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Gender: Male

Appearance: Information unavailable.

Species: Bugbear

Ability Rank: B

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Terror: Information unavailable.

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Ironwood Forest Array: Information unavailable.

Name: Sabu

Gender: Male

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Species: Lesser Draconic Goblin

Ability Rank: Over-C

Adventurer Rank: Over-C

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History: Information unavailable.

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Gift- Potential Release: An innate capability to draw out and amplify the abilities of the body and soul. At its base form, it is simply a release on the subconscious limits that the body places on itself, but with the growth of the user it becomes possible to instantaneously draw out power beyond the standard limits. Due to repeated use of this, the thread of draconic blood from Sabu's lineage has been drawn out and amplified, and moreover through use of the Gift it is possible to temporarily acquire might on par with a Dragon.

Short-Spear Combat: Information unavailable.

Knowledge (Human): Information unavailable.

Draconic Bloodline (Moderate): Information unavailable.

Biological Harmonization Feedback Magic: A branch of magic that forcefully harmonizes magical energy with the individual's specific force of life, takes it into the body, and then repeatedly runs it through the body. Like a sort of metaphysical circulatory system, the body itself is turned into a circuit that runs this harmonized magical energy through it at increasing speeds, amplifying physical capabilities in line with the number of pulses that can be achieved at any given time. A very common form of magic that is essentially standard-issue among human soldiers, and the most common means through which humans become able to match monsters in combat. Better known by its colloquial name: "Muscle Magic".

Name: Aya

Gender: Female

Appearance: Information unavailable.

Species: Goblin Druid

Ability Rank: C

Personality: Information unavailable.

History: Information unavailable.

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Druidic Magic: Information unavailable.

Elemental Magic (Water, Air, Wood): Information unavailable.

Whacking People with Sticks: Information unavailable, but you can still likely figure out what this one entails.

Name: ???

Gender: Female

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History: Has left the tribe to pursue certain projects. Further information unavailable.

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Kluuto

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Sonata
Kluuto brightened up once she heard that Sabu had arrived back from the city. Of course, she accepted the Chief's offer right away. No sense of just wandering around here with nothing to do, she thought. She had this urge to use her gift right away, and with nothing else to do in her mind, might as well obey said urge. The more she used the gift, she more she would master it after all.

And as for the matter of her own private room, it seemed she had to build it herself. This didn't really please her that much. She couldn't imagine herself digging a cave for her own goblin cavern after all. She wondered if she could find an unoccupied cavern somewhere in the forest, though that meant she had to wander around an area filled with dangerous beasts and monsters. She was a newborn so she couldn't be cocky about her combat abilities. Instinctively, she knew how to punch, kick, perhaps bite the enemy with these decently sharp teeth of hers, but she knew it wouldn't be enough against other monsters who might have more extraordinary capabilities. She knew that ordinary goblins weren't that strong. That was why they lived together as a tribe after all.

She put that problem for later. For now, she wanted to see just how the human city looked. The chief even said she could do her reading in their dwelling, but she quite doubted it would be a truly pleasant experience as she was a goblin and they were humans after all.

As they departed, the scribbling goblin asked the chief whether or not they could get the goods that the goblins were bartering with the humans. That was a fair question, she had to admit. She didn't expect the humans to just give their books for free after all. She had thought she could just ask a book as an extra from them when Sabu traded with them next time.

Another goblin who came along with them told she would get her tools in the city. She could agree with that line of though. There would be all sorts of things there after all and some tools shouldn't be that hard to find. She also asked about Knoth and Anekanta. Now that she mentioned them again, they started to pique her curiosity. Thus, she looked at the chief expectantly, waiting for his explanation.

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Lyminia

The somewhat blunt speaking Goblin gave a small smile at seeing the other female blush over her compliment. Eh, it was nothing much to her, but she hoped that the other female would continue to show the same kind of sense Lyminia herself had just complimented. Though as for the others, she did not feel good about some and was uncertain about others. They had just awoken, she supposed, but even so it did not take a lot of effort to show a tad bit of common sense and caution among other things. Unless there were other Goblins like the red-looking one that stumbled around like an idiot and seemed to act like more of a beast than the rest of them. Seriously, to her it would be best to keep an eye on that one.

Listening to the Chief speak once again, the female Goblin payed sincere attention to his words, taking them to both mind and heart in order to help internalize the information he was giving them. Though when it came to his communication with "Lord Yggdrasil", perhaps it was through some kind of mental means considering how things went down before her eyes. Then again, as the Chief spoke about his son and going to meet him, it brought up an important question for Lyminia. Go to get tools first possibly, or stay and learn the layout of the land? It was a real question, and though learning the layout of the land was a good idea as a whole, getting tools first would allow her to come back and ask about the land's layout later on from Aya or one of the other Goblins who would be staying at the cave. Besides, she had a few more questions for the chief in the meantime.

"I'm coming along with the trip as well. Might get to find some digging tools or something, and i can ask about the layout of things once we get back," the female Goblin said, giving a light shrug before moving to follow along with the chief as well.

Though as they began to move towards their destination, and Sabu, two of the other Goblins who came with the little group following the chief began to ask questions. Considering at least the question that sounded like it was about the two names the chief had mentioned before was interesting to her, it would perhaps then be good to just listen at first. Then again, as she pondered simply listening another question for the Chief came to her mind as well. Mentally shrugging to herself, Lyminia decided that while she had the time to ask she had might as well use it as best as she could.

"Chief," Lyminia said after the other had finished asking their questions before her, "How did you manage to achieve your current evolution as a 'Bugbear' and such, if you don't mind my asking? Did you learn certain skills? Did you eat certain foods? Something else entirely?"

She understood Gifts and Evolution naturally, but the path to an evolution seemed an interesting topic to bring up as well, if the Chief was willing to answer.

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Sonata

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The Goblin tribe chief gave a slight nod at Rekzild's question. Certainly a fair one, given that the current prospect was of going to a village in which only one of the group had even slight comprehension of the language spoken. "The name of this forest, Ironwood, isn't simply a title. Each of the trees within the forest is infused with the spiritual energy of Lord Yggdrasil, and save for the weaker ones on the outmost fringes of the forest, their wood has a strength on par with metals." He explained, gesturing around himself as he led the group forwards.

"Lord Yggdrasil allows the humans to harvest some trees, but they always need more than they can personally take, and for that they come to us. Outside of that, you can acquire human currency through appropriate goods or services. Instead of using a Horned Rabbit's pelt for clothing, for instance, you can sell it to the humans, or you could agree to work in a human establishment. Sabu will also likely show you what the humans call an 'Adventurer's Guild', as he is a member, which is another way of earning human currency." The Bugbear finished. At Iris's question, though, Kichi couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. Right, he'd forgotten that information on the gods wasn't included in the knowledge that the world gave them. He'd always wondered why that was the case, really.

"Knoth and Anekanta are the chief gods of this world. Knoth is the god of creation, he who is said to have created the world. In this land, he is the most worshipped by humans and monsters alike. His priests are essentially researchers, those who strive to learn more about the world and create things which have never been created before, though...if you were to ask my view, I would say that to the average being, Knoth's faith has become so broadspread that it has become generic and largely meaningless. That's not a bad thing by any means, though. Among the humans, he has chosen a champion who holds the title of the 'greatest inventor' in this world. I'm sure you'll learn about him very soon, many of mankind's creations originated in his mind."

"As for Anekanta, she is not evil, but she is undoubtedly more...troublesome. The sacred goddess and the sinful goddess, twin ruler of purity and corruption. She is extremism made manifest. A righteous paladin may follow her, as may a serial murderer, but one who walks the middle road may not. Her center of worship is the landmass across the sea to the north, a place of eternal war between order and chaos. You can obviously see why her granting you all a blessing would have slightly more worrying implications than it would with Knoth. Her chosen champion among the humans is the great demon-slayer, a paragon of morality, though it's also been rumored that she has a second champion for the half of sin."

"The other gods are lesser than those two, but still notable. Esid, the god of the natural world and elements. Shaiv, god of the soul. Vaish, goddess of doorways. And...En, goddess of taking. En has been sealed away by the others for her transgressions, though; you would do well to avoid mentioning her name in public. The story might be one from eons ago, but it is still one that has left scars." He explained, his face tightening slightly towards the end of the exposition. His head then turned to Lyminia, mouth opening to answer her question, only to stop himself as he realized that they had reached the edge of the forest.

"...ah, I'll explain the matter of my Evolution later. For now, it looks like we're here."

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The Bugbear came to a halt as the foliage faded out into the open air. A small field of dense grass spread out from where the forest had ended, and not far in the distance was some sort of stone structure, what looked to be walls; no doubt, that was the entrance to the human city.

However, more noticeable than this were the two presences who stood in the grass outside the forest.

One, a Goblin who stood over a foot above the newborns, dense musculature lining his form. Fitted over his body was a finely-crafted set of leather armor, a far cry from the furs that Aya had been wearing, and gripped in his hands was a crimson spear. Most noticeable, though, were the scales that were visible along some parts of his body that were not covered by the armor, something that would seem more at home on a reptile than a Goblin. His body seemed to crackle with power, a buzz filling the air around him and a broad grin splitting his face.

Standing opposite him was a form unfamiliar to the newborn Goblins, a human woman, dressed in what humans would call business attire, who was only a hair shorter than the Goblin she faced. Neck-length black hair and dark blue eyes gave her a chilling visage, but this was more than offset by the manic glint in her eyes and what looked like a black fog that was emanating from her body. Around her was the same sort of presence that the Goblin had, the same crackling of power that filled the air. Equally notable was the fact that, unlike the Goblin, she seemed to lack any sort of weapon.

"<Well, seems like we're both capping out at three hundred and seventy-seven pulses, huh>?"

