[System]
Lara Alderliesten

Character Quote: To Fight for What is Just, to do What is Right.

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Character Summary
Aliases: Sviti, Helen Falk (False Name)
Age: 21
Birthday: May 7th 1923
Death Date: November 13th, 1944
Ethnicity: Dutch
Birth Place: Was born in Giethoorn, but moved to Amsterdam when she was six and grew up there.
Godly Parent: Tyr, Keeper of Law and Justice. The God of War, Courage and Duells.
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 76
Gender: Female
Languages: Old Norse, English, Dutch, French, German, and a little Yiddish.

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Appearance
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125
Body Type: Slightly curvy but also a bit muscular underneath
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Plenty of scars on her hands, arms, and lower legs, from her life occupation.
Personal Style: Lara tends to wear the style she was comfortable with when she was alive, which was blouses and skirts and occasionally pants, but this is mostly in her down time. She'll braid her hair or pin it up in a bun or in curls, which again was what she was comfortable with when she was alive. When she is on the field of battle or training she will concede to wearing exercise pants and a tank top, as well as sports bras. (She finds them terribly comfortable compared to bras of her day.)

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Psychology
Friendly * Single Minded * Determined* Easy to Anger * Kind *Burdened

Sexuality: Demisexual but she doesn't understand that concept.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Lara like many people can be summed up in one word: complicated. On the surface she is a very kind and sweet young woman, always willing to help out, or stand up for what she believes is right. Once you get to know her, there is the lingering sadness and regrets she has from her life, as well as the overwhelming feeling of loss. She tries to keep up the friendly appearance, but with those she doesn't get along with the most she will muster up is a polite smile.
Fatal Flaw: Overzealous sense of Justice, to the point that she feels that any wrong committed before her is a slight that she has to fix.
Habits: Fidgets with her necklaces, stares off into space when thinking, will mutter in Dutch sometimes when she's cursing, always fixes her shoes when she leaves her room.
Hobbies:
Fears:
* Rifles
* Dark Water
* Watching the World slip back to like one she knew when she was alive

Likes:
* Pulp fiction Books
* Tea
* Pastries
* Tulips
* Setting her hair
* Slow dance songs

Dislikes:
* Literal Nazi's
* White Chocolate
* Cats
* French Fries
* Acne
* The Sea

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:* Oath Binding
* Keen Sense of Law

General Skills: * Medical
* Sewing
* Reading
* How to make a hiding spot
* Code breaking/ puzzle solving
* Baking

Combat Skills:* Spear Fighting
* Shield Use
* Sword fighting
* Archery

Magic Item: * Her Spear Which can shrink to the size of a pendant
* Her Shield Which can shrink to a bracelet.

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A Star of David necklace, always tucked under her collar. A simple ring with a small gem in it on the same necklace as the Star of David. She tends to wear simple flats, a nice blouse and a knee length skirt as her daily clothing. Her shield bracelet and her spear pendant.
* Purse/Wallet - A simple black handbag
* Wallet with $200 American money, and around 300 euros.
* Faded picture in her wallet.
* Extra dagger just in case
* Tissues
* Some make up
* Extra socks
* Some Pulp Novel she's reading

Possessions In Hotel Room:
* Extra practice spear
* Extra practice sword
* Work out clothing
* Extra shield
* A small worn book
* Old worn passports
* A hide of a wolf she took on a quest
* Extra books

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History

Biography: Lara was born in the village of Giethoorn, a small canal based village, and she lived there for the first six years of her life. However, she had been left at a hospital, abandoned by her birth mother. She was adopted by a lovely couple, the Alderliestens, who had been unable to have children, and never treated Lara as anything other than their true daughter. Shortly after her sixth birthday, her parents moved them and herself to Amsterdam, as they were looking for better work opportunities in the big city. However at this time, the world was changing and not in a good way. A huge economic depression following on the heels of The Great War was leaving parts of Europe and other parts of the world in desperation.

During the 1930's Lara attended school, trained to be a nurse, and watched as the world changed around her. An angry man rose to power in Germany, while another angry man rose to power in Italy. Thankfully, in Amsterdam she was safe, even as people came to the country to try to leave.

Then in 1939 War broke out. Her home country tried to adopt a policy of Neutrality, but Lara was outraged at how the world was treating some people. Thankfully her parents agreed with her and they decided to turn part of their house into a hiding spot. The Alderliestens quickly turned their house into a place where those that were hiding from the Nazi regeim could seek refuge. At this time, this is when Lara's life would change. A family moved into their attic/ hiding part of their house with a son just a few years older than Lara. His name was Levi, and he was a scholar that had once studied at the nearby university.

The two would talk most days for a little bit, sharing their thoughts on the war, on books they both enjoyed, and snippets of the news that she would bring to his family when she brought them their food. Little by little the two fell in love, until one day in 1943, after a few years of hiding there, Levi proposed to Lara, and promised they would get married after the war was over.

Tragedy struck at the end of 1943, and while Lara and her parents were out attending church, their house was raised and Levi and his family were captured and sent to concentration camps. That is when Lara's life changed, and she took up as part of the resistance, and started to try to find her lost love.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Lara had finally gotten a tip that Levi had ended up at Westerbork, which was infamous for being the last stop for many people. Once they left, they were usually gassed or killed. Lara couldn't let that happen, so she as well as a small group of resistance fighters went there on November 13th to liberate as many prisoners as they could.

Armed with a gun and a sword, they managed to get a few prisoners free before they were noticed. Lara held out her gun and knew that she would probably die either way… so better to let others live. She encouraged them to flee while she started taking shots at the guards coming their way. After running out of bullets she turned to her sword and was about to take out another soldier when the fateful bullet entered her chest, ending her life.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars

Extra Information:
Aesir~~~
Sample Post
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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Location: Hotel Valhalla: Floor 301
Skill: Super-Sense

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"Only because I would hold back in deference to your advanced age." Dalisy said to Arnora before they went their separate ways. Arnora was the first one off the elevator, which had left Dalisy alone with Lara. That only made Dalisy more irritated. Gods she had been having so much fun in the rapids and then Lara had to show up. It was like the world was conniving to make sure she had a bad day.

Normally Dalisy might have joined one of the chaotic card games or just joined the fight for fun, but what she wanted was to make sure her sister was okay. Lara was just so much like Niah that it was a constant reminder that Niah was mortal. She might be a demi-god, but she was still mortal. Once in her room, Dalisy reached out with her senses, found her sister, and watched. Niah was alive and well. Dalisy couldn't pick up on anything going on around her, but she knew that Niah was okay.

Dalisy flopped down on a chair and sighed. She'd get changed in a moment, but the desire to punch a wall, or someone's face, had been reduced at least.

[Assistant]
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Runa Johansson

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472
Skills: Wicca, Perception

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 Once Loki introduced himself, everything clicked into place. He was another one of the Norse gods, the god of mischief. She remembered vaguely stories about him cutting off Sif's hair or convincing Thor to wear drag to regain his hammer. He pretty much was connected to everything that went wrong for the Norse gods and every fiber of her being was telling her that she couldn't trust him. His image was flickering, giving her some comfort that he wasn't actually there - it was just an illusion, a trick. She took a breath, thinking over her words carefully before responding. It helped that she was rather quiet and introverted, already a person who took her time before speaking.

 "My father's a nobody," she said softly. "And even if he were... a god... I don't owe him anything." She paused, locking eyes with the god. She wanted to run back into the elevator and press another button. She wanted to get away from Loki, but she couldn't. He knew something about where Balder was - and maybe if she could rescue Balder, she could stop the end of the world from happening. She could absolve herself of that spiritual debt. "So I don't have any reason to make a deal with you... Loki. You'll have to find someone else to barter with." She didn't know what she was going to ask him for if he offered her a better deal - but she hoped that he might slip up slightly and give her another clue by accident.

[User]
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Elizabeth Flame

Location: Gift Shop
Skills: N/A

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 Elizabeth stay where she was seated, not seeing too much of a reason to start roaming around at the moment. She had some thinking to do. If she was correct and Ragnarok was heading towards them, then she either had to get her affairs in order, or prevent it. She didn't know how effective fighting against the tide of fate would be, but if the world was to end, it wasn't like not fighting against it would be oblivion any more or less empty. It felt like the "hero" thing to do, so she knew she would probably do it. People didn't write stories about those who nobly stayed at home and waited for fate to run its course.

 She just hoped the Thanes would actually take her seriously. Given her age, she hoped that that would get them to listen, even if she was a little... absurd at times. She didn't make a habit off lying per say, and she hoped they knew she wouldn't mess around when it came to the end of the world. upon thinking that, she visibly winced. In all honesty, she might, which wouldn't make convincing them easy by any means. If she kept it up for long enough, she was sure they'd believe her eventually, or at least, that was what she hoped. She wasn't the best at mobilizing people on her own, she she really needed their backing here.

[Assistant]
Location:Hotel Valhalla Floor 233
Skills: N/A

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Lara stepped off the elevator on her floor and was thankful a bit for the calm. Yes, she enjoyed spending time with others, like Arnora and some of the other residents in the hotel, but when it came to Dalisy... the woman would not open up to Lara. They butted heads like they were a pair of goats that were fighting over the one part of the hill, when there was an entire mountain to fight upon. Lara always tried to be civil to Dalisy, but it seemed that no matter what she did, it would not matter. However, Lara did know that not everyone could be friends. It was mostly just awkward when Lara wanted to spend time with Arnora... which... was a bit of the time if she was honest to herself.

