual in question was found out at sea after Drake flipped them out towards the ocean with his tail (had they not been a yōkai, they would surely have been killed). Unlike many dragons he finds himself attracted to other races, even humans and humanoid species like kemonomimi. Due to his habits being outside of his family's societal norm, Drake has been allowed to go to Yōkai Academy so long as he doesn't bring further "shame" to his family.
Personality: Drake is usually very quiet, and even shy around girls. Despite his bulky, gruff appearance, he's quite afraid if being rejected. However he does his best to get along with others, even if he doesn't like them. He has a natural gift for being able to tell about someone almost instantly by reading their body language, tone of voice, and actions. However, if pushed too far, Drake can and will snap. Despite doing his best to be a gentleman, he is quite perverted (though he would never do more than peep); he is also a diehard yuri fan. Being derived from Greed, he is territorial about what is his, especially a ring from his mother, and a good-luck charm necklace from his first love.

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Drake clapped his hands over his ears in an attempt to block out the scream. He forgot that Seafolk often had this ability, particularly in their women. It was a self-defense mechanism, particularly effective against predatory aquatic species. Species like me, he thought. Water is quite the medium for sounds to travel through. One could literally communicate with someone across the ocean, given enough energy and time; a call from Leviathan in 1997 had been picked up on hydrophones leagues away when he was wounded by an enemy. Friends in the NOAA had recently covered it up by claiming it was the sound of ice breaking, after a fictional story on mermaids misled people into thinking that Seafolk were real.

A sonic blast like Suba's was meant to stun nearby enemies, as well as warn any of their kinfolk to remain clear of the area, or come help. But no matter what, this sound affected Drake in the same way. His instincts told him to run from the noise. However, he held still.

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Before Drake and Katherin could answer him, the girl who was sleeping suddenly shouted, an ridiculously loud noise.

Einar screamed in agony, his ears and head bursting with pain, unable to suppress his enhanced hearing and keep his disguise as human. By pure reflex, Einar ran straight to the girl with an impossible speed and agility avoiding the students and other desks in his way, the only thing they could see was a green blur.

Knocking Cabal away, Einar took the girl in his arms, taking her away from him in the blink of an eye and closing her mouth with his hands, before collapsing on the ground, unconscious, with his long ears laying back with the openings down, doing the best he could to protect them.

They could see a small drop of blood getting out of his ears.

@olcharlieboi @ViannaNight @KatherinWinter @Vulkan @dragonmancer @Otaku95

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Serona

The Siren found herself face to face with one of the more attractive boys in the class, his curiosity overtaken logic in an attempt to find the reason behind her actions. Leaning back in her seat, she crossed her arms loosely beneath her breasts, lips curling in amusement. Lips parted as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. Unfortunately, when the girl splashed the one in front of her, she wasn't splashed as well. I'll have to go swimming later, she mused to herself before sea blue eyes met Leo's.

"You lo-"

Serona was cut off by the sudden scream from the other girl. A Seafolk it seemed. Unlike several others in the room, the Siren was not bothered at all by the screeching, and stood to face it. One boy seemed conflicted as to how he should react to the scream, and another ripped her from her captors gaze only to fall to the ground as a result. Evidently, her and the one boy were those who knew what the scream was meant to do.

Serona strode around her desk, gaze intent and serious on the other girl of ocean origin. She was soft though when she made it there, a hand touching her arm softly as she whispered to her. Her voice imbued with calm, carefully making the attempt to send the girl back to sleep. While she was disorientated she might fall for the Siren's tricks, but it wasn't likely.

"Quiet Child, you are safe now. The danger is passed."

@Otaku95@TheHangedMan@Vulkan

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@Otaku95
Katherin had been about to assure Einar that she would help him. Despite the lack of emotion in his voice and face she stI'll hoped to be friends. She figured he had shut down to protect himself. She had done that a few times so she understood the need. She hoped that he would see that not everyone was cruel or heartless. She might not be the strongest or the most interesting but she was a good reliable friend. But before she could say as much the sleeping gurl hit her with water. Katherin considered herself a calm patient person but there was no excuse for the girls action. She raisee her right hand to the ceiling and summoned her staff. She didn't need her staff to do most of the spells she knew. But she would need it for the spell she had in mind. A long wooden staff appeared in her hand.

[User] Mira smiled at Cabal was he flirting with me? she thought. "I would love to have lunch with you" she said. Before she knew it there was a loud screeching sound as Cabal grabbed the who was asleep. Mira cried out a fox's cry. Her ears popped out as she covered them and curled into a ball. Once it die down she was slowing uncurling from her ball. Her tails were wrapped around her.

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Drake sensed that the scream had stopped. He uncovered his ears, but they still rang. It would be a miracle if nobody in the classroom had a ruptured eardrum. He noticed that one of the girls had covered herself with two fluffy tails. The dragon stood, still feeling a bit disoriented, and crouched beside her. She was covering a pair of fox ears.

Drake touched her hand lightly to get her attention. "Mira, was it?" he said. "It's okay." He knew kemonomimi had more sensitive hearing than most races, simply due to the fact that they had an extra pair of ears; their animal ears were on par with creature counterparts.


[System]
Race
Human

Age
12

Gender
Female

 Fears
Dragons, loss of control

 -Description-
A small human girl of no older than 12 with uneven and gently singed light brown hair that stops around her shoulders. Her clothing is simple cotton, though the dress is burnt away and singed in many places. It leaves one to wonder who allows her to dress this way, or if there is anybody to care at all, certainly the messy hair, wild grey eyes and lack of shoes adds to the look.

 -Personality-

She is a suprisingly angry little girl, for being worshipped as a phoenix in her hometown far from most civilization. Prone to sudden mood swings, she can enjoy the company of a person one moment and wish them ash a second. Despite her natural pyromancy however, she is still a little girl and is just as curious and naive as the next.

