[System]
Age: 14

Appearance: Normal
Transformed

Wish: "I wish I was the best magical girl in the world"

Soul Gem Color: Green

Powers: Her powers are twofold. For the first, her general abilities are above the norm for the average magical girl, in terms of speed, strength, and the like.

The other is Mimicry, the ability to copy another Magical Girl's powers after seeing it. She can't permanently take them on, and can only take on one power at a time without significant strain on herself and her body.

Weapon: A swordstaff which can separate into a short sword and a mace

Personality: Miyako is outwardly friendly, confident to the point of being cocky, and a generally open person. She tends to show off in fights, especially when there are others around, though more on the side of flashy than reckless She sees herself as the best, and wants others to know it and treat her as such.

She cares for her friends and is always willing to play the part of a listening ear or to help out if needed, as long as she is secure in her own beliefs. At the same time, her outward personality serves as a mask she keeps over her inner feelings. But she doesn't let those come to the surface, lest she fall into the fugue that held her before. And so long as she has her beliefs, she will be fine.

Bio: The oldest of several brothers and sisters, Miyako grew up believing that she had to be a good role model, to be the best and serve as an example. It was a self given role, though her parents certainly had high hopes. And she managed it, for a while at least. Good grades, friends, that sort of thing.

Then high school began and everything got harder. She found herself not as talented, having to work. Beyond that, there were people more skilled and better than her. Even her own siblings were surpassing her, at least in her mind. Sure, she had her high points, but no longer was she the bright person she thought she was. depression weighed, and it was at that point that she was approached to become a magical girl.

It was an easy choice, and she took it. She became a magical girl, and practically devoted her free time to the job. Her grades might suffer a bit as a result, but she could see how important it was, and she was determined to excel as it. And that she has done, establishing herself as a Magical girl. And if she has her way, it will stay like that.

Theme: Credens Justitiam

Other:

[User]
BGM: Janne da Arc - Messiah

The following morning...

"Hmm..." A lone white haired girl woke up thanks to the rumble of the bus she was in, she had headphone on her head which she was using to listen to some of her favorite songs before she went to sleep last night. After retrieving a c-Pod that was in her shorts pocket she looked at its screen and said, "I've slept for too long, the playlist is already past its half. It must be only a short while before I reach Miso."

About an hour later...

"Yuna Yukino! It's been a long time since we had news of you for the last time. May I inquire what brought you back to Miso City? A Contractor said just as Yuna stepped out of the bus. The small creep must have been waiting for her at the station for the whole night, knowing that this was bound to happen eventually.

"I have no business with you, devil. Get out of my sight." Yuna answered coldly. If there was a thing that she hated inthis world it was the beings that they called Contractors. After, giving in to her sins and signing a deal with them, Yuna's life went from bad to worse. "A fitting reward to a sinner." She thought.

"We'll never understand concepts such as faith and sin, Yuna Yukino. You humans place so much value is in imaterial things that we can't even begin to fathom. But let me ask again, what brings you here?"

"I've told you it's none of your business, but if this doesn't work, just follow me to know." Yuna said after leaving the station.

"I'm back at Miso, Akame and Rose. I'll be waiting for you behind the school since I'm still a run away student. Also, where's Emiri?"

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@MarsAdept

[Assistant]
Rose was quiet for the moment. Senarios raced through her head. All being the worse case senarios. Some not even based on logic. Rose did not answer the Contractor. She knew the creature knew what she knew. She had to assume that it was watching to see her reaction. Rose could do a great many things right now but she had to pick carefully.

She did answer Izumi's questions, " I lost track of Emiri. I no longer feel her presence. She was low on magic from her last engagement." Rose looked over to see Izumi was alseep. It was unclear if Izumi had heard what Rose had said. The peaceful look of Izumi sleeping was in contrast to Rose's internal turmoil. Rose did not want any part in it. That was when a dark, mischievous smile came to Rose's beautiful face. Carefully and gently, as not to wake Izumi, Rose picked up the little girl. Rose carried her to her guest room and placed her in the same bed as Elise. She then pulled a blanket over the two. Inside Rose laughed.

Closing the door behind her quietly, Rose turned to head back out into the living room. The contractor was standing in the hall waiting. Rose was startled so bad by him being there she nearly jumped out of her skin. "I did not mean to startle you. But what are you planning on doing now." it asked without emotion.

"Emiri is a big girl. She is possibly fine. However, even if she is in trouble or dead, it is pointless to leave these two who I know are living here defenseless. I will investigate tommorrow what has happened. This is the most logical course." Rose explained with some hesitancy. Rose made her way back to the couch and fell asleep watching anime. The contractor went on his way to do some task only he knew.

[User]
"..."

"......"

"...Uughhh..."

Elise moaned as her eyelids slowly opened, and she woke up in a less-than-comfortable state. She had a massive headache, and she was feeling sick in her stomach. "...That was a crazy party last night...I think I took one grape rocket too many..." she mumbled to herself half-conscious. "...Now I know what 'being hammered' means...Ow, my head..."
Needless to say, she had a hangover of epic proportions. She turned from her side up, and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling.
"Where am I? I...don't remember..." She was trying to piece back her alcohol-fuddled memories.
"This is Razor's house...I took a ton of grape rockets, and then...I..." The last part was still clouded to her, and as she tried to remember it she turned to her side. Her face ended up only inches away from Izumi's sleeping one, and she realized they were sharing the same blanket, almost clinging to each other. A lot of thoughts and questions instantly sprang in her mind, but her whispered words clearly conveyed her feelings at that exact moment: "Oh. Hell. No."

She stood up from her bed, and held her ached head. She struggled to remember what she did in her heavily drunken state.
"Did I...Did we...No, I couldn't have been THAT wasted...Still..." She sniffed her fingers and clothes. "I can't smell anything but this alcohol. Damn." She then grimaced. "Well...this is going to be awkward." The sick feeling in her stomach was now rising up, and she felt an urgent need to vomit. She walked out of the room holding to the walls and door-frames, trying to keep her balance, but tripped and woke up Rose on the couch. Before she could ask or say anything, Elise immediately asked while covering her mouth: "Where's the can?" Rose pointed to the bathroom, and Elise rushed there. A moment later she stumbled out, after having made a mess of it.

"Uhh...I guess I overdid it. Whoops."

@MarsAdept

[Assistant]
When Izumi awoken she, she slowly leaned up stretched her arms towards the ceiling, when she groaned and rubbed her eyes waking up, she caught a glimpse of Elise running out of the room with a hand around her mouth, Izumi then noticed that she was under the covers of the same bed that Elise was sleeping, she crawled out the bed and wandered out of the room, remembering which was which she headed back to the living room like area and found Rea laying on the couch and Elise stumbling around the bathroom with vomit on her clothes saying she over did something.

" Elise you missed the toilet, all of the vomit landed on your pants and shirt, even on your shoes." Izumi informed the other magical girl while holding her nose." Ms.Haragrove, why did I wake up in Elise's bed ?" She asked sounding like a curious child asking a mundane question. Like a small child her eyes lit up brightly and she bit the tip of the nail on her thumb looking like she was sucking her thumb after she asked Rea her question.

[User]
Rose shook her head in disgust at Elise. Very disappointing. Rose never got that bad when she drank, but then again her body wouldn't exactly allow it to get that bad. She called out to Elise, "Go take a shower, and clean yourself up. I hope to leave in twenty minutes. There are extra towels in the bathroom. Make haste. I have things I need to do. And yes I will be dragging both of you along."

Rose then took note of Izumi. She looked completely clueless sucking her thumb the way she was. Rose kept a completely straight face but inside she was laughing. She tried to look amused and lied, "Izumi, I do not know why you were in the same bed as Elise. That was entirely your doing. You left me alone to watch my anime and walked away."

Rose then heard a familiar voice call out to her through her soul gem. She knew the voice and her cheerful mood dropped. This magical girl mentioned Emiri. It validated Rose's fears. Rose still could not sense Emiri and now another girl could not sense her either. Rose replied the the girl through her soul gem, "Lady Yuna Yukino, it has been a while. I read you loud and clear. I have not heard from Emiri. I am on my way to her apartment as we speak. I might be a little late for a meeting. I will send two allies to ahead of me directly to the school. Akame, are you hearing me to. I am going to check up on Emiri, Izumi and Elise will meet you behind the school."