Lara headed into her room and sighed as she looked at it. In a cruel twist of fate, her room had been designed much like the little apartment she had hoped to move into with Levi when the war was over... the little apartment they would make their live together. But no, the fates had not been kind. Lara didn't even know if Levi had lived or had passed. She had never looked as it would break her heart. She knew that Levi would have never joined her here. He was a scholar, and.... she was a warrior.

She flopped out on her bed for a moment, as she wanted to take a shower but also felt herself feeling a bit drained at the moment.


[System]
Gender: Male

Age: 15

Appearance: Blake sits at an ordinary 5'7''. He's in pretty good shape considering he's a rather active person, but he doesn't really have much of a fashion sense. He's never without jeans, sneakers, and some sort of white or yellow shirt combination.

Personality: Blake's a kind person at heart. He doesn't normally mean anyone any harm and usually tries to be as considerate and accepting of others as much as possible. Everyone has their slip ups, though, so Blake's not immune to the occasional foot in mouth. This kindness stems from his desire to live up to the ideals of a superhero. Kind, caring, and always willing to stick up for those in need. In that last regard, he's a bit reckless, but he honestly just can't abide by someone getting picked on or worse. He considers anyone who can jive with that sort of attitude a friend.

Beyond all his kindness, he has an adventurous and curious side to him. He's always loved trying new things, investigating something he doesn't know about, or just plain getting out and seeing what lies beyond his home. With those tendencies in mind, Blake's attention to wander away when he's cooped up inside and forced to do things irrelevant to his interests. As you might guess, this reflects rather poor on his grades. Not that he minds too much… At the moment.

Background: Fifteen years ago, a pair of twins were born to a loving Filipino couple. Blake is the eldest twin and can be described as the energetic to his brother's chill. The adventurous to his brother's stay-at-home. The less-studious to his brother's more-studious. The "more likely to jump into danger and call it 'being a hero'" to his brother's "I enjoy living and would rather stay right here." From a young age, Blake's always been greatly interested in exploring the world beyond his own home, and that feeling was only exacerbated when he started getting into superhero shows and comics. He dreamed of being a superhero when he was a kid, but as reality set in he ultimately just decided to follow the ideals set by them. That is, being as kind and caring as possible, helping the innocent or struggling, etc. etc.

Relations: Blake considers anyone that gets along with him his friend! (Undecided)

Power:

[User]
Thursday March 21st, 2016

Hal followed everyone aboard the strange ship, and ignored what everyone else had to say, as he instead focused on trying to find buttons to push. A weird spaceship has to have fun buttons to push, right? He was so thoroughly engrossed in finding said buttons, he failed to notice the extending apparatus above him, and was caught completely off-guard when it switched on. The last thing he could remember before blacking out was a single thought.

Well, shit.
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Saturday March 23rd, 2016

Hal woke up Saturday morning to the sound of his alarm. His arm felt heavy as he reached to shut it off-

and his eyes snapped open at the sound of crunching wood.

He stared in shock, and not quite horror, as he stared down at his hand, encased in a heavy, golden gauntlet. Where the hell had this come from? After a few seconds, he could place its familiarity; he'd drawn a gauntlet just like it before he left...

Wait just a second. The last thing he remembered was the inside of that strange sky-machine. How in the world was he in his bed? Hal got up, and changed into some fresh clothes. He glanced at his phone as he went downstairs;

"Saturday. It's Saturday. How is it Saturday? I must've passed out for longer than I thought." He went in search of his father, hoping maybe he could shed some light on things. He threw on a sweatshirt, pulling the sleeve up over the gauntlet. He slowly opened the door to his father's "office", finding him passed out over his newest piece. That figures, Hal thought. All right, Plan B. That directory had to be around here somewhere...

Hal starting quietly rifling through his father's drawer, raising the school directory triumphantly. He went through it, looking for familiar names. Finally, he found one. "Richard Calhoun. He's the one Largent beat up, right?" He copied down the address, and set out. It wasn't too far away. The gauntlet was starting to become very annoying, and slightly worrying. If strange things started happening to him, then surely the others would be affected too...

[Assistant]
Saturday March 23, 2016

"Wake the fuck up you lazy little shit!" Largent was startled from a deep sleep by a blow to the face. A moment later he experienced a sense of vertigo as the ground beneath him shifted, tilting had to his left and he rolled along until he crashed hard into another surface. Oh right. The ground hadn't shifted, his bed had. He blearily opened his eyes to find that his dad had lived the side of his bed, tilting him out of it and onto the worn and scuffed hardwood floor of his bedroom.

If Largent was the tallest person in his grade, his dad was one of the tallest people in town. Close to seven feet tall and almost equally as rotund, Gareth was not a pleasant man. He and his wife had married young when she'd ended up pregnant with Largent, an accident they hadn't wanted or planned for and they made sure to let him know it.

"We don't pay to send you to school so you can laze around all the damned time, you slept all day yesterday so get up and get some fucking work done!" Gareth roared and Largent cringed despite himself. The anger built up in his chest again. The same anger that always resided there like a cold knot of iron just behind his heart that he could never get rid of no matter how many people he took his anger out on.

He went to stand, too stunned from his fall and bleary from whatever happened to him to realize his mistake before it was too late. One thing he'd learned early on in life was that, when Gareth knocked you down, you didn't get back up until he left. Not if you wanted to keep all of your teeth. He lifted his head just in time to catch the crushing fist to his face. The blow lifted him bodily off the ground and tossed him across the room where he crashed into the wall and slumped to the floor again, taking a nearby desk lamp with him.

There was a crashing sound as the lamp hit the floor and the bulb shattered. Largest hand landed a scant inch from the broken bulb and he cried out in surprise when tiny tendrils of bright blue electricity arced from the lamp toward his hand. What in the fucking hell? he thought. five tiny bolts of lightning connect his hand to the bulb and instead of the pain he expected a growing warmth spread through his body. The cobwebs were swept away from his mind and strength flooded his limbs. The pain in his cheek and jaw slowly receded as well until they vanished entirely.

The whole time Gareth kept screaming, ranting at Largent over one imagined slight or another, but Largent wasn't hearing him. He held his hand out to the empty wall socket beneath where they lamp was plugged in. He could feel it. Humming through the floors and walls. Flowing, sighing, moving from one place to another. There was a beauty to it, a sense of order among the chaos.

"Mine," he growled and a thick bolt of electricity snapped from the wall to his hand with a loud hissing, crackling sound. The air began to smell of burnt ozone and hair as all the hair on his knuckles flash fried into nothing. He gasped and spasmed, his muscles clenching and convulsing throughout his entire body as he pulled the energy into his body.

"What the fuck are you doing? You stupid fuck, I hope you plan on paying the electric bill this month," Gareth snapped angrily. Largent still didn't hear him, and even if he had, he wouldn't have likely responded to the ridiculous statement.

The electricity suddenly vanished and Largent rose to his feet. Small tendrils of lightning crackled around his hands and when he raised his head and locked gazes with his father, the old man could see bits of lightning flashing in his gaze.

"You," Largent hissed. "Are never going to hit me again."

Outside, if anyone had been nearby to care, a loud crackling noise could be heard, accompanied by frenzied screams of terror. The screams went on for some time before they finally fell silent, and no one left the house again for several days.

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Richard

It hadn't taken long for him to get ahold of the right people. Took a little creative searching, but he managed it and by noon he had made contact with Mina and Alden. Hal, he hadn't been able to reach. But the others were on their way over to Sophias house. The door opened and Richard glanced up just as he was putting his phone down.

"I got ahold of a couple of people, they should be on their way- GAH! Why are you still naked?" he asked, hand coming up to cover his eyes.

Sophia looked down at herself and frowned before signing, I'm not naked, stupid. I'm wearing jeans.

"But no shirt, or bra."

She glared at him, not The Look, but still effective nonetheless and he sank back on the bed. "Anyway, some people are on their way so you might want to consider getting dressed. It seems like they've been experiencing some weird stuff too, so it looks like we'll have more to talk about than I think we ever have with some of them."

[User]
…Nothing. The news had nothing for him. Well, it's not like he had any high hopes going into that venture at least. He shut off the TV for now and just laid back down on the couch to let his head cool down. "What the heck did the ship do…" Blake thought to himself as he raised one of his hands up.

"If it's not, like, anal probing-" a grimace wandered its way onto his face as he worriedly slid his hand under his ass to check, "And god forbid I HOPE it's not that," he clenched his raised hand and scowled, "Then what the heck was it?!" He tried to will something to happen… Anything! Thankfully for him it barely took five seconds for what he was looking for to happen.

Blake's hand suddenly flashed! Well, more like there was a ball of light suddenly engulfing his hand. It involved an incredibly bright light bursting out to his dark-adjusted eyes so it blinded him all the same. "ACK!" he cried out and covered his eyes. "Wha- What was that?!" Blake sputtered out. "Light?! I… Wait. Wait is that my thing? Did that ship give me—" He blinked his blinded eyes open and looked at both of his hands again.

"That light came from me… Did I do the thing with the lights too?" He wondered out loud.

"What thing with the lights?"

Blake flinched and clammed up as he looked up to find his dad at the entrance to the living room, squinty-eyed and groggy. "Ahhh, I bet you still have a fever, hah!" he chided with a heavy Filipino accent, "Go back to bed now, I don't want you getting sicker. Don't go on that computer either!" The older man shook his head and started heading back to bed himself, "Bad for your eyes, bad for your head for too long, I keep telling you kids…"

Blake heaved a sigh of relief as he heard his dad's voice trail off. Well, he's busted. His dad's word was pretty much law in the house, and he didn't want to risk freaking his family out if they caught him messing with his newfound powers, so he decided to just retire to his room again. He may have slept for a whole day, apparently with a fever too, but he could go for a few more hours. The others would probably be up by then, so they could probably figure this all out together too!