She is surprisingly kind however, always quick to smile for birds, and quick to tears for the injured. In fact, even if she is quick to anger and stay angered she has a wide array of emotion that she chooses to try and hide from the world.

 -Pyromancy-
 Due to the wild nature of pyromancy it can obviously be destructive, but when spark focuses she rarely intends true harm and due to this she has little combat experience outside of temper tantrums that involve setting herself ablaze, often catching things things around her in her rage.

Spark is what mages refer to as an " Elemental " a mage born with a gift for a single elemental catagory, with no true hope of learning magic outside this catagory. Spark's element is fire.

Wards
 Due to her lack of control, Spark has taught herself a few weak flame wards to prevent her from setting ablaze the things she enjoys keeping around.

These wards are able to redirect heat and flame away from the object in question. These wards are weak, and break easily from overuse and at the end of the day, forcing her to practice her wards by constantly reapplying them to the required objects.

-Skills-

Burning things
Both a skill and a very much enjoyed activity.

Sewing
A little girl must know how to keep her only set of clothing from falling apart, a skill she can thank her mother for.

 Elvish speaker
A crush on an older Elf boy in her village led her to spend a lot of time learning the Elvish way of life, her illiteracy means she cannot read or write her own language let alone Elvish, but she is fluent enough to hold decent conversation.

 -Background-
Her life was that of a simple trading village on the edges of civilization and belonging to none, her home was a trading hub of information and goods, people and lifestyles that all clashed in often strange ways.

For the first ten years of her life she enjoyed herself as a normal, albeit tempermental child. Since age four she was an admirer of the elvish people and their ways, the orphaned girl spending more and more time alongside the long living peoples. At age 7 she gained a best freind in an elvish boy who acted as a buffer between Spark and her poor decicionmaking.

As one would expect from the life of a child, nothing truly extraordinary happened until age 10 when her pyromancy developed, resulting in a forest fire. The two years that followed were a blur, magi and researchers came and went in an attempt to teach Spark to harness her abilities, to no positive result.

It was only in the week of madness and the days to follow that Spark had begun to wish she had practiced her abilities.

The world fought, and Spark was stuck in the middle of a sudden four army war with nobody truly belonging to any one side. As far as Spark knows or cares, she was the only sane person to escape her village.

She followed the story, as many children had. She found a new family in these forgotten and abandoned, but unfortunately a few wished to save the adults, a poor decision in her mind but who is she to argue?

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Spark was in a strange mood, not really sure of anything right then. It was not just her either. As she walked she joined one other, then as they kept walking more and more arrived until a good 50-60 children walked alone into the middle of nowhere, nearly all too terrified to even think about approaching a settlement until everybody was too hungry to complain.

It was nearly midnight, and it took hours of arguing between thevolder kids, something Spark was glad she had not been a part of. Eventually though, they had to go, sending a party of older kids into a strangely quiet town at the edge of the forest the rest hid in. The little town was quiet, no torches burning or smoke rising to be seen. The buildings themselves were of simple make, sturdy and made of the wood from the nearby forest. The cultivated land nearby betrayed the small settlement's farming origin.

Spark had not been chosen to go with the older kids, but she snuck along anyways until they were too far into the village to argue. They were there for supplies of any kind, food, water, blankets. Ways to defend themselves would not go amiss, but they were children and this was a farming village, there would not be too many useful items.

The fight that happened here did not last long, a fact apparent by the multitude of bodies that lay still in the center of the village, a group that thankfully was devoid of children. Spark avoided looking at the dead, she was reminded of the undead that attacked when she was 7, easily repelled but frighteningly persistant. Spark almost half expected these bodies to getvup as well.

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A E L I N O R  K I A N D A L L
Unknown Town
Midnight

Eli never believed in ghosts. They were nothing but products of a simple mind, existing only in stories told to babes and old men to fill their heads with needless fear. She was almost a woman grown. Her resolve would not be shaken by such nonsense.

And yet, as the small group ventured deeper into the darkness of the town, Eli could imagine herself forgiving those who believed it haunted. She did not, no of course not, but those of a weaker mind--

A scream pierced the silent veil that had settled upon the town, and Eli immediately spun around, bow drawn. Her eyes darted about in the darkness, the tip of her bow lacking a target. A boy few years younger whimpered and thrust his torch forward. Light spread into the darkness, trembling in tandem with the boy's hand, until the source of the scream became visible. Someone had tripped and fallen.

Eli sighed, turning back to where she'd been heading. "Keep your wits about you," she mumbled to whoever happened to be in earshot and pressed on further.

The shadows around them seemed alive. They slithered up wooden walls like snakes, and if one stared at them long enough, they could nearly hear them hiss. Eli would have preferred real snakes to these ethereal ones, in truth.

The light of the torch illuminated yet another face of a man long gone. He was slumped against the outer wall of a house that seemed brand new, carved of wood finer than many a house around it. Eli guessed he used to be rich. In death, he didn't look any different from the corpses of the less wealthy; his eyes were equally empty, and shadows danced upon his pale face all the same, silently mocking his fate.

Eli averted her gaze before her stomach could turn.

She held her bow at ready and edged towards the open door next to him. Whether he'd been meaning to escape or join the fray, the man hadn't gotten far before someone had plunged a dagger into his throat. Was whoever did it to him also dead? He should have been, yet Eli found it hard to still her racing heart as she reached for the door.

It creaked.

Had Aelinor not been accompanied by others, she would have jumped out of her skin. As things were, her pride kept her legs steady and aim steadier. Bow braced, she pushed the door open with one boot. The torch-boy stepped behind her and lit the way inside. The light licked at the wooden floor, sprucing the shadows back into a crazed dance on the walls.