Finishing her reply to Yuna, Rose turned her attention back to the two magical girls before her, "Change of plans, Izumi and Elise, we are going to have a meeting in the behind the school we met in yesterday. I am certain you will all know the way. Please, Find Akame when you get there. Go together and leave as soon as you can. I am going to depart. Do not explore my lair outside where I have shown you. I am afraid in my paranoia I set a lot of traps. Please leave the way you came in."

Without any thing more, Rose left the two magical girls in her lair and ran back out the stairs to the outside.

@Ariamis@KoL@TheWindel

[Assistant]
Sun shone through the windows, filtering past the dropped shades and onto the snoring girl there, who had successfully managed to shift her blankets until they were contorted and perilously close to falling off. Which admittedly was better than her old bed, a loft in the basement, but Miyako preferred that one.

Regardless of her current height, she grumbled as she shifted, trying to avoid the light and subsequent heat, up until the alarm clock went off to remind her that she had to go to school soon. She awoke with little hassle, quickly turning off the alarm and sitting up in bed.

"Hwaah," she sighed to herself, rubbing her eyes and stretching a bit in place. If she were to be honest with herself, it was only the magic she had that made her able to keep these sorts of hours in the first place. Of course, if she wasn't a magical girl then she wouldn't have these sorts of hours at all, but that was besides the point.

She rose after a few moments, walking over to the dresser and grabbing some clothes. With those in hand, she headed off to the shower, taking a short, yet hot one to wash away the built up grime, and to waken her up. She didn't doubt that they might be aware of her sneaking off, but she didn't want her family to know of what she did. That would just prove awkward and an issue she didn't want to deal with right now.

Her shower was soon done and she headed downstairs to make herself breakfast. "Good morning," she said to those there as she went about getting some cereal. Specifically, her little sister, and her parents. Not her brother though, since he was still asleep. He tended to do that, though he always cut it so that he wouldn't be late. But she couldn't exactly approve.

"Morning," they replied in turn. It didn't take long for the questions to start though. "So, how late did you get in," her father ashed in between eating his own breakfast, before he went off to work.

Miyako shrugged, pouring herself a bowl in the process. "About midnight or so,' she lied, fudging the number somewhat. To be honest she wasn't sure, though she knew that it was late. It didn't really matter past that point anyway, since she had magic on her side to make sure she could handle both academics and fighting.

Her father sighed, one of resignment more than disapproval. "I don't think you should be out that late on a school night," he said in return, whilst her sister stayed silent for now, focused on her own breakfast. She didn't know, though Miyako had warred with telling her.

Another shrug came from Miyako as she got a spoon and moved to sit down at the table. "I guess," she admitted. "But I do have good grades, and you said it was alright as long as I kept my grades up. Besides, I was with friends." She knew what to say by now to placate them, after becoming a magical girl.

"Well, I'm glad that you're making friends," her mother said after glancing at her father. She knew that they both felt the same way, but at least her mom was more willing to be compromising, or to simply leave things to her father. "Just don't let it affect your schoolwork, okay?"

Miyako nodded almost absentmindedly, now digging in. "Yeah, I know," she replied automatically. She'd heard it before. And really, if they knew what she was doing then they would more than agree with her. She was a hero after all, and that was something they could be proud of, much like they were proud of her brother for his sports, or her sister for her work with animals and plays and stuff. It was an area she could at last excel in and be on top.

They fell into silence at that point, her father leaving for work, and Miyako finishing breakfast before going to make her lunch. Once she wads done with that she could head off for school, her sister soon to follow afterwards. It wasn't the worst start, and she was looking forward to the day and what might happen.


[System]
Age: 27
Physical Description:
Perhaps the most striking thing about Laurey are her eyes, neon diamonds with their own inner light; the same inner light that leaks through slender screens of her cyberware in pulses. Whilst not unattractive, she cultures a neo-punk look, complete with shaggy mohawk, piercings, and tattoos in some questionable places. What comes with this is a lack of hygiene; her clothes are old and worn and reek of the same blend of ripe sweat and soy-curry mix.

Important items:
Crystal Necklace: A shard of translucent crystal, about as long as her thumb, set into a silver cord. It catches the light in its many faces and throws out rainbows. The crystal never seems to warm, yet the feel of it against her skin is comfort enough to sleep. Sometimes. One day it just started; a pure chime inside her head whenever magic was used in her vicinity. Of course, at first Laurey just assumed this was another artefact of whatever they did to her head. She figured it out fast: it was her necklace reacting to magic nearby.

Flimsy ID of someone who doesn't exist: The picture isn't even of Laurey. Why she keeps it isn't immediately obvious, but if a lab was to analyse it, they may find traces of Bliss residue along one edge. It helps keep the lights in check.

Short Bio:
L: "Why did I ask to be taken prisoner? Gee, I don't know, you must be a smart guy, why do you think?"

~: "I can speculate, but I want to hear it from you, Laurey."

L: "Maybe it starts with saving my skin. Maybe it goes I don't want to go back. Maybe I don't like it there. In fact, maybe I hate it."

~: "And if you hate it so much, why only leave now?"

She snorts at this, her face twisting in derision before she seems to grow bored suddenly and leans back into her chair.

L: "Ain't got much choice. This might have been the only chance I'd ever get to get out. It's worth risking pirates for that."

~: "What makes it so bad?"

She shrugs at this. I wait, but she isn't forthcoming.

~: "Why didn't you have the chance to escape before? I was told you were crew, not a prisoner of the vessel?"

L: "I was both, in some ways, innit. Crew and captive of the Ascendancy. Not normal military, no no. They keep a close leash on us, give us the illusion of freedom but really we're whipped dogs. All hush hush. Whoever had those goons attack can't much like the Ascendancy; there were some good minds there with me. I watched them die."

She sniffs.

L: "Pretty gross really."

~: "It was an intellectual transport?"

L: "I guess you could call it that. We were being moved to another station. To work on the Shadow Weave project. But I'm not supposed to tell anyone that. Classified."

She winks.

~: "Right, and you've worked on other projects before?"

L: "No! That's how they move all newbies about. What do you think? Yeah, cybersecurity, robotics, engineering, anything with numbers and puzzles, ever since they minced me through that special division of their Grand Military Academy. Gave me my own little disco."

She taps the chrome and neon on the side of her head.

L: "It's nothing compared to the light show in my head."

She lowers her hand and fixes me with a stare that I can't quite explain. It gave me shivers.

L: "Look, can I go now? I need… I need some alone time."

She begins to scratch her arms as she says this, and then catches herself. I press forward.

~: "And that's why you wanted to escape? Because you never chose to be there? To be what you are?"

At this her eyes seemed to glaze over, bright though they were, and I could tell she was a million miles away, back into her memories. I gave her time but nothing.

~: "Is that why you kept asking after Moonstrike?"

When she speaks next, her tone is flat and she never meets my eye.

L: "I've always loved shiny things, my mum called me 'her little magpie'. Even since I was a mite. Then I found a shiny thing better than all the rest. It loved me, you know?"

~: "Okay -"

Before I can say another word, her eyes snap up to meet mine.

L: "I've always found intelligence attractive."

I decided to abandon that line with her. Clearly there's something there. Perhaps you can hash it out with her? If she lives long enough.

~: "Okay, okay. Laurey, I'm going to be frank with you now. I need to know if you hate the Ascendancy."

L: "Yes."

~: "Enough to risk your life, or some worse fate, to strike out against them."

L: "Yes."

~: "Then I'm going to send you on your way to someone who can help you with that. Does that sound good?"

L: "Yes."

So there you have her, a little broken, but aren't we all? That was my latest conversation with her. I have sent the files of our other conversations, and the reports of those who took her captive. Natasha, she's bright, really bright, and her gear… it's not like anything I've seen, and I'm no expert, but that stuff would be expensive. To put it in a keep so much of her cognitive functioning intact? I could retire on whatever they'd paid a surgeon that could do that. She's too hot for our team Natasha, we can't risk somebody coming to reclaim her, so I'm sending her to you.