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The others. The… other people.

Who Blake isn't well acquainted with.

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It was a little hard convincing his parents he was completely okay to be moving around, but Blake managed it after he finished up some homework he had to catch up on. It took him until noon to do it, so he had some hustling to do if he was going to meet up with anyone. He may not have known the others well enough to know their phone numbers or where he lived, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying!4

He took his bike out (much to his surprise, he thought it was left behind given the story his parents gave him about coming home) and started pedaling out towards school. From there, he just made a giant guess on where the others lived. Sometimes he'd see people like Richard leave a certain direction from school, and so he just assumed he lived in that vague, general area.

…With a clue like that, sleuthing was going to be harder than he thought. Well, he's already here, may as well try and check it out for himself anyway. He biked out from the school and headed in the direction of Richard's neighborhood, hoping that he'd be able to recognize anyone from school on the way there.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 27

Place of Birth: New York City, New York

Sexuality: Bi-curious at most.

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Mathematician

Power: Regenerative healing

Cost of power's use: Instead of making someone else's wounds and injuries disappear altogether, Jen will absorb some of the damage if not all of it.

Appearance: JJ stands at about 5'7 and has a tongue piercing. Character image

Skills: To say she's good with numbers is a big understatement. JJ also has some computer code knowledge. Additionally, on her down time, she enjoys some kickboxing training.

Personality: JJ is a very rational person, mainly due to her specific upbringing at home. She stopped believing in Santa at a very young age, and when her friends were mesmerized by something they didn't quite understand, Jen always ruined the magic by providing the most logical answer she could up come with. Needless to say, she more or less remains the same person today. She's obviously not a woman of faith, and she never was. Jen is as much of a book nerd as she is a social butterfly, although depending on the circumstances, sometimes one trait trumps the other by such a difference, that it leaves those around her feeling somewhat perplexed.

History: Jennifer was born and raised in New York City. She comes from a family of intellectuals--her mother is a neurosurgeon, and her father is an engineer. Being that she's an only child, JJ was heavily influenced by her parents' passion for science from an early age. She had a small group of friends, but she also spent a lot of time behind books. Maybe this side of her stemmed from her environment, or maybe it was genetic. But more than likely, it was a combination of the two.

Jen's "drug of choice", so to speak, was numbers. Her favorite class all throughout elementary, middle, and high school was always math. In high school, she was offered various scholarships for universities, and she accepted them despite the fact that her parents could very easily afford her education. At the ripe age of 25, Jen earned her doctorate degree in Mathematics from NYU. That same year, she moved to Buckehead after she accepted a position at a local research university.

All was going great for Jennifer until that ill-fated Saturday evening. Being that she and her parents made a rather decent donation to the Wildlife Foundation hosting the gala that evening, they were invited to the event as a gesture of gratitude. Her parents still live in New York, thus it was only Jennifer who was in attendance from the small family of three; a decision that she'll forever regret.

[User]
DeMarcus and Parker Blake
Location: Police Station
Interacting With: Cops / Elijah Craigh

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Parker sat with her knees drawn up into the seat, rest her chin on her legs as they bumped along in the cruiser. The girl watched through the windshield as they passed through the small town that was Harlan. As they passed the town square, she saw people glance at the car, staring at her and her brother through the window of the car. Their intrusive, invasive eyes watched them, and she could practically see them taking mental notes to tell everyone else in town that DeMarcus and Parker Blake were going to the jailhouse. She could hear the remarks: "I reckon! The black boy and the prostitute's daughter is goin' to jail. Is'uh 'bout time!"

She leaned her head back against the seat and stared at the ceiling. They'd gone to great length to hide their newfound "abilities" from the public, but she was sure people had some idea. Word got out in a small town like Harlan and it spread like a wildfire in the middle of summer: fast and nonstop. She glanced over at DeMarcus, who was looking through his window at the passersby. "Do you think they know?" She asked, beckoning his attention.

DeMarcus looked down in thought for a moment, then back to his sister. "I don't doubt that word has spread, but there's nothin' nobody can claim to truth, because there's no evidence." He said, though he knew the likelihood of spreading rumors to be higher than not.

"Oh please, you know what town we live in." Parker retorted. She knew he had said what he did to simply reassure her, but it didn't really work. Still, she appreciated his efforts to keep her confident. She sat back and leaned against his much larger body as an oversized pillow. She knew that they probably wouldn't be going home for a while, so she wished she had brought an actual pillow. The first thing she would do when they got to the station was sleep until someone came and gave her a reason not to. Maybe the NSA would show up and lock them all in Guantanamo bay and run tests to harness their superpowers to weaponize them and take over the world... but that was only one possibility.

As the cruiser cruised into the station, Deputy McFarland pulled the vehicle to a halt. The car settled, parked, and the ignition faded. McFarland's partner, a man DeMarcus couldn't name, walked around and opened the door. He stepped out, pulling his bag with him. Parker crawled across the seat and climbed out the same door, staying as close to her brother as possible. She carried her camera backpack in her right hand. The nameless deputy looked at the backpack, seeing the word, "Canon" across the fabric.

"You got you a camera in there?" He jabbed a finger at her bag.

"No it's a polycarbonate, foldable AR-15 with a full-auto mod." She responded. "Yes, it's a camera." She followed DeMarcus as they walked towards the police station.

"We ain't fans of cameras in the station, lil' missy." He protested.

She did her best to mock his accent, "I ain't a fan of being woken up at five in the mornin', neither." She said, and then in her normal voice, "Also, it's my 1st Amendment Right: Freedom of Press and all. Sue me." She entered the station as DeMarcus held the door open for her, hearing the deputy mutter something about a punk brat.

As DeMarcus followed his sister into the station, he greeted the young woman at the front desk. "Hey there, Lorrie." He said. He didn't know her too well, but he'd went to high school with her brother; they were good people. They were pointed back to the break room, where Parker immediately sat her bags down and laid on the floor, looking like she was ready to go back to sleep. DeMarcus saw Elijah Craigh sitting against the wall. "Elijah, you got some idea of what's goin' on? I'd like some answers if you got any." He asked, looking at the man.

[Assistant]
The blonde leaned on a wall with her head down and her arms crossed with the automatic gun slung on her shoulder. It seemed that she had been resting, having no intention of speaking more with the male who now serves as both her client and friend. She opened one eye to look at the TV displaying the news. They were wanted for questioning? Out of all the people who had exited the gala, only three were going to be questioned? There were far more who had gained powers, she was sure of that.

She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. It was a good thing that clubs treasure money more than the law. Hopefully, with the amount of money given to them, it would convince them to treat them as one of their VIP guests, and thus, be guided to a back exit of some sort when someone decides to barge in and take them out. Besides, violence inside the club is something that everyone knows not to do. Truly, she hoped that no one would come searching for them - and if someone did, the club's staff would treat them well. If not, well, they were on their own.

As she closed her eyes once more, a knock came upon the door and it swung open, revealing another woman who Ashton referred to as Jennifer. She raised her head to look at the newcomer. From what she can see, the woman's body was conditioned. She had probably undergone some sort of training. She was a familiar face though. She pushed herself off of the wall and then gave her a bow of her head when she was introduced to the female. Then Ashton began to speak and Luna paid little heed to what he had been saying - they had already discussed what they were going to do with each other so there was no need for her to actually listen closely to what he had to say.

The another set of knocking came and the door was opened... to reveal a girl probably a decade younger than her. She looked familiar. She has definitely seen this one even before the gala. Her mind raced for her name. Names and faces are something she does not forget easily. And then it clicked, "Ah, Ms. Violet Black. It is a pleasure to see you again. Though the circumstances could have been better." The girl is the daughter of a client. They were introduced to each other as formality and so that Violet would not fear the sight of her, nor be cautious. She turned to Ashton who was a bit confused about what a young girl was doing here, "This is Ms. Violet Black. She is the daughter of two successful business owners whom I have worked under for some time. A smart child so don't let her age fool you."

After she explained that, she quieted down and allowed Ashton to continue speaking. Once he was done and was now wanting a reply from the others, she listened in more intently. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too bad.

[User]
Lynette Marshall

Location: Police station
Interacting with: DeMarcus and Parker Blake/Cops/Elijah Craigh

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Have you ever drowned without being underwater? Because that's how Lynette was feeling. Her body felt like it was floating; weightless in the crushing silence around her. Her mind had blocked out the world. It muffled the man in the front seat. It blinded her from the curious faces outside. The numbness had consumed her but at least the tears had stopped falling. Her body no longer shook with the shock of betrayal but instead a thin thread of anger had begun to grow in its place.

She wasn't even aware they had arrived at the police station until the door opened next to her. The mornings cool air stealing her from her isolation and thrusting her back into her pained reality. "Miss, you need to come inside." the deputy ushered when the youth failed to emerge on her own.

Lynette wanted to refuse. She wanted to demand to go home but her body silently obeyed as she crawled out of the vehicle. Clutching her pack to her chest she followed behind the man, eyes glued to his heels in attempt to ignore the knowing looks cast at them. She didn't feel like she was floating anymore. Her body felt tight and raw. "Alright, here we go. Just wait in here with the others and someone will be with you guys in a moment."