Steadying her breath, Eli stepped inside to explore. If the man was rich, the chances of finding something of use were high - that was, unless someone else had gotten here first.

A sudden shudder ravaged her spine. If someone had, she truly wished they were long gone by now.

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"What a mess."

Angel had to keep a sunny disposition. It was to keep her sanity. Laugh in the face of danger, and maybe you can pretend to be brave.
 Inside she was freaking out and kept her pitchfork nearby. She wished she had a real spear but that was the best she could do for a long time now, and frankly, it worked pretty good so far.

Anywho, she didn't need torches, her unique structure could pick up on warmth, and her tongue could taste the air for anything strange. She decided very quickly to keep that in her mouth. It smelled like death here. Alot of these bodies were only a few days old and the flies were having a feast. Without that, and without light, her progress between the buildings were slow.

Having been a farmer herself, she knows how folks would store their food. There was always some stuff in jars and pots, most of the time, meal food like wheaet and corn were stiched in giant bags like flour. There were also the silos. If the silos were here, and their contents weren't completely invested with vermin, the kids could eat pretty for atleast a few days. She had to remember her family though, how they barely did any work in the days leading up to this insanity, and how their hard work was allowed to wilt and spoil. He hoped that this town had thought of something for the winter before everything went to hell.

She thought back of the decision to head into town. "Y'all better not try ta shoot at me, ya hear." She reminded everyone before they went on this little errand. She went ahead of the group. Her tail actually made less noise then everyone's feet, shockingly so she could scout it out first just to make sure. She knows she was different. One of the only 'monsters' of the small army of kids. But she was trying to be a sweetheart as best she could. The kids were scared, and there were worse thing about then a beautiful smiling snake girl. Atleast that was her reasoning. She could swear some of the kids though she was going to eat them, even though she was the one that ended up cooking most of the time.

Regardless, so far so good, but as quiet as things were, she could hear the noises in the distance. A scream even and this made her go peeak past a corner and take a look. They weren't panicking so everything must have been fine.

Speaking of, she didn't check this house yet. She climbed in through the window, her bulk landing with a creak.

She winced at the sound, which almost made herself jump. "Eeep... okay okay Angel, you be brave now." She kept the prongs forward as she vaulted up on her tail. Typical cottage, typical things in a typical house. It was like a hurricane went through it. Tables, chairs, broken windows, soot out of the fire. A rocking chair lay broken, balls of wool on the floor. She made her way to the kitchen, not much better. The pots and pans were scattered, some hanging dangerously from hooks threatening to fall off.

She kept her eyes, nose trained on the floor, the corners, anywhere someone or something could hide. If there was a battle here, where are the bod- She stopped as she almost tripped on a woman's corpse. "Good lords..." She said with a quiver. The woman's head had been bashed in with a frying pain. The blood and pulp had congealed into a blackish mark. This made the naga put a hand to her mouth and back up---

into the pot that was hanging. It fell off the hook and landed on the counter and then the floor with an audibly large crash!

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All in all the place was terrifyingly quiet, smelt of rot and generally made Spark wish she stayed behind. After waiting to watch the others split up, she ducked into a small building, the edges of her hair lit and casting a soft orange glow on the inside of what seemed to be a chicken coop containing a single chicken who stared at Spark with a single unblinking eye. Needless to say Spark was immediately smitten.

Walking out carrying the newly warded and concerningly patient chicken in her arms. Spark wandered around, checking up on the bird every so often. It seemed to blink very rarely if at all and seemed to take interest in the strangest things, such as the tiny flames that flickered across Spark's body.

While the chicken was a goldmine in Spark's opinion, she knew the others would be angry if she did not find something of real value. It was then she noticed the larger of the buildings, an obvious residence to a sort of landowner. Spark remembered her father complaining about a particularly old and stubborn man, and the etchings above the doorway matched the shaky signature of the old man in question.

Ducking into the doorway was the moment Spark noticed the others were there, it was useless at that point to hide really, being a literal living torch holding a now audibly complaining chicken that, while completly still, clucked and grumbled at every flickering shadow.

 " Surprise I guess, look what I found. "

Spark sounded absolutely thrilled about her find, while the chicken meanwhile kept its eyes on the particularly long shadow to their left, clucking in what can only be described as a threatening tone.


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: female

Appearance: Alex is '5 foot "10, with long brown hair and brown hazel eyes. The bottoms of her feet are paw pads and her fingernails are replaced with claws. Her slender yet strong body is covered in an almost peach fuzz similar fur; giving her the color markings of a leopard. She has leopard ears and a slender tail, and her teeth are canines.

 Hybrid animal: Arabian leopard - %50

Abilities: Alex inherited the heightened senses of her leopard counterpart and shares it's strength, but because of a failure in the splicing of her DNA she was not as enhanced as the government wanted.

History: Alex was born in The North Western United States. She was raised by her single mother, who fought to take care of her child because of low income. For the first years of her life Alex endured the poor conditions, but she loved and trusted her mother. She was a good woman.....just unlucky....

 But, when Alex was 5, luck took a harsher turn for the worst and her mother was fired from the single job she had and the bank put their house on foreclosure. There was nothing left; no home....no food.
 It wasn't a surprise when the government came to Take Alex away from her mother.

 But, after She was pried from her mother's arms and taken away, she found herself in a lab dedicated to DNA hybrids.

 Alex was tested on and spliced with the DNA of an Arabian leopard, but after she was changed the government culled her. Although she was split %50 %50, Alex didn't turn out the way her owners intended. She was fast and strong like the leopard, but hardly the super soldier the government wanted her to be.

 Rather than killed, Alex was released into a large mountain range far away from civilization. She lived there for many years; hunting and living like the half animal she was.......but never would she have thought the government would come back for her.

 Alex one day was trapped in a snare while hunting and taken against her will, to a new facility, new tests, and new scientists.