Consider my debt repaid in full.
Exceptional Skill List:
Cybernetics, Neural Augmentation (Exceptional Reactions, Exceptional Learning): Installed by the military after a period of mental and chemical conditioning so that Laurey might better serve the Talos division. The bulk is localised in her grey matter and skull but stretches throughout her nervous system and to key glands. Via electrical, physical, and biological means, it endows enhanced neuroplasticity and neuronal transmission speed, allowing her to learn, process information and react faster. However, these alterations make Laurey more vulnerable to sensory overload and increase her basal metabolic rate, not to mention there have been reports of certain psychological effects from such alterations. The studies in this area are yet inconclusive.

Cybernetics, System Interfacing and Data Plane Projection (Exceptional Systems Engineering, Exceptional Robotics, Exceptional Hacking): Another hypocritical atrocity conducted in secret under certain factions of the Ascendancy. Cerebral connection ports in her skull allow Laurey to connect to Ascendancy technology directly. Paired with the Neural Augmentations, this allows Laurey to process the information rapidly and form visualisations and abstractions of computer systems, allowing intuitive manipulation. In addition, the index finger on her right hand is bionic and can open up to form a port that can interact with a wider array of technology, but is slower due to the distance from the brain.

Naturally Gifted, Unnaturally Trained (Exceptional Intelligence, Exceptional Robotics, Exceptional Engineering): Selected for her intellect and creative flare in engineering, the training Laurey received made her an expert in robotics at the bleeding edge and gave her a compliment of skills that any contemporary engineer would need, ship, base or planet-bound. She has the most experience with starships and infantry weapons.

Bonus Skills
Creative and Curious (Exceptional Tinkerer x2, Exceptional Engineering, Exceptional Robotics): A habit that developed from the need to sate an overactive mind with focussed curiosity. Taking things apart and putting them back together… just not necessarily how they were originally, it's what brings Laurey joy. Her scientific method and drive for answers means she yields reproducible results, even if it's only how she broke it.

Total:
Exceptional Reactions
Exceptional Learning
Exceptional Robotics x3
Exceptional Hacking
Exceptional Systems Engineering
Exceptional Intelligence
Exceptional Engineering x2
Exceptional Tinkerer x2

[User]
Circle of Hell - Holding Cells Block B

Alan's eyes were steeled the moment he confirmed Finnbar was still on their side. He stayed silent until the folks he didn't know that were with him took the elevator upwards. As soon as he confirmed they were out of sight, he immediately jumped towards his cells bars to get as close to the other side - and to his friend - as possible, before whispering.

"Any chance you can make some mini-portal or something to get this damn thing off?" Alan simply asked.

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Maria stared into the eyes of the doctor and found something fascinating within them: Relativity, familiarity, like looking into a mirror, fogged and blurred; he saw himself in her, and she sees something back. It was a curious thing for her, as she tilted her head, what must this person have had happened to him to make her eyes so similar to her own?

An exploration for another day, but perhaps it was because of this that when the Doctor mentioned that he was a friend, she didn't need her telepathy active to know that he was telling no lie. ...The fact that he unlocked her cell helped with that opinion as well though. Furthermore, the name Millard was someone Joey talked about during the trip that led them here.

As soon as the door opened, she walked out and pointed downwards with her finger, as if indicating the answer being below them.

"...Two allies. One floor below us lies Alan, a fellow Star Marine...By the voices I'm hearing, it seems Finnbar is already down there with him. Fortunate: He can make them an escape route out of those cells, for him, and for Joseph Albion below them." She told Millard as she looked out the balcony of her floor towards the whole of Cell Block B, watching for potential guards doing patrols on the lower floors.

While her voice was befitting her ten-year-old appearance, it was a cold and distant tone to her every word, there was no relief to see an ally rescuing her, no distress for either of her captive allies, and she spoke of Finnbar as if he was a conveniance and nothing more. It was like she was a doll or a machine, emotionless and seemingly without a soul. Most would find it unnerving, maybe even see this as not being her, maybe she's brainwashed? Perhaps a clone or an android with her appearance disguised as her? But for the Star Marines, this isn't new, she's been like this ever since they met her. They knew she's as human, and just as capable of feeling as the rest of them, but her lack of emotional conveyance was something she could not help.

"Do you have a key for this collar?" The little girl asked, her eyes on that neutral face staring towards Millard, down to her soul.

Man Emperor @Th3King0fChaos

[Assistant]
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Finbarr Callaghan

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Finbarr smirked as Alan asked if he could use a portal of some kind to remove the magic dampening collar that was stopping Alan from simply melting the bars with his own magical abilities. Poor Alan. "Huh, don't be ridiculous.", Finbarr replied, pulling out the unignited hilt of one of his plasma blades out of his black cloak, winking at Alan as he went. "A portal won't cut through that... but this will."

The Timespace magician glanced at the black and gold hilt of his weapon. It had been a while since he had a good look at it; there were writings emblazed on the surface, and the symbol of the Celtic Cross right at the center. On a vertical pattern were these words, "Is é an bua atá againn"... meaning "Vengeance will be ours" in old Irish Gaelic. He was taught the ancient tongue by his parents back in Titan...

Finbarr brushed those memories aside, and smiled back at Alan. "Don't worry, friend. It will all be alright... remember this bad boy?", Finbarr asked, waving the hilt at him, though he did so with his back facing the camera that he spotted in the corner of the cellblock.

Finbarr then leaned closer to the cell, whispering, "Just gotta wait for the cyber lady to confirm that she has the thing we needed, then I'm busting you out. Okay?"

...

Once he had confirmation that Laurey had the Realist and their mission accomplished, Finbarr would ignite the blade, and with one swift motion, slash the bars unto two sets of halves. In that moment, he would also return to his regular appearance; a 5'8", black haired boy with a thing for black clothing. "Here." Finbarr adjusted the length of the blade to that of a knife. "Stand still, I'm taking the bloody thing off!"

[User]
Laurey KarlinThe door to Realist's Cell ground open to the whir of powerful motors.

Inside was lit only by the electric fire thrown from the cell terminals, harsh and blue. A frame of black metal and thick arteries of wire, red as blood, bathed in the light. With the hue and angular nature of the AI core, it wouldn't have been too much of a stretch to imagine it as a chunk of ice in Judecca, crushing a sinner inside. Certainly the silence helped.

Laurey let out the breath she didn't realise she'd been holding.

"It's something, isn't it?" Laurey jumped as Jan spoke from beside her, but nodded. Her cold sweats and the deep craving inside her seemed so far away in its presence.

Crossing to the consoles, Laurey near tiptoed, trying to break the silence as little as possible (it seemed safer that way).

"I'll need some privacy when I worked," she said as she came to the eye-watering screens.

"Can't do, I'm afraid. Security issues and all that."

"Of course," she nodded, then drew a deep breath. In some ways what she was about to do was akin to undressing in front of Jan; it laid a part of her bare, part she wanted to keep away from others.

Her finger blossomed and the facets found their places.

"Be quiet then."

The world fell away into the cold light of tumbling stars.

It was also on J-Heim Beta that Laurey had plunged into an ice lake. Supposedly the adrenaline rush it brought on had health benefits, but it only froze Laurey and made her sniffle for a week afterwards. What she remembered from that experience, what was burned into her primate brain, was the way the cold had driven all the air from her lungs, like she was at once falling and had been struck by an ice-wrapped truck.

Now she felt it again. Now it was worse, not just an icy pool but an ocean, her mind drowning, and the red eye of the leviathan fell upon her.


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User]
Karn || Outside the Grand Magic Games Stadium
Yashia@Caits@CirusArvennicus

Karn glanced toward the genderbent Pen as she walked up to them and spoke to him directly. Asking the question he knew would eventually be said. Though it did take long enough. He really was not in the mood for this, but he also knew there was little to avoid it. Glancing up, he allowed the rain to hit against his face, uncaring if he got soaked with rain water. The rain felt nice and calming, despite how many find it depressing and gloomy. It had a nice smell. Yet even in this world, the rain smelled different in a way. Blonde hair sticking to his face, he lightly brushed a few strands away from his emerald gaze that looked to her in a calm emotionless serious look. He glanced toward Amaya for a moment.

"Apologies, seems they finally want to question me. I'd much prefer the drink though." he mused before looming closer to the red head. Looking up at her from his short position as he stared at her before looking her up and down. Lips ever so slightly tightening together before he raised his hands and promptly gripped the two orbs on her chest. "This is not fair." he stated. Twitching as he glanced to his left to see Pen just burst out laughing hysterically.