Lynette nodded and stepped inside only to be greeted with a few familiar faces. Parker was the first person she saw; sprawled out on the floor with what seemed to be a relaxed take to the whole situation. Her brother was off to the side a little, talking to someone. It took a minute of staring before his name bubbled to the surface,'Elijah' He was a bit of a myth around town. Her parents often warned her to stay away from the likes of him. Looking at him now he didn't seem the scary, shady character from her parents cautioning but then again he was at the police station.

She moved over to the corner and leaned against it. "What a way to start the day." Lynette joked as she looked up at the buzzing lights above. "I wonder what's going to happen next." It didn't seem like she was talking to anyone in particular. More like talking out loud as she fought the tears that stung in her eyes once again. She didn't want to cry but there was no stopping it. Lynette's face crumpled as she slid down the wall to the floor below. She hurt. Every part of her hurt and it came out in ugly sobs.

She hid her battered face in her pack in attempt to muffle her cries; desperately wishing she'd disappear or that she'd wake up safe and warm in her bed. This couldn't be real. Could it?

[Assistant]
"Wait a minute," Jennifer interrupted, leaning forward on the able with both arms crossed in front of her, "I know we're wanted for questioning by the police, but we didn't actually commit any crime. They have no reason to hold us if we don't cooperate, much less stick a false charge to our name. Despite the public's opinion, and multiple businesses' refusal to work with us, we shouldn't go on the run. The bank can't hold my assets, I mean, on what grounds are they allowed to do so?"

Jennifer paused for a moment, knowing that she was getting a bit more defensive than she'd intended. But the entire situation was ridiculous, especially when she never asked for any of it, as was probably the case with everyone else in that room.

"Look, I know our lives here are difficult; I mean, I'm on temporary leave from the university until further notice, but we have to face those threats and take care of the problem, not run away. We're not criminals, we're victims, and I believe that we're being treated unfairly and unfortunately, we have to take matters into our hands. You have plenty of money, right?" she continued, turning to Ashton, "why don't you have your attorney talk to the police so they can make a public statement regarding their concern for our safety, remind the rest of the citizens that coming after us is still illegal. We have to lay low, I agree with that, but we can at least try to take care of the problem while we're at it."


[System]
Jasper Theat
Species: Human (Uslam)
Faction/Unit: Imperial Army, serving as adjunct to Moff Wyte
Location: Lorya, Imperial Military Command
Synopsis of Role:
* Served in The Clone Wars aboard the Venator 'Absolution'.
* Supported Chancellor Palpatine's transformation to the Empire.
* Served in numerous campaigns, specifically under tarkin eradicating separatist holdouts.
* Returned to Uslam under Wyte's request.
* Became adjunct under Wyte.
* Put down early resistance movements personally arresting people.
* Is known as a ruthless and efficent attack dog of Wyte.
* Currently leads the imperial forces on and around Lorya while Wyte is away.

[User]
Uslam, Aryon Mountains, Two Klicks South of Acting Imperial Command

The sky was on fire.

Xaxus Shang stood at the old mine entrance- a small, rusted metal doorway in the side of a sheer rockface- the ruin of his face turned up, enjoying for a moment the spectacular and terrible display of light as the Moff and the Admiral's ships brawled in low orbit. Flashes of emerald and crimson scarred the sky; fiery trails burned in all directions as debris rained down from the embattled vessels and ignited on descent- like a thousand comets, like the stars falling. Lightning arced through the clear winter sky: stray energy shots dissipating in the atmosphere.

"Beautiful," he said, wiping spit from where it had leaked and frozen through gaps in his mutilated left cheek.

"Trapped the old pirate up there, I guess," said a Bothan soldier to Shang's right. He was peering through a scope not at the sky but at the Imperial Command Center down the valley, an octagonal compound of grey plasteel and low, square buildings at the base of a long white slope. The command facility was bustling with activity. The faint whine of TIE patrols was a clear beneath the howling mountain gale and the thunderous crackle of the orbital battle, "That's it for fleet support."

"Wouldn't be so sure," said Shang, "I've worked under Xen's command before. The man has a way. Rumor is he's spooky, touched by the Force, but don't let him hear you say that. Unreconstructed Seperatist- he doesn't take kindly to Jedi types, or the other kind."

"I doubt any of us'll get much to say to the good Admiral again," replied the Bothan.

Shang shrugged and turned his gaze from the heavens to the men around him. A semi-circle of SpecOps soldiers in white fatigues, hunkered down among the pines and the boulders, most wearing rebreathers and goggles against the cold.

Two blasts of static came over their comm-units. The wookie's team had planted the charges.

Shang clicked his communicator thrice, then once, not speaking.

Get to the speeders. Blow it when you're out of range.

In Orbit, the Ancestral Right

The observation chamber was dark, like the nave of a temple, the only light coming from the blue glow of the central holodisplay, Uslam's pale radiance, and the turbolaser exchange taking place just beyond the thick glass windows.

Admiral Xen stood at the holo-projector, where the ferocious and silent battle outside was playing out in miniature before him. His head was bowed, like a man at prayer.

He was not praying.

His narrowed eyes were tracking the markers for Intruder squadron as they completed their run on Punisher. He watched as the squadron CO's X-Wing flashed red, then was gone, and as the XO's ship spun masterfully out of flak and tracer fire, taking out two TIEs in the same number of seconds.

Clang. The XO's callsign was Clang.

The Admiral tilted his head a moment, seemed to consider something, then straightened up. Outside, Punisher drew near, venting flames and atmosphere from at least four serious holes punched in her hull by Cutlass and Intruder. Good sized, but not fatal. Xen would see to that. Behind Punisher loomed Vronskr, already directing long-range fire at the rebel flag-ship, shrugged off for the moment by the Right's intact shields.

The battery exchange between Xen's battlegroup and the Punisher intensified as the rebels closed on the Star Destroyer. The Imperial vessel's forward shields glowed red, with ragged tears beginning to open along the energy seams.

"Alright, get in close and ugly," said Xen, "Keep Punisher between us and Vronskr."

Captain Zyme shot back a terse acknowledgement from the Right's bridge.

"All vessels," said Xen, "get your shots in on the Victory destroyer, then jump. Scimitar and Saber squadrons stay with me, keep those TIEs off the Right and use the vulture-screen to absorb fire. When I jump, you jump. Intruder, Cutlass, Broadsword and Stranger squadrons, get out of here."

Acknowledgments crackled in over the comms. The Right pulled alongside Punisher and let loose a catastrophic broadside, popping the Imperial ship's shields in a bloom of azure and crimson light.

The rebel fleet unloaded on the un-shielded Victory as one by one ships disappeared into hyperspace, fleeing to relative safety. Not all of them were so lucky. Vronskr's guns claimed the Corellian corvette Ashland and the Recusant destroyer Gamekeep as they powered up to jump.

Xen watched their icons disappear on his display. He spat onto the deck with a sneer.

Meanwhile, his flagship and Punisher danced, the rebel ship pivoting constantly to keep out of Vronskr's line of fire. The space between Punisher and Ancestral Right was a blinding flurry of scarlet and jade. Explosions raked Punisher's failing hull and the vessel began to come apart, its serrated-dagger frame splitting crookedly.

Vronskr- eager for a chance to take the rebel flag ship- fired on its lesser cousin, obliterating it and sinking a row of shots into the Right's prow, setting scores of decks ablaze.

There was an azure flash, and it was over. The Right was gone.

Xen had fled. The only rebel ships remaining were a handful of suddenly mindless vulture droids and the burning husk of Gamekeep spinning in the void, amid the vast smoldering ruin of Punisher.

Uslam's orbit belonged to the Empire once more.

[Assistant]
Aboard the Warspite.

The growl was almost audible from Wyte as the Rebel ships cut as close to the Punisher as possible. Credit where credit was due, the bombing run had been effective. The asteroids in the system had always had strange properties, she was told it was something to do with the mineral composition in them. Something warranting further study, however for now she had bigger things to worry about. The Punisher was going to go down, there was nothing she could do about that. She'd soon bring an end to this Rebellion, her tactic had been strong however in doing so it decreased the ability to take down a large number of ships, had she jumped into one formation she wouldn't have takena nything with her, and now she knew what she was up against. The loss of life was regretable, however in war it wasn't unexpected. The Rebels were better prepared than she had previously thought, fighters and bombers more heavily armed. Luckily numbers had prevailed and the sheer volume of TIEs in the conflict had eliminated a large amount of the Rebel Squadrons.

"Have the Vronskr fire across the Punishers prow, order Captain Fillx to abandon ship-" there was nothing she could do about the Punisher now, but she'd show her resolve. She could see as the order was instantly relayed, the Vronskr lashing out at the aging Providence, some of its shots missing the dying hulk of the Punisher others striking her and tearing through. As the last Rebel ship jumped into hyperspace she couldn't help but notice that not all the fighters had made a retreat into hyperspace. "-Admiral." She turned to face him, and he looked up in acknowledgement "Order the Vronskr to actively ignore the Rebel Fighters in their retreat, have it appear to focus on the rescue of personnel from the Punisher however I want an officer tracking each individual fighter on sensors. They've got a base somewhere, and I want to know where it is."

Quint nodded. "Yes Governor."

Things were moving along nicely, track those fighters discretely back to their base. That would give her wherever the Rebels were planning to launch their assaults in system, then all she had to worry about was the fortifications in Lorya. The city itself was already in a defensible position, situated up in the mountains. The shield generator that she had installed was the best available to the Imperial Military for shields of its type. With the fact that her space station was missing important components she had to run under the impression that the rebels had further fotified the capital, it wasn't that much of an issue for Star Destroyers but it was an issue for launching TIE fighter support and landing craft.