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Alex blinked when Jerric urged her foreword, holding herself from digging the heels of her feet into the floor. Stumbling foreword onto the open course she froze; eyes staring back and forth between the other 'players' as Jerric had called them.
 Standing up she clenched her jaw, glanced back at the sloth man, then smirked and slowly stepped foreword.

 She watched their movements and studied their strategies. With each dribble of the ball she grew a little more accustomed to how the game worked. It really was simple.....one team tried to score in the opposite hoop, while the other did the same. Each hoop was a score....or so she assumed.

That was around the time Armaldo stabbed the ball with his claws; a rather funny situation despite the defeated look on the guy's face.

 Alex smiled encouragingly to him, then nodded to the others, "So....mind letting me in on a game and guiding me on the first few runs? I'm a little new here."

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@Eklispe
Armis giggled at Armaldo's failed attempt to catch the ball.
"Well, that was fun while it lasted."
She turned to Kara.
"So, we did something I wanted to do, what's something you want to do?"

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@WhenBooksFly101@Eklispe

"Er, Armis, I think we have more company," Kara looked past the lizard girl to find the sloth boy and someone she couldn't remember. Surely she hadn't missed an entire person, which meant the girl had to be new. She looked very human-like, same as her.

"Er, hey. Sure, you can play. I mean, we've wrecked our ball but I'm sure there's another one here. I'm Kara by the way," she hoped the other girl would take this as an invitation to introduce herself. Kara was bad with faces, but her sense of smell usually made up for that in recognising people. She'd met so many new people in the last few hours though, but she was pretty sure she hadn't introduced herself to everyone.

[Assistant]
Alex smiled kindly to the others. The untimely demise of the basketball was unfortunate, but she was willing to look for another if it meant she could try playing.
 Nodding to Kara, Alex flicked her spotted tail from side to side and chuckled, "I'm Alex." She stepped closer, curiosity spiking as she studied the odd lines marked over the floor of the room. They must mark the restrictions of the game's perimeter......

[User] Jacky patted Armaldo on the back as the hybrid reached him in an attempt to calm him down. "Hey, I bet it happens all the time. Maybe you could do another sport or something?" he asked, looking around to see if there were any more activities that Armaldo could do. "Maybe you could play badminton or something..."

[Assistant]
Alicia - Intro

Alicia stepped tentatively into the facility. She had been dropped off just moments before by the men who had taken her from the barn, not even allowing her to collect what meager supplies she had in the barn she had lived in. "Hello?" She called out, her small voice echoing through the corridors. "Is anyone there?"

[User]
Armaldo looked at Jacky thankfully, "No, is fine I find somethin-" he interupted his sentence to take a deep sniff. "Hmmm, new smell maybe find someone." He walked off following the smell and rounded the corner to find another one of the Girl things, this one had large white things sticking out of her back. "Aha found you!" he said excitedly, "What are you? Oh and what are those?" Armaldo asked eagerly pointing at the wings. He knew there was someone else, he was getting good at finding poeple smells.
Yuuki@TheBrightestEyes

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[User] "U-um, hi..." Her voice was hardly over a whisper. "U-um, they're m-my wings. W-who are you?" Alicia smiled tentatively at Armaldo. "I just got here. I assume this is the facility?" She looks at his features curiously. "W-what are you mixed with? The plates resemble a turtle, but..." She looks a little closer. "...you don't seem like that."

[Assistant]
As Matt enters the facility in a long coat with his hood up and sunglasses on. He gets escorted to his room. When he enters the room assigned to him he closes all the windows and curtains leaving the room in darkness.
He then looks up and sees a platform that has a gap in it. He then gently closes the door and unfolds his wings and fly's into the second level.

[User] Jacky shrugged as Armaldo left the room, assuming the armadillo hybrid would return after a while. If not, he would always see Armaldo later, right? He instead looked around the gym area, looking for something he was at least a little good at. "If there was a scooter or something I guess I could try that..." he mumbled, remembering when Gramma explained how they worked after he saw someone passing by their house.

[Assistant] Yuuki Armaldo answered the question somewhat puzzled, "I am Armaldo, yes this facility" he wasn't sure what she meant by mixed with but he told her what he was, and he didn't think that there was another place that she could be looking for, although given what he knew about anything that might be wrong. However unlike him the girl did not tell Armaldo what she was, "But um, what you? Oh, and can I touch wings? They look soft." he said excitedly. So that is what wings were. So the things birds used to fly, he wondered if this "girl" could fly as well. Flying seemed like it would be fun, but also scary.

[User] "U-um, my n-name is A-Alicia. T-touch them? I suppose so..." She says, smiling a little at Armaldo's enthusiasm. She thought for a minute, still studying Armaldo's features. "Aha!" She cries suddenly, smiling broader. "You're part armadillo, aren't you?"

[Assistant] Yuuki Alicia, another name to add to the list. He replied to her epiphany quizzically, "What is armadillo?" Armaldo had seen all kinds of animals before. Wolves, bears, fish, birds, but he had never seen an armadillo. He moved his hands towards Alicia's wings slowly and barely tapped them making sure to avoid touching them with his claws. As he suspected they were very soft indeed, especially closer to the base. He sniffed around again, he thought he smelled someone else, someone that smelled like... blood. Hmm...

[User] Alicia faltered, confused. "O-Oh, perhaps I was mistaken. Or maybe you don't know what an armadillo is..." He touched her wings, and she jumped a little, not being used to them being touched. "Haha, that tickled a little." She looked around, confused. "What are you sniffing for?"

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Yuuki @Eklispe

Matt

After his quick snooze at the top half of his room he begins to make his way down. Using his echo location he studies the area he is in with more clarity. After flying down he opens his room door. As he stands at the door he wonders if he should keep his sunglasses on, he paused to think about it before deciding to keep them on.