"Holy shit! Look at that! Guess I make a pretty hot chick! Just look at that rack and ass! Guess in no matter the world, I still rock it!" The fake Pen laughed loudly, Karn giving a narrowed look and dropping his hands. "Awe... but you... you get a dick. Looks like you can never be a real girl in either world Little Robot!" he laughed.

Karn glared toward him but didn't say anything. Waiting for the genderbent Pen to react and probably slap him, freak out, stand there shocked, or pound him into the ground. It's not like he didn't expect those sorts of reactions when he did that. Just that he didn't give a crap about the consequences at that point. Maybe he almost wanted to cause a ruckus just so he could be pounded to the ground. In order to wake up from the nightmare. Even though that was just soundless hope when reality was right there punching him in the face.

Taking a deep breath, he brushed himself off and crossed his arms over his chest, standing straight and tall as he looked at them. "I am Karn. I am Karnrad V. Skywalker. Sergeant Major of Phoenix Wing. Specialty, technician and mechanics. Third in Command. Pleasant to meet you." she answered, emerald gaze looking at them before at the sky then them again.

"I am the soul reason Karn of Earthland is not dead right now and you didn't find a corpse in his bedroom. His state of spirit posed weak against mine and I assumed control in a natural flow. He's still in here, but it's taking concentration to not completely overpower him and wipe him out from existence." he explained before taking a deep breath.

"There. Satisfied. Or do you want more grizzly details?" she said, voice a eerie calm as she looked at the Earthlanders.

[Assistant]
Jacob Conners -- Magic GamesIt didn't take long for jacob to get out of the tunnels below the old stadium, though he still chided himself on losing so much time down there. When he finally got out of the tunnels there was only twenty minutes left, at most. Jacob wasted no time transforming into a bird and taking off, flying to the other places marked with X's on his map. The first one, no matter how much he looked, didn't have any lacrima anywhere, though he saw where it might've been. The one after provided the same result, and at that point Jacob was starting to get nervous. He had spent a lot of time exploring these to places and they provided nothing towards him winning the event, and he was running out of time at this point.

He checked the last spot on his map, figuring that one had to have a lacrima, and he transformed back into his hawk form, beginning to get tired from the constant transformations and flight and running. Fortunately, before long, he was where the second to last spot on his map indicated. It was an abandoned building of some sort. Jacob couldn't figure out exactly what the purpose for it had been, but it didn't matter now. He pushed his way through the door and looked around. The room seemed to be some kind of reception room, or maybe it had been a dollar store? There weren't any shelves, but the counter didn't look like one you'd see in, say, a hotel. Sitting behind a glass pane was an orange lacrima, lighting up the room.

Jacob grinned, thinking this would be an easy smash-and-grab, "Grand Animal Soul:Ape!" Nothing happened. He growled, and glared at the orange lacrima, figuring it must be what was blocking his magic. Taking a breath to calm down, he moved up to the desk, remaining in his normal ol' human form. Checking for hidden buttons and such, he found nothing that might free the lacrima. Sighing, he walked conceded to exploring the structure for the way to get to lacrima. He was getting anxious as to his lack of time when he finally found the hidden door above the lacrima that allowed him to finally retrieve it. Sighing, he stuffed it in his pack with the other eight lacrima he had, before beginning to head back out of the building, muttering about how little time he had left to deal with distractions and problems. Such as a lacrima stopping him from using his magic, or places on his map having absolutely nothing of value.

[User]
Yashia@Caits@Silver Fox
"Gamble"
These two both seemed to have their own problems to deal with, judging by Amaya's wanting to help Karn with his problems. Yet could her words be true just like that? The past was a hard thing to escape, mostly with what one has done. Yet they both took his directions as a chance to invite him along which made him smile but shake his head. "I shouldn't, I have things I should get done before the games finish. I appreciate the offer though." Gamble said before Amaya pointed out fellow guild members approaching, sure enough they did but what happened next was just confusing to Gamble. First the guild members questioned Karn about not being Karn? Karn just straight up groped the female which caused Gamble to be a bit startled before he started talking about a bunch of stuff. Gamble who was utterly lost looked at Amaya for an answer to the mans sudden weird behavior. Phoenix Wing was certainly a strange guild, hell their problems might even top his or whatever this was.

Zephyr Hardt
"Alright I can do that." Zephyr said ignoring her futile struggling, if she wanted to be stubborn then fine by him. He could be stubborn as hell too and unlike her, he had the energy for it. So when she asked why the hell he was doing it, he looked down at her before looking up. "Because I care for one thing, and for another... I would be no better than a dark mage if I just let you continue on like that. I wouldn't be able to call myself a proud member of Dragon Fang if I just let you work yourself to death, when just maybe I can change that mindset. So please. Just relax and tell me where he is." Zephyr asked looking down at her with a pleading look in his eyes. He really just wanted her to relax and not work herself to death, sure she was sad but this was not the answer for the problem.

[Assistant] Mayt Marris -- Crocus Streets Mayt chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck as Wes talked, looking a bit nervous. "Less I have amnesia, more magic memory manipulation." He'd say with a little bit of a smile, before dropping his hand back down into his coat pocket, and listening to the rest of Wes' speel. "Who would be best to help? Well, uhm… I know Penny, Sasha, Lazarus, and Trinity were all in Edolas as well from the conversation I had with Sasha afterwards. Oh, and Jarvis, of course. I have no idea who would be best to fight him though, other than maybe Lazarus due to his, uh, light based attacks." The energy mage would shrug here, clearly having trouble focusing his thoughts on Edolas down to a few coherent ones. "Overall, I'm sure you could find some people willing to help. Phoenix Wing has gotten a lost of new members lately, and I'm sure we'd be willing to help, and there are also a few other light guilds around due to the magic games."


[System]
Age: 17

Appearance: Enjoying solitude...
Arcana: Hermit

Personality: A rather gloomy and brooding person by nature, Ayano doesn't really talk much and prefers it stays that way. When she's outside-a thing she does so very rarely-you'll often see her staring at the ground when walking and she usually has a troubled or discontent look on her face. One thing she keeps on demanding is for people to leave her alone, as she prefers to lock herself up in her own room. On the Internet however, her personality becomes a complete inverse of what she is, adopting an alias known as Yanary who stalks image boards and art-sharing sites, she herself runs a blog that is mostly filled with video game content. As Yanary, she masquerades as someone who is very cheerful, upbeat and overall a nice person who welcomes others with an open heart.

Equipment/Skills: Ayano is rather efficient in the world of computers, she has some basic understanding of hacking and coding but don't expect her to plant or create a virus somewhere.

Background: Ayano grew up in a simple home, she had the basics a family had: A mother, a father and a sibling or two. She had friends, was excelling in school and overall everything was fine.

Things changed during middle school though, as Ayano faced the cruelty of bullying. She was practically the center of it all, they'd talk behind her back and would even threaten to kill her if she didn't do something that appealed to them. Eventually, she took it all to heart and considered herself to be the worst person to ever live off the face of the Earth. She didn't fight back, it'd only get worse. She tried telling a teacher, it didn't do much. She told her parents, it only lasted a day.

As time went on, she became bitter and thought that her only real friends were the ones she made online. They listened to every problem she had and thought she was a good friend. She retreated into the Internet whenever she had a bad day and would just forget everything that happened.

Nowadays she's heard some freaky rumor about teenagers suddenly changing personalities and how its connected to this 'Mirror World' she heard about...

Persona: Dantalion

Appearance: A thousand faces, one mind.
Abilities:
Bewilder
Mudo
Strong against Dark
Weak against Light

[User]
Mako Moritomi//Cosplay Cafe
Sunday, April 26th, 2015

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Mako almost thought, for a brief moment, that Sato was in the clear, thanks to their collective improvisation. Up until that asshole snapped a number of pictures. And Mako had little doubt what the bastard was going to do with those pictures. Which meant whatever reputation Sato had was quickly going up in flames.