The information packet from the Colonel came in, detailing where the Rebels had dug in. The Warspite and absolution continued to pull into orbit. She smiled as the ship then slowed, it's powerful engines preventing gravity from taking her. "Begin blanket bombardment of Rebel Positions-" She turned to look out of the viewports. "-Clear a path to the capital, all ships and all batteries." She watched as the turbolasers lanced out down towards the planet, she could only imagine the fear from the Rebels as they heard the shots ring through the sky. It wasn't precise fire, given that the ships were holding in orbit and the targets weren't designated and marked. She turned around. "Prepare my shuttle, inform the Colonel to prepare Firebase Alpha for my Arrival. As soon as the orbital bombardment stops, launch the Gunships to clean up any survivors."

[User]
Near Phase Line Bravo, Grolsk Wilderness Reserve, 5:04 AM

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The fire died down soon after, the Imperials seeming to draw back their fire altogether as what was left of the company cowered and waited behind felled trees, disabled hover sleds, and other debris. Stojan took a deep breath, flooding the hot air in his lungs and throat with cold air. He tucked his DL-44 back into its holster, adjusting his position as the sound of repulsorlift engines grew louder, until the sound seemed to come from everywhere, and the white vehicle, no larger than a cargo truck, pulled forth, the E-Web atop it swiveling wildly as the gunner searched for targets.

The entire company was abuzz. The wounded were packed on by those brave enough to stay, and the rest of the disorganized mass began to pile aboard, taking seats or simply taking place on the metal floors between the cots of wounded. Stojan made to be the last on, standing at the end of the cabin as the door closed, shrouding them all in darkness, leaving only the sound of moaning wounded and quiet chatter to flood the ears of all.

It was not a long ride, supposedly only half a kilometer, but it seemed so much longer as the cabin illuminated idly with what seemed like a million stars bursting and falling to the ground. But it was simply a bitter reminder that the battle had truly begun. The fleets were engaged, and the main Imperial force was gathering just beyond the woods, with enough men to simply trample the partisans. Stojan mulled at the thoughts as he looked through the port which the E-Web gunner stood, watching the exchange far above him.

[Assistant]
Secondary Imperial Command Center

"Sir, the rebels have fled. Moff Wyte's fleet are on trajectory to bombard the rebel lines as we speak." A comms officer said with an uplifting tone. Jasper gave a sly smile as well as he moved closer to the comms officer. "Lieutenant Stevenson, contact Major Conrad near Usal Tor . Confirm that the city is surrounded and still in rebel hands and that no troopers have entered the site yet." Jasper said the lieutenant nodded and began contacting the major meanwhile another comms officer Lieutenant Hesik called for the colonel's attention.

"Colonel, we had sent out a medical transport that was supposed to pick up some wounded. They arrived but when they got there they found a trandoshan with them seemingly unconscious. They aren't aware of what to do and are asking for orders." Jasper's eyebrow raised taking a moment to recall the trandoshan report he had read earlier. Kle he recalled and quickly narrowed his eyes, thinking of all the information he could obtain from her. "Lieutenant inform the team to bring her back. Be sure to restrain her, we wouldn't want her getting back."

Jasper then returned to Stevenson. "Major Conrad, confirms they have the city tightly locked down and awaiting further instructions." Jasper smiled with his gleaming white teeth. "Inform him to maintain positions and record the siege. Then get Squadron Commander Cassie on the comms. Inform her to prepare a bombing run against Usal Tor.We shall show Uslam any city housing insurgents shall be dealt with accordingly." Stevenson gave a look back to Jasper with eyes of dread yet knew enough not to say anything and carry on his orders. "Yes, sir." Jasper then began walking away informing Stevenson to prepare for the Moffs arrival, by sending men to the landing bay. Which was where Jasper had planned to meet her as she requested.


[System]
*Universe: Ranma 1/2

*Appearance: "I'm the best."

*Personality: Under normal circumstances, Ranma is fairly carefree and generally friendly to those around him. However, he also lacks experience in social situations and frequently speaks and acts without considering the consequences, or the feelings of others- leading to severe bluntness and the patented "foot in the mouth disease". He has no small amount of pride in his skills and will easily get angered by those who call him out on it or "annoying" people.

*Powers/Skills: Ranma is a master of several martial arts schools of Japanese and Chinese origin, his specialty being midair combat via the Saotome Branch of the Indiscriminate Grappling School. He is also considered superhuman as he can punch and kick several hundred times in only a few seconds, survive blows that would outright cripple or kill normal people, jump fifty feet into the air, and lob around heavy objects such as boulders and concrete rollers with abandon. Ranma also has an extremely fast learning curve, able to dissect and come up with counters to techniques after seeing them only a few times as well as liberally use clever on the fly tactics to outsmart opponents with a superior quality and a master of using any ordinary object as aides in combat such as but not limited to chopsticks, pencils, basketball hoops, his own hair, boulders, trees, pantyhose, ceremonial tea sets, forks and knives, kettles, and scarves. As of this point in the timeline, he can shoot balls/beams of ki that depends on emotions as well as several variants of a twister.

*Brief Bio: Ranma Saotome was raised to be a man amongst men by his father, a rather amoral thief and coward. After enduring a dozen years of outright insane training, he now resides in the house of his father's friend, Soun Tendo and engaged to his youngest daughter, Akane Tendo. After surviving a lifetime's worth full of jealous rivals, pushy fiancees, manipulative schemers, and magical princes/various supernatural entities of the week, Ranma was whisked to the City.

*Equipment: Anything and everything he can get his hands on.
*Others: He has a phobia towards cats that can result in a berserker state where he has the ability to shred stuff via a cat like motions, ranging anywhere from concrete to wood to even water into shavings. Also changes gender depending on the temperature of water with anything warm/hot for male and cool/cold for female.

[User]
Undyne - Skies over Mahora?

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Wind roared around her as she fell, 'eye' closed for but a few moments as she reveled in the thrill of gravity threatening to drag her into being crushed against the ground... "PFF! Fuck you Gravity! I'm Undyne!" She threw her limbs out to catch the wind, figuratively speaking of course, and slowed her descent by, like, a tiny fraction, since it wouldn't do to slow down so much she seemed like a wussy! Why she was even falling out of the sky at this point, whether it was the transition to another world or throwing herself in a grand leap from atop some other tall building, was a moot point.

What 'mattered' was what she saw when her eye opened... Creatures, she was sure humans would call them monsters, she was still trying to accept that it was just a word they used for evil things and dangerous beasts and that it was only coincidence that it sounded like her species... "Jeez Alphys, all that analysis turned my inner monologue into a walking tangent, UGH!." Screw it! A bunch of 'monsters' swarming over a barrier like an ocean of, She grinned suddenly, Targets!

Now she felt a familiar power coursing through her, pouring out of her hands and gathering around her in the form of those familiar energy spears, then with a swing of her arm a dozen of them launched down at the swarm... "CRAP!" and she sent herself tumbling about in the air from the motion "Screw you Physics! I preferred when I didn't know you existed!" not that this would stop her, She began re-summoning and flinging the spears at random, without a care in the world for the possibility that someone might already be flying around down there that might get hit or not... Nope! What mattered was that it was fucking AWESOME to drop hundreds of spears on a bunch of freaky Insect monsters that were trying to eat people!

Eventually she got lucky with several of her throws her caused her tumbling to start to even out, where she was able to better see her distance from the creatures, which had sense been peppered by the pointy projectiles, even if many of them were too large for 'normal' spears to kill them that instantly, the velocity of her fall augmenting the spears would've thrown the things clean through the softer ones and left big gushing holes in them "Hah! Never fails!" Next she put her hands together and summoned a much more concentrated spear, energy seemed to leak off of the pointed blade and pour around her like thin clouds as it enlarged and she angled herself into a dive towards the biggest critter she could see.

As if on que, an especially large beetle kind of thing became visible through the swarm and with a twist she aimed aimed herself for it... which really kindof meant it was directly under her to begin with. "PERFECT! HRRRAAAAAAGGGHH!" She let out a piercing battle roar as if that was going to make several hundred pounds of mostly armor and muscle falling this velocity hit the thing any harder than she already would.

The spear connected with it's head it's head with flawless precision!... Which meant 'at all' and with enough force to bury her entire self in the things shattered open head as it's momentum was suddenly and violently changed into a free-fall for the ground with a big glowing point coming out of the bottom of it, and a similar sharp rising out of the top. This ended suddenly with a Massive crash, dust, and preferably an explosion or two!... those might have just been in her head though. Regardless, the thing was still motionless save for an occasional twist of wings, and pinned to the ground by it's head.

"HAAAAAAAAH!" Came a Triumphant or possibly desperate shout from within the gorey mess which began shifting for a few moments... Then several glowing spears crashed out from within the chitinous mess of it's head and shattered a way for the mess to pour out, along with a series of clanks from something metal, which quickly stood itself up. It's helmeted head seemed to split a bit and vomit out a bunch of gooey muck before clanking shut again "UGH! Damnit, that things tastes Disgusting! At least I can clear my helmet... other than that, That was AWESOME! HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHH!" It looked rather an imposing thing probably, nearly 8 feet tall, metal armored from head to foot, holding a glowing blue spear, and with a helmet that itself looked like it would reach out and bite someone, while having only a single eye-hole that possessed a small glowing dot in it.

Finally she was on the ground! So, what's next? Oh right, figuring out what all these other not bug monster noises were.