As he walked into a hallway he stopped and took a sharp intake of breath. two people, hmm they smell tasty...especially the one with wings... he thought as he shook his head to himself as he stood frozen in the hallway. After emitting another high pitched sound he was sure one of them had wings, a girl i think...

Still he stood there, standing still not know what to do or weather to introduce himself. Standing there clad in long coat that covered his wings and sunglass's he wondered what they would make of him.

[User] Aiden walked through the halls when he spotted Armadillo and what looked like another bird hybrid talking. He watched them for a while then started to approach the two. "Oi! Armadillo, Who is your girlfriend?" he said openly inching in between them. He looked at her observantly then rubbed his beak taking note of her wings. "She not part-hawk, and her wings look pretty soft, and they're white." He then rested his arm over Armadillo's head. "Whatever" he said brushing back his hair with his desharpened talons. "It's nice to see another bird-hybrid, I guess." He then patted Armadillo's back nudging him forward and walked towards the gym.

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"Woah! U-Um, hi..." Alicia jumped and smiled a little at the newcomer. "Who are you?" She studied Matt, unsure of what he would have been mixed with.

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Jacky got down from his seat, walking over to a small storage closet he spotted in the wall. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Uh...Guys, I think if we can open this we can get a new ball. Or at least a pump or something." he said to Alex, Armis, and Kara. He took a step back and started to spin in place, hitting the door with his tail in an attempt to open the door. Nothing but a probably broken tail.
@Araby264@Raafling

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Armaldo answered the veggie hawk, "Girl is Alicia, bye veggie hawk." he did not like the veggie hawk very much, to much touching. Armaldo responded to Alicia while carefully sniffing "Hmm, person." An intake of breath turned Armaldo around to face what appeared to be another bird creature, only this one was a "men". He was about to say something when a high pitched noise echoed through his head barely in hearing. Armaldo tilted his head inquistivly, "Strange, what that noise, and what you?" he asked his natural curiosity quickly overcoming his annoyance at the strange noise. The men appeared to have gaint wings, and was wearing glasses like his but colored black. They didn't seem like they would do the same thing his did. So many questions.

Yuuki@SayZun@Maria 127

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@Maria 127@Eklispe

"U-um, hi? And bye, I guess. O-oh, wait! Do you know where I'm, um, meant to go? I just got here..." Alicia calls out to the hawk like person and Armaldo. "A-and, um, what's your name? I assume it isn't veggie hawk..." Alicia smiles tentatively at the others, trying her best to seem at least a little more open.

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Yuuki @Eklispe

Matt

Matt was slow to respond, after all he didn't talk to people much and couldn't get the fact out of his head that he kinda considered them food.

He opened his mouth to speak but decided to walk a little closer to them. Then he finally began to answer their questions. "I'm Matt and yes I made that high pitched sound. I'm a type of bat, so that sound you heard is how I see my surroundings more clearly." He paused for a few minutes before.

"so yeah..." Matt didn't want them to feel sorry for him but he at the same time he did not want to lie to them.

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127@Eklispe

"O-Oh, part bat? That's pretty cool. So... can you, um, fly? Do they work, I mean?" Alicia shyly gestures to his wings.

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Alex tilted her head to one side and stepped over to Jacky as he hit the door. Examining it the gears in her head started to turn....could she break it down? Would the guards or the owners if the facility be angry?

 Nodding to Jacky a small grin came to her face when she saw a weakness in the door. She didn't know much of schooling, but spliced with a leopard's DNA her thought process was more strategic.

 Stepping towards the door she flexed her claws out wards. Placing them under each of the door's hinges she grunted, "Stand back."

 With a sharp pull upwards and out wards, Alex took the door off the hinges and dislodged it from the frame completely.
 Setting it to the side she chuckled in awe, "Hey it worked."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Faunus (White-Tiger based)

Weapon: Kladenets & Perun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Color: Sky-Blue

Emblem:

Appearance:

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Air Docks
Ready for adventure

Things were starting to get a bit out of hand, but it wasn't anything unusual for Gren. Seemed like a lot of things he gets involved in tends to get blown out of proportions. If any more people showed up Gren would be legitimately concerned about trying to feed and entertain all of them. Ironically enough, it wasn't until Shiro came dashing in that the situation could be more controllable. The white tiger came in fast as he crashed into Gren, but as he was already in a low seated position he only slightly tilted forward. Looking over at Shiro, Gren picked his friend up and dusted him off. Then Gren handed a Shiro a skewer before he started packing up his grill.

"About time you showed up. I thought me and Sangue were going to have to hunt you down! Well, the gang's all here then." Gren looked over to Skyra and Emerald, who was now joined by Sepia and Diamond. Sepia wanted to know about their birthdays out of the blue, but Gren obliged her request. "July fourth." It also seemed that Emerald was skipping out of a very important healing process called resting. Gren gave Emerald a sympathetic smile and spoke. "You should head back with Diamond and rest up Emerald. We can play together once you're feeling better. Anyways, me, Shiro and Sangue are going to head to Forever Fall's to pick up some raw materials for upgrades. If you have any request, come find me!"

It was then that their airship had arrived. Once Gren had all this things put away he walked into the airship bound for Forever Fall, hopefully with Shiro and Sangue in tow. He still had the scent of his kebabs fresh on his person, though he intended to get some alone time to rid himself of the stretch. As delicious as it smelled, it was a bit awkward to smell like BBQ. "You two make yourself comfortable, we'll be at Forever Fall's in no time."

@NarayanK@harinezumikouken@SevenStormStyle@Abillioncats@PyroDash888

[Assistant]
Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK

Woooo-sah.

Ben didn't miss a beat, drinking in the hot, black c o f f e e he needed to keep his wits about him. Coffee. Bitter. Bitter coffee. Fixate on that. The coffee.