"<Seems like it. Let's see if your bloodline's still on top, or my Align and Factor have overtaken you. Hurry up and activate it before I get bored and attack you anyway.>"

"<Heh, so impatient, Miss General.>"

Conversing in a language that, among the newborns, only Kluuto would be able to roughly understand, the two laughed under their breath before their expressions firmed back up. The Goblin's eyes glinted as something within him ignited, his muscles tensing up as a deep red fog, similar to the black one around the woman but with a different sort of "presence", manifested.


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Age:26

Famous Musician and Record Producer.

Nicknames: The golden heart or Mr. Good Guy/Boy

Biography: Jacob Stacera was born to two very hard working loving parents who made sure that he had everything that he ever wanted. His next door neighbor was a young girl around his own age named Adriana who he befriended. The two were very close becoming best friends rather quickly. This friendship lasted through elementary all the way up to high school. After catching a lucky break his band was signed and within the year was one of the best-selling bands in the world. Jacob left the city and changed his name to Jack which is what he'd used through his childhood anyway.

Jack Stacera is a young man who loves to hear about how handsome he was but is not cocky about it. He knows he's handsome and helps people who are in need at a request if he see's someone picking on someone else he helps out as soon as he sees it. Jack is six foot six and is two hundred and thirty pounds with golden hair and baby blue eyes and has worked out since he was a child.

History: Jack was a child model for a band called "The Majestic Seven" and the modeling business went on after until he was eleven. Jack is in a group his great, great, great grandfather created it is called the Lima Deion he has made it a group that helps talented kids get into places they need to be in. Jack still rarely does modeling showed though as well as being a co-vocalist in the famous band called Lords of captivating hearts which consists of his best friend Robert Gaffinger as co-lead vocalist and guitarist and Jack as co-lead vocalist and bassist.

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Who would've ever thought little pudgy Jack Stacera, the boy with the beautiful piercing brown eyes would've ever grown up to be the co-vocalist of one of the biggest bands in the charts. It seemed that any member of the band could go to any country and have a swarm of fans around them. THough that wasn't surprising since truthfully all the members of the band were pretty good looking though Jack and Robert often fought playfully amongst themselves being the heads of the band.

Jack Stacera currently sat in the limousine as it pulled its way into the town he was born in. The band had just gotten home after a European tour and Jack couldn't think of any place better to do their first American show this year in other than the town who had made him who he was, all of it had started here in his small garage with four original members Alexander and Markus Markovi, Adriana Menzel and Jack Stacera who was then known by his real name Jacob it had been quite some time since Jack had been home. Just because of how busy the band had been here of late.

As they pulled up to the building Jack waited until the car stopped completely before opening the door and getting out. Looking around he chuckled remembering all the times his band had played here when Mr. Lawrence Prince owned the place but that was ages ago so the old man had probably retired by now all he could think about was how last time he was here, he had long flowing dark brown hair down to his shoulders and wore an old raggedy wife beater, Chuck Taylor shoes and a pair of blue jeans with holes in them. Now he wore a fine white Italian Suit with black and white Oxford dress shoes, how medium length brown hair was messy as usual as he stepped out looking at the building "It's been too long since I've seen been home... Too long indeed. Let's head inside" he said making his way into the building looking at the beautiful paintings on the west wall and on the East wall was all the pictures signed by the rock stars, comics and others who had performed at the building in the past. Not long after entering the front lobby they were greeted by a beautiful redhead with emerald green eyes.

"So this is the place where Jack Stacera grew up," Robert asked with a laugh "Well it's a beautiful place though kind of too nice for one of the hottest bands in the place of the worlds origin don't you think" this was just how Robert was. He always picked at Jack the forming a very interesting friendship between the two Jack was the nice, kind soft spoken one and Robert, well Robert was the exact opposite sure he could be nice, and he was kind as well however, Robert wasn't afraid of being an asshole, partying, living the American Rockstar Lifestyle and saying whatever came out of his mouth without any second thought. As the group walked inside he shook his head happily "Well the further we get in the nicer it is. Especially now wow" he said as the beautiful redhead came in to greet them quietly Robert whispered "Dibs on that one."

Elizabeth Viduelle had gotten a call from the guards at the visitor's entrance to tell her that the Lords were finally there. So she made her way through the large building to meet them at the front Lobby she walked in moments after the band "Hello gentlemen it's a pleasure to have you all here. I am Elizabeth Viduelle I run the day to day operations for Mr. Prince. Listen I know this is going to sound unprofessional but may I ask what was that song Winter Love written about" Elizabeth asked the band curiously." Elizabeth Viduelle spoke in the best professional voice she could muster, it was hard for her not to squeal and scream like the fangirl she truly was. The Lords of Captivating Hearts was one her favorite band ever. Now here was all of them Alexander Markovi the original drummer from when they were a garage band and Robert Gaffinger, a longtime friend of Jack's from when he was doing modeling jobs as a child, the two had lost contact for a little while but right after the Lords got signed Markus Markovi had been in an accident which had caused his arm to be amputated which made it impossible for him to play lead guitar. At first, Jack and Alexander thought their dreams of being famous was over but as fate would have it Jack had been at a party in L.A when he bumped into Robert the two reconnected and after talking for quite a while Robert let it know that he played guitar. So after talking it over with Alexander, they hired Robert to be the lead guitarist since then, however, Robert had been a crucial part of the band's success becoming as large of a figure in the band as Jack who was most often the frontman of the band. "So Mr. Prince is going to be with us soon since he is the owner of this fine establishment. He was on his way to meet you and the Lords but he had a family emergency that took priority so until he is able to join us how about I give you all a tour of the building" with that said she didn't wait for their answer she just began walking as the tips of her heels clicked against the marble flooring as she showed them around the entirety of the building. It wasn't until they entered the room where the stage was going to be set up. "This is the room where the stage will be set up as you can see there is the artist who is painting the mural to go with your new song Winter Love.

"Wow it's hard to believe Lawrence is still around he was already an older gentleman when the Lords were nothing more than a garage band with big dreams now years later he's still running it mad respect for him," Jack said smiling "And it's a pleasure to meet you as well Miss Viduelle" Jack turned to look at Alexander and Robert as he heard the question about the song. "Well to be completely honest Miss Viduelle that song was written for a girl I knew a long time ago. I was secretly in love with her but afraid to act on it, she was an important person to me, my best friend and I was afraid that by telling her my true feelings I would only cause myself pain by losing her forever. However, now I wish I would've told her because it has been years since I've had any contact with her. But enough about my past personal life. I would greatly appreciate seeing the grounds and the stage where we're going to perform." After saying this Elizabeth began showing them around the building. As they entered the room where the concert was actually going to be put on he shook his head appreciatively "Well this is a beautiful place for a concert, very large with enough room to hold thousands of people, and an artist is painting a mural to go with Winter Love" Jack said placing his hands on his hips, the reaper rings he work shining as the lights hit it. After he said this he saw the artist painting the mural fall to the ground and so Jack being the kindhearted person he was rushed over to see if she were alright, he felt bad and wanted to help her in any way he could. As he got close though he saw that she was alright and noticed something else as well. The artist was Adriana his best friend and inspiration for the song Elizabeth had just asked about moments earlier though he could tell she hadn't noticed him yet "You now Ri-Ri you always were clumsy though... I thought you would've grown out of that by now."

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Head spinning, body throbbing and the lights above her head glaring down at her, Adriana was far from in a pleasant state of mind as she laid out of breathe and seeing stars on the floor. The blonde gasped for air at the impact and flinched. Oh that hurt… that hurt a lot… Growing the blonde slowly sat herself up holding the back of her head and cursing under her breathe. That was until she heard a voice, and the voice said Ri-Ri.

Her soft blue eyes expanded as she stared down at her lap. Ri-Ri, no way… the moment those words left the person's mouth she found herself unable to move just staring at her lap. There was only one person on this planet that every called her Ri-Ri. The nickname came from when they were really young, her neighbor and best friend had trouble pronouncing her name. Now she went by Addie instead of Adriana to her friends. So only one person the planet call her Ri-Ri.

Her head turn to look towards the side of the stage where the voice came from. "Ja—" Before she could finish her sentence the bucket that she had launched into the air on her face landed on her head before dumping its contents all down the front of her. Sure she was wearing a paint shirt, paints and shoes because… well it's her job, she knows her stuff. But her blonde hair that was pulled back into a pony tail now was covered in black paint… again. Luckily she had put down a tarp on the stage so there was no damage to the floor.

A small defeated laugh left her as the brush clattered to the ground. "At least I'm done…" She said softly to herself as she got to her feet. However as she held her hand up to shield her eyes from the light she realized that standing across from her was just who she thought it was. "Me? Grow out of being clumsy? That will never happen." It had been so long since she had seen him (well, in person) that she was tempted to run and jump at him in a hug but she stopped, realizing that she was covered in paint now. "What are you doing here?"

The question had barely left her lips when the rest of the band came into view and Adriana clammed up almost instantly. It wasn't that she was star-struck or anything like most people would be, it was the simple fact that she honestly didn't do good in crowds and more than three people excluding her was too much. Not to mention the woman that was with them was the one who was supposed to write her a check for the touch up work. Fumbling and picking up the paint supplies and using the spare towel to quickly get the wet paint out of her hair she stammered to speak to Elizabeth. "I… uh… finished the touch ups… I'm done—I can go…"

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Jack watched as everything went on in front of him, her getting up, realizing who he was and then the pain coming down and covering her. "Well, you never know surprising things happen every day. However, it seems that you were unlucky enough to continue to stay clumsy though you have stayed beautiful so at least there's an upside to the whole situation."

As she began talking to Elizabeth Jack stayed quiet listening to how she said that she could leave, this wasn't what Jack had wanted, he had wanted her to stay around so where the two could reconnect since it had been too many years since the two had even seen each other.