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For the first time in a long time she froze in... something. Humans, lots of them... But not just 'any' humans. Humans with weapons... big ones, making lots of noise, peppering the bugs in gunfire and slicing them up with deadly blades, and that was hardly all they were doing, some were beating them down with their bare fists too! There weren't 'just' humans either, there was some strange being covered head to toe in outlandish armor she hadn't seen before, someone with freaking 'monster hair', and a flying horse thing that was 'on fire' and currently on course to zip right over her with a plethora of bug monsters chasing it... oh hey, that's right, things to fight!

"Stupid! Gush later, Fight now!" with one excessively over done stomp that buried her left leg up to the ankle in the ground before her, accompanied by sloshing of nasty fluids that had gotten into the armor, she 'set her foundation' then spread her arms out and began summoning her spears again... This bunch were moving fast so she wouldn't have a longer period of time to pepper them, it would have to be one-"NOW!" She suddenly threw both arms forward, clapping them together as several dozen spears launched up in a converging pattern into the cluster that was passing by... Splitting one right down the middle from sheer focused hits, before the spears all scattered and embedded into various random targets. "BULLSEYE!"

[Assistant]
Kino

There were a lot of things Kino was unprepared for happening at once. Everyone had jumped into attacking, with a vast variety of methods. The strangest among them was, as far as Kino could tell, singing in order to power attacks. The singing girl was using the monsters as springboards, driving fists and feet into the creatures and crushing their bodies inwards with each impact. It seemed effective, if incredibly unusual. A few bugs were reaching beyond the others, though. Swiftly, Kino raised the Woodsman, and dove to the side as one landed in the spot she had occupied moments before. As it turned entirely to face her, the small dark-haired girl took aim and pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated in an instant and the twitching bug was sent to the ground, a smoking hole through the side of its head. Stepping back and swinging the Woodsman up, she fired again, taking out a second bug monster as it was swooping towards her. The body crashed to the ground with a thud.

Five bullets fired from the Woodsman. Five bugs dead. Nine bullets remaining before she had to reload.

[User]
Mahora Campus- Ranma's Bento Tree

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Ranma gaped for a moment as everyone that was combat capable ripped into the bugs with gusto ranging from the empowered martial arts that he was used to before ranging between what looked like power armor powered by singing, guns, spears of energy, and various other special abilities that he could hear erupting in the other parts of the campus. By the time he was urged int combat, quite a few of the invading insects seemed to have been dead already by his rather capable combatants. It did feel rather nice to see that the people here were good at fighting and thus the pigtailed boy was filled with a brief sense of showsmanship, especially after Jax's urging and Hibiki's aerial combat.

"Hehe, right. Might as well help sweep up then." Smirking, the boy hopped off the ground with the ease of someone who was used to going against gravity before his body blurred into motion. One leg snapped towards a giant locust, aimed in a way that let his smash its head askew by attacking the more vulnerable neck joint. The momentum was used to spin himself away like a dervish into the next enemy where he reached out and tore off the wings as he passed by, much more willing to pull this maneuver after he faced a certain phoenix king back home. The flightless thing fell down, hastened by a stomp kick that smashed it into the pavement that killed the thing while allowing the teen to somersault gaudily over a giant hornet, leading it to embed its stinger into flying centipede which then wrapped around its attacker and bit at it, the two falling down in mutually assured destruction through poison. "Why are you hurting yourself?" He couldn't help quipping to the suckers even though he knew that the things weren't intelligent enough to understand him, his habits too deeply ingrained to really not use.

It was during his pinballing through the swarm that Ranma just happened to have a view of a neighboring area, which looked more like medieval fantasy land with castles and knights on horseback racing across grassy plains to combat the giant pests alongside footsoldiers and catapults, the sound of steel on carapace ringing in the distance. Frowning thoughtfully as he descended back down to earth before clutching a beetle's leg with his ankles and pulling off what Damian Wayne did even as his ride wove through the air uneasily due to the extra weight that it couldn't get at, the upside down martial artist decided to bellow out his thoughts to everyone else since the battle seemed to be winding down.

"Hey, after we finish up here, we should see if we can help out the neighbors. Chao's place seems to be rather safe and we might be able to save people that aren't quite as well off as us." Done with voicing his thoughts, Ranma then used his ridiculous trained body's core strength and center of gravity to backflip and fling something that weighed a lot more than him to eat the pavement before jumping atop the thing to jam a sharpened piece of candy cane he picked up during the confusion into its eye to end it while it was stunned. Looking about, he nodded as he saw the battle winding down as only a handful of things were buzzing about that could easily be cleared by the people here. That was good since it meant everyone here was uninjured and that they could go help out potential victims that much faster. A martial artist had a duty to help those that needed it after all, and for all his bravado and willingness to be underhanded sometimes, the boy had a clear sense of morality.

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Seedy Cesspit of Crime and Human Filth, Roanapur

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Over in Roanapur, things also seemed to be winding down. Despite the place having a lot more giant arthropods to contend with than over in Mahora, it also had a much bigger population, the majority of which knew how to use brands of firearms that would be illegal even in the state of Texas. Shells, slugs, rockets, napalm, and various other deadly pieces of projectiles thinned the swarm while the more super empowered newcomers took care of the rest. That wasn't to say it was an easy victory though, considering how much blood had been spilled, mostly those who didn't have access to the more heavy weapons or those who didn't belong into the bigger gangs.

As it was, the den was now bubbling with bloodlust and excitement, the place painted brown and red with the life fluids of both humans and insects. Soon though, an announcement was made throughout the seedy place. Those that were capable would be hired for certain jobs by certain organizations, namely exploration and extermination. Assets had to be protected and if possible, alliances be made with these freaks that seemed to have popped out from comic books and the tellies. Those that had stood out would soon find (heavily armed) messengers from various crime syndicates seeking them out, asking to meet the gangs for future relations. It was completely up to people to either accept or pick another option.


[System]
Age: Unknown, lost track.

Gender: Male

Race: Was once human, now a Mutant.

Appearance:

Standing at six feet and five inches, Rafael is a pretty intimidating sight. He has a heavy build, although no one knows whether he just shapes himself that way or if that's how he naturally looks. His chitin is a matte black color with the occasional glowing red spot. The only eye visible is a pure white that has a dim glow to it.

Personality:
Rafael is a fairly calm individual, keeping his cool in most situations. This is mostly so the mutating virus within his body doesn't change him even more. Although once he does lose his temper it's best to just hide until he calms down because he grows incredibly violent much like the mythical berserkers. He tends to keep to himself as well, large crowds don't mesh well with him. Paranoia was his 'friend', due to being an experiment he was always looking over his shoulder for the next bounty hunter. Luckily he was very empathetic, able to read other peoples emotions easily to see whether they intended harm or not.

Biography:
Rafael honestly doesn't really remember much of what he was doing before he showed up in this weird plain of grass. He can vaguely recall that he had just finished with a skirmish when it felt like something hit him from behind. A white flash, either from whatever pulled him here or him falling unconscious, and he woke up to the feel of soft grass on his face. Hell he hadn't seen grass in years and he toyed with it for a bit before looking to the people around him. They were looking at the wall with the single opening. So off he went to go explore, since what else was there to do? He'd get hungry eventually and he doubted the people would like it if he ate them.

Class: Juggernaut

Gift:
Boosted Regeneration: Rafael naturally had regeneration but upon arriving in this world he noticed it was faster. Bones healed in a couple days, flesh wounds and smaller in minutes to hours depending on the severity. Less than a week for a limb to grow back instead of a month or more.

Natural Powers:
* Adaptive Weaponry: His weapons are a part of him. Fingers turning into long claws. His whole arm turning into a bladed whip with a range of fifteen feet. Whatever weapon suits the enemy at hand.
* Acidic Blood: Less of a power and more a 'miracle' of science. His blood is a highly corrosive compound that burns and melts everything but glass. A good "got ya" capability when in melee combat.
* Spawn: There are mouths in his hands that can lay a pair of eggs. They mature in seconds and turn into medium sized dog-like creatures with nasty claws. They're easily killed but there's two plus their creator.

Talents:
* CQC: Rafael is at home up close and personal with his enemies. He has few ranged capabilities so he relies on hand to hand fighting.
* Photographic Memory: He's able to remember everything he sees down to the smallest detail. It was handy where he was originally from.
* Hacker: He's from a time where there's a lot of tech floating around. To get around himself he learned how to break systems. (He knows the stuff but I personally do not)
* Body Shifting: This is less a power and more of a talent since it alters nothing but physical shape. He can go from a lean build to looking like he just ate a factory of steroids. His strength and mind are unaltered, just his bodies appearance.

Weaknesses: Rafael can not stand fire, it cooks him in his own chitinous armor plating. In his own words "If we were a part of a game we would receive double the damage.". He's not to fond of cold but it doesn't hurt or kill him, it merely slows him down.

Other: Refers to himself in plurals. Such as we, us, and ours.

[User]
Rafael

Rafael learned a little bit from the deaths of his minions. They were doing the three second bursts so that their weapons didn't overheat. He didn't know if it was just a functional thing or if the gun would actually explode in their grasp. But he figured it'd just make it so it wouldn't be serviceable anymore. It seemed the robed woman was being a decoy to draw enemy fire. Which wasn't a bad idea if she knew that the group could take out the robots before she ran out of energy. Well assuming she did, he had no clue what she was capable of really. One of the bots from the back abandoned firing and started hammering on the shield with its hands. That was one less gun firing.

The spider girl gave up information about the bots. How if one was destroyed then the rest got stronger. "Then just rip off their limbs before destroying them!" He called back, it didn't take much thought to come to that particular conclusion. His eye crept out of his face and looked around the corner, moving erratically up and down to avoid plasma fire. The one from the far back was gone and it hadn't gone to the left. I've been alive longer than you were even thought of... He grumped before turning while his eye sucked back into his face.