"It was pretty... Chaotic. And Lauren and I have a very different definition of 'accident'." The brown-haired boy commented, taking another drink of the coffee and casting a glance Amy's way. He held up his closed notebook towards Lauren by way of answer, then elaborated; "I woke up early, decided to get some work done instead of going back to sleep. It's a Saturday, so I haven't got much else to do."

"I'll swing by the armory later, see about getting acquainted. And you and I have a date with a new tonfa."

[User]
Jack Orpheus
Cypher@Suku

Jack froze completely as he listened to the ferret's story, holding his sandwich mid-bite before lowering it around the end of the story. So it's been through a lot, he never thought he'd hear it from its own mouth. It seems Scoot belongs to Team Swansong, pet-wise, technically, even if it didn't feel that way it was a much more convenient term. Between experiments and the regular meeting someone nice and now it's good times, what were those experiments all about...? Scoot was probably not the right one to ask about that, but he felt he didn't want to know anyways.

"Mhm, mhm, sounds good for you now... Cian why were you following it around? And where's Gren and all?", he spoke in-between his bites.

[Assistant]
Cypher@Abillioncats@SevenStormStyle

Skyra poked Emerald's nose before moving onto the meal. "Follow your team leader's advice, Emmy! You're still sick!"
She took a plate and two steaks and proceeded to munch on them. On the steak, not the plate, that is.

In the middle of a chewing on a piece of roasted meat, Skyra noticed a bit too late what Gren had said.
"Ah, you're going to get stuff, I nee..." aaaand that was when the doors to the airship closed and it lifted off. Skyra stood there, staring at the airship taking off into the distance, her mouth covered with a few spots of barbecue sauce. "Shit..."

Instead of continuing to eat, Skyra pulled out a handkerchief, cleaned her head, her mouth and anything else dirty before moving on to turn on her scroll and starting up the messaging application.

```
To: The Grim One
Uh, I didn't manage to tell you. I plan to modify/create a new weapon.
A bow that converts into two blades with a quiver armed with dust tipped arrows.
If you manage to find some materials for that on your excursion,
I'd be happy to take them from you, even buy them from you, if you need me to.

~Skyra
```

She pressed "send" and put her scroll away and turned to Sepia. "May fifth. My birthday." She grinned and went back to her steaks waiting for a response.

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@Kaithas@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN@Forsythe@floodtalon

Emerald's tail fluffed up a bit when she heard Diamond's scolding voice. She'd been hoping it would have taken longer for Diamond to find her. Her facial expression was like one of a child who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"My...my mom?" Emerald almost rolled her eyes, her mom was about as gentle and softhearted as they could get. Diamond's threat wasn't scary to her at all. "The worst she'd do is sent me a get well soon card with a lot of hearts on it." Her dad on the other hand well...she wasn't gonna think about that.

Gren told her she should get some rest, and even Skyra said about the same as she poked her nose. Maybe...maybe it would be better to just go back with Diamond, she was feeling more than a little tired, all the walking she had done just to get to the hanger had been more exhausting than she wanted to admit.

Wait no! She didn't want to go back there, she hated being stuck in there! All it did was remind her what had happened to her and her team. And...and she was afraid, afraid of a repeat of her latest nightmare. She used to love sleeping and having dreams, but now she was terrified of the idea.

She looked at Diamond, her body a bit shaky as she steadied herself. She felt sick with dread and combining that with her weakened, dizzy body was making it difficult to even stand there.
"I...I don't want to go back...please..."
 She said, barely audible as she found herself leaning against a wall. Her vision blurred as she found it more difficult to focus, her heart pumping loudly as she felt more and more panicked.

[Assistant]
"I'm okay!"

The world in his vision spun. Round and round endlessly making him feel queasy as he swore he heard the annoying twitter of circling birds flying overhead, though he couldn't see them. From just below the very border of his vision, he saw Sangue's face pop up offering her one and only hand to help him up after his little...'mishap'. Smiling, just about to reach for her offered hand to help himself up, Gren beat her to the punch and scooped him up.

Like a kitten being grabbed by its scruff, Shiro's body stiffened until he was set back onto his feet. Blinking, he did a quick self check. Still had feeling in his toes. Still had feeling in his hands. He could see, hear, and smell everything okay. He didn't feel like he was going to immediately die and didn't sense any feeling of danger. So, he was okay. Smiling with ears twitching happily, he lived through another one of his 'moments'. Speaking of smell Gren handed him a kebab of meat, to which he stared at for a moment before realizing that was what smelled so good. What was with Gren constantly cooking anyways? He could never understand his friend's obsession with it, but everyone had their hobbies so he just shrugged and bit into his gifted snack. As he ate, airship just off in the distance, he turned his attention to the others in the group and saw that quite a little crowd had gathered. Was it because of Gren's cooking or was everyone going to Forever Falls for different reasons?

Nomming away, he saw a particular faunus girl that he knew a bit better than the rest. That...canine faunus. Sepia. She was apparently going around asking others for their birthdays for one reason or another. Hearing each of them list off the days and months they were born, Shiro's chewing slowed as his expression sobered up.

...
He didn't know his birthday.
Truth be told, he hadn't known his birthday for as far as memory would allow.

When he was discovered, found, rescued, whatever you want to call it. They just assumed his age or so he thought. Whenever he attempted to ask the adults responsible for overseeing him and the other orphans, they simply told him "You're [blank] age now." Without ever giving a specific year, month, or day. It made a few things difficult in his life, but for simplicity's sake, he always figured that whenever the new year rolled around that he had also aged a year. So, on all official documents with his personal information, he always put January 1st and counted back the years appropriately for his birth year.

He could've been either much older or younger than he thought, but without any information, family, relatives to refer to, there was no telling. As with many things in his life, they were all lies, made up, or assumed. Information filled into blank, empty space to simply fill in a box on a form.