Elizabeth couldn't tell why but she was jealous that Jack Stacera was talking to this woman who she thought of as 'The Help' since the woman had been requested by another person who was working for the company to help out the Lords of Captivating Hearts. "The painting is amazing you are just as good as your friend described you, however, yes I do believe you should probably go, the band will be busy getting ready for their show tonight and per orders of Mr. Prince there should be no distractions with the band since this is the first homecoming they've had in years and this is the place that the band started getting their fame."

Jack actually kind of got upset with the way this woman had just talked to his Adriana. "No I don't want you to leave," he said with an upset tone to his voice which wasn't like him "Ri-Ri I want you to stay here hang with the band for a little while and possibly even come see the show in the front row, V.I.P section with my mom and my baby sister Ally who I guess isn't a baby anymore since she's fifteen" Jack said running his hand across the coarse brown facial hair that was just starting to thicken up and fill in. "As for the band going back to its roots, we couldn't officially go back to our roots without our original manager Adriana 'Ri-Ri' Menzel so I'd appreciate it if you apologized to my friend."

Elizabeth was surprised to hear the anger in Jack's voice, it was surprising because she'd met him a couple of times before as a fan at his shows and everyone knew that Jack was one the nicest, most kind-hearted guys she had ever met. So to hear the aggression in his voice Elizabeth realized that she had overstepped boundaries that shouldn't have been stepped over so she cleared her throat. "I apologize for coming off so rudely just moments ago. I had no clue of your importance to our guest of honor Jack Stacera."

Robert Gaffinger laughed as he heard Jack getting angry it surprised him as well that Jack had gotten this way since Jack never got snappy with anyone. Walking over he placed his hand on Adriana's shoulder with a smile "Well if Jack wants you to stay around so does the rest of the band. So it seems you're staying" he teased. "Elizabeth show us to our dressing room and miss please accompany us I'd like to hear stories of the good old days before I was around since Jack and Alex refuse to tell me any... You seem like the best person to do so since you worked so closely with them."

Elizabeth nodded her head as she heard Robert asking to be shown to the dressing rooms where they would be hanging out and getting ready for their show. "Alright follow me this way," she said turning to walk towards where the dressing room was, directly behind her was Robert and Alexander. Behind them was Jack who was almost pulling Adriana with him in a friendly way.

Jack held Adraina's hand in his pulling her along towards the dressing room "God, it's been too many years since we've seen each other Ri-Ri I want to apologize vehemently for not keeping in contact, I had every intention of doing so it's just that the band got a lot bigger than I expected much faster than I expected and we've been so busy touring until we were about to drop, taking a few days off and then getting back onto the road playing music again."


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Age: 37
Occupation: Police Officer
Bio: Jack was camping with his wife and daughter when the apocalypse hit. After being forced to kill both of them Jack was about to kill himself before hearing screams in the woods. Upon investigating he found a young woman trying to escape three walkers. Jack was able to save the young woman who at first wouldn't talk due to what she had see and been through. Eventually Jack was able to get her name. Carrie started opening up more and more but would only speak very softly and only to Jack. Deciding to only keep himself alive long enough to ensure Carrie made it somewhere safe. The two have traveled together since the beginning running into a few other smaller groups but all have met with disaster. After being wounded during a run in with a group of cultists Carrie has been living with them while Jack has had troubles of his own.

Characters with Jack

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Krystan Mc'neil

 Krystan paused from grabbing the frying pan when he asked to have them both play with Raphael. It was a first for someone other than a child ask to play with her and Raphael. She smiles brightly." I would love that Conroy, it'd be nice to have someone to play with." She says buttering the bread puts the ham on the bread along with the cheese.

 She looks at him sideways curiously before she responded,"Northern Las Vegas," She says grabbing a spatula."What about you? Where are you from?" Rapheal came padding back his ball in his mouth he sat down next to Conroy and placed it on the ground. He looks up at the man again practically smiling.

Tai

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Conroy

For a moment there, Conroy nearly smirked by how he took her comment in response to his suggestion but he needed to stop having a naughty mind and simply nodded Then it's it's a date then...well.....a play date not date date, if you wanna call it that? he said.

When Raphael came back with the ball, Conroy looked down and smiled, grabbing the ball and waves it around Hey! how bad you want the ball big guy....you want it, you want it.......go get it boy! he said throwing the ball in the main cafeteria, turning to hear out Krystan.

He nodded North Las Vegas.....never been there but I've heard a little about it. he said And me....I'm from Port of Spain, Trindad....

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Krystan Mc'neil

 Krystan smiled at him." Its a play date." She says with a bit of amusement. Krystan grabbed a paper plate she looks over to the two playing. Laughing a bit at how Conroy had got her dog excited which wasn't hard but still.

 When he said he was from Trinidad Spain it made her feel a little jealous. She grew up in a stone jungle and he got to be around nature and fresh air. Krystan nod's putting her sandwich in the pan." Really? I hear it beautiful there. Not a lot of peopl go to Northern Las Vegas its not exactly fabulous, usually people just over look it."  or leave as quick as they move in She wanted to add but she kept her mouth shut.

 Krystan nods to the paper plate,"That one's yours I hope you like it." She says turning off the oven and grabbing a plate for her.

 Raphael had grabbed the ball in mid-air and held it tail high as he padded back towards the two. When he got closer he placed down the ball and whined when he saw the sandwich.

"Shit, sorry Raph." Krystan says as she tore of a peice of her sandwich and tossing it at him. He caught it before running off.

Tai

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He smirked from her comment on calling it a play date as well. When she spoke about his home and how beautiful it is, he nodded Yeah...living in the Caribbean tends to have it's perks." he said smiling "Ocean breeze, water, beautiful people, the sun, the food....it's incredible... he said

When she spoke about Las Vegas, he thought of something Wait so theirs no casinos or high level hotels or amusement parts or nothin' like that there? Conroy asked thinking that Las Vegas has nothing but those attractions everywhere. He was a little confused hearing that it wasn't much to look at.

WHen he grabbed the plate and the sandwich, he looked at it for a moment before taking a bite as the cheese stretched a little Not bad....I'm usually used to white cheese for my grill cheese but this is good too. He said. Looking at Raph, he smirked. My dog used to whine like that too. he said

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Krystan Mc'neil

 Krystan nods listening to Conroy describe his home while taking a bite of her sandwich.When he asked about Sin city she could help but laugh a bit,"That's the strip. Its full of casino's and the hotels. New York-New York is there and all. But where I come from is trash compared to that." She says taking a bite out of her sand which again.

 She smiles at his compliment about the sand which,"Thanks I told you I made good sandwich's." She says chuckling. Krystan saw him smile at Raph and felt bad for him. Raphael was her baby, her bestfriend, and at times her rock. Krystan couldn't imagine losing him or him being lost it would break her heart." When was the last time you saw Bosco?" She asked.

Tai

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Day 370 7am Matthew Hyatt

Matt was finishing packing their bags. They were going to have to travel really light. Only the barest of necessities would be able to go. Compared to what they have at the school they were going to be taking almost nothing with them. He had felt horrible when he had to tell Sasha about having to go on foot and leave the school in search of food. The worst part was explaining to the entire group about the gasoline issue and knowing that so many would likely not make it.

He checked on Nikki and Kyle and she was already packed and ready to go. She was back in shape and she was nearly as flexible as she was before the baby. Nikki had made a carrier for the baby out of one of the backpacks. Kyle was carrying Josh on his chest and another backpack on his back. Nikki's trench coat was full as usual and she was also wearing a backpack on her back.

As soon as everyone was in the main hall he made sure everyone had their share of the food rationed out so that if one bag was lost it wouldn't be all of the food gone. The pregnant women were to stay in the center and be protected by the others at all costs. Grace was in an umbrella stroller and being pushed by Sasha.

Matt looked at the group and yelled "Let's move out." They started heading down the road together in a tightly knit group. Nikki in front and Ingrid in the back of the group.

@king tai@caits@josephb

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Krystan Mc'neil

 Krystan been one of the people out in the sides of the group along with Raphael who had walked obediently next to her. She was upset to find out about the whole gas situation knowing that the people that Krystan has come to know and loved will be dead. Krystan thought she could just try and stop it.

 She got her backpack along with her hunting rifle and her knife sheathed on her hip. Krystan traded her baseball bat for a Gerb Gator Bolo Machete that she had requested to have. She had packed her food ,including Raphael's treats, and some of her clothes she had gotten from staying the last 8 months.

[Assistant]
Sasha gripped the strollers handles tightly, finding herself terrified. She hadn't even been afraid staying in front of the walkers what seemed like a lifetime ago. Then, she'd had nothing to lose. Now...now she had Matt and Grace, babies on the way, people she cared about. She didn't know if she could cope, losing anyone. She constantly checked on Grace, making sure the girl was alright, the pack she had insisted on taking, filled with medical supplies she wasn't intending on losing, was drapped over the strollers handles. She constantly looked about them, wishing they could have had just a little bit more time in the school, but knowing that that wasn't going to do her any good.

A bullet shooting through the air caused her to just about jump out of her skin. Three more in quick succession followed, and suddenly groups of walkers poured out of four houses. Sasha gave a cry, reaching for her gun, even as she stood in front of Grace, shaking slightly, her gaze whipped around, landing on a retreating figure, ducking as they moved out of sight on the roof of a house opposite the four just shot at.

Jacklyn.