Mako felt a spike of hot anger lance through him toward the smugly-smiling bastard as he put his phone away like nothing had happened at all, and he had to try very hard not to simply walk over to him and beat his face repeatedly. It would set a bad precedence for his return visits if he did that, after all. He watched Sato walk away to grab the jerk's order, his sympathies extending to the put-upon "maid." He took a deep, hopefully calming breath, then a sip of coffee, then cleared his throat in the other patron's direction. "Excuse me," he said, the rage he felt somehow not edging into his voice, "but there are clearly signs that clearly say, 'No Photography.' You should probably take those pictures off of your phone if you don't want to get in trouble with the establishment. Just a thought."

He glanced back as Sato returned with the other patron's order... then had to try extremely hard not to burst out laughing as Sato stomped subtly (but still very hard) on the patron's foot. As it was, his suppressed laugh was still pretty noticeable if anyone had been bothering to watch him. Still, as enjoyable as that was to watch, it was unlikely to dissuade the patron from doing whatever it was he intended to do with those photos. Mako frowned again as his short-lived enjoyment at Sato fighting back faded away, to be replaced by the slow-simmering anger.

I can't let him keep those photos. I've got to do something. But what?

[Assistant]
Shizuka Otonashi || Cosplay Cafe || April 26 SUN
As the Dragunov siblings each did their own thing, the older brother glancing through the menu and the younger sister... eyeing Shizu suspiciously? The waitress steadily kept her calm composure by taking in breaths and flashing a gentle, welcoming smile towards the younger one as if nothing was wrong. Yep, nothing was definitely going wrong, or so she thought, at least to her knowledge. The subtle conflict which was going on over at the other table was subtle enough that the blond maid did not notice a thing for now.

"I feel that I have seen you somewhere." The calm composure the maid had kept up to this point cracked slightly as she replied with an accidental stutter. "S-Shopping district the other day? *Coughs* I'm afraid I can't recall such memory as of the moment, I do apologize. But I was involved in an incident there another day, an embarrassing one in fact, perhaps you've seen me then?" The latter statement was indeed true, but Shizu definitely remembered her encounter with the siblings exactly a week ago. Such kindness and the unique characteristics they held stood out in her memory since this doesn't happen everyday, a pair of foreign siblings, who speak fluent Japanese, generously and skillfully assisting her in a middle of a busy crowd.

Just as the blonde had defended herself, Alexei cut in to have a little scolding for the younger sibling while justifying that she was not the same girl that she was talking about. Shizu felt a little guilty about hiding the truth from them to the lengths of a white lie but it had to be done. In response, an awkward smile was plastered on her face as she just nodded in agreement while scribbling in their orders. At this point, the cosplayer was pretty sure Elena had an idea that she was indeed, Shizuka, but her comment about how her appearance was 'better this way' made her face light up into a genuine, bright expression. "I'm unsure as to what you're speaking of, mistress, but I greatly appreciate your compliment! And as for your orders, 2 quantities of Nuclear Wasteland and 2 quantities of fruit beer. Please await for your orders and I will be back with them in a moment's time." With a swift bow, the waitress left their side and to the counter area.

As the orders were being prepared, Shizu decided to check up on the new, temporary server to hear clicks from a phone and spotted one of the customers presumably taking photos of Saki. Seeing as it was a violation of one of their rules of the cafe, she approached the customer with the toy rifle in her arms and pointed it towards the male student. "Excuse me, master! If what Moritomi-sama had just said is true, then I must inform you that we indeed do not allow photography of our waiters and waitresses unless proper permission has been granted from the said server! Even then, as common cosplay cafe standards apply here as well, each photo will come with a fee. If all of the above do not apply, I humbly ask you to rid of them, master!" Even after the short lecture, the maid lifted one of her hands from the rifle and saluted the master in a playful manner with a silly smile in hopes of cooperation from the customer.

Just after the fuss that had transpired, the bell rang to alert employees of food being at the counter, so instinctively, the blonde turned her gaze momentarily to see the chocolate brownie cake covered by a toxic green hued frosting topped with a petite, grey nuclear bomb fondant decoration. At the cakes' side were a pair of glasses filled with orange-y pink liquid signifying some sort of berry flavoring. They were the Dragunov siblings' orders! Seeing that Saki was making her way back to their current master, the waitress strapped the rifle back on her back and bowed to the two customers with an 'Excuse me.' and patted the other waitress on the shoulder as a good luck with an upward curve on lips. After fetching the orders from the counter and returning to the siblings' side, Shizu carefully settled their orders in front of them as gracefully as she could manage. "Here are your orders of Nuclear Wasteland and fruit beer, master and mistress! I hope they will suit to your tastes!"

[User]
Akira Kirigakure // Cosplay Cafe
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Golden Week

As "Saki" returned with the coffee and moved to set it down "she" stomped on his foot with force. While it didn't hurt, it surely gotten his attention, invoking a knowing grin at "Saki". It didn't necessarily confirm his suspicions, but made them stronger. It could be said that it was simply a case of someone not wanting their picture taken, but given what lead to this situation along with said persons behavior, he didn't buy it in the least. As "Saki" backed off, a guy who has been eying him stood up and spoke out.

Given his speech, obviously in "her" defense, it was reasonable to assume that he had a problem with Akira. While it's clear what is intentions were, He just couldn't help himself. "You have nothing to worry about, She is all yours. If you're into that kind of thing." he shrugged as he turned and glanced once more at "Saki" before returning his gaze at the boy. It was then where one of the other waitresses made her way over to them, pointing a toy gun at him before making her own speech.

"Oh? Remove them from my phone? That's all? While that's not a problem at all. Heh." Taking out his phone, he selected the photos and hit a number of buttons before finally deleting the photos. "There, all done!" he beamed, seemingly unaffected by the whole charade. Not even once during this whole exchange did Akira show any signs of disappointment, anger or anything aside from a simple smile. Taking a couple sips from his cup, he took out his wallet and placed the exact amount to pay for his drink.

"It seems I've kept her waiting long enough. I should take my leave." Shifting his gaze from the boy to 'Saki' his smile turned to a sinister grin, "See you soon, Saki." Before returning to a smile and making for the exit. As he exited the cafe, he amused himself by wondering how long until 'she' figured it out. Staring at his phone, he grinned. While it's true that he 'deleted' the photos, he did it right there, but whether the photos were actually gone is another story.
Well, she'll find out if they are or not soon enough.

Looking at his watch and cringed, "Aoi isn't going to be very happy." With a smile, he moved towards the amusement park.

[Assistant]
Sieghardt Kasumi April 26th, Sunday Kasumi: Mansion ---->Cosplay cafe

With a thud Sieg placed another book in the already three foot stacked high tower of books to his right and reluctantly grabbed another. They were all books that would prepare the young male to one day, take over his fathers position as CEO. Yet as the red haired male stared at the multitude of books to his left that far outnumbered the one to his right, he cringed a bit and rested his head on his Mahogany desk. "By the time I finish these, I'm going to be twenty four.." Sieg groaned as he sat up straight to hear his pet Parakeets chirping in the background. While his family was rich and could have easily afforded a giant cage with multiple birds, he only had three in the cage. Of course the first one he received was the chirpier one. Sieg looked at the tiny blue and gray bird and smiled. "You saying I should find the joy in this?" He asked the bird who humorously nodded his head. "What about you two? Should I look at this as a fun situation?" The yellow greenish one ruffled his feathers and shrieked a bit, while the light green-gray one just stood there in silence being all adorable. Sieg simply chuckled and changed their water and food supply before rubbing his head. "Eh harder to do than it looks.."

It was at that moment that one of his maids came into his room and smiled at him. "Young master, your father thought that you studied long enough for today and said you can go have fun with your friends." Sieg frowned slightly and shook his head. "I would but I don't hang out with them after school. So it'd be hard finding any of them." The maid then tilted her head. "What about that one female you go on about? The one that gets annoyed at you?" She asked which made Sieg's expression sadden a bit. "I don't know, she apparently has gone missing." Sieg stated to which the maid slammed her fist in her hand. "Then I shall relax with the young master! It is my duty to make sure you have an enjoyable time!" She proclaimed and without any warning he was dragged off by his arm.

She held him hostage as the chauffeur drove them to the city, where again he was dragged against his will to some place called the cosplay cafe. They were seated yet Sieg couldn't help but cover his face with his shark hoodie and try to avoid being stared at. It would have been fine with the waitress being the maid. Yet having his own maid come to a place with maid waitresses was going to draw attention. "See isn't this nice young master? A nice day out to relax. Of course some of these other maids don't seem to have the right motivation when addressing their masters. I wonder why?" She questioned as she looked around while Sieg's face was all but red. "Oh dear lord, why me...." It was at this moment that he could see a few faces from school, some from the drama club so this only made things worse.