So, he slowly turned away from Sepia and the others. Acting as if he hadn't heard the question posed to them all and looked up to see the airship coming and quickly finished off his kebab. Pulling his hood over his head and ears, Shiro slipped out his Scroll and resumed his work on the finer details of Sangue's future arm. Intent on staying as under the radar as he could all of a sudden, after his ...energetic entrance.


[System]
Nickname: Ez, Ezzy, Bella, Bell, Mara, Stirling

Species: Human/Hunter

Appearance:

Tattoos/Scars: Anti Possession tattoo on her right hip. A scar on her stomach from a blade from an altercation outside a bar. Bullet like scar on her left shoulder.

Relationship to the brothers: Old friend of Deans from the past.

Bio: Esme was born into a family of hunters. By the time she could walk her training had begun, much to the disapproval of her mother. When she was five, her mother was killed, they never could find what did it. As she grew older, her training became more intense because her father wanted to be sure she was ready for anything she may come across. When her father thought she was ready, he started taking her on cases. He saw her as a natural hunter, but was still overprotective and would step in even if she had it handled. In her early teens, she and her father went on a case that ended up being more than they bargained for. Lucky for them, John Winchester and his son Dean had also caught wind of the case and showed up sometime after them.

The four teamed up and took care of the case, then after they hung out and talked for a while. After parting ways, they ended up at the same hotel without realizing it. It wasn't until Esme made a trip to the vending machine and found Dean there did it become clear. The two talked for a long while before they walked back to her room and said their goodnights and he went to his room. The next morning, Esme's father woke her early after getting word of a case that wasn't too far off. As they loaded their car they ran into the Winchesters again as they were loading their own car. They were also headed out on another case, the same one Esme and her father were headed off to. So, once again they teamed up to take care of the creature.

After the hunt, they found a place to linger and talk for a while, then they went their separate ways. Esme kept in touch with Dean over the years, much to her father's disapproval, as he tried to keep her from contacting him. So, she ended up doing it in secret, there was a connection there that she didn't want to lose. It also gave her someone to talk to when she and her father were on the outs and having a disagreement over something. But when her father was killed, she contacted him one last time before dropping contact. She became a lone wolf and became obsessed with finding what had killed her father, but has yet to find it. Now not only is she after the creature that killed her father, but she is also on the trail of a Nephilim after hearing about it from a demon.

Powers/Abilities: Empathy, can project emotions to change mood/emotions of others

Weapons: An assortment of firearms, blades, and even a grenade launcher in case the occasion calls for it. She always has a lighter on hand and a surplus of bullets, salt, and lighter fluid on hand.

Vehicle: A black cherry four-door 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle that once belonged to her father.

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Dean Winchester

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam telling him he was fine, "Well with you, of course it means you're mad. C'mon Sammy…"

After he gathered Esme's clothes and rejoined Sam, he heard his question, and shrugged his shoulders, "She seems good, honestly. She just seems like she might stay. I don't know if you think that's a good thing, or a bad thing, right now."

Dean watched her, as she came into the room, just standing back with his arms folded as she searched for her socks. He smirked, knowing they were near the foot of the bed, where she had peeled them off in the middle of the night. He did his best to cover the proud smirk on his face, as he was still hung up on the drunken fun that he could remember…

Clearing his throat, he stepped forward and ran a hand across her shoulder blades, stepping around the room to try and find his shirt. He found his jacket lying behind the chair nearest to the door, and snatched it off the floor, tossing it at Sam playfully.

"Where are my shirts?", he asked himself out loud, scanning the room. Suddenly, his mind began flashing small images of the night before.

The car pulling up.
Dean waiting in the lobby while Esme did the checking in.
Trying to rob the vending machine.
Kissing Esme, ending up at some point with her holding him against the hood of her car.
His jacket, and both shirts ending up on the hood at some point, until he got cold trying to open the door, and put his jacket over his bare shoulders.
The underwear bet loss…where he lost a game of pool, after having a few drinks, and what did she bet him? If he lost, he had to do a little dance for her…in her panties.

He whipped around at the memories, and squinted at Esme, "I think we um…need to talk about your aggression."

He spoke the words and his eyebrows raised as he opened the door, and stepped out, snatching his shirts off the hood of her car that was just outside. He came back inside, holding the shirts up in one hand, "On the car? Really? And panties?!"

He barely paid attention to Sam in the room, as he questioned her, and then chuckled, straightening out his t-shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, slipping his arms into it. He gave her another look, and shook his head, laughing as he picked up his flannel and started shoving his arms through it.

"Next time…I'm staying sober…", he muttered, pointing at her with his knife as he pulled it from under the pillow. He laid the knife on the table, and shoved his feet into his boots.

[Assistant]
Esme Stirling

Esme looked up at Dean when he ran his hand across her shoulder blades, then watched him for a moment before sliding her feet into her socks. A smirk made its way to her lips as she saw him throw his jacket at Sam. Then it grew as she watched him searching around the room and heard him question himself. She knew exactly where his shirts were. She held back a laugh as she saw him remember the events from last night. She picked up a boot and shoved her foot into it as the memories flooded her mind as well. She then picked up the other and shoved her foot into it, then laced them up and tied them.

She looked up from her boots at his comment, giving him a mock shocked look before he walked out to grab his shirts. "Me, aggressive? I think you have me confused with someone else, Doll Face." she said as she adjusted her pant legs over her boots. Esme took to her feet as Dean came back into the room, a huge grin coming to her lips as he held up his shirt and questioned her, which she gave a small shrug to. "Hey now. You're the one that started it and also agreed to it…… You seemed to like it too, from what I remember." She walked across the room with a laugh to grab her jacket off the floor, almost forgetting that Sam was in the room.