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Nikki Hishamie

Nikki jumped when the bullets started flying and she turned just in time to see Kyle falling to the ground. For a split second Nikki thought it was cautionary to protect Josh. She realized quickly that it wasn't and she ran to him screaming, "Kyle! Kyle!" She rolled him over to see that he had been hit and his body had landed full force on the baby when he landed. Kyle was unable to speak. His eyes were open as he gurgled blood and she grabbed the backpack open and pulled out the baby. The last thing Kyle heard was Nikki screaming that the baby wasn't breathing. As Kyle started to come back as the dead she stabbed her sword through his head.

Walkers were only about ten feet from her and she was holding her dead baby in her arms. Nikki stood up with Josh in her arms and shoved his dead body with a now misshapen skull into Violet's arms crying. Nikki's rage was taken out on the forsaken. Her sword never sliced so many in so short a time. The pregnant women were kept behind the fighters and Nikki was running straight into the middle of them not giving a damn about herself any longer.

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Matthew Hyatt

When the shots rang out Matt turned and saw a woman running away, Jacklyn? He didn't have time to figure it out because he heard Nikki screaming but he had no time to do more than look over to see that Kyle was down and then more screaming about the baby. Matt stayed in front of Sasha and Grace and Ingrid came up and grabbed Grace and Sasha and Violet, she herded them towards a house on the other side of the street. After getting the women inside and running through the house quickly to make sure it was empty she ran back outside and jumped into the frey trying to catch up to Nikki. It just seemed like a never ending amount of walkers. She swore she was going to catch that bitch Jacklyn.

Matt glanced at the house his family was in and he had dove into the walkers. He had gotten a chance to glance at Kyle and see that Nikki had put him down. He knew he had to catch up to her. He dare not get in her way she would cut his head off before she realized it was him. Ingrid started to go after her and he grabbed her arm. "Let her be right now, just keep an eye on her." Ingrid nodded.

Meanwhile in the house Violet was sobbing. The infant only three weeks old was one of the dead and he was moving his little body in random movements and making that god aweful noise. Grace was screaming and terrified, the dog had stayed near Grace and had followed them into the house. One of the women handed Violet a small knife and as she sobbed Violet slipped it into the back of the infant's skull. One of the other ladies took the baby and covered him up. As they looked outside the window the pile of walkers on the ground was getting deep. Kyle was half eaten and so were a couple of their guys. Ashton was being eaten as they watched horrified. Violet looked for Enzo and Conroy desperately.

[Assistant]
Krystan Mc'neil

 It was fine for a good 20 minutes before a gunshot rang out and the screaming began. Krystan wanted to tell them to shut the hell up but the groans of walkers made her stop from saying it making her silently curse.

"Raphael with me." The woman says her dog becoming attached to her leg. She turns her head saw Shades mother, Lina, holding Shade to her they were the closest people to her. Krystan lets out a whistle and got the mothers attention."Take my pack!" She says handing off her pack to the mother. "If I don't make it I don't want this wasted on me alright? Keep by Trevor."

 Krystan looks over to the sides at the walkers coming towards them. She grabs her knife staying close to the group attacking the ones that got to close for comfort. Krystan set Raphael on them when there was to many for her to handle thanking god she had taken the time to teach him how to kill walkers.

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Sasha

Sasha gently and carefully picked up Grace, stroking her, patting her back, aiming to soothe. "it's okay baby girl, it's alright Gracie" she kissed Grace on the head, knowing she needed to be strong. For Grace. For her baby, or babies, for Violet. For Matt. She needed to keep things together.

Gently bouncing Grace, she continued to try and soothe her, starting to sing softly, pressing Grace's head against her so she wouldn't see what was outside the window as Sasha took a glance, her heart in her throat. Matt... she swallowed painfully, and continued to sing, moving around, bouncing Grace, focusing on staying together, rather then letting herself succumb to the fear, to her own ball of chaotic emotion.

God, she was tired. And so damn hungry.

"I love you, Gracie. I'll keep you safe. I promise. Shhhh now, it's going to be okay" she kissed Grace again, laying a hand on her belly, as she supported Grace on her hip. that goes for you in there too, I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. I promise.

[Assistant] Jack had been following the group at arms length since they had left the school. He had been scouting the school for the past two days coming across it by chance on a supply run. It was his luck that they had left when they had because he didn't know exactly how much time he had left to lie in wait to approach them. Witnessesing everything that had gone down in the past few minutes the gunshots the death of the man and what he assumed was his child had shook Jack to his core for a moment. Recollecting himself he aimed the M4 towards the position of the shooter and began firing shots in an attempt to suppress the bullets being fired at the group. He saw the shooter retreat from their position and flee into the woods. Jack then began taking timed headshots on walkers to minimize the damage done to the people he hopes will help him out with his little problem. Hitting the magazine release be quickly loaded a fresh mag and moved out of his position continually shooting any walkers that came across his path.


[System]
Age: 44

Sex: Male

Position within The Imperium of Man: Imperial Navy

Armor:
- Salvaged Carapace/Flak Mix: With a scavenged and repainted Carapace breastplate, Stukov's piecemeal mix of Navy issue Flak armor and the harder, less flexible carapace over his core is as best a compromise that he can get his hands on between ease of maintenance, protection, and maneuverability.

Weapons:
- Accatran Pattern, Mark XI Combat Shotgun: Standard issue shotgun for Armsman in the Imperial Navy, fine tuned over a life serving on Naval craft. Personally altered and tweaked, mostly in performance and handling, it has seen everything that Stukov has, and carried him through it all. Notably, he can load and fire various specialized munitions that can be loaded into any other standard model of shotgun, though outside keeping a handful of slugs and specially blessed buckshot, he doesn't normally carry unique ammo.
- Naval Pistol: A heavy, large caliber auto pistol unique to the Imperial Navy. Despite attempts by Guard forces to acquire their own as a souvenir, Stukov kept his hands on his own issued pistol. Sturdy enough for use in melee, and often paired with chain-cutlass it serves well, though not as openly as the shotgun or chain-cutlass.
- Chain-Cutlass: Formally known as a Hydraphur-Pattern Chainsword, the Chain-Cutlass was a more recent addition to Stukov's kit, coming with his appointment to Senior Armsman, a position also known as a Sergeant at Arms, and replaced his combat knife. While not as long as a standard Imperial Chainsword, having a shorter curved blade, the weapon's more compact size in comparison is highly prized in tight quarters.
- Concussion Grenades: Keeping several handy, these grenades rely on the shockwave from the detonation, which is coupled with deafening noise, instead of fragmentation of sheer shattering power alone. The lack of damage to hulls or other vital components, but continuing to be able to leave typical foes dead or disorientated to the point of being easy pickings. Proper armor could protect against such things, but the shockwave and audible damage made an alternate approach to typical armor.

Equipment:
- Micro-bead
- Data-slate
- Re-breather
- Grapnel Launcher

Personality:
 Stukov remains a rather steady figure in near any sort of situation, though his attitude is not exactly what one would consider professional. Always having nicknames for anyone he works alongside, sometimes several at a time depending on the person, he tends to be fairly blunt on matters, covering what needs to be covered without wasting time or mincing words. He doesn't brook trouble from other allies, having survived some of absolute worst nightmares a Voidsman can have, and has a special place of sheer hate for the forces of Chaos in his heart, more so than typical of loyal Imperial servants. Beyond this, he tends to carry himself with the kind of confidence that comes from far too much experience and surviving to see such experiences forged into senior combat abilities. He doesn't talk much about his time serving on board Naval vessels, given the rather unfortunate series of experiences, but that doesn't make him any less proud of his survival and service, even if he isn't ever going to be quite comfortable planetside, not completely.

Characters Theme Song:

Characters Voice:

Specifically the Cat.

[User]
Cole Cerus
Cole stood there like a statue as Andromedai spoke to the women. Keeping an eye on the man in the back, just in case he decides to do something. He was confident that his comrades could handle the women if things go that way. Cole slowly unholstered his lasgun and brought it into a relaxed position but held on tightly to it. Ready to keep his weapon to bear if the pair try anything.

Cowards they are, Cole thought as the information came out. So a demoness appeared to them in the open and spoke of endless wonder to them. Not speaking a word of it to anyone for fear of death or worse and carried on their day as nothing happened. Stupid and cowardly, nothing ends well if Chaos is involved. Especially if two of the Chaos gods are involved. Letting the matter go and no letting some kind of authority know of this. They might as well dammed this planet, and death normally comes to those that keep the activities of Chaos a secret.

Cole was surprised by Andromedai's decision to have them arrested rather than execute them. He might have said something about it but, Cole knew his place with Andromedai. Keeping his opinions to himself over this. Guess, Andromedai is feeling merciful today with these two. He mentally shrugged, but the rest of the suspects may not be so lucky since he doubted that all of them were as scared as these two. Might have one of those suspects considered the offer from that demoness. However, they will find out today if the is the case. If they do not flee, that is.

As the group walked to their next target, Cole listened to what his comrades had to say about the whole thing. To the shape the demons may take and how much trouble this is going to be. Meanwhile, Cole started to scan their surroundings as he walked. Just checking if anyone looked suspicious while on the way to their next target.

Then Cole saw the statue of Khorne. That should not be here, and why is it out in the open like this. Why did no one report or allowed this to be built. Cole thought to himself as to why in the Emperor's name was this here. He was focused on the statue that he did not notice the black eye woman before it was too late. It was lucky that Adrianne managed to get a barrier up to shield them from the blast. Though not so lucky for Andromedai, who got lanched into a tree that almost snapped in half. Cole quickly readied his weapon, and without any orders from Stukov. He chose to cover Stukov while he moved up to the statue. While scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble or movement. You do not just leave a bomb like that in the open if you were not expecting someone. If he did not have a bad feeling before, he does now.