[User]
Ayano Wakahisa:Kitsune Inn
As Ayano took her robe in hand, visions of herself sitting all alone in the warm springs flashed in her mind, making her more accepting to the idea of it. If she acted now she could be the first one in! She wouldn't have to deal with anyone else other than herself and the sweet embrace of solitude with her, it was perfect! Although the thought of leaving her cousin behind wasn't exactly the best of ideas, it wouldn't hurt to spend some more alone time with herself before, right? "I'll go on ahead, Chi-Chi. See you there."

Making her way to the changing rooms of the spring, to her surprise, there was not a soul in sight! Much to her happiness. Stripping down of her current clothes and entering the showers to prepare herself for the springs, once she was done she could not believe her eyes.

Right there in the middle of the springs was a person! Facing the opposite direction and their back on full view of the entrance. Ayano sighed in disappointment, looks like she's going to have to deal with it. Slowly settling into the water Ayano felt...different, as if she was whisked away into some far away land that took care of all of her problems, it was a sensational feeling that made the girl feel pleasant, a feeling that she had not experienced in a long time. Snapping out of her serene reverie, the girl slowly made her way into the southwest corner of the spring deciding that it'd be the perfect spot to relax in. However, her eyes were fixated on the peculiar dragon tattoo the other person had. "What a strange tattoo..." she muttered to herself.


[System]
Appearance:

He stands at 5ft 9 ¼ inches tall and weighs 73 kilograms.
Age: 18

Nationality: Russian

Noble Arm Name & Appearance: Imperial Fists - A pair of floating hands made of stark white stone. They glow a ghostly green whenever they are in use.

Noble Arm Rank: B
Noble Arm Type, Element, and Range: Ranged/Retaliation/Close to Long Range

Noble Arm Abilities:

Consecration: Nikolay is able to command the Fists to his whim. Thus, he can use them for manipulating/holding objects and directly attacking assailants.

Retribution: The Fists are capable of absorbing and emitting energy from attacks directed against their wielder. They have an upper limit of absorption of up to the power of a hand grenade, though this is not known at this time. The Fists emit the energy that they receive in the following ways:
- Kinetic: Concussive Blasts/Increased Punching Force
- Fire: Fireballs/Firestreams
- Magic: Energy beams
- Radiation: Focused rays
- Electricity: Tesla bolts

Retribution is not without its faults. The Fists are tied directly to the user's state of mind; as such, losing focus or even just mere hesitation can cause them to stop whatever they are doing. They will also crack if they take in too much power, forcing them to return to the pocket dimension to regenerate.

Mobotone: The Fists switch to a red color and emit all stored energy. In return, they are able to fire beams of magic energy with a lengthy cooldown, though each shot has a high damage potential. Monotone can also switch to a rapid fire mode that rapidly shoots magic bullets, though this is ineffective against armored or shielded targets.

Misc Abilities:
Pretenseful Voice: He is able to switch accents at will, allowing him to present himself as an American, Englishman, or a Scotsman.

High Level Intelligence: He excels in most subjects, though he detests mathematics.

Personality: Nikolay Andreevich is a rather literal minded boy, as he often fails to comprehend idioms and metaphorical remarks. He usually takes words at face value, and as a result, is often the last person to understand a joke.

Despite this, however, he is quite intelligent and persevering, spending more time on books and writing than anything else. When out in the world, he is rather socially awkward and often speaks in sentence fragments. However, when in private with his close circle of friends, he can be seen as boisterous, insane even. He is quite affectionate towards his friends, and there has never been a time when he forgot anyone's birthday. Nikolay also does NOT like going solo, and prefers to do things together.
 *Likes: Cats, Pizzas, the French, and hugs (and kisses).

 *Dislikes: Communism, broccoli, mayonnaise, and most politicians.

 Fears: Being abandoned.

Bio: Nikolay Andreevich Ivushkin was born in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, the provincial capital of the Sakhalin Oblast in the Russian Far East north of Japan. He was the elder of two siblings, as he was older than his sister by three years. One look at his family immediately betrays the terrible kind of early life that he had in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk; his father, Pavel, was a massive alcoholic, a prime specimen of a casualty of Russia's crippling problem of alcoholism that has afflicted the nation ever since the Soviet Union fell. There were times when his father didn't return for days, and when he did, all he would do was sleep, and then demand more money from Nikolay's mother to satiate his addiction to vodka. While all of this was going on, Nikolay found refuge and companionship in the Internet, where it seemed that strangers from across the planet had far more compassion and understanding than his own alcohol addled father. In his spare time in between school and home, he would go out to the fields of Sakhalin, immersing himself in the tranquility of the wilds beyond civilization.

This continued until Nikolay was 16, when his mother, Katya, had enough, and moved along with her son and daughter to her parents in Vladivostok, leaving Pavel in Sakhalin to waste away. However, upon arrival in Vladivostok, they were robbed almost immediately as a thief snatched Katya's purse. It was at this time that Nikolay finally managed his Noble Arm as two hands of pure white rushed out of a portal and dragged the thief back towards them.

Word quickly got out, and his mother was elated to see that her son was indeed one of the gifted. Russia's own Noble Arm Universities called, but Trinidad University was closer to Vladivostok and thus was the first to send an invite. Nikolay looked upon a mother brimming with pride and a sister that will miss him very much, and swore to do his best as a student in Trinidad...

*Current Goal: Attain the best version of himself.
Student Rank: 47

[User]
Jordan Quinn

The long haired Canadian came jogging down from the dorms. Book bag slung over his shoulder, in time to see Henry and Oscar, Oscar being held on Henry's shoulder. He blinks and laughs, "Okay that's a sight to see!" He grins and hurries to get to class. Waving to Nikolay as he passes with a grin, "Morning!" He shouts as he jogs on. "Gotta get to class before the Prof. gets there!" He slid around a corner and then slid a few feet into the class, waving his hands to the side and shouted, "Safe!" Chuckling to himself and looking around, spotting Jeimseu and Pablo, at it again. Henry and Oscar having beat him there and just behind him Nikolay, "Alright...I'm not the last one!" He then makes for his seat.

Just another day right? He hoped so outside of what ever the staff had planned with that visit. He looks around the room, not at all sure what to expect in the coming hours of the day. But this here, is a good start to it.

[Assistant]
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Fredrick Jones

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Fredrick is sitting in the teacher lounge doing some final prep work for class. The printer was being used up all day by the chemistry teacher. A little annoying but it's fine. Once he got done printing out his handouts for today he played with Emily a little bit "Aren't you the cutest cat in the world?" as he pet her. About five minutes until class he started he grabbed his papers and Emily and began to walk to class, waving goodbye to the other teachers. He took his time getting there. Frankly, it was more fun if he saw how the class progressed if he wasn't there. It always seemed like students go out of their way to cause mischief when the teacher isn't around. As he entered he got exactly what he was expecting a little mischief here and there. Fredrick began setting up for the day, watching them to make sure it didn't go too far. Speak up about the blatant Homophobia? Or the amount of PDA Jeimseu and Pablo is showing? Oh Kasumi breaking them up, that's good. As he went back to setting up, he listened in to what they were saying and the elitism she gave off was enough to make Fredrick eyes roll. Well at least it broke up without me having to get involved. Then Vane started looking for a fight with Kim. Oh for fuck sake please hold yourself back Vane. Oh he is now teasing Kasumi. You know what I'm fine with this, better than them fighting in here. Fredrick was thankful Nikolay tried to talk down Kim peacefully was a nice change of pace, refreshing actually. He gets the laser pointer today, looking at Nikolay. Alright, enough fooling around, it's time to start class.