After picking up her jacket, she turned to look at Dean, smiling cutely, with her tongue poked between her teeth. She then threw her jacket around her shoulders and shoved her arms into the sleeves. She put her hands into the pockets of the jacket, making sure her car keys were still there, sighing softly with a laugh at what he muttered. She pulled her hands from her pockets and shook her head. "Staying sober." she whispered ever so softly. "When have you ever stayed sober going out with me?" she joked and laughed. Esme fell silent as she scanned the room.

"Where did you go?" she mumbled to herself. "Ah, there you are." She walked over to the bed, knelt down, and reached under it and pulled out her gun. Turning to look at Dean, she held her gun flat in her palm. "Really? You kicked it under the bed?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Were you afraid I was going to use it?" She stood up and ran her thumb over the wolf carved on it before tucking it away in the back of her pants and pulled her shirt down over it as she waited for his answer.

Sam Winchester

Sam sighed, throwing up his hands at Dean's comment and looked at the table. As Dean spoke about Esme, he turned his attention back to him. "Really?" he questioned. "Actually we could use the extra help with everything going on. Not to mention the bond her and Madison seem to have. I'd hate to see how she reacts if Esme were to leave." he said with a little shiver at the thought. He fell silent for a moment and looked away from Dean, as he fell into slight thought. "I just hope she doesn't become too much of a distraction for you." he said to where only he could hear.

Sam then fell quite again as he watched the two moving around the room collecting their things and carrying on a conversation as if he wasn't even there. His eyes went wide at the mention of Dean's shirts on the hood of Esme's car along with panties. You've got to be kidding me. he thought to himself. His eyes went wider at Esme's reply to Dean as if it was nothing new or unusual. Sam put a hand over his face and shook his head trying to block out the conversation going on between the two, now almost regretting coming to look for them in the first place.

He would have been better off with Madison and Castiel, and not having to hear Dean and Esme talk vaguely about things that happened last night. Sam watched as Esme searched the room for her gun and talked to herself, noticing how it reminded him of Dean. When she walked to the bed and pulled it out to show him and confronted him, she reminded him of Dean once again. It was a bit weird but funny at the same time and he couldn't help but smirk. But he still couldn't get what they had been talking about out of his mind as well as some of the images that popped in too, causing him to shiver slightly.

That was not something he wanted to see when it came to Dean and Esme. Sam took to his feet and looked at the two. "I think I'm going to head back. You two get you something to eat and I'll see you at the house."

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Dean Winchester

Dean laughed, shaking his head, "I honestly have never been sober with you. Maybe that's how you talk me into crap…a little pool, a little alcohol, and I let you manhandle me…"

He watched her as she searched for her gun. It had fallen out of her pants when he pulled them from her legs, and he had kicked it under the bed. The thought of her holding him at gunpoint caused him to raise an eyebrow and cock his head to the side, as if to say 'that's kinda hot', "Maybe we can try that next time, eh? I mean…make sure it's not loaded, of course. But gun stuff is a trail untraveled for me."

He placed his tongue between his teeth and gave a charming smile, his eyebrows high until he heard Sam's voice, and his head snapped to his brother, finally remembering he was in the room. It was something that happened when he was with Esme. Sam was right, in what he had said earlier. She could be a distraction, easily.

He stepped up to Sam and patted him on the chest, "You be careful getting back to the safe house. I think we may grab drive-thru…and I hope you saved me a decent room if we're gonna be there a while."

He stepped away from Sam, and over to Esme, picking her up and spinning her. His mood had shifted in the past twenty-four hours into something that he didn't even recognize. Part of it was the alcohol that drove them the night before, but also the fact that he missed her, a little more than he would admit. He lowered her to the ground, touching foreheads with her, and smiled brightly, "What drive-thru shall we hit, while I nurse this hangover?"

[Assistant]
Esme Stirling and Sam Winchester

Esme could only grin and shake her head a bit before she had retrieved her gun from under the bed at his comments. She knew it was true, and it made it all the funnier in her mind. After putting her gun away, she watched him as he went into thought about her holding him at gunpoint. She placed her hands on hips at his look, giving him a look of her own as if to say 'yeah, you would think that' while giving a small smile. Her eyebrows rose at his comments of trying it next time, and it was something he hadn't done. A mischievous smile made its way upon her lips at his smile.

Her smile just about said 'you really want to go there?' as she looked at him. Her smile and look faded at Sam's voice. She turned to look at him as Dean stepped over to him and she dropped her arms at her sides. A small smile rested upon her lips as she tried not to laugh about what could possibly be going through Sam's mind right now. She and Dean had been talking vaguely about last night's events and possible upcoming events, as if he weren't even in the room. Poor guy. He's probably wishing he never came to look for us now. she thought to herself. Esme watched the two guys as they interacted with each other.

Sam smiled as Dean came over and patted his chest. "You know I will." he said with a small chuckle. "And you know Cas already has you covered with a decent room. You more than anyone should know that." he chuckled. When Dean stepped away, he walked over to the door. "You two be careful and no more detours, alright?" He then opened the door and stepped out as Dean picked up Esme and spun her. This was a side of Dean he wasn't used to seeing.

Esme gave a small laugh at Sam's comment. "Don't worry, we'll be there soon." she said before the door closed. When Dean picked her up and spun her, she couldn't help but laugh as she rested her hands on his chest. She took in how happy he seemed and how he was still being fueled by last night's alcohol. She still mentaly kicked herself for dropping off the way she did, and wondered how she could have let herself do it. She had missed this interaction far too much. When he sat her down and touched foreheads with her, she smiled back just as brightly as she looked at him.

"Hmm, that's a good question." She closed her eyes briefly with a small content sigh. "I'm not too familiar with the places around here…… But a breakfast burrito sounds pretty good right now." She gave a little laugh before looking into his eyes again. "You're not the only one with a hangover, you know?"