[Assistant]
Well it was all actually rather interesting development! Medaira was inwardly beside herself with giddy enthusiasm and anticipation. This was turning out to be an event of even greater amusement potential than she initially expected it to! This was glorious! The info revealed by the first victim… target, was useful! So at least two separate chaos forces factions present, but if there were two, chances were there were more, was it not?" Who can ensure there are only those two though? We should assume the worst and that we are dealing with a full mixed group here." The techpriestess mentioned, having to stop herself from calling the possible situation 'most entertaining' instead of 'worst'.

 The fact that the woman had apparently panicked out of fear for those around her wasn't surprising. It was a common Chaos tactic after all, besides Medaira was rather certain that somebody sometime at some point must have made a comment that to fell target, first strike those by their side.'… well if they hadn't, they should have!'

 Still smiling underneath the breather, she followed as they made a direct line for the next target which turned fun real fast. A statue of a chaos god, not something to see every day. A woman with dead eyes, possibly a cultist going ballistic as in literally by exploding and sending their glorious leader into a tree. Not a thing to see every day either, but it was priceless to witness. Now they needed Adrianne psyker friend to be rocketed into a ceiling and Medaira would be happy with a nice new collection in the making.

 Her grin turned extremely wide at the psyker's order to see to the possibly downed inquisitor. Medaira's eyes had this distinct chesire mischief glint in them as she dashed over to the woman with glee." Helping~!" She chirped happily as she went to their leader and the tree that stopped her flight. Emperor bless the tree, who knows how much further she would have traveled otherwise! That said, Medaira's mechadendrites were already armed and ready to fire and a gun was in her off hand.

 "Leader Lady Adrianne~ are you in functioning operational status~?" Medaira chirped as she began inspecting the woman's state. She asked the token question just to check to see if the woman would make any clear reaction. That said she brought her hand to make sure to keep the woman laying down flat just in case. A power armor might take the most of the blast, but hard impacts had the tendency to go through armor. Dropping armored targets from very high places was a good way to kill armored targets. Same with blunt weapons. Impact easily transferred THROUGH hard armor, so depending on the exact force of the impact she made with the tree, they were looking at anything from simple shock to internal injuries, so better not move her much until they can confirm she's ok. Though this was Andromedai, she was likely fine. Medaira suspected they could hit her with a speeding Valkyrie and she'd likely shrug it off.

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"Celestian Andromedai, can you hear me? are you injured? Do you need medical assistance? Your armors life support systems seem to be rebooting after the living warp bomb, I can't get a reading on your current condition." Aivza's voice came though Andromedai's coms, at first sounding distant but then clearing, returning to what was considered normal. The HUD within Celestian Andromedai's helmet was informing her that the conversion field emitter from her Rosarius had absorbed most if not all of the energy from the explosion, though still warned that she may have received slight injuries. After a few seconds of gathering additional information about her current condition, she responded to the first person that had reached out to her, Celestian Aviza. "I am thankfully uninjured Aviza, at least from what I can tell. Be it due to Devine intervention or pure luck, I am unsure. What I do know is that my Rosarius absorbed most of the energy from the suicide warp-bomber." Aviza responded quickly, thankful that her fellow Sister of Battle was still in one piece, "Yes well, I am going to thank the Emperor for your protection from the blast. You should check in with the rest of your, I mean our squad and ensure they are still alive."

While slightly dizzy and disoriented, effects from the living warp bomb detonating and her short trip to the tree that stopped her from flying further into the distance, Andromedai found herself still lying upon the ground when Aviza made her suggestion. "I'm in the process of doing just that, once I am able to stand on my own." Celestian Andromedai then attempted to move back onto her feet, though the hand being firmly placed upon her left shoulder stopped her. Standing before her was their Techpriestess, Medaira who was now inquiring if the Sister of Battle was still functioning and operational. "I am Celestian Andromedai, not Psyker Adrianne. Or did I get knocked into a different dimension where Pysker Adrianne is the leader of this Inquisitorial retinue?" The last comment was in made in jest, though she was unsure if anyone would have been able to catch that. Carefully, she grabbed onto the Techpriestess for stabilization and pulled herself up off of the ground and back onto her feet.

"I am fine, thank you for your concern." said Celestian Andromedai, who would then lightly pat Techpreistess Medaira upon her head a few times before stepping forward, towards her retinue. "Is everyone alright? Are there any injuries? I see that Pysker Adrianne..." Andromedai would stop mid-sentence, pointing back at the statue. "No longer Khorne, but of the God Emperor." The statue had indeed changed back to what it should have been, no longer representing the God of blood, war and murder. "What little remains of the woman who abruptly exploded are scattered around the area, and with her the effects of the warp bomb still linger." Celestian Andromedai considered the fact that they were most likely being watched at that moment, and switched to her coms so only her retinue could hear her speak. "It is likely we are being watched, why we have not yet been attacked since the Warp Bomb leaves me to assume they are merely toying with us." Turning to Adrianne, Andromedai continued speaking. "Or maybe they just want us alive? Do you still sense anything out of the ordinary?"

[Assistant]
Stukov kept an ear on the situation, though the statue seemed to revert back to what it should have been, one dedicated to the God Emperor. That was...peculiar, but not completely foreign. The warp was deceitful and tricky when not properly controlled, and he lowered the shotgun from aimed to a low ready, scanning the surroundings carefully, looking for the slightest thing out of place or otherwise wrong. He'd rely on gut instinct as well if it came up, though he much preferred trying to pick out trouble on a ship. Urban wasn't too bad, though this was a far cry from working through a hiveworld or the like as well. Moving back away from the statue, he would turn after satisfying himself that he couldn't spot any impending trouble and nodded to the soldier. "Thanks for the cover, mate. Let's regroup and figure things out, that blast probably spooked anyone too stupid to run from the sound of us touching down."

 Moving back, while continuing to do regular glances around, waiting for the sudden crack of weapons fire to finally open up after the explosion, he moved to the rest of the group, offset enough to hopefully avoid clustering up into a nice, juicy grenade target. Seems that Celeste was alright, her armor soaking most of the blast, though the comms seemed to have indicated her systems fluctuated. Might want to get that checked, he thought, but didn't say it out loud. Though once she was done addressing the psyker, he chimed in, turning to scan while he spoke to the Celestian. "You were closest, but my gut says that was meant for lighter targets. Smiles foiled that one, but given what it did to you, would have wrapped me around a tree. No doubt there's eyes on us, but I have a feeling there was an expectation that would be enough. Now that I said it, watch, they'll open up..."


[System]
Age: 18
Archon of:Fire

Original art of Fuma. Feel free to ask questions, I'll have more art to post as the story progresses.

Physical Attributes
Apearance:
Fuma is 5 foot 8 inches, a bit lanky despite his smallish stature. He is a bit younger than the others, but his countenance is a mystery.
 Fuma wears a mask with three black bars on his chin, and big double circles for his eyes. The white background remains blank, and the mask itself is extremely hard. No one is sure of it's material, but it never comes off. It's odd ways allow him to eat and breathe just fine, and it remains a mystery of how this is possible. Duma can even convey emotions through expression, as the mask's markings change with his facial gestures.
 (I'm an artist so I wouldn't mind posting some character sketches of him).
Physical Strengths:
He could easily lift Maya, but probably not Marcus. Despite his small build he can move quite fast. His pain threshold is inhumanly high, for some reason.
Physical Weaknesses:
Fuma is prone to having tight lungs, his chest burns if he runs too much. His speed doesn't lack power or skill, but accuracy tends to be a bit of a problem... His greatest weakness is probably how ticklish he is.

Mental Attributes
Personality:
 Fuma is your typical angsty teen. Lovable, frustrating, and most of all... strong willed. He likes to laugh off his pain with a joke and a brave smile, sacrificing his own feelings to keep those around him smiling and motivated. This of course can effectively work against him. One may feel as if they know him inside and out, only to find that he's a deeper mystery than before. Kids, right?
 His attachments to comrades do run deep however, despite what it may seem.
Likes:
 Fuma likes cherries, puns, and flying any kind of aircraft within his reach. He likes to flirt, but it's just a front. He likes to be protected, but not so much that he can't return the favor.
Dislikes:
 He doesn't like his orange hair, liars. He DESPISES anyone who mistreats others, so his sense of justice is delicate. He also dislikes being discriminated according to his age. Being useless, forgotten, or discarded.
Phobias:
 Losing his mask. The majority of Fuma's frequent nightmares stem from his mask. It cracking, falling off, being taken, or simply disintegrating. His mask is like a safety wall, in many* ways.
 He also fears losing a comrade due to his own lack of strength. Fuma's personality leans very much toward self loathing, but he'll never tell you that.

Background
 Fuma has lost his memory. He understands that he is different, but he isn't sure why. He prefers to brood on these questions at night when he should be sleeping, and in his dreams when his broken memories form into new unseen horrors. Fuma recognizes the violent murders of his parents, but the shadowy their of his childhood remains unknown, and he continues to ignore it.
 When he wasn't drowning in the void that amnesia brings, Fuma continued the ritual of maintaining his training and wearing his mask. Sometimes, he noticed, it refused come off against his will. This brought to life fragmented memories of his childhood, scratching and pulling at the mask...
 Without proper memory and timelines, it's hard to establish an effective background. I suppose one could assume that his background is what you see. His personality, his emotions, and his determination.

Combat Information
Typical form of combat:
Being the archon of fire, Fuma can perform close and long range styles of combat. The personal nature of his style tend to leave vivid imprints on his mental health, being a youngster, so he prefers* long range.
Preferred Team Role:
Any sort of airstrike is welcome in Fuma's book, and he is impeccable backup. His ability to read a fight is innate.
Weapon:
Fuma carries a thick black sword, two-handed or single-handed. This sword is broad enough to act as a shield, but long enough to maintain grace and balance. The capabilities of the sword remain to be seen...
Unique Equipment:
Mask/Shadow Cloak (cloak is more of his angsty tendencies bubbling up)

[User]
Relief flooded Maya's senses, followed by an immense wave of joy, as she reunited with her beloved beau. Balanced on the tips of her toes, she wordlessly greeted Paul with her silky lips. The duo had been through the ringer together. Side by side, they trained for months, embarked on countless missions, and ultimately fought back-to-back in the "final" battle. In stark contrast to Maya's royal upbringing, Paul was a cheeky buccaneer with a morally questionable background. Despite their differences, the pair had quickly kindled a relationship. Just as a pirate is drawn to the sea, the Archon of Time was drawn to the Archon of Water (and vice versa).