His arm that hadn't gone all whip-like flattened and expanded, turning into a crude looking shield as he went around the corner to his little hiding spot. As he moved up the narrow passage he kept to the left of it as much as the barrels there would allow. Who the hell used wooden barrels when you had friggin robots? Ah well, they could be storage or something. He got to see the 'captain' bot just as soon as it saw him. His whip-arm surged forward in an attempt to rip the gun from its hands while his shield arm was aimed to deflect plasma bolts sent his way. It wasn't his first, nor would it be his last, time dealing with plasma. He hated the stuff since it burned like a bastard.

[Assistant]
The clockwork human Sieve was trading ranged attacks with instantly lost interest and began to bolt away, leaving the proud doctor to feel a little down. He had managed to celebrate his heritage by burning things that he didn't like, and even developed a firm grasp on wind magicks! Still, it felt odd being around such competent teammates. His old squadmates would wrap their used teabags in his ribcage and would blindly send him to scout ahead, so having the robots imply that he wasn't the most eye-catching or expendable member of the team felt bizarre. The only option available was to adapt to the situation at hand, or in other words, chase the creature down.

The gliding skeleton made his way to the machine's whereabouts, his spectral movements halted by the spiderwoman's warning about defeating their foes. He quickly gazed around and was surprised at what he saw. The marked ones around him were shielding eachother, stealing weapons and fighting viciously. Sieve knew that they were to be a team from now on, but it was at this moment that the idea finally settled in his skull. The gray machina called out the sensible strategy of incapacitating their enemies, which would be difficult for a magician.

His target lay on the floor like a cockroach before dragging itself back up, after having been struck by one of its allies own weapons. As the struggling machine tried to click back into place, Sieve began to make grappling motions with his left hand, like crushing a ball of paper. The force in his fist began to fight back at being pressed so tightly, and the skeleton responded by only inhaling more air. This ball of wind would have to be as accurate as possible. Sieve carefully stretched his bones and launched the orb in a straight line at his opponent's left arm, hoping to amputate it. After this the skeleton glided in a half-circle around the robot, preparing an identical attack at his other limb.

[User]
Aleksander Slavik

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Aleksander made no movement for the scrolls as several others did. He feared not what secrets some scrap of paper would reveal. His generally grumpy mood, however, perked up a bit when they headed back into the cavern. Any encounter in there would be better than standing around when he is so eager to leave. The next room held another field similar to the first, but lined with several walls and structures. Out of an interior room came several inorganic entities, hostile as told by the recording. Aleksander was happy to find another fight so soon, for what is a soldier without an enemy to kill?

Stepping back for a moment behind cover to consider his tactical options, he saw some of the others charge headfirst into combat foolishly but at least seemed capable of staying alive. The mage appeared to be capable of taking the brunt of the attacks with some kind of barrier, but Aleksander reasoned the strength of it would soon wane so he opted to take care of the two attempting to bash the barrier down.

Deciding on an angle that looked good, he briefly fired a burst of flames that arched over his cover, over the barrier and wrapped around the machines. While titanium has a far higher melting point than flesh, not even it could withstand the intense heat generated by Aleksander's Liquid-Tiberium flamethrower. The machines would need to choose whether to continue their assault and perish or retreat and douse the flames.

[Assistant]
Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia

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Having had no real ability to actually fight anything, much less these things throwing deadly bolts everywhere, Miia scrambled to the small building Rafael cleared. There was no way she was about to jump in whatever was happening right now; all she could do was give them information on things.

Several sharp snaps of those bolts came again, causing her to flinch, even if she was relatively safe inside the building.With the flow of battle being solely decided by those combat experienced people, she started to rummage around the boxes in the room. With neat precision, she pulled out a few unknown items, arranging them neatly on the ground before realizing they would be better off in the box if they win.

She pulled out an object that had the shape of a fehu rune. From its semblance to the rune, she surmised that it might be a charm for wealth or fortune. It had a strange shape for a rune, with a sort of a ring and a protuberance poking out inside the ring. Its body was a steely black, with a strange hole in one end of it's branch. As her hand glowed again, popping out another scroll from thin air, she held it gingerly in one hand before pulling on the small stick inside the ring.

[User]
The stripped robot saw It's target attempt to grab it's weapon, and unlike the first robot that had been too slow, they were just fast enough now to barely avoid such attacks. It leaped upwards nearly hitting the ceiling and fired a a ball of green plasma, aiming to hit past Rafael's shield. As it came coming down it attempted to send an axe kick to his head as well.

The MKIII that had been shot by Mable could do nothing to stop it's arm from being severed by Sieve. In a split second the robot decided that it was more of a burden than an asset and in a swift motion it drove it's remaining hand into it's face, destroying it's self. Once again the remaining robots had a jolt go through their glass faces.

Meanwhile the robot bashing on Illia's barrier was joined by another, apparently finding her ability particularly troubling. It was then that Aleksander sent a wave of smoldering fire over them. At first they did not react, believing that the fire could not reach a high enough temperature to damage them. However their sensors quickly told them they were in danger, and they decided to move. But right as they were about to jump back the left side of the shack tore open. In less than a blink of an eye and with the crack of the sound barrier being broken they were torn in half. Past them a wall had a hole torn through it, and pass that a smoking hole was formed in the wall, which somehow sealed it's self shut.

The object Miia had found was a handheld weapon, a railgun to be exact. It's trigger had locked into place as a red light blinked on the tip of it's barrel, rending it unable to be fired at the moment.

At the same time, the robot besides the one attacking Rafael seemed to vanish only to then appear right in front on Mable. The Valiant was far too awestruck by what had just happened to react to the now ridiculous speeds it was moving at. A metallic kick was sent into her gut, sending her smashing into the wall by the entrance. Nothing was broken, but she was dazed and clearly no longer in any condition to move on her own.

[Assistant]
Rafael hadn't expected to just wipe the floor with the robots like they had the linebackers. But when the robot went airborne he couldn't help but laugh. It shot at him, which was blocked by a shift of the shield arm the hissed and popped under the heat. When it tried to strike him however he leaned away and grabbed its foot with his whip-like hand. When one was in the air, without thrusters, you couldn't dodge or go anywhere. You're at your opponents mercy at that point.

Unluckily for the robot, Rafael had no mercy. With the vice-like grip on its leg Rafael started slamming the robot repeatedly into the ground. Actually making the stone floor to crack with each blow as the armored plating of the robot dented and cracked. Shifting a bit he drove the robots back against the corner of the 'shed' he had first went into. Making the metallic beings back bend in the wrong direction. The shield arm reverted to normal briefly during all this pummeling before turning into a wicked looking blade.

A flip of his wrist his transformed arm lashed out and cleaved the robots legs off. When it landed the blade was there cutting off one of the arms, leaving the robot with a single arm. Even with the boosts from the other dead bots it probably wouldn't have the speed to avoid that last limb being removed. A kick and the wiggling torso and head were moved out of sight as the mutant turned his attention to the group. He got to see Mable fly into the wall from a kick of the last functional robot. "Ah hell..." He muttered before moving in to help with the final one.


[System]
[Esper]
[Micro-Macro Type]

Appearance:

Nickname/Alias:
Takkun/Handler (Dominion) (Manager)

Magic Name:
None

Position:
Teacher

Faction:
TASK

Nationality:
Officially Japanese

Age:
19

Gender:
Male

Blood Type:
A+

Biography:
Taiki has been a student in Academy City since he was very young, like 10-year-old young, developing his abilities mostly because he enjoys it. The choice to enroll in the academy wasn't his though... It was his father's for the sake of his benificial interests, for the Mishima group's interest, a 'Yakuza' clan. In exchange for the benefits the Mishima group recieved, Taiki and his siblings were given to Academy city as something like bargaining chips. They went under the Power Curriculum Program, developed powers and became pawns of Academy city. Taiki currently manages a portion of the Mishima group, he has his own men, his own properties, he has 'influence', he does this work while he does the jobs given by the academy along with his siblings that make up the group 'TASK'.

Personality:
Sly,
Taiki is mischievous but he is also spontaneous, pranks are good sometimes but it gets boring, so most of the time he does whatever he can to prevent boredom, to make things interesting as long as it's still ethically acceptable... sometimes it's okay if it's not... when he's desperate enough. Taiki also has bit of a short fuse but he's normally very tolerant, you just need to push the right buttons and he becomes very irritable, it's obvious when he's like that after looking at his obviously frustrated face. (Sleeping is for Suckers!!! )

All that said, he can be serious when it comes to masters and sometimes even adopts a militaristic mind in certain situations.

Likes:
His powers
Yuuma
Interesting Situations

Dislikes:
Boredom
Losing
Retardingly hard puzzles

Skills:
Good with guns (Sometimes guns are just better)
Gun Kata (Like I said, Dakka)
Managing

Ability: Level, Limits and extents (For Espers)
Dominion (I don't know if it actually has an official name): Level 5; Macro-MicroSpecial Skill:
Management
Signature Move:
Absorption and Morphing = Taiki can absorb any sort of material and energy, and change their properties and composition. For example, he can turn his own hand into steel, absorb more materials to make his hand bigger. He can also transform his whole body into elemental energies, like fire, water, electricity, air and his favorite element, light, though he has a hard time completely transforming into light, he can only use it at bursts to go from here to there or concentrate it to fire laser beams, he can change his body structure at will, he can transform into anyone as long as he knows that person's body structure.