Fredrick gores and taps his knuckles on the whiteboard to start gathering attention, "Alright everyone get to your seats so we can start." Fredrick looked at Jeimseu, "Also new rule, laps may only be considered seats if you are doing a partner project." Honestly Fredrick only cared because he believed that it would be to distracting for them to do that all class. Fredrick gave the students a minute to get settled then he walked to Nikolay placing the laser pointer on his desk "You get to use this to play with Emily today." with that he walked back to his desk and stretched a little. It felt like so much just happened in a few minutes. "So today Filipino senator Aquino and Senator Gutoc will be coming to the academy, so please be on your best behaviour for them. And with that I think we can start the class. Where we last left off we were discussing…" Frederick continued his lecture for the entire class period, only having 3 minutes before the bell. Completely forgetting to hand out the homework he dismisses the class a little early as he rushes off to get some water preparing for the next class.

@BigPapaBelial@Th3King0fChaos@Not Fungus@Letter Bee@The Man Emperor

[User]
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Oscar

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As Oscar sat and watched the room waiting for the class to begin he noticed that Mr. Jones had already made it to class. As he seemed to have snuck in at some point when Oscar was trying to take in everything. Mr. Jones seemed stunned as he watched the class go on as it did. With him noticing the whole exchange of near fist throwing, Mr. Jones looked like he was getting near upsetting as then it quickly deescalated and calmed down. As Mr. Jones seemed to collect himself as he started to get the class together as Oscar looked around and watched people sit down and take their places. As Mr. Jones took notice of the lap sitting happening from the two love birds over there, and had made a rule for…only partner projects? 'Well at least he seemed like a very chill man'.

As Mr. Jones was continuing to speak, Oscar was looking around as he noticed…! EMILY! She was heading towards him as Mr. Jones was busy with getting on with the class. Oscar started petting Emily as he was waiting for announcements to be over, starting to rub the back of her ear, every cat loves this and Emily seemed to be no exception. As when Emily heard the clutter of the laser pointer hitting a desk, she started heading off to it, taking his heart with her.

As Oscar started pulling his head back up and started focusing on the class, first came the announcements of the senators. Oscar found it interesting to tell everybody of the senators arrival. After all, most schools in America didn't give a shit if the student body knew of their presence, just the people who were pertinent for their visit. So Oscar was very concerned, almost as if the Director was trying to make a showing of their work. Almost as if trying to show off, and that idea doesn't sit well with Oscar. But he has no time to think about that, the lecture is about to begin, and Oscar needs to make sure he does well. After all, his Noble Arm isn't going to gain him any higher marks to rank up, so he has to make sure his studies are the best thay can be.

============ After Class ============

Oscar had taken very well made notes, using his many skills he learned from his high school time, "Man Cornell Notes are really useful. Now I can transcribe it into Filipino". With his normal smile Oscar started to head out of the class with his notes, as when he passed by Emily, he realizes he has no self control with her. As he kneels down and starts to pet Emily and scratch her ear he sees she plops and lays down on her side for Oscar. A gasp escapes Oscar's lips as he slightly coos as he begins to scratch her belly, side, and right at the base of her tail. As his large smile ceases to end as he petted her for literal minutes, until his attention is pulled away as he feels his cell phone begin to ring. As he slipped it out as it was an alarm he set for himself. As it is telling him to text the others and see if they want to meet for lunch. As Oscar knew what he had to do, he leaned fully down and gave Emily a kiss on her head as he stood up to send a text to both Henry and Jordan:

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Group Chat Name: Sword of Hope

Group Chat made

[Henry D.] Invited

[Jordan Q.] Invited

[Oscar H.] Changed Name of Group to: Sword of Hope

[Oscar H.] Changed color of Group Name to: Sword of Hope

[Oscar H.] Changed Name to: [Trunks]

[Trunks] Changed Color to: [Trunks]

Hey guys, I was wondering if
y'all would like to meet up
and talk shop about our mission
on protecting the senators.

I'll be off to the gym, I think
Oli would be fine with us being
in there to talk about this.

I can't wait to get started!

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As Oscar Chuckled as he set up the group chat with them, he started jogging off to the gym as he felt his bladder slosh. He stopped in his tracks as he started to take a fast walk to the nearest bathroom to piss. As he almost pissed his pants as he didn't notice his bladder this entire time.

@dragonpiece

[Assistant]
As always, Nikolay had taken a lot of notes, applying just about every color in the rainbow when it came to his highlights on important words and terminology out of all the things that the teacher had taught. He usually wrote his notes in his native Russian Cyrillic, translating his thoughts from English to his mother tongue before jotting them down. He did this on purpose; these were, after all, his personal notes, and he wasn't at all the type that let others copied from his work, as it was his firm belief that everyone should learn independence when it came to studying properly. There weren't a lot of other Russians in the school anyway, and it wasn't like he would actively let them copy either.

Nikolay licked his lips as he looked upon the food that was being served to him in the cafeteria. He wasn't sure what this was called, but it has been the stuff that he has been buying for the last few days that he has been here. It was probably called zinikang... or something. It was much better when rice is added, too.

He bowed to the lady over the counter in an attempt to give his thanks... only for him to remember that this was the Philippines, not China or Korea. The small minority of Koreans in Sakhalin were the only Asians that he had interacted for most of his life, so he kind of assumed that they were all similar... only they weren't at all. Embarassed, he simply managed to say 'salamat po' (thank you), though with a heavily accented tone. He need more practice...

Nikolay proceeded to look for people that he already knew; those he already considered to be somewhat familiar or amicable to him in this school of magical warriors. Thankfully, he found Jiem and Pablo. Together as always...

"Eyo, privet.", Nikolay said to the two. "Do you mind having a third wheel?"


[System]
Age: Teen
Gender: Female

Magic: As an earth-aligned fairy, Juniper is able to manipulate plant life and make plants grow, including those with harmful or helpful properties.

Appearance:

Juniper is of normal height but is quite lithe, giving her an air of fragility. She has a light skin tone and cascading oak-brown hair which curls lightly and would trail quite a ways down her back if she left it be. She can spend hours playing it into different braids and buns, or experimenting with wearing different flowers in it. Flowers and small vines often trail across her pointed ears, neck, wrists, arms, and hair. She can summon or dispel them at will and have just become a normal part of her everyday fashion. Juniper normally wears plain, solid-coloured dresses and allows the flowers to do the part of accentuating her looks.

Typical of fairies, she has soft features and expressive eyes which both feature a gradient of green to purple from right to left. Her wings are mostly bright green, but fade to a sky blue as they come closer to her back.

Personality: Juniper has a gentle and sweet disposition, rarely getting into disagreements and quick to offer help. She is especially empathetic to animals, and would probably help an animal in need ahead of another fairy. Animals tend to be drawn to her calm nature (and tendency to bring treats) and many creatures of all shapes and sizes are familiar with her in the Luminous Forest.

Juniper has a tendency to narrate what she's doing or verbally describe objects around her, which might seem like an odd quirk before learning that her father is blind. She would never purposefully talk over anybody, though. That would be difficult anyways given her soft speaking voice. She is easily dominated in conversation by more extroverted types, but is happy to sit and listen.

Her obsession with her appearance means she prefers not to fly too fast, as not to mess up her hair or dislodge any flowers. She can also be dramatic and immature about things such as not wanting to go out in the rain, or landing in trees instead of on the dirty ground.

History: Juniper was born in Lumina to the Thunderbee family. Her mother, Dalila, was an earth fairy just like her. Her father, Surge, was a rare electric variant. In her earliest memories, they spent their days playing among the glowing mushrooms and snuggling together at night. Her childhood memories slowly became of just her and her mother, overlapped with heated arguments between her mother and father when they thought she wasn't listening. It became normal - dad left, and then he came back, sometimes with little souvenirs for her from the lands he visited. She would brag to the other fairy children that her father was a great explorer, a brave hero who ventured far away to bring her and her mom back cool trinkets.

Her point of view changed abruptly when her father returned one day permanently blinded on an adventure. She worried desperately about him when he left again, but tried not to let her mother see that she was upset. She didn't want to give her more reasons to yell at Dad.

Juniper began spending more time outside on her own after that. She had always been fascinated with the plantlife and creatures that dwelled within it, but now she realized she couldn't take her eyesight for granted. What if one day she couldn't see them anymore? She wanted to experience it all and commit it to memory. She made quick friends with many a magical beetle or rodent, and even some of the larger creatures became used to her presence - helped by the cookies that Dalila was so talented at baking. When her father returned from his travels, Juniper told her everything she'd experienced in as much detail as she could. She wanted him to "see" it, too.