 Lost in the fabric of time, the two remained entranced with each other until Paul finally pulled away. Maya moved a hand to his face, gently brushing her thumb against his cheekbone. Her teary aquamarine eyes scanned his countenance as she caressed a scar that trailed down his cheek. The Archon looked as though he had aged a decade, yet he was more handsome than ever. Flushed and glowing, Maya smiled. Everything was going to be alright. Or at least that was how she felt until she noticed the stream of crimson trickling down from Paul's nose.

 "No, no, no," Maya blubbered as she watched Paul's knees buckle beneath him. Blood bubbled from his mouth, frothing into a pinkish foam. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

You could have caught him, you know, her guardian quipped. Maya stood there with her face contorted by sheer horror.

 "Don't need your sass right now, Andromeda," she yelled aloud. Maya dropped to her knees beside him. Quickly, she positioned the Archon of Time on his side so that he wouldn't choke on his own fluids. Bright red splotches formed on Maya's cloak as more blood spilled from his nose and mouth.

The Archon of Water whipped around to face Marcus, "Help me get him to the medbay. Now."

[Assistant]
The government office is not as heavily protected as compared to corporate buildings. After the advent of extraterritoriality, local governments often found themselves with less resources then the corporations that controlled the streets. Even the little security this building had was hired from Ares Macrotechnology, one of the biggest megacorps in the area. Of course, it was pretty minimal, to say the least. There was little of value in a building like this. Which is exactly why Derek dropped into the hallway from a rooftop skylight with no resistance.

Derek spent a few seconds to reload his glider back into his pack. Having it out in a building would just slow him down. He got a look at a nearby directory. The freelance files would be found in one of the few areas of the building with a moderate amount of security. The few people left with skill to compete between the megacorps were a valuable asset, and actually had some of the few economic protections left for small entrepreneurs. His father had been one of these, sought out to temporarily aid various R&D departments. Assuming that the idiots at Ares hadn't changed the security, Derek knew exactly how to get to the files.

Derek silently moved through the hallway to the data vaults. A few patrolmen moved through the halls, but they were clearly sleep deprived. If this wasn't just a local record building, he would have been sure this was a setup. It might still be, but it seemed someone would want to ambush him at the target's location, not here. The door to the record room did have a card lock, but it was an older model. Nothing a trusty hack-tool couldn't hard-wire. Taking a quick peek through the opening, Derek slipped inside.

Derek pulled out a PDA as he reached the computer. He only ever really used it to take data from computers like this, as he didn't enjoy being tracked through technology. Plugging into the database's port, Derek went looking for his father's files. It didn't take to long before he found what little was left. To be fair, there was still a good amount, but Derek's father apparently shared his philosophy on technology to a lesser extent. Copying the files this his PDA, Derek flipped through to see where the Gemini Pistols might be located. Turns out they had been bought in a corporate auction by Rashin Industries. Derek frowned. While they styled themselves as an energy company, anyone who knew about the dark side of megacorps knew they also dabbled in more "morally ambiguous" research. Weapons tech, bio engineering; if they could profit, they worked on it.

There was only one big Rashin R&D lab in the city. Trouble was, it was also one of the most well defended in the country. This was going to need some prep work. As Derek gathered his things to make his getaway, he froze. Something sounded like footsteps behind him. Derek slowly slipped his hand to his silenced 9mm, as he attempted to act natural. Suddenly, he whirled around, aiming his gun at whatever might have made the noise.

The room was empty.

Taking another sweep of the room, Derek doubled his efforts. It was time to leave, one way or the other. It only took a few more seconds for him to close down the database, and begin to make his escape.

[User]
A boy rides his motorcycle through back roads, under a black sky. He has collected important information concerning the future movements of a deadly enemy, and is making the risky journey back to headquarters.

 "Radio, am I free and clear?" He mutters into his dark helmet.

Nothing.

Still nothing.

 "Radio? You there?"

 That's troubling... She never skips a shift.

The armored rider gears up his bike despite the increasingly pained hum it emits. It's risky, but if the engine is already this loud, there's no point in hiding in the back roads. He busts a right turn and skids on to main road, his bike glinting periodically under the flickering street lights. It's an abandoned city, one he has passed through many times. The battlefield is a haunted remnant of a destroyed civilization, a modern, thriving civilization. He doesn't really inquire about it, but occasionally the thought crosses his mind about what may have resided there in the recent past.

At any rate, the skeletal remains of the city make for excellent cover, and all the same for the enemy. But why should he care? He doesn't even want to be fighting this war.

The faint light leading towards the headquarters appears and he guides his motorcycle toward it, gearing down quietly. He rolls into the hangar, his bike phasing through the armored door with it's shield. It's a bit busy, and he spots Fuma's bright orange hair easily. He swings his leg over the seat and pulls off his helmet, sore muscles making him fully aware of his numb gluteus maximus.

 "Fumaaaaa I'm back for debriefing."

[Assistant]
Fuma spots his good friend Rai and lets out his breath slightly. He felt relieved. It had been a long double shift for a rider of Rai's level. Fuma trots over to his station and slaps Rai briskly.

 "Your ass is sore isn't it, I bet that hurt." He smirks at Rai who is angrily grimacing.

 "Haaaaaa thanks man, yes it is. It's too quiet out there." Rai gives Fuma an annoyed look, but grins his white smile flashing those unnatural fangs. Fuma has always thought they were kind of weird but also cool.

He was slightly jealous of them.

 "Does the darkness whisper to you? Lets hope so, I haven't been able to read manga lately, Radio is being so stingy. I need something interesting." Fuma's mask smirks again, but Rai can tell he's exhausted and most likely tired.

 "Let's debrief a little later alright? I really need a break."

 "Okay alright I see how it is, you're too tired for me, I get it. I'm a nonentity after all, sigh, I guess I'll just go. Keep your chin up Rai. We're doing a good thing here remember." Grins at Rai, remembering the valiant origins of this rebellion. Fuma realizes the risk and the ever-hovering darkness in this dimension. It haunts his fighters, so he always tries to cheer them up by acting like a goof ball and be sarcastic.

 In the recent past, a new growing syndicate of warlike association had decided to attack the 3rd syndicate. To conquer was their purpose, as they had already conquered several others. However, in these exploits many of their pawns had been lost as cannon fodder, sent to die on suicide runs and recklessly destroyed. This created a need for man power, and the foundling 12th syndicate was their source. This unnamed, unestablished War syndicate invaded the 12th, and robbed it of their children. They were enslaved and indoctrinated into foreign ways, supernaturally kept alive after death in the form of a Shadow. This boy, by the given name "Rai", is one of these children. Despite the harsh change, and the destructive nature of the War syndicate, these children's hearts burned. They burned for freedom... for peace... and for their own identity. Rising up among them came a revolutionary, a young man by the name of Fuma. He was different... His soul burned with a light unfaltering, and he united the Shadow Children, like Rai. Soon they grew stronger and learned the War syndicates weaknesses, their plans. The revolt began in the early hours of the morning... Fuma signaled and sabotage ensued. Despite the betrayal of a close conspirator, it succeeded, and the Shadow children took what was left of them and receded into the wasteland of the alternate dimension in which these wars take place. There they continued train and foster their camaraderie, and to sabotage the War syndicate. Here they remain, slowly attacking again and again through guerrilla warfare, a tired war of thoughtful attrition.

 It's serious business.


[System]
Age: 22

Gender: Male

Human Appearance

Personality: He is very cool headed, rarely letting people see how he feels. The only time he has ever shown his emotions was when he trusted someone or when something did not align with his morality. He hated injustice, which led to his issues with both the marines and pirates alike.

Mistuki was born to a very well known marine commander who raised to the rank of Admiral at a young age. As such, he was trained harshly from a tender age. While it was basically going through hell, he did grow to be a powerful fighter in his own right. He tested himself constantly on common ruffians around the capital on the Grand Line. They were scum that not even the marines would care to put their attention to. However, this time also opened his eyes to the evils of the world, watching how the Tenryubito treated the common man. It was sickening and he couldn't stand it. He learned to keep his emotions contained at a young age due to this.

He was given many chances to prove himself by his father, but it never seemed good enough for the man. He refused to show his true talent to the man, though, already abhorring the government's way of doing things. This even went to the point where he secretly gained a Devil's Fruit to consume. He would train secretly with it, refusing to show his father or other marines the talent it gave him.

Despite his misgivings, Mitsuki joined the marines and he fought against pirates for years, never wishing to stand out. His father hated this, watching him throw his chances away to let others gain the glory. In the end, the admiral decided to give his son a last ditch effort to prove himself. He took him to witness the strength of an admiral on a lesser well known island that one of the Shichibukai had discovered. The Island of Dragons.

It was decided that this island was to be sacrificed for a very powerful Devil's Fruit. It was originally open for discussion, but a dragon foolishly struck at his father and was murdered as an response. What followed...was a massacre.

Mitsuki could only watch as his father and the Warlord destroyed this island in search of the Devil's Fruit. Upon returning to the capital, never even laying eyes on the captive his father had taken, the boy stole a marine ship and left. He had learned to sail on his own as part of the marines. This, of course, did not go unnoticed. Not that it mattered. The boy dumped the ship at the first place he could land, scrapping the entire ship and buying a new, smaller one. He left the Grand Line, using tricks he had learned from the marines to pass the Calm Belt and eventually came to find himself in North Blue.