Disadvantages:
Taiki's powers make him almost invincible, he doesn't need sleep as he can just rejuvenate himself, he doesn't need to eat because he can nourish himself on his own with any accessible material but his main weakness is mental attacks. (Mind powers like Kiyoshi's are his bane.) (If you think about it a little, it's obvious)

Management - Taiki has complete control over his body and materials that are under his control. He can make a huge arm out of a normal chair and make it move like a real arm even though it's not physically connected to his main body by flesh (though not perfectly) but it does have to be linked through his dominion. (for example, Imagine Taiki and the arm made from the chair, a small thread of air between Taiki and the arm has to be 'part of Taiki'.

Magic:
None

Theme Song(s):
[youtube]e8bsD1w6DHo[/youtube]

Extras:
Elder Rites (Rights)
It's something that runs in the family
The young ones always have to obey the 'orders' given by their Elders
Which is why none of the Mishima siblings can go against their father.

[User]
Dylan

Dylan nodded at Justeaze, glad that the spar had helped her in some way, as he releasing her arms and got off of her body. He brushed himself off a little and would even offer to help her up if she didn't mind. Once they were both up and standing, Dylan would look over to the cafeteria, feeling his stomach grumble lightly in response. Man, that sparring really worked up an appetite, I'm starving.

He was about to bolt of towards the building, when he thought better of it, turning to Justeaze with a grin while he pointed to the cafeteria. "Hey Justeaze-san, want to go to the cafeteria to get something to eat. I don't know about you, but that sparring session made me rather hungry." His stomach chose to emphasis that with a much louder growl, causing Dylan to turn a slight shade of red from embarassment. He didn't draw attention to it, and prayed that Justeaze wouldn't either. If she agreed, then he'd walk with her to the Cafeteria. If she declined, he'd give a short wave "Good-bye", before bolting off to the building.

[Assistant]
Taiki wished he had popcorn or some nachos because things just took a turn for entertaining.

"ah... youth..."

He muttered as his face was suddenly filled with nostalgia. He remembered fighting his first pyrokinetic. Seriously, it's like being a hot-head is a prerequisite for being a fire-wielder, it was a comical and somewhat suiting phenomenon.

Taiki grabbed his bowl of potato salad and started to dig in furiously as he watched the two opposing elementalists clash. Ria was acting like a hot-blooded delinquent, wasn't she supposed to be the cool-headed one? The other one was probably an overly aggressive yankee by trade if first impressions were anything to go by.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

As a responsible teacher, Taiki should've intervened by now and tried to stop them. But if one were to ask Mishima-sensei what 'being responsible' meant, he would probably have a hard time trying to answer. He was better off as a teacher who followed his instincts. And right now, instinct dictated he cheer them on.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

Taiki continued to chant as he clambered up on a table, bowl of potatoes in one hand and a raised spoon in the other.

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Kurogane Kiyoshi

This academy had eyes and ears everywhere. It was a well known fact that, if left with their own devices, the students could bring the academy down within hours. Actually, make it seconds if Level 5's and Saints were involved. That was why teachers were equipped with handheld transceivers, made exceptionally difficult to trace or inhibit signals. It was a blessing of primitive technology, since there were only so many ways to manipulate it, whether it be to block or strengthen communication.

It was obvious that all level 5 teachers had these communication devices. Whether Taiki turned it off or not did not matter, since the administration did not even bother trying to urge him to act responsibly. They had factored in his playful nature and concluded that only once the cafeteria became a wreck would he finally intervene. Even then, he may cause some damage himself.

"The fight has been authorized. Please make sure they do not destroy expensive school property."

"Got it. Kurogane out." Kiyoshi pocketed the transceiver once again and sighed. It was Taiki who should have provided authorization and confirmation, but Kiyoshi could see that the thought never occurred to his old high school classmate. Personally, he was annoyed, as he was dealing with some paperwork at the time. If someone was to prevent property damage, Kiyoshi was sure to make Taiki do it first.

No one seemed to have noticed Kiyoshi, even when he passed right in front of them. Whether it was because their attention was fixated on the commotion in front of them, his ability, or a mix of both was unknown. Taiki would probably be the only one who could 'see' a certain young man in a suit, as that man placed a cat right on top of Taiki's head. Sayuri made herself comfortable on Taiki's head while Kiyoshi silently stared at a fellow level 5.

[Assistant]
Kotori - An Invisible Songbird

The tension that lingered in the air as the chopsticks shattered in Sasaki's grasp remained heavily in her mind. It were almost as she had feared, the odd ability she had been born with was adversely reacted to almost instantly! Nervously, she bit her lip as he returned with a new pair and muttered a soft apology. Quizzically, she stared at him for a few moments as he ate, watching as his expression changed to one of grave nature to joy at the tastes she had imbued in her rice.

In the matter of a few split seconds, her serving of rice was long gone. Thankfully, she wasn't terribly hungry to begin with, so waiting for lunch to arrived seemed not as detrimental as others might think.

Yet still there was the concern of the shattered chopsticks, the slivers from which still dusted the table. Had she triggered something that caused a traumatic memory to arise? With a shift of her fingertips, she picked up the three ball bearings and returned them to her bag; manually, rather than telekinetically. After all, she didn't want to have him breaking another pair of chopsticks because of her.

"It's quite allright, Kirima-san." She spoke softly, nodding her head just slightly. "I cook my own food, so if someone truly likes it I consider it a compliment! If you wanted, I could make you some breakfast tomorrow to try; consider it an apology for startling you so." This time however, her softened lips broke just briefly into a radiant smile, she could at least show a little pride in her culinary ability. A brilliant smile however, that abruptly ceased as she watched a chicken bone fly across the cafeteria only to be shortly followed by a string of angrily shouted words from two ends.

Sitting up straighter so that she could meekly glimpse over Sasaki's shoulder as they discussed exactly what to do with Duck-boy's pet, Kotori's expression paled. Two obvious users of some sort of ability were furiously squaring off with one another just a few meters behind the little breakfast crew. Glancing over to both her newfound friends, well, could she honestly call them friends? They had only just met. Did they consider her a friend? An acquaintance maybe?

It didn't matter, these two were about to fight one another. It would not do well for either of them to risk getting caught in the crossfire! With two as hot-headed as this, the very risk of that happening to not only Duck-Boy and Sasaki but many others seemed too great to allow!

She had to do something before someone unlucky got hurt for no reason.

"I-I'm s-sorry, but excuse me for a moment. I n-need to alter the current course." Bowing her head to the two respectfully, Kotori did not move from her seat in the least. What happened immediately was the screeching of metal on the floor of the cafeteria that overpowered the shouting exchange of words. Even drowning out the middle-schooler that had been urging the conflict forward.

A pair of the long, steel tables that lined the rows in the cafeteria had begun moving by themselves. After the attention from the immediate rage had been diverted, the Tables lofted themselves into the air, hanging vertically so that their tops now directly faced the two that had been riling themselves up for a fight. The only target they faced were their own reflection in the metal.

Their only enemy was their own impulsiveness. A subtle point she was trying to get across, but would likely fall upon blindly enraged minds.

Summoning up her courage to speak while she focused on holding the barrier that divided the two, Kotori spoke aloud, concisely for the entire cafeteria to hear. "If you m-must fight, p-please take it outside where others can't be hurt or disturbed by your c-childishness! You each possess remarkable power, to fight like this i-i-is unnecessary! To do this here puts not only y-yourselves at risk, but others too! P-Please s-stop being so impish. You have a responsibility to control yourselves!"

[User]
Taiki felt it, as he kept up his delighted chanting, he felt it. He felt a disturbance. One very familiar disturbance. The young man clad in formal attire befitting of a teacher was in the cafeteria. Taiki stopped his cheer as said young man approached him. He was most likely in trouble for letting two students fight... Nevermind him actually encouraging the imminent brawl.

So imagine his utter confusion when Kiyoshi-sensei, his long time pal, his trusted comrade, now his colleague, placed his pet cat on his head and simply stared at him.

"..."

Taiki stared back.

"..."

Then all hell broke lose for Taiki's auditory senses.

"Aaargghhhhh"

He reflexively covered his ears as the sound of screeching metal assaulted his ears. Oh how he hated that infernal, damnable noise! He could feel Sayuri dig her claws on his head as she too was subjected to the torture.

When the hellish noise ceased, Silence reigned for a short moment before the voice of reason spoke. She was timid and looked close to digging a hole and simply hide there. But her honest feelings were conveyed. To Taiki at least, that was true.

The excessively youthful looking teacher smiled, he couldn't help but feel admiration for the girl in a way. Whoever she is, she had caught his interest.

Taiki settled the bowl of food with the spoon on the table before taking the cat on his head to his arms into a comfortable cradle. He gently climbed down to the floor and aproached the hot-headed pyro and the almost nude Ria.

"Okay, you two, you heard the lady. You wanna fight? Take it outside! I'll even referee the match for ya."

A flood of murmurs erupted after his announcement

"Wasn't he just cheering earlier? Why's he suddenly so sensible now?"

"Hey, who's the brat?"

"That's Mishima-sensei."

"Don't underestimate him because of his looks, that guy's a level 5 esper."

"I heard he can shoot lasers out of his eyes."

"Bullshit... That kid?"

"He's older than he looks."

"You must be new here to judge someone like that."

The rumor mill refused to halt. Even as Taiki lead the two eager students (by force if necessary) to the track field.

He smirked at the brave girl who spoke up with a look of curious interest before they finally left the cafeteria. Even stringing up a sizable audience along as they did.

-Pants
from the West
Haruna