Juniper became very familiar with the forest at a young age and would venture progressively deeper into it. She learned which path to take, helped by the creatures she came across. She stayed out longer and longer playing by herself, despite her mom making it clear that she had a strict curfew. One day it began raining when she was deep in the forest, and she decided to wait out the weather instead of fly home and get soaked. The rain didn't let up, and Juniper ended up falling asleep in a tree burrow, snuggled with a large feysquirrel.

She awoke much later to find sunlight peeking through the tree hole. She flew home in a panic, knowing her mother would be wondering where she was. There were fairies bustling around everywhere when she arrived back to Lumina, and all of them surrounded Juniper when they spotted her and began crying. They'd thought she was dead - the whole town was out searching - and her mother...

Her mother had gone looking for her last night and not returned. When Juniper insisted she would go find her, they broke the truth - that she had already been found, but she'd been found dead. Perhaps a toxic plant had gotten her, or a bite from one of the feysnakes - the cause wasn't obvious. She looked so peaceful when Juniper approached to say goodbye for one last time.

Juniper refused to leave the house for weeks and fell into a depression. Her father wasn't home, so neighbours would check on her and make sure she was eating. She blamed herself for her mother's death - part of her still does to this day. When her father finally returned home, Juniper collapsed in his arms and sobbed.

Both of their lives abruptly changed, but they had to move forward, together. Surge stopped adventuring to look after her, but in a way, Juniper began looking after him, too. She took over cooking after Surge's first several attempts ended with him feeding her trail mix for dinner. She'd picked up some level of knowledge from watching and listening to Dalila cook. She also became accustomed to narrating her surroundings or people she came across for her dad. Sure, Dad set the rules and paid the bills, but they slowly became a team. For years she would beg him to recount his stories of grandeur before she fell asleep, and then she would dream about exploring herself one day.

Perhaps that day isn't too far off...

Other:

[User]
@Crimson Flame

Another fairy approached, a green-winged man with a scarred face, and it took Zircon a moment to place where she recognised him from. Surge, a traveller who'd visited the Minty Mountains a while back. He'd bought a few souvenirs from her, and asked her questions about the mountains, seemingly an avid explorer. Except when they'd met, he hadn't had those scars over his eyes. Injuries sustained while adventuring? He seemed used to being blind at least, navigating with ease as he examined the statues with his fingers.

At his theory that it could be the food and drink, Zircon gave the pirate fairy a panicked look, before reminding herself that couldn't be the case. "I doubt the food or drink has anything to do with it. Cori, my friend, she was only in here for a few seconds, and..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, could hardly bear to look at the statues, but she had to keep searching for clues.

Overhearing the prince bad-mouthing the dark fairies yet again - then going on to call the moth-winged man a cutie - she sighed and flew over. Did he have no idea he was talking to, and offending, a dark fairy? Did the guy's wings, or his glare, not give it away? "Your Highness, I don't see how shadow magic could turn anyone into stone," she pointed out, backing up Vyvien. Dark magic had to do with literal darkness, not curses. "Maybe we should go to Lumina though? The earth fairies may know of a cure for petrification."

[Assistant]
Feydellia Palace

As Prince Sky explained that he put up a HELP signal because many guests had turned to stone, including his own parents, Juniper quickly looked down upon the ballroom and her hands flew to her mouth in horror. Uncannily realistic stone statues littered the ballroom, frozen in time. Surge went down to check them, relaying that it wasn't just a trick of the mind - they really had been turned to stone. Juniper listened as the prince immediately blamed the dark fairies. Gosh, Juniper hadn't realized that the dark and light fairies hated each other so much, to turn welcomed guests into stone...

But then Prince Sky immediately dropped the accusations to greet a 'cutie'. A young blonde fairy with black and red wings was just standing there. Juniper blushed - he was kind of cute. No, no, focus... A female fairy with light blue hair and goggles was rambling on about a cure for petrification. Juniper listened hopefully for a bit, but it was a little above her level of comprehension. A darker blue female fairy with transparent wings dismissed Sky's notion that the dark fairies had anything to do with it, and suggested instead that they investigate Lumina. Lumina? Oh... right, stone magic. Juniper didn't have the gift for it herself. She glanced at the fairies gathered and surmised she was probably the only earth fairy there. She flew closer to her dad before speaking. "Oh, u-um, yes, I know lots of earth fairies who specialize in stone magic... but I've never seen anybody be turned to stone before..." She started suddenly as if realizing she'd forgotten something. "Sorry, my name is Juniper. My father and I live in Lumina." She nodded at Surge. "Maybe Mrs. Greypetal could help." Juniper smiled and perked up. "She's like, a million years old." For what it was worth, it was meant as a compliment to her experience, though in hindsight Juniper would be glad that Mrs. Greypetal wasn't around to hear the gross exaggeration. "She used to be my school principal before she retired, and she knows all about stone magic!"

[User]
Feydellia Palace > En Route to Luminous Forest

The cute fairy extended his wings, and Sky giggled. "Aw, you're wings are so pretty!" Sky couldn't really tell what type of fairy he was, and didn't get a chance to ask him before the others started talking. It was suggested that the Earth fairies of Lumina might know something about this petrification. Sky wondered what motive an Earth fairy would have to attack the castle at the Fairy Festival. But then it was mentioned that the Earth Fairies might have a cure for this, and the girl knew an elder who was familiar with stone magic, Sky's eyes lit up. Maybe he wouldn't have to set foot in Transfeyvania.

Sky nodded. "Very well, we'll take a trip to Lumina, and have a word with this Mrs. Greypetal. Once we find a cure, we can free the guests, and then perhaps my mother and father will know how to handle finding the culprit. They have more experience in this kind of thing than I do. In the meantime, as crown prince, I'm in charge." Sky cringed at the thought of having to lead people. Hopefully, this elder could produce a cure quickly.  "Now, if you'll excuse me, I will get the carriage set up." Sky flew off.

—-

Moments later, Sky came back pulling a gold and pink carriage pulled by pastel colored unicorns with sparkling fairy wings. "Hop on everyone. Unfortunately, the driver's been petrified too! Which means I have to pull the carriage myself. It shouldn't be that difficult. The unicorns are trained. Juniper, you're going to be the navigator. I assume you know more about Lumina than I do."

The ride to the Luminous Forest was bumpy to say the least. The unicorns may have been trained, but Sky was not. He wasn't paying too much to driving, and was flirting with Dragon. "So, what kind of fairy are you cutie pie? Most of the others are obvious, but I can't place where you're from?" Then they nearly crashed into other fairies that were flying about before Dragon could give an answer.

"Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry!"

And then the unicorns whinnied, and Sky had to calm them down.

[Assistant]
Feydellia Palace -> Lumina Forest

Prince Sky immediately took to Juniper's plan, and her eyes brightened at the young monarch taking her suggestion into actual consideration. In fact, he swiftly left to go set up preparations. Juniper nervously fluttered closer to Surge, half expecting to be scolded for throwing them into this mess. She was a little sad to be going back to Lumina, but this was an emergency. Maybe she could come back to the festival next year (or maybe she wouldn't want to after all of this...)

While Sky was gone, Juniper flew down to the many statues adorning the dance floor and looked into the glazed eyes of the Queen for a moment before feeling intimidated despite the petrification. She looked down and bowed respectfully. She'd never been able to use stone magic before, but... She gently reached out, and several pink flowers gently wove themselves around the queen's crown. "I – sorry," Juniper squeaked softly, backing away. "I'll do my best to help you some other way, though..."

Sky came back shortly in a gold and pink carriage pulled by majestic winged beasts. "Awww!" Juniper flew over slowly as not to startle them. "Can I pet them?" She reached out to pat one on the nose, giggling in delight. Her joy was short-lived as Sky designated her as navigator. That seemed like a very adult responsibility, but he was right, maybe nobody else knew how to get there? She wasn't sure if her father could navigate very well from a moving vehicle. "Um... okay," Juniper quietly agreed, with very little sense of confidence. "Dad... which way did we come from again?"

The ride there wasn't exactly smooth, but once Juniper caught sight of the forest's trees, she quickly took stock of other landmarks and was able to direct them through to Mrs. Greypetal's house – a hole close to the top of a massive tree. The carriage landed at the base, and Juniper hopped out, excited both to pet the unicorns again, and over the fact that they had somehow survived the trip.