There, he settled down, training himself as he decided to look for a crew. He hated the injustice. His best chances at facing this injustice was the life of a pirate. On the open sea, challenging the marines, but also the other pirates that wished to throw the world into chaos.

Steeling himself for the journey, he set out once again, stopping at islands to look for worthy men to join him in his endeavors.

Fruit: Tora Tora no Mi, Type: Byakko (Legendary Zoan Type)

Powers: Partial Transformation; he can transform parts of his body into that of a white tiger. He is unable to control this well and, thus, can only transform a single part of himself at the moment.

Increased senses; given the senses of a tiger, he is able to see, smell, and hear great distances

Increased physical capabilities; given the prowess and strength of a tiger

Berserk; given that this is a very powerful ability, Mitsuki cannot fully control it. As such, whenever his emotions get out of hand, he loses himself in his rage. A great increase to his strength and abilities are granted to him, but he loses all control of himself and cannot differentiate friend from foe.

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Mitsuki didn't respond to Hibiki. Not immediately. This was where he wanted him. The sharpshooter might be good, but Mitsuki's senses were superior. He would deal with the immediate threat first. Then Hibiki would be defenseless at close range.

However, he already recognized these two. Will was hot headed. Especially when it came to Hibiki. He could use that.

Stepping to the side, his own sword lashed out, deflecting it away from his body. He made no move to get around him, though. Instead, he adjusted his wrist and brought the hilt forward, aiming for the man's nose.

If that succeeded or failed, the swordsman still began talking. "Nice of you to let your weaker companion flee to higher ground. I didn't know you required a sniper to win a sword duel, though. I guess Commander is the right spot for you."

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Baku grit his teeth at the sight of this boy withstanding his first assault. However, while that was impressive on its own, the boy's words suggested differently. Ryu didn't know how to use his powers properly yet. He was still green.

An idea formed in his head at that moment. He brought the cannon up, but in the same motion, brought it around to slam into Ryu's side. He wasn't fighting back with strength. Without the ground bracing him, that blow should throw him into the nearby building if it should hit.

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Will's blade met Mitsuki's and it was deflected to the side. However, he swordsman was quick to right himself and return to his ready position, holding the sword's hilt downward and the blade slightly to the side. He was then at the ready for the blow Mitsuki attempted to strike, backing away from the blade, avoiding it completely. He moved as though to lunge back in again...but hesitated. His reaction to Mitsuki's taunt was immediate. His expression shifted from one of perfect concentration to anger, brow furrowing and his mouth twisting into a slight frown.

"I don't-!" he started, but was cut off by another gunshot from behind him.

During the brief struggle, Hibiki had quickly lined up another shot, unleashing a bullet toward the center of his skull.

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Ryu quickly realized that he might have needed to keep his words to himself. He had just been so relieved by the results of his quick, on the spot experiment that he had momentarily let his guard down. but once the Marine finally lifted the cannon off of his arms, he was finally able to move again. However, the Captain did not take a break in his movements. The cannon that was raised was suddenly pulled around and swung at his side.

Even from the brief moment he had to see it coming, he was able to realize what would happen if that attack scored a direct hit. He would no doubt be launched to the side and slammed into some of the nearby buildings. While his armor had protected him from the brunt of an overhead swing, it would not work quite as well if his opponent were able to actually follow his swing through all the way, especially without the ground to brace against.

He could only dodge this attack.

Ryu allowed his scales to vanish, transforming back into his normal, human skin. As soon as his armor was gone, he immediately performed another transformation. This time, however, he focused his attention on his right leg. Crimson scales formed around it as his lower leg transformed into the leg of his dragon form. A form that had more power in it. He lifted his left leg and kicked off of the ground with his stronger right. Thanks to the extra strength, he was able to leap upward, barely clearing the cannon's swing in time. At the same time...he realized that an opportunity also presented itself.

His leg quickly reverted back to its original state once more. In its place, his lower back began to change color. He focused his mind on the base of his spine...and soon, a new appendage began to appear. A thick, crimson tail appeared behind him.

With that, he quickly tried to spin in the air, attempting to swing his tail around in an attempt to smash it into Captain Baku's face, hoping to at least inflict some kind of damage....

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Mitsuki swayed to the side, letting the bullet sail harmlessly past him. His sword flashed up again, batting Will's to the side with a surprising show of strength. He twisted quickly in the same moment, grabbing for Will's wrist. If successful, he would twist it back, bringing it behind his back as he finished his sidestep. It would take Hibiki a moment to reload. Now, though, Mitsuki was between the sharpshooter and the swordsman, a tight grip on the latter's wrist. There was enough time to continue his taunt. "Case and point," he said softly, pulling in closer to the swordsman. "You aren't skilled enough to handle me. So you need to rely on that coward hindering me. You lack honor as a swordsman. I'm ashamed to share the same craft with you."

By now, the rifle should be reloaded, using a standard Marine's rifle as a point of reference. Regardless, the moment he would hear the next crack from the gun, he would fall back, hitting the ground and rolling away into a crouch. If timed correctly and pulled off, the bullet should be cutting through the space he had been occupying a moment before, right behind Will.

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A loud crash boomed as the tail struck Baku's face. He collapsed to one knee, but his free arm took advantage of this moment. Reaching up, his arm wrapped around the scaled appendage. He tightened his grip, using his superior strength to hold the boy still and drag him back into the ground by force. The Captain ignored the bent form his nose had taken or the blood spewing from it, focusing entirely on wrestling the dragon boy down.

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The Marine's eyes widened as his attention was grabbed by the man in front of him once again. His blade was easily batted to the side, demonstrating a clear difference in power that even he would have a difficult time denying. He hadn't felt somebody knock his blade away this casually since Captain Baku himself. But before he could even concentrate on that thought for even the briefest of moments, he felt a powerful grip grasp his wrist and he quickly realized that Mitsuki had closed the distance even further in that brief moment of distraction. He was incapable of even uttering an exclamation of confusion before Mitsuki pulled his arm behind his back, causing his eyes to go wide with shock.

His target was right where he wanted him. Hibiki was quickly reloading his gun as fast as humanly possible. 'Damn these rifles for taking so long...' he growled to himself in his mind. He had the perfect shot lined up, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had to take all this time to reload, despite his clear shot. But he soon had his rifle reloaded and it was raised back up to his shoulder and he lowered his eye once more, readying to take aim with his now-loaded weapon.

"You're dead!" he shouted before the explosion sounded that symbolized his gunshot going off, aimed down toward Mitsuki's back.

"How dare a criminal like you say that I have no honor!?" Will growled back, wincing slightly in pain from the arm pulled behind his back. You're the one who-" However, he was cut off by Hibiki's sudden exclamation. His eyes widened slightly, realizing just what was about to happen. "Hibi-!" but he was cut off once again. This time by the bullet his comrade had launched. As Mitsuki rolled away to safety, Will's arm had been released, but it was too late. The shot that rang out pierced through his back, causing his eyes to widen and his weapon to be involuntarily dropped from his hand. "You...idiot...." he growled lowly as his body fell forward, collapsing to the ground as his blood began to drip from the new wound in his back.

Hibiki, meanwhile, stood frozen in place, his gun in the same spot it had been when his shot was fired. He didn't need to be told his mistake. And he was clearly somewhat shaken by just who he had ended up shooting instead.

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Ryu was actually rather surprised his blow managed to land as easily as it had. He smiled a bit to himself, pleased with the results. He had acted quickly and without much thought, but it had turned out for the best. And now, he could press the advantage and continue his attack!

...Or so he thought. Before he could do anything more, he felt something grasp his tail with a firm grip. And before he could even utter a cry of surprise, he felt himself getting pulled through the air. His back crashed down heavily onto the ground, causing him to let out a gasp of pain while he laid sprawled on the ground at the Marine Captain's feet. He stared up toward the Captain, his eyes widening when he saw the condition of his face.

'He just took a strike like that and powered through it to do this...? Th-that's crazy...! What is this guy made of...!?' he thought to himself. This was going to be even more difficult than he thought, it seemed....

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Mitsuki offered a calm look at Hibiki, not even watching the swordsman fall to the ground. One down. He flicked his wrist up quickly and his sword left his hands, shooting out at Hibiki. He wasn't aiming for the man, though, letting the blade stick into the ground right in front of him. He was hoping the attack would throw him off even more.

Regardless, the shooter had to reload. He shot forward, closing the distance in only a few strides. Almost instantaneously, he lunged forward, landing lightly on the hilt of his sword. He swept his other foot up, striking the barrel of the rifle in the crook of his ankle and dragging it down so it would point at the ground. In the same movement, he leapt from his sword, spinning back to plant his other foot into the man's face. He grabbed the hilt of his sword as he passed, slashing down as he finished his spin to slice the gun in two.

As he landed, his sword came up, resting lightly against the neck of his foe. "Surrender and you can get medical attention for your friend," he stated. "Don't and you'll regret your choice."

~ ~ ~

Baku lifted his arm up, the cannon coming up with it. "This is the power of the Marines, boy. You would do well to remember that," he growled out, slamming the metal form down on the boy's stomach if Ryu didn't attempt to escape.


[System]
Age:21

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Fox)

Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass.

Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to.

Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example.

Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone.

Color: Magnolia.

Emblem: Uniquely, none.

Appearance:

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Greyson- Grimm studies

Greyson was with Robert and Pricilla in the grimm studies class while it seemed their other teammate Daniel was in the armory class. Not completely surprising considering he didn't seem to take much care about different types of Grimm their are. Greyson wasn't exactly a bookworm about the subject either but that didn't mean Greyson didn't want to learn if one Grimm was able to shoot acid at him while one that looks identical to the one doesn't. Just one of the situations that Greyson wanted to be prepared for in the near future if it ever came up to it. So far however it seemed like their professor was a nice person even counting the fact that he is letting loose live Grimm at whatever student he picks to fight off against one. Greyson was strong but Greyson would just observe for today unless called upon, considering he saw the sitting bull get beaten down by one of their other classmates that Made Greyson smile a little as he thought back to Edgar the giant sitting bull they killed to form their team, such good memories Greyson thought to himself.

Greyson also wanted to keep an eye on Pricilla and Robert hoping that he will still have a chance to have a date with Pricilla soon, after all Pricilla was his first partner and he still remembers that cute funny girl that laughed as she fought those beowolf with him that day. Greyson couldn't get her off his mind and it was Greyson's own shy nature with beautiful women that is causing him to loose his chance. His window is slowly closing and he doesn't know how to keep it open...

[Assistant]
Kuhaku Shiro - 4th Period, Armory Class

His question ignored, his messages to Sapphire and Mokuren gone unanswered, the situation in the classroom degraded at a pace so rapid that it dizzied Shiro. One thing was clear, that Geni had been part of the White Fang prior to his enrollment and acceptance into Beacon. The very moment he heard whisperings of the White Fang, Shiro's head ached with an intense pain that caused him to lose focus of the events unfolding around him. Grimacing, Shiro eyes shut tight as his ears flattened themselves. His skull felt as though someone was drilling into it and prying it open with tools to see what was inside. A high pitched whine that only he himself could hear deafened him. Placing his hands on his head in a futile attempt to ease his splitting migraine, he gritted his teeth as he steeled himself for what was coming next.

The voices. Always starting as little ideas and whispers, a few here and there, they grew in volume and number. Painfully opening an eye to try and keep track of what was going on, he immediately wished he hadn't. In every desk, in every possible space of the classroom all of its occupants had disappeared and were replaced by smoky black shadows. He quickly shut his eye closed and willed himself to make it through this attack. Breaking out in a slight cold sweat, his breathing became labored as memories forced their way through the clouded mess of his mind.

"...Where did they find him?"
"..The townspeople saw the fires."
"...Was the only one there."
"We found this.."
"Doesn't that belong to..."
"It looks like the White Fang's doing."
"Tragic..."

A younger Shiro only caught fragments of what the people around him were saying, fading in and out of consciousness.

The voices were unrelenting, suggesting he take action. To add fuel to the fire, to do something extreme that he didn't want to do.

"Rip out his throat"
"With fangs"
"Killed your"
"Use your Power"
"Silence them"

A massive jumbled mess of different voices battered him and left him withered. He could only surmise that they came from the Shadows that surrounded him. Breathing slowly and steadily, he kept himself calm. As suddenly as the attack came, it went away. His face relaxing, sweat drying away, he slowly opened his eyes and only saw his fellow classmates. No Shadow Men to be seen, the voices and high pitch whine gone. Clearing his throat, Shiro sat silently at his seat. Not saying a single word or giving any indication as to what happened to him, he finished the notes he was recording on his Scroll, his countenance expressionless and blank. The book of his easily read emotions and thoughts closed, its pages blank. He would reserve his opinions and thoughts to himself for once, only wishing the continuation of class.

As the professor quieted the class and left to track down Geni, the lion Faunus, Shiro looked at his weapons and decided he would busy himself until the professor returned and class proceeded as normal. Grabbing the hilt of his sheathed sword and pressing down on the emblazoned crest of the shield, he used the sword as an odd key of sorts. Sheathing and unsheathing the sword at varying lengths, a series of audible mechanical clicks and ticks were heard as the hidden internal mechanisms of his weapons turned and worked. With a slight pop and jump, the shield segmented itself revealing that it was not indeed one solid piece of metal. Carefully sliding his blade out of the shield with a metallic grinding noise, he grabbed the spine of the blade as he simultaneously twisted the hilt. Removing the spine, he pulled out its internals revealing that his sword was partially hollow within. As he twisted off the pommel, he disassembled the rest of the internals and began to turn each part over in his gloved hands. Carefully examining each item to check for abnormal stress, wear and tear.

As he looked over his now disassembled sword and shield, he worked with an uncharacteristically unusual calm and serenity. As if nothing happened in the class. As if he didn't just suffer one of his periodical attacks. To anyone watching Shiro, he was simply conducting maintenance on his surprisingly swiss watch-like weapons. The sword and shield not simply so. Its true inner workings and functions, only Shiro knew how to piece together and understand. He was the only one alive that knew how his weapons were utilized.

All in all, he seemed rather disinterested in the happenings of the classroom, even bored. The drama just wasn't his thing. One thing was certain, however. Inside, Shiro's heart burned furiously with anger and rage aimed towards Geni. He would later demand answers from the Lion Faunus, before passing his own form of judgement. He would have his information if he would be attending this class with the Lion-boy. But, he would reserve that for another day, now more interested in the dust residue build up on the internals of his gear.

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Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies

Though Sangue remained silent, she clapped for Ben in her mind. He did a great job in swiftly dealing with the Grimm; as expected of a leader. She absentmindedly nodded at Ben as she began to follow her teammates out.

Sangue liked fresh air, though she still seemed a bit nervous, wondering if she would get picked to represent her team or not. Fortunately for her, it seemed that Professor Port planned on letting each teams' members shine on their own. She felt calmer.

The woman turned to Trad, then at Ben, before attending the Grimm Studies class as silently as she had before. She was no longer taking notes due to the fact that the class was now moving. The red-haired warrior, after all, could not carry a notepad and a pencil.

"..."

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ARMOURY

Hearing Rayna talk about her past Victor felt that he had to share as well. "I hate how it feels when my arm is removed, it's like hanging by a thread over a shark tank, your one lifeline, and you have to let go. I always hesitate," glancing to the side at Rayna "prolonging it, as if by taking longer it won't have to happen. It is... scary. Then it is done, gone, as if I never even got a replacement in the first place. It feels empty, not even a phantom limb to remember it by." taking his arm from Rayna, Victor lays it out on the table in front of him and with a practiced hand he starts disassembling it. "Don't worry about all this past business." matching Rayna's wild grin Victor turned to her "You're the Captain after all... unless you would prefer me to call you M'lady?" The growing conflict felt like background static, ever present and building up until it could no longer be ignored.

Victor only started really paying attention when the threat of a tank was introduced Are you kidding me? Have you not heard of escalation of force? Don't do that! You'll just start a fire! next thing he knew that threatening spark blew up the political powder keg. A short fight broke out and miraculously managed to resolve itself before Professor Chatsworth had to intervene, he was only needed for clean up. Looking down Victor went to resume his work but found that he had already striped it down to it's metal skeletal frame. Well... practice really does make perfect. Stepping back Victor looked at his arm all spread out and was, as always, slightly amazed. Whispering to Rayna Victor said
"It's weird isn't it? So many parts fit together to make my arm and my weapon... It's also a bit creepy, the metal skeleton arm part." grabbing some WB-40 Victor started meticulously cleaning and oiling every part that needed it, noting down any part that could be improved The lenses used in the cannon could be higher quality, I better sharpen the blade as well
"What plans do you have for this class M'lady Captain Rayna? What plans will lead Jormungandr to glory?" grinning broadly Victor did his best to put the political fight in the back of his mind and was determined to stay out of it. As far as he was concerned it was just a fight. No terrorism, no politics, nothing. Politics is what caused me to need this arm. Little good comes from it.

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Geni flexed his finger over and over again as he walked. He liked the feeling of the cracking over and over again, it helped him think. This was supposed to be Armory Class, yet it turned into a battle field. Geni sighed, remembering the words of Ivan. "Once a terrorist, always a terrorist." there was some truth to those words. Geni learned how to fight at a very young age, and from then on he had done many unspeakable acts. Yet, Beacon accepted him, he had told them of his past, but they still took him in. Geni owed this school a lot for what they did for him, yet, stepped all over them with what happened today.

Geni raked his hands through his hair once again, until the silence of the hallway was broken by the pained running of Sapphire. She had used the nickname she made up for him, Lionheart.

"Were do you think you are going." she asked him breathlessly. Geni sighed and but put on a fake smile. "Wherever the wind takes be." He said solemnly. Unfortunately. Before there conversation could go far the teacher then came to them. Geni cringed when he asked Sapphire to go back to class and looked back at Geni. Geni was extremely nervously, but Geni calmed down and took a deep breath.

"Hey teach." He said solemnly as he scratched the back of his head.

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Mokuren sighed as the situation finished. She felt her Semblance activate too soon and for a good few seconds thought she was going to die. It was an interesting thought pattern, how she would end living in an armory defending a man she disliked for no other reason than she had cravings when she first met him. But, then the sword was not killing her, and more things happened beyond Mokuren's scope. Afterwards, Mokuren's mind reminded her of that message she got before all the shit happened. With the teacher now out of the classroom - and Mokuren left unaware of wither she had detention or not, since she wasn't actually an aggressor but rather trying to protect people - now was a good time to answer it and so she turned to her scroll and opened it, reading that it was from Shiro. That put a soft on her face as she headed back to her seat to reply.

To: Kuhaku, Shiro
From: Sabella, Mokuren
Subject: Ostrich
you are welcome for the offer off assistance, Shiro Kuhaku. I could not leave someone like yourself to traverse the hallway with a damaged brain, even though it turned out your brain was not damaged. I also hope that we can get to know each other much better, as you seem like a person that would be a very interesting partner. Sorry about the tardiness of this reply, but the reason should be pretty obvious

With the message completed, she hit send and put her scroll, grinning widely. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and it wasn't just the fight or threat of death that made brought